Name: Kallisto
Name Meaning/Origin: In Greek mythology Kallisto was a nymph who was loved by Zeus. She was changed into a she-bear by Hera, and subsequently became the Great Bear constellation.
Age: Three Years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fur Color: Black
Eye Color: Amber
Markings: None
ES Pack, ST Pack or Loner: ES
1st Wanted Rank: Scout
2nd Wanted Rank: Hunter
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Deceased
Personality: Kallisto is a darling angel, her eyes like a puppy staring back at you. Her voice may be soft but her teeth are sharp, and her eyes are misleading. She is careful, yet rebellious. Loving, yet deadly.
She is sweet, loyal, affectionate and just well nice…. When she wants to be. If you say something she doesn’t like or provoke someone she is close to you will pay, only in her mind though. She is like a puppet to all men, a woman that needs to be controlled. Little Kallisto can’t deal herself, she won’t. Kallisto just refuses to make decisions for herself; she possibly wants to be manipulated. Her mental health is fine, all but the fact she has a tint of alters in her head. That soft voice you hear? No, not at all, It really isn’t; it’s all in your head. She will make you think low of her and manipulate you just as you are doing to her. Kallisto is smart; her intellect is gathered by pure experience. This woman will play you for a fool, a deadly femme fatale that lives up to her name.
A death song, that’s what she needs. For all of those hearts she has broken and for all of those covers she has blown. Underestimate her and she will prove to you what she really can do; she can kill their memories, make them think they are nothing. And then you will have your way in, simple as that. She attacks their heads, screws with them and can make them think anything she wants. What is she then? A female player? No, possibly a femme fatale? Not that either; Kallisto is a influence, a bad one at that. She loves to play her bad little games, but for what reason she likes it is unknown. The only true thing about her you ask? Her name. That’s all she will give you, nothing more than that.
History: w.i.p.