"What's your favorite instrument? A cello? Hm. Second favorite?"
While there are many words one might want to describe this frail looking woman with; stoic, calculating, unsettling-- one prevails over all others. Fey. Born, or rather, carved, of the Court of Seasons, Calliope's features upon close inspection reveals her to be no mere elf. Instead, her skin makes way to the bark of a cypress, and her hair drapes down in autumnal leaves. Even her blood when drawn sticks like sap, and though your own would likely be drawn if you tried it, can make for tasty hard candies when frozen.
Carrying a varying assortment of trinkets and baubles, Calliope fights with esoteric knowledge and talismans gathered from her lengthy tours across the fey realm, her crossbow and buckler merely a vessel for the strange otherworldly magics she calls upon. Now arriving at the Navigator's Society she claims she's here looking for someone, but as time goes on, it's becoming more and more apparent what she's really doing is hiding.