This is actually a character I made/used a while ago but didn't get to flourish. 
She begins kinda early in the Italian Renaissance, but I can change that if need be. 
EDIT; Hmm... It seems she's quiet visually similar to the character Charlotte - my fault, I though she had pink hair. Imma find some new pics. :p

[b]Name:[/b]
Calista Kritikous 

[b]Sex:[/b]
Female

[b]Description:[/b] 
Calista's appearance changes with her whim. Her powers give her the option to appear as she pleases. Centuries of heavy magic use has altered her once natural appearance. Now, the sorceress has baby blue and periwinkle hair and icy eyes, as well as pointed ears and sharp, angular features. It is not often she will walk around as another, but she is always identified by her large top hat, adorned with a working clock. Typically, she dresses semi-formally in robes or vests and skirts, with an overcoat in the winter, but she is not unfamiliar with modern dress and will occasional wear working jeans. Later in the evening, for the more adult crowd, she will only wear a leotard with her overcoat.[hider=Reference Pictures]Plain 
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Dressed - Night (her coat does not have that obnoxious collar)
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Staff
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[b]Date Inducted:[/b] 1400s

[b]Role:[/b] Illusionist / Magician / Grand Showman / Special Effects 'Technician'

[b]Offensive Power:[/b][list][*]Phantasmagoria: Calista traps an opponent in a frightfully real illusion of all senses. As long as the opponent recognizes the illusion, any and all effects of it physically manifest on the opponent. One must look past the illusion to overcome it, but many do not have the mental willpower. [*]Witchcraft: A magic user of much experience, Calista can spin cantrips and hexes of different types of strengths. [*]Moderate Martial Abilities: Armed with her cunning, hyper vigilance, resourcefulness, and weighted staff, Calista knows how to protect herself in a fight. She's been at this for some time now. [/list]
[b]Biography:[/b] 
In her previous life, Calista was a scholar working in a great library in Knossos, an ancient Grecian city. She spent her days rewriting manuscripts, translating texts, and studying topics such as culture, science, and mathematics. She met many people in her sponsored travels and saw a great many things. She met aboriginals in their lesser developed regions, and different societies in Europe as advanced or even further so than her own. She was, and still is, a very worldly woman.  She had always been a curious, inquisitive person, eager for knowledge and experience. She has a certain unquenchable zest for life. 

However, despite how forward Greece was in the fight for female rights, Calista had a life against the grain. Her colleagues never respected her work, she was never taken seriously, and was often passed over for a male counterpart, even if she was more qualified. Although most were amused by her pursuits, some misogynistic men were violent and threatening toward her, especially when she challenged their intelligence. They undermined her, sabotaged her work, and spread nasty lies and rumors around about her in their profession's social setting. She became suspicious about those around her trying to harm her, and developed paranoia because of it. To this day, she is extremely distrustful. 

In the 1400s her home city of Knossos was destroyed by raging fires. She was in Europe at the time, in France, and learned of the city's destruction second hand almost a month later, and she was devastated. She lost family, friends, and all of her research. Depressed and lost, she wandered the countryside for a few years aimlessly. In her travels, she came across the traveling circus. For the few days the carnival had stayed in the same town as her, she frequented its shows and attractions, finding them a fun distraction from her troubles. Before the circus moved on, the Keeper had met the girl and saw her intelligence, and offered her a place within the festivities. He tried her out as an assistant at first, but eventually brought her completely into the circle.

Calista was given the power of witchcraft because she was well learned enough to understand the arcane language as well as the intricacies of the art in general. She took to it quite warmly, and became quite proficient in its use.

[b]Other:[/b] [list][*]She is a very paranoid person. She is always friendly and cordial, but she is not particularly close with many other members of the show.[*]Having been here so long, Calista is not only a vital part of many shows as a performer, she also runs effects for other acts as well (though not with any electronic means).[*]She does not take kindly to intrusions on her privacy or personal space.[*]Calista will not hesitate to use magic on her coworkers thanks to her untrustworthy nature. However, she will rarely start physical confrontation.[*]She can speak many different languages fluently.[/list]

[b]Audition:[/b] 
[hider=In Time Unallotted to Other Actions]A cacophony surrounded Calista; the shrieks and screams of children both excited and terrified, the ringing lullabies that chimed from the myriad games and vendors sprawled across a barren field, and uncountable voices risen in an incredible harmony of discord that added to the allure of such grand revelry. As the witch daintily pranced, to the awe of the train of youth behind her, flowers materialized around her, drifting lazily to land in the children's hair and outstretched hands, turning to fluttering butterflies as they connected and flickered away, the colors of their wings dancing in the light. She waved her staff, more for a visual effect than a conjuring one, twirling and raising it high, and a shower of petals swarmed around her party with an easy grace. Feet dangling just a few inches from the ground, Calista smiled and laughed along with both the the enthusiastic children and their pleased parents, pulling random flowers from just out of their view, petals velvety soft and emitting a cloud of wonderfully floral scent, before melting away down their hands and into the grass below. As she weaved her way between the throngs passing through the carnival, visitors left and joined her company. They never stayed long, her intrigue lost once viewed up close, but they came none the less - such an obvious show of magic attracted mortals quite easily.

Past her gleaming smile and fanciful motions laid a restless glance that flickered from face to beaming face; taking in the sight of both the spectators and the silently strained countenances of the other workers around her. With her eyes she plied their smiles from their face, searching fervently for that hidden pernicious intent that lurked waiting for her. In the gloom, shadows draped over carts and stands mockingly, sitting still and malevolent out of sight. Calista never let her gaze linger for too long on their amorphous shape, in fear that suspicion would grip her tight enough to force action. It would never be more than illuminating the area, incorporating its brightening into her choreography, though she preferred not to do so. Whether it was because better judgement dictated that there was most likely nothing there, or the stifling fear of what might lie in wait crippled her so profoundly she fled the sight of the shadow, she knew not, nor cared to.

Her audience was new every few minutes, which was how Calista preferred to perform among the multitude of spectators that raged inside the carnival's grounds. It kept her from focusing her mental interrogations on a single entity, saving them from bone-chilling glances that searched every recess she could access. [/hider]