Calixta snapped her eyes open in an instant. Least, that's what it felt like. At some point she had collapsed right there among the dying and the dead. It was coming to her in harsh waves; all encompassing and powerful. Her synapses firing over a mile a minute and the pain she was experiencing was something akin to when she initially damaged her body all those years ago. However internal it may be, Calixta attempted to move regardless. The pain surging through her body the way she knew power and electricity to travel to the components of the scrap tech she fiddles with from time to time. It had a central, localized point - 'like that tree' - and then from there it would branch out and travel to all the necessary points - 'like branches on a fuckin' tree!'
Tree? What fucking tree? How much NEON did she take? How hard of a hit did she take? Did the explosion and shock wave scramble her own internal components enough to super impose memories like that?
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the piercing cries of those around her. She could distinctly pick out which of those were in pain and which of those were a rallying cry. In her hazy condition she turned to survey the damage around her, hunched form as she picked herself up off the ash littered ground. Bits of concrete and debris sticking to the blood that coated her skin like a thinly veiled latex suit. It would have been sensual and something she would have enjoyed in another circumstance, perhaps, but this? This was just disturbing. It didn't help that all of this going on around her was something that seemed to have come out of nowhere. No one could have seen this coming. Could they? Amidst the shouting, Calixta took notice of a small group of people crouched around the fallen statue of their fearless leader of Mars, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚘. She would have gagged in an attempt to throw more spite on the man, but in her current situation all she could do was look on at the scene unfolding around her.
Pushing herself to stand up as tall as she could Calixta began to hobble away from the Square, at least what was left of it. Her scraped and bloodied hands were able to find purchase on a wall near her and with a finally kick to the ass on her part, she was able to use the newfound building as a crutch. The rifle she had used not but moments ago, lay near the bodies it was used on - practically forgotten at this point. She was sure someone would stumble across it and use it, she hoped it would be used to take out more of those fuckin' bastards though.
Where was she even going? Was there really anything to go to? Or rather, go back to? She was shaken up, sure, but it only affect Takari, right? Everywhere else should be relatively OK. This is New Brazil after all and OK isn't something New Brazil does. It's chaotic and swirlly and a roller coaster at the best of times. It's what Calixta enjoys most outta this place. And then shit like this happens. And without her knowledge or help for that matter. It was starting to piss her off more knowing that she knew nothing rather than the act itself and getting caught in whatever crossfire this would soon turn out to be.
As she stood there leaning against corrugated metal more of those memory like visions flashed before her eyes. It was like she were watching a movie that had been superimposed onto her retinas from her brain even though there wasn't enough power behind it. Thus resulting in the burning like sensation she was experiencing. Curling in on herself, hands gripping her head in excruciating pain, she released a sound akin to a wounded animal. The mechinations within her own skull were whirring to an insanely high RPM and it was causing a literal burn. The visions from before were playing on repeat. Never ceasing. Though they were beginning to play in order now instead of in chunks, and although she was suffering, she couldn't help but to watch on in awe - as if this information help the key to everything and she needed it for herself.
Calixta was so entranced with the motion of the video like vision experience and the pain that came along with it that she hadn't noticed that someone was approaching her location and a decent speed too. 'Snap outta it! C'mon!' Her internal self struggling and winning out over the ethereal tree visions. She released the death grip she held on her skull feeling the effects of the pressure building and then subsiding suddenly. It was like her head was stuffed with cotton and steel wool. Grating on her internals but also muffling even her thoughts.
Neon signs continued to flash and flicker around her, even if a lot of them were hanging by their cords. Sparks were beginning to fly off at random intervals from the destructed pieces. People were still hobbling around, those that could at least. Calixta briefly turned her gaze in the direction of where she believed the statue and those people were. Trying to think of what she could do and where she could go, her first thoughts were of Hpnotiq and of Marcus. "Yeah, yeah..." she voiced aloud, hoping that talking through her previous plans would jar something into her and get her to get outta this, this funk, "I was gonna bring some Stim-X to Marc... he, he would be waiting at the club..."
