Callidora Carolos

To say Callidora has aged well is putting it mildly, she’s no girl, or even a young woman an longer, yet at some point, time decided it was only going to refine rather than erode her elegance. Her dark curled hair is adorned by a pair of horns that curl back and out at the far sides of her forehead, and dead center between them is a single dangling lock. Piercing green eyes flash with the wisdom of one who sung her share of blues. Her outfits, mortal and fae, could not be more different. While the outfit of mortal thread screams home maker, somehow to fae eyes it shifts to a green slinky ankle length dress that hugs her contours quite alluringly, yet never tackily.