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This is the picture I made to show off some of Kalista's scars . She has plenty to go around . (I also have another picture of the scene directly after this )
From oldest to newest:
1) The scar at her neck, a gift from the Master upon termination of an agreement.
2) There are pale scars that encircle her wrists where she fought against shackles.
3) The Pentegram/Demoki symbol of power on her forehead was acquired the same time as the wrist scars.
4) She has scars on her arms from cutting though they aren't very visible in this image due to their age.
5) Lastly (in this picture anyway), the cut on her abdomen was given to her during a fight where she had been drugged.

Alright, now, the picture itself .

If you're looking at her eyes and wondering, "Wait, aren't her eyes purple?" You'd be correct and incorrect. Her eyes change color with intense emotions, though they are naturally a light violet purple that you'd easily mistake for blue. I'm just going to drop you into the scene.

"Kalista, this wasn't my choice you know," he failed to justify his actions and I glared up at him. He was supposed to be dead and yet here we were having this conversation after he'd kidnapped me again. Yes, this was exactly what I wanted to be doing on my day off.
"Don't give me that look Kalista. You killed me, remember?" he pointed out, taking a step toward me and I backed toward the bed. I set my hands on the end of the gurney, slipping my fingers through the handles.
"You were executed. I didn't kill you," I argued, keeping his attention on his monologue while I dug through the drug infused haze to find my powers.
"Yes, but you signed the warrant. My blood is on your hands," he rebutted watched my face. I scoffed and flicked my bangs from my face. His eyes flashed with warm, orange fire.
"And the pot calls the kettle black. You killed three... no four of my friends in front of me. Having you executed was the only way to stop your killing spree. You said so yourself," I furthered, preparing to fight back when I hit the brick wall that hid my powers from me. He'd done this before but not in almost twenty-five years ago. the effect wasn't permanent and for that I was grateful.
"I remember that. I also remember you watching as I asked your forgiveness. You gave it and still killed me," he growled, anger so warm it would have burned anyone else. I was used to it. I'd worked for this man twice and it was thanks to him that I had my scars, which was why we were here in the first place. He'd insisted on only giving me this outfit, if it could be called that. A bandeau and short shorts was not an outfit but it covered more than just underwear, so I wasn't complaining.
"Yes, it wasn't just my decision to make. You brutally and horrifically murdered over fifty-thousand people in your six-thousand year lifespan. The least you can do is pay for your crimes," I spat at him eyes glowing with red fire. He took a step toward me, no within range to strike. (continued on to next picture Take that )

Description
This is the picture I made to show off some of Kalista's scars . She has plenty to go around . (I also have another picture of the scene directly after this )
From oldest to newest:
1) The scar at her neck, a gift from the Master upon termination of an agreement.
2) There are pale scars that encircle her wrists where she fought against shackles.
3) The Pentegram/Demoki symbol of power on her forehead was acquired the same time as the wrist scars.
4) She has scars on her arms from cutting though they aren't very visible in this image due to their age.
5) Lastly (in this picture anyway), the cut on her abdomen was given to her during a fight where she had been drugged.

Alright, now, the picture itself .

If you're looking at her eyes and wondering, "Wait, aren't her eyes purple?" You'd be correct and incorrect. Her eyes change color with intense emotions, though they are naturally a light violet purple that you'd easily mistake for blue. I'm just going to drop you into the scene.

"Kalista, this wasn't my choice you know," he failed to justify his actions and I glared up at him. He was supposed to be dead and yet here we were having this conversation after he'd kidnapped me again. Yes, this was exactly what I wanted to be doing on my day off.
"Don't give me that look Kalista. You killed me, remember?" he pointed out, taking a step toward me and I backed toward the bed. I set my hands on the end of the gurney, slipping my fingers through the handles.
"You were executed. I didn't kill you," I argued, keeping his attention on his monologue while I dug through the drug infused haze to find my powers.
"Yes, but you signed the warrant. My blood is on your hands," he rebutted watched my face. I scoffed and flicked my bangs from my face. His eyes flashed with warm, orange fire.
"And the pot calls the kettle black. You killed three... no four of my friends in front of me. Having you executed was the only way to stop your killing spree. You said so yourself," I furthered, preparing to fight back when I hit the brick wall that hid my powers from me. He'd done this before but not in almost twenty-five years ago. the effect wasn't permanent and for that I was grateful.
"I remember that. I also remember you watching as I asked your forgiveness. You gave it and still killed me," he growled, anger so warm it would have burned anyone else. I was used to it. I'd worked for this man twice and it was thanks to him that I had my scars, which was why we were here in the first place. He'd insisted on only giving me this outfit, if it could be called that. A bandeau and short shorts was not an outfit but it covered more than just underwear, so I wasn't complaining.
"Yes, it wasn't just my decision to make. You brutally and horrifically murdered over fifty-thousand people in your six-thousand year lifespan. The least you can do is pay for your crimes," I spat at him eyes glowing with red fire. He took a step toward me, no within range to strike. (continued on to next picture Take that )