With that final thought she began her trek through the stalls and bodegas and alleyways to get to her place of business and hoped that her friend was there at least. To do what? She had no fucking idea. She knew she just needed someone to throw this brain vomit at and hope to the Gods that it made some fucking sense.
It seemed that all semblance of normalcy went out the door with that explosion. Well, at least for Calixta. But that's New Brazil for ya
Rowan sat in the furthest booth that allowed her vision of the entire shady pub. Light barely filtered through the grim infested window panes, covered exclusively with left-over rags from the brothel down the wharf. 'Definitely wouldn't touch any o' those,' she remembers thinking when first she stepped foot inside the dingy hole that she's now come to frequent. All with a pouch full of coin.
As she sat there sipping her second canter of ale, her sharp eyes caught sight of all the traffic bustling through. There were definitely more coming and going today than there have been the last few weeks. She was highly curious to say the least. However, she wasn't getting paid and therefore, could stave off her curious nature. At least for now.
It wasn't until a man was being lead towards the side room, having entered through one of the code enforced doors. Rowan all but rolled her eyes into her drink. Though, it was the man and how he slipped away, seemingly without anyone's notice. But she did. It was kinda her job. And even though she wasn't being paid at the moment, she decided it was time to scratch that itch she'd been meaning to scratch. Her ale was also finished.
Setting the empty canter down on the table as silent as a mouse - not that it mattered much, with the amount of noise taking place around her, she doubted anyone would have heard her had she slammed it down on the solid oak. With her drink discarded she moved like the wraith she was and followed the male down the narrow hallway. He had slipped through a side door and it was only a matter of time before he would emerge. However, she was impatient and decided to slip inside the room after him. A blade of hers already at the ready.
Skillfully slipping in, the door closed with a hush of a whisper - she doubted he would have heard it - and stuck to the shadows of the room using them to her advantage. 'Just what was he doin in here?'
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat
➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many"Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses
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Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne.
Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse.
Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents.
In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants
Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it.
She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.
The way that Takari Square lit up, regardless of the time of day, resonated with Calixta on a multitude of levels. It was at this time that she was making her way from her shack of a dwelling; running late - of course - towards Hpnotiq; one of the plethora of Glitter bars in the area and the one she happened to work at tonight. Rushing around in five inch heels and on some NEON was not what she had in mind for the start of her night. Well, partially true. But at the rate that the whole of Mars was going she needed to be present at the start of her shift. Whether it was to writhe under someone on an uncomfortable couch or to distribute some extra fine product - and then still end up under someone on an uncomfortable couch - didn't matter. Calixta was a woman in the throes of excitement and that called for money. Just cause she could cause damage on a budget doesn't mean she would want to.
'At least have a lil something, something extra on the side for the after party~'
When she finally broke through to the crowds bustling about the Square, she took it slow. If she can't make her scheduled time at the club, it would be easy pickings on any of the number of people just passing her by. Not without the constant one overs she was garnering. It only boosted her already inflated ego of herself. It wasn't hard to approach the patrons scattered around her and in fact with a swing of hips and a coy, teasing smile she was even able to isolate one, turning up the charisma she was blessed with. All the while she kept his attention, deft fingers slid into his front breast pocket, her other hand tracing circles on his chest. The poor bastard looked over the moon, shooting a giddy, schoolboy grin to his fellow co-workers before he was abruptly pushed away with a smile and a wink and Calixta was off once again.
It's not like she got much further from the man and his group when they shouted out at the loss of valuables before she was sprinting once more through the crowds, pushing citizens alike down and out of her way. Anything to get these losers off her trail. 'Just my luck that the cold prude would be the one to notice...' Cali couldn't help but muse to herself with a laugh on her lips and a lil extra jump in her gait.
