Celeste Devereaux

[Celeste Devereaux]

Your Name:: Twi
Your Age:: 18
Canon or Original:: Original
How did you find us:: Through a member on here.

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Name:: Celeste Belle Devereaux
Alias:: Celeste
Age:: 18
Job/Position:: N/A
Location:: Ombra

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Appearance:: Celeste is 5'6, and slender. She has fair skin, with no freckles, etc. She has brown hair, and gray "icy" eyes. She has a birthmark behind her left ear, in a non-recognizable shape. She has a faint, but noticeable scar about 2 inches long on the side of her neck, from back when she was young.

Celeste is always well-kept, and never goes outside looking shabby. She always strives to look her best, no matter what she is doing. She also has a strong build, with lots of muscles, however it definitely doesn't look like it.

Distinguishing Features:: Her scar makes her stand out, as it is in the front of her neck, curving slightly to the sides. She has burn marks and scars along her stomach, and legs. Also, her facial expressions make her stand out. She always wears this arrogant expression, and her haughty attitude attracts stares.

Personality:: Celeste is a very independent woman, and hardly trusts anyone else. She always strives to get her way, and will do anything to get it. She rarely concerns herself with the problems of others, nor does she try to be friendly. She can be described as rude, and uncaring by other people, which seems to fit her well. She doesn't like emotions, so she doesn't bother herself with them. She lives in the moment, and is a very go-with-the-flow type of person. She doens't mind breaking promises, or cheating. She doesn't mind causing others a little pain, if it means a step up for her. Ever since what happened to her, she feels she gets owed some justice, and people feeling pain is how it should be. She likes being the center of attention, even though she wants no one to notice her scars. She can easily take care of herself, and wants no help or pity from others.

Strengths:: Getting her way, her looks, not letting things get to her, lying

Weaknesses:: her lack of compassion, downright nosy-ness, trusting people, letting go of her past, fire

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Companions:: her Aunt, Emmaline

History:: Celeste was born into a high-class family. She had near the perfect life. A great family, a nice house, expensive things. However, one day when she was 13, a stranger came up to her house. Her parents weren't there. She was an only child, so she was by herself. She was in the yard, working in the garden, so exposed. The man stood behind her, and held a knife at her throat. This is where she got the scar. He told her to go into the house, and wait for her parents. Thinking if she didn't the man would kill them, she did as she was told. Her parents came in, and went to her room, as was usual. The man had been waiting in the house, and shut them into the room. He then set the house on fire. Celeste managed to escape, as she was small and could fit through the window. Her parents couldn't. They died in the fire, and that man who did it was never seen again. She was sent to live with her distant Aunt. They never really got along, but it was better than being on the streets. They only spoke to one another when necessary, mostly because of their different views on things.

RP example:: Celeste made her way through the crowds, wanting to see what was going on. A fight. She rolled her eyes. People were such fools. She turned her back on them, pushing people out of her way, ignoring the rude stares and protests. She just gave them an icy glare, heading back to her Aunt's place. She stepped inside, noticing lunch wasn't ready. She called to her Aunt to make it. She wasn't going to cook. The way she saw it, work was not for her. She went to her room, sitting in the middle of the floor, leaning against the wall. She loved just sitting like this, as she could think without interruption. Her fingers absentmindely closed over the pendant her father had made for her, and she drifted off to sleep, right there.

[``roxