"It's always a good time for a drink, especially after the morning I had. I need something other than my<i>café cubano </i>to get me through the rest of the meeting. Don't fret, I will not get drunk on our first meeting. I look young, but I'm older than all of you combined." Calista commented with humor in her voice as she rummaged around the snack table until she found a bottle of bourbon and smiled as she poured a small amount into a cup of hot coffee. The cat clung onto her back with its claws and awkwardly fumbled to hold onto her. Even without being prompted to, it seemed the cat didn't want to leaver her side- or in this case, her back.<br/><br/>With a slightly annoyed sigh, Calista glanced back at the cat and shook her head. "You need to stop or I'm going to put you inside a rat like last time, Midnight. I know you're adjusting, but mommy has things to do. You are<i>not </i>a baby anymore," she told the cat as they came back to the table and sat down in the same spot as earlier.<br/><br/>Calista gazed at the other people with an awkward smile. A lot of people talked to their pets, but not like she did. She didn't want anyone to think she was crazy or insane. They might think Fury recruited her at the loony bin or something even worse. She might have been traumatized in the past, but that didn't make her complete insane. It had been so long since she'd met other people like her. Calista wanted them to like her and for that to happen, she would happen to open up to them.<br/><br/>"I'm Calista Calix... from Catalonia, Spain. You can call me CC. And this Midnight, the cat... demon. He's my familiar." Calista clarified. "And just like Andromeda, I've been around for more years than I can count. It's hard to know what year I was born in since we didn't keep clear records as you do nowadays, but I estimate I was born in the late 1500s. At least that's what my clothes from that time suggest... so there's that."<br/><br/>Calista bit her lower lip and fuzzed with the sleeves of her jacket nervously. "I am a witch... and a succubus, child of Mother Lillith. I was killed and tortured during the Inquisition after being wrongly accused of witchcraft with my friends and Mother Lillith brought me back. My soul was taken and in exchange I got my powers, a familiar and a lovely true form that earned me a place in a freak show in London against my will for a few years. Luckily, I have glamour ring that helps me disguise my true form with how I used to look before. I have no intentions of scaring people to death," she said with a bit of humor in her voice.<br/><br/>"Before you make any assumptions or walk out of the room, over the succubus part, I want to clarify that I do feed on sexual energy from humans. However, I never do it on people who don't want me to. And I will never do it with any of you... unless you want me to, of course. And in case you worry about my feeding needs, I promise you all that I have a healthy sex life that keeps me satisfied. So no horny witches here," said the young woman, smiling charmingly. Clearly, she didn't have a filter. Biting her lower lip, she reached for Midnight and petted its head.<br/><br/>"And I work with museums to curate exhibits and acquiring objects. And I have a degree in sexology. So if anyone needs advice for the bedroom, come find me. Don't be afraid. We are all sexual beings at the root of it," she announced proudly. "Anyone else wants to go?"