It all seemed to come crashing down around her, even though she managed to slip away from her pursuers, she wasn't outta the fires yet. The last thing she can remember before the nothingness took over was filtering through the same bundle of valuables she was able to obtain. Tossing a few useless pieces into the waste bins that littered the Square - though one wouldn't notice with the amounts of trash and other... questionable substances that have taken up refuge on the grounds around her. She kept along on that train of thought as she even pointed out to herself, taking note of the trash in the middle of the bustling people, "See, even in the midst of their cattle mindset and no one thinks to see the fuckin' duffel bag?"
Normal street urchin logic told her that if no one else was going to acknowledge the potential treat that was the contents of the bag, then they were at a loss. However, there was something nagging her in the back of her mind that was whirring around making her think twice about rushing to the loot. Though she heeded her internal mechanization, she wasn't quick enough to get outta there and was subsequently caught up in the explosion.
The time in which it took for Calixta to come too was only a few moments - at the very least. Though to her, being so trapped up in the twisted web of her mind, it felt like days, weeks even. So, when she was finally able to will her eyes to open she was able to catch sight of the destruction that lay around her. Her first instinctive reaction was to check her limbs. The last time she was caught in an explosion she was down quite a bit. Aside from the pain that resonated at a high level across her body, she wasn't missing anything this time. No. If anything, aside from the pain, she felt almost complete. Rather, more pieced together in some way.
The first thing she actually took notice of when she came too wasn't anything sight related but the smell. Calixta was no stranger to the smell of burning fuel used as an accelerant, or the feel of ashes raining from the sky and dancing on her eyelashes. She was especially not naive to the smell of burning skin to the point of inexplicable reconstruction. It was something that was her least favorite when it came to making things go boom. Probably because it reminded her of her own losses? Or the fact that it was just too fucking gross...
After taking in enough ash into her lungs to constitute herself as a living ashtray, she pushed herself up onto her shaking legs. Her stance was soon tilting back towards the nearest surface. Luckily, that wasn't the ground a but a nearby bodega stand; specializing in snacks, drinks and other curious nick-knacks. Cali waited, her vision blurring at the corners. It was in those few moments that she recounted on the visions - if that's what she could even call them - that she experienced after the explosion went off. "Fuckin' NEON fuckin' with me...fuckin' trippin' like crazy..." the groan that escaped her was dragged out in frustration once she was able to focus on her appearance in the shop's remaining window's glass.
Makeup smeared across her face - most likely from her body being thrown like a rag doll during the shockwave. Accenting her features were splatters of blood that she wasn't entirely sure if it came from her or some other sucker. Somewhere behind her was a bright light, something akin to a fire starting back up. Only, it wasn't. And when she turned around she was able to see more of what the scene before truly looked like.
Of course, as she predicted, bodies littered the Square, which now suffered a substantial amount of collateral damage. Buildings, shops, little decorative nuances that the Square had placed around it's parameter - all was either completed decimated or crumbling in real time. It was surreal, but it was something that excited the young woman to no end. Her adrenaline was pulsing through her at an ungodly speed - only amplified by the drugs no doubt - but it seemed to spike at the sight of the cause of the flash of bright light. It was a man. He was on fire. Not only that, but there was gunfire sounding off of the rubble around her. It didn't take long for the ones wielding the weapons to take aim into the crowd of those getting up and charging, following after the human torch. And it was only a matter of time before they were crawling out from all their hiding holes on the edge of where Takari once stood.
She wanted to move, to run and gun - to do something but they were already on her, and subsequently the others around her. Cali witnessed the double tap they put in place to the bodies still lying on the ground and she wondered what it would take to get out of their clutches. They swarmed her and wrestled her to the ground - with surprising difficulty thanks to a biometric leg. Three military serviced uniforms had to hold her, one on each arm, pinning her arms to the side with their knees, her face smashed into the ash and debris. They couldn't risk having her use her enhanced limbs on them. After successfully forcing her down there came the texture of a barrel to her head. Fear and paranoia and just a fury in her like one she hadn't felt before surged through her and when she heard the click of the trigger she expected it all to end then and there.
