MissAvarice these are my girls I think could go with your boy based on what you've told me about his preferences. Without double using any cause honestly Castel with Mavati or Ahri probably would have worked moderatly well too.
Calisten
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Calisten was waiting in her usual spot. She'd come back here every few days to get work. She'd done a pretty good job of getting her name out there. If you need something done you came to Calisten.
She didn't need a fake name since by all means she didn't exist. Her mother hadnt registered her as a human at birth. She was in a human disguise so as not to draw any extra attention to herself.
She's spent most of the day alone however now she was being approached. A boy looking no older than ten walked up to her seeming nervous.
"Are you Calisten?" He asked.
"Yes." She answered. Calisten didn't often deal with children. On occasion though, they just needed someone to impersonate a parent because they got in trouble. She'd take those jobs and accept the small payment the kids could offer. Whatever pocket change or candy they had stuffed away. It was raising herself another generation of clients who would come back to her in a decade or two with real money.
"I need your help. Sean told me you make things happen." The boy said.
"Alright, what do you need?" Calisten knelt down to be closer to his height.
"I need you to stop my dad. He hurts me." The boy said.
Calisten kept a professional face but sighed internally. Too many children came to her because they got smacked on the wrist for misbehaving.
"He hurts my mom too." The boy added. "We don't like it when he comes home."
That sounded worse. "Alright. Don't tell anyone I'm coming. I'll take care of it tonight." Calisten said. She needed to figure out how real this was before she took any action.
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Calisten has snuck into the house earlier in the day. She'd taken the form of a mouse and hidden away under a couch so she could watch and listen.
The mother seemed like a normal woman. She had cleaned and cooked dinner. She greeted her son when he returned before curfew. Overall a very nice woman.
The father came home later. He seemed to be in a mad mood by the way he tossed off his coat and took a seat immediately. His wife came to him and removed his shoes, rubbing his feet. That alone wasn't odd, she's seen wives rubbing the sore feet of tired husband's before.
