⊱ Calixta Hayes (21)
Zodiac: Scorpio
Height: 5’6
Criminal Offense: vandalism and consumption of controlled recreational drugs.
Social Class: Born into a low class couple to be later adopted by a middle class family.
Poison: Bourbon and Weed. Claims is a match made in heaven. If there’s no weed, she goes for Oxy.
Likes: travelling, reading, psychology, playing the piano, cocktails, that 70s show, politics, skirts, men t-shirts, cigarettes, art in general, flirting, Leon Trotsky, vintage sunglasses, arguments, cats, polaroids, eyeliner, literature, instant soup, Friedrich Nietzsche, correct grammar, history, greenhouses, pretty flowers, philosophy, bubble baths, New York, waking up early, England when it rains.
Dislikes: being that awfully smart, being irresponsible, throwing tantrums like a child, people that do what she does because that makes them as stupid as her, pretentious people, those who brag about what they have, ungrateful people, pop and electronic music, not having an accent, community service, the colour orange, violent people even though she is one of those sometimes, pollution, Friedrich Engels, overcooked food.
Personality: If Calixta dared to pay a visit to the local hospital once in awhile, she’d probably be diagnosed as mixed bipolar, but we will never know that for sure. When in low stage, which happen more often than not, she is indifferent, distant and sour. She does have her moments of brightness which never fail to amaze anyone. She usually goes from affectionate, caring and optimistic to straight up b*tch. Besides her mood swings and whatnot, she is a free soul. She has no regrets. Okay. Fine. Maybe she does hate herself a little for having always been such a clean cut but that’s something no one needs to know about. Although rebellious, unpredictable and a tiny bit selfish she still has a good heart, with mixed feelings, that’s all. The responsible, smart-ass, selfless, honest and trusting Calixta is still somewhere there. You just have to hang around for enough time to actually get to her.
Once upon a time, a well acclaimed social worker from London, England opened her door only to find a recently bought basket that came with a pink bow on top and a note. The note begged to keep the baby’s (that was inside the basket) name, Calixta, since the parents felt that was the name that suit their baby the most. Confused and astonished, the social worker dropped the baby at an orphanage that would take her in happily. At the age of three, the little baby had grown a few tiny teeth, shiny locks and extra inches that had such a lovely and promising smile that a couple from New York couldn’t help but take her with them. That was the start of Calixta’s life.
In New York she grew up nicely and well aware she was adopted and somewhat different from the other kids her age. She liked reading and spelling more than playing in the backyard and she was always a big fan of memorizing quotes as soon as she had learned to read. During her teenage years she worked hard, leaving her friendless despite her cheery attitude towards the world. Despite her hard tries to making friends, she just couldn’t do it. Other kids were too into Uggs and fancy jumpers while all that excited her was Friedrich Nietzsche's work.
A good girl, always dressed in a skirt and an eidetic memory that landed her a full ride scholarship to the School of Social Studies at The University of Manchester majoring in Political Science and minoring in English literature earlier than most. Something along the way, at the age of eighteen, changed turning Calixta upside down. Everything she had stayed away from until that time hit her like a bullet in the back, turning her unrecognisable from whom she previously was. Was it the abandonment issues? The insane pressure she was putting on herself? Truth be told, she started making bad decisions for she was scared of how clean and smart her life had been until then. In a nutshell, she was panicking over never having made a mistake in her entire life, how smart she was and how that affected her possible (yet non existent until then) social life. Calixta was just about to start digging her own grave. Along with her stupid paranoia came the usual activities youngsters pick up when in rage or in need of attention. One night, after an illegal rave party at a Warehouse down in Manchester, Calixta went plain crazy. Maybe it was the drugs or the feelings bottled up inside but, somehow, she managed to crash a display window from a retail store across the street and stayed there to get caught. On purpose.
Model: Amelia Zadro
⊱ Calixta Fun Facts:
1. You either love her or you hate her, depends on how she is feeling. When she is cheery she is that hopeful ray of sunshine in a cloudy day and when low is a hurricane during your picnic day.
2. Think Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. She knows a lot about everything (there's too little topics she is clueless about) and she loves talking about smart things. If you dare mentioning either Nietzsche or Trotsky then, my friend, prepare for a long speech.
3. She likes everyone unless they are too pretentious or spoiled so there's a chance she will like you even if you don't like her (and she will certainly not understand why it is you don't like her).
4. She is like a 15 year old hormonal teenager aka she has crushes in basically every single cute boy in the area but mostly from afar.
5. Rather contradictory to 4, she loves loves flirting and thinks it's the most fun ever.
6. She hates being challenged. Challenge her and she'll do whatever in her power to kick your ass gracefully.