Another click and again the same outcome. She was still there. And they were getting more and more irate by the second. It was when the shooter decided to lose the gun and reach for another weapon that she had found her opening and ripped her left side out from under their confused and slacked hold, rolling to the discarded weapon and firing it at the three of them. Calixta had never once been a fan of guns simply because her smaller frame couldn't accommodate for the excessive recoil she experienced when it came to the rifles. Though, it was strange when she held and fired this weapon - a weapon that only moments ago failed to kill her, failed to work - worked perfectly for her. The recoil almost nonexistent. But there was something that flowed through her and into the weapon to aid her. She couldn't discern what it was and she didn't fucking care in the slightest as to whether it was fluke or blessing or a goddamned curse.
Calixta was alive - for now, and that's all she fuckin' cared about at that moment.
She is a slim figured woman of average height, hiding a toned and capable body underneath the eclectic and eccentric clothing she opts to wear. Her black hair is more synthetic than real these days, having damaged the majority of it with the amount of times she's dyed and bleached her locks. Instead she now sports synthetic LED fibers, thin as natural hair strands but with the ability to change colors as easily as one flips a switch - in her case at the drop of a touch. She likes the eccentricity of it all. Her eyes scan crowds as fast as she can scan lines upon lines of code with a deep amethyst gaze that lights up when she finds something even remotely new and interesting.
Calixta's personality can be described as something you would discover within a child -- someone immature. And though she is well into her twenties, Ash is nothing if not a big kid. But once she has a goal, you can bet your ass that it's gonna get done and it's gonna be done expertly so. She can't promise, however, that she won't be cracking jokes or annoying you in the comms though. So, be prepared for that, will ya!?
To piggyback off of her eccentric style, anytime she's jacked-in everything she touches she leaves behind gradient colors of the neon kind. She is no stranger to being in the center of attention, nor is she above playing distraction when times call for it. Calixta is charismatic enough for the rest of them. However, when her energy levels are low -- and it doesn't happen often -- she becomes a very lethargic and problematic child. Only when she is presented with a new and exciting obstacle or trinket [ and let's not forget sleep ] will she revert back to her high energetic, annoying self.
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology" ➽➽➽ Special form of "morphing" - which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data. ➽➽➽ Can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance ➽➽➽ Can control specific electrons and instruct them which items to engage or disengage and may be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts ➽➽➽ Athletic enough to get a job done. Just don't ask her to marathon sprint to the other side of the planet. Skilled enough to run in 6in heels if that tells you anything. ➽➽➽ Extremely charismatic. Annoyingly so. Calixta just draws people in to her orbit. Even if they don't want to be there. It's why she's so successful when it comes to attracting and pulling people in close - watch her and you never see what her hands are doing~
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Can’t control purely mechanical objects which possess no electronic or ferrous components - there HAS to be some kind of electronic component in order for her to use and manipulate and control ➽➽➽ Requires close proximity to the object being manipulated ➽➽➽ Absolutely powerless away from modern society ➽➽➽ Weakened by users who can nullify technological powers - such as water and other electrical abilities; fire too ➽➽➽ Can't really manipulate the technological device if it's broken, damaged or too old ➽➽➽ Manic, psychotic almost bi-polar episodes that hit at the most inopportune times, often resulting in someone getting hurt and it isn't her. ➽➽➽ Constantly hungry. This girl spends the majority of her income on food alone. Eating upwards of 7 times a day. ➽➽➽ Anyone that shows her any interest; whether in the form of friendship, family dynamic or even romantic in nature - she gets pretty attached. She is untrusting at first, but she's never experienced true dynamics such as those and craves them. Though her ideas of them are zero.
R E S U M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Calixta has found herself working a multitude of odd jobs here and there throughout her life. ➽➽➽ When she was younger, she was a courier for the people that lived in the small, close quarters of the Solstice Heights apartment complex and surrounding shops. From there, she traded in delivering messages to delivering messages. She was also tasked with being the scout, pickpocket and of course her favorite the distraction! During one of these messages an explosion went off too soon and she was caught in the aftermath. Thus resulting in her loss of limbs and hospitalization. ➽➽➽ She was a commentator for the Nerge Arena; and then subsequently a fighter in order to pay off the 'debt' she owed Nerge overlords for stealing their business. When it was proven not once, not twice, but three times that she can hold her own against the opponenets they set before her --- each ending with them splattered on the opposing wall --- they cleared her debt. She hasn't been seen around the arena as of late ➽➽➽ Technically, she finds business within the Glitter Bars. Whether it's as a dancer, DJ or bartender she doesn't care. She just enjoys being surrounded by other warm bodies. Not to mention, any and all positions allow her to gather all the intel she could want on her next unsuspecting donors. ➽➽➽ Since she's discovered her new techno control affinity, she has used it to it's fullest. Never one to squander her talents.
Not a lot is known about Calixta Io; aside from her name from before her stint in the hospital when she was 13. No memory, no ID, not a lot to go off of - not really - hell, no one to even claim the girl. The only reason she was even admitted into the hospital in the first place - more like dumped outside the ER - was some of the ragtag gang she was with felt some kind of guilt. They left a note safety pinned to her clothes with just her name scribbled on it. The staff believed that the causes of her injuries were not only explosion and gang related, but also partially self-inflicted.
When she did finally wake from her coma, she was all better and in one piece; for the most part. During the 'accident', as everyone around her came to call it, she had lost both her left leg and left arm - both having been replaced by the newest prosthetics that they could afford to implant on this random, strange child. Along with new limbs, Calixta was informed about the skull and brain damage she suffered and therefore there were also biometric measures put in place with her skull on the hopes to regulate and prevent any long term sustaining damage. For future purposes. Though that did nothing for the damage already taking effect; the explosion jostled her enough to bring underlying mental illnesses to the surface and the hospital was experiencing it first hand.
As she was being housed in the hospital her personality began to shine through to everyone and it was at that point that the mass majority realized they were not equipped to handle the unstable, now, 14 year old girl. From her manic swinging episodes to her self destructive tendencies to her hysterical laughter as she raced around the halls setting fires to anything and anyone that got in her way - the hospital had no choice but to place her in an asylum type home where they felt she would be best treated and taken care of. Unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned. Seeing as how there was no income to supply the home for housing this child; they weren't running a charity for Tznergorg's sake - the asylum ended up dumping her out on the streets. It was there that she delved - back - into the gang and drug scene making a living of hustling people outta their valuables and assisting in small time heists. Eventually joining up with a few groups here and there. Flitting between them all; never really finding her niche. Calixta was never in one place for too long. The voices she experienced and her general actions always dictated for her to be constantly on the move. It was as if she never ran outta energy.
Due to her presence when it came to getting in trouble and the fact that this girl has a ton of things going wrong for her in all the right ways - the second in command of one of the groups; Block C's very own '437', took a liking to her and acted as an older brother to her. They were thick as thieves and she flourished within the gang; able to swindle the best of them and when she couldn't she was lithe and athletic enough to squeeze outta those tough places. If she didn't resort to violence first, that is...
Her favorite past time, the place where you would always find Calixta was at the Nerge; a place for locals and aliens alike to come and spectate fights of the most brutal. Typically between prisoners or criminals, hell, even people looking to earn some extra cash. At any time during the day or evenings she found herself there - hoping to one day test her luck and compete though ultimately to make Calixta a household name. She had always been interested and in love with the Nerge, making sure to stop by and watch the matches that she could. Commentating to her rough and tumble fellow outcasts, making them laugh and enjoy the sport more and more. Eventually she garnered a following. Strangers who only knew her through whispered booths and back alley dealings - the girl with the crazy colored hair that commentates with such energy that it must be a power. At the time she didn’t think anything of it - it was just her. Calixta has never been one to lay low nor to sit still for very long; it's happened once or twice. Instead she would much rather be jumping up and down as she relayed play by play actions taking place in the Arena around them. Large gatherings around her enjoying the show around them and the show she was providing them.
Soon enough, those that run the arena, picked her up and offered her to try her luck. She wasn't the best for business at the ticket booth, since a lot of the passer-bys were just sitting around listening to her instead of buying merch. She couldn't refuse. Not like she wanted to. Calixta has competed in a few rounds within the arena. She has won each of her skirmishes in the arena. And because of that has "paid off" her debt the Nerge overlords. She knows her limit, contrary to popular belief - she knows she can't win 'em all and therefore stays away from the Nerge's battles unless otherwise inclined.
Calixta got her wish and has accomplished her dream of being a household name alright, there isn't a person within a 30km radius that doesn’t know of the loud mouthed, overly excitable, maniacal announcer; Calixta Io.
Calixta was in Tarkari Square, causing her normal bit of chaos when the explosion took place. She wasn't prepared. No one was it seemed. But the explosion was almost like music to her ears; it brought about so many different feelings of elation and excitement as well as drudging up some unpleasant memories of the pain of losing her limbs. When she came to; the world around her was thrown into a type of chaos that she hadn't been privy to in some time.
It wasn't until she touched a vending machine and it started spitting out items like a rocket launcher did she realize something strange happened to her in that blast. Instead of freaking out like a lot of people would in her situation, she instead had the brilliant idea of testing her new ability on other technology. All of which acted accordingly to her will - most of the time. This was definitely something she could exploit.
She is a slim figured woman of average height, hiding a toned and capable body underneath the eclectic and eccentric clothing she opts to wear. Her black hair is more synthetic than real these days, having damaged the majority of it with the amount of times she's dyed and bleached her locks. Instead she now sports synthetic LED fibers, thin as natural hair strands but with the ability to change colors as easily as one flips a switch - in her case at the drop of a touch. She likes the eccentricity of it all. Her eyes scan crowds as fast as she can scan lines upon lines of code with a deep amethyst gaze that lights up when she finds something even remotely new and interesting.
Calixta's personality can be described as something you would discover within a child -- someone immature. And though she is well into her twenties, Ash is nothing if not a big kid. But once she has a goal, you can bet your ass that it's gonna get done and it's gonna be done expertly so. She can't promise, however, that she won't be cracking jokes or annoying you in the comms though. So, be prepared for that, will ya!?
To piggyback off of her eccentric style, anytime she's jacked-in everything she touches she leaves behind gradient colors of the neon kind. She is no stranger to being in the center of attention, nor is she above playing distraction when times call for it. Calixta is charismatic enough for the rest of them. However, when her energy levels are low -- and it doesn't happen often -- she becomes a very lethargic and problematic child. Only when she is presented with a new and exciting obstacle or trinket [ and let's not forget sleep ] will she revert back to her high energetic, annoying self.
M E M O R I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Dexi Ling | Glitter Girl | Connections in all the right places; Calixta ran into Dexi in her early twenties. It was through the bombshell that she got her first gig performing at Joytechs a Glitter Club in the area, and one that Dexi had connections with. Since working in the glitter world, Calixta owes the knowledge extraction craft she honed all to Dexi. They occassionaly see one another and hang out but it's few and far between and never just the two of them. Calixta would be remiss to say she didn't have a massive crush on the elven beauty when she was younger. ➽➽➽ Marcus Shaw | Rush | A Dime for Fun; Running into the hype man that Rush is was pure coincidence. Sorta. He came around, looking to score some Stim-X and just happened to fall into the trap that is inflated prices and shitty score. So, she "saved the day" for him; literally scaring off the losers and offering him the "good shit" at like the price of nothing. Both ended up partaking in the illicit substance and found themselves having a grand ol' time at the club. They get into the messiest of trouble when they're around one another. Good thing it isn't all that often. Any time she's at the club her eyes search the crowd for her clubbing buddy. ➽➽➽ Addison Nikol | Mechanic Saves the Day; Calixta has been going to the same mechanic for years after her stint in the hospital fixed her with the biometric limbs she's grown attached to over the span of years. Originally run by a Kaeler Clifton, who dealt in some shady business atop his own legal one - anytime she needed a tune up, he had her back. When he took on the apprentice in the form of Addison, it then became something she had to deal with too. Addison has always been skilled in her handling of the mechanical bits and pieces, going so far as to even retro-fit parts for Calixta when she started out growing her older, smaller parts. Their conversations have grown past awkward tidbits here and there and Cali actually enjoys sitting off to the side swinging her legs watching as Addison works her magic. She always feels right as rain when she leaves the shop. Making sure to bring goodies for her favorite techie. ➽➽➽ Abram Lennox | Big Brother (deceased) † ➽➽➽ Orlan Thorne [ex-business partner] ➽➽➽ Andry Io [father](unknown?) ➽➽➽ Valria Hastings - Io [mother](unknown?)
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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology" ➽➽➽ Special form of "morphing" - which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data. ➽➽➽ Can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance ➽➽➽ Can control specific electrons and instruct them which items to engage or disengage and may be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts ➽➽➽ Athletic enough to get a job done. Just don't ask her to marathon sprint to the other side of the planet. Skilled enough to run in 6in heels if that tells you anything. ➽➽➽ Extremely charismatic. Annoyingly so. Calixta just draws people in to her orbit. Even if they don't want to be there. It's why she's so successful when it comes to attracting and pulling people in close - watch her and you never see what her hands are doing~
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Can’t control purely mechanical objects which possess no electronic or ferrous components - there HAS to be some kind of electronic component in order for her to use and manipulate and control ➽➽➽ Requires close proximity to the object being manipulated ➽➽➽ Absolutely powerless away from modern society ➽➽➽ Weakened by users who can nullify technological powers - such as water and other electrical abilities; fire too ➽➽➽ Can't really manipulate the technological device if it's broken, damaged or too old ➽➽➽ Manic, psychotic almost bi-polar episodes that hit at the most inopportune times, often resulting in someone getting hurt and it isn't her. ➽➽➽ Constantly hungry. This girl spends the majority of her income on food alone. Eating upwards of 7 times a day. ➽➽➽ Anyone that shows her any interest; whether in the form of friendship, family dynamic or even romantic in nature - she gets pretty attached. She is untrusting at first, but she's never experienced true dynamics such as those and craves them. Though her ideas of them are zero.
R E S U M E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Calixta has found herself working a multitude of odd jobs here and there throughout her life. ➽➽➽ When she was younger, she was a courier for the people that lived in the small, close quarters of the Solstice Heights apartment complex and surrounding shops. From there, she traded in delivering messages to delivering messages. She was also tasked with being the scout, pickpocket and of course her favorite the distraction! During one of these messages an explosion went off too soon and she was caught in the aftermath. Thus resulting in her loss of limbs and hospitalization. ➽➽➽ She was a commentator for the Nerge Arena; and then subsequently a fighter in order to pay off the 'debt' she owed Nerge overlords for stealing their business. When it was proven not once, not twice, but three times that she can hold her own against the opponenets they set before her --- each ending with them splattered on the opposing wall --- they cleared her debt. She hasn't been seen around the arena as of late ➽➽➽ Technically, she finds business within the Glitter Bars. Whether it's as a dancer, DJ or bartender she doesn't care. She just enjoys being surrounded by other warm bodies. Not to mention, any and all positions allow her to gather all the intel she could want on her next unsuspecting donors. ➽➽➽ Since she's discovered her new techno control affinity, she has used it to it's fullest. Never one to squander her talents.
Not a lot is known about Calixta Io; aside from her name from before her stint in the hospital when she was 13. No memory, no ID, not a lot to go off of - not really - hell, no one to even claim the girl. The only reason she was even admitted into the hospital in the first place - more like dumped outside the ER - was some of the ragtag gang she was with felt some kind of guilt. They left a note safety pinned to her clothes with just her name scribbled on it. The staff believed that the causes of her injuries were not only explosion and gang related, but also partially self-inflicted.
When she did finally wake from her coma, she was all better and in one piece; for the most part. During the 'accident', as everyone around her came to call it, she had lost both her left leg and left arm - both having been replaced by the newest prosthetics that they could afford to implant on this random, strange child. Along with new limbs, Calixta was informed about the skull and brain damage she suffered and therefore there were also biometric measures put in place with her skull on the hopes to regulate and prevent any long term sustaining damage. For future purposes. Though that did nothing for the damage already taking effect; the explosion jostled her enough to bring underlying mental illnesses to the surface and the hospital was experiencing it first hand.
As she was being housed in the hospital her personality began to shine through to everyone and it was at that point that the mass majority realized they were not equipped to handle the unstable, now, 14 year old girl. From her manic swinging episodes to her self destructive tendencies to her hysterical laughter as she raced around the halls setting fires to anything and anyone that got in her way - the hospital had no choice but to place her in an asylum type home where they felt she would be best treated and taken care of. Unfortunately, that didn’t go as planned. Seeing as how there was no income to supply the home for housing this child; they weren't running a charity for Tznergorg's sake - the asylum ended up dumping her out on the streets. It was there that she delved - back - into the gang and drug scene making a living of hustling people outta their valuables and assisting in small time heists. Eventually joining up with a few groups here and there. Flitting between them all; never really finding her niche. Calixta was never in one place for too long. The voices she experienced and her general actions always dictated for her to be constantly on the move. It was as if she never ran outta energy.
Due to her presence when it came to getting in trouble and the fact that this girl has a ton of things going wrong for her in all the right ways - the second in command of one of the groups; Block C's very own '437', took a liking to her and acted as an older brother to her. They were thick as thieves and she flourished within the gang; able to swindle the best of them and when she couldn't she was lithe and athletic enough to squeeze outta those tough places. If she didn't resort to violence first, that is...
Her favorite past time, the place where you would always find Calixta was at the Nerge; a place for locals and aliens alike to come and spectate fights of the most brutal. Typically between prisoners or criminals, hell, even people looking to earn some extra cash. At any time during the day or evenings she found herself there - hoping to one day test her luck and compete though ultimately to make Calixta a household name. She had always been interested and in love with the Nerge, making sure to stop by and watch the matches that she could. Commentating to her rough and tumble fellow outcasts, making them laugh and enjoy the sport more and more. Eventually she garnered a following. Strangers who only knew her through whispered booths and back alley dealings - the girl with the crazy colored hair that commentates with such energy that it must be a power. At the time she didn’t think anything of it - it was just her. Calixta has never been one to lay low nor to sit still for very long; it's happened once or twice. Instead she would much rather be jumping up and down as she relayed play by play actions taking place in the Arena around them. Large gatherings around her enjoying the show around them and the show she was providing them.
Soon enough, those that run the arena, picked her up and offered her to try her luck. She wasn't the best for business at the ticket booth, since a lot of the passer-bys were just sitting around listening to her instead of buying merch. She couldn't refuse. Not like she wanted to. Calixta has competed in a few rounds within the arena. She has won each of her skirmishes in the arena. And because of that has "paid off" her debt the Nerge overlords. She knows her limit, contrary to popular belief - she knows she can't win 'em all and therefore stays away from the Nerge's battles unless otherwise inclined.
Calixta got her wish and has accomplished her dream of being a household name alright, there isn't a person within a 30km radius that doesn’t know of the loud mouthed, overly excitable, maniacal announcer; Calixta Io.
Calixta was in Tarkari Square, causing her normal bit of chaos when the explosion took place. She wasn't prepared. No one was it seemed. But the explosion was almost like music to her ears; it brought about so many different feelings of elation and excitement as well as drudging up some unpleasant memories of the pain of losing her limbs. When she came to; the world around her was thrown into a type of chaos that she hadn't been privy to in some time.
It wasn't until she touched a vending machine and it started spitting out items like a rocket launcher did she realize something strange happened to her in that blast. Instead of freaking out like a lot of people would in her situation, she instead had the brilliant idea of testing her new ability on other technology. All of which acted accordingly to her will - most of the time. This was definitely something she could exploit.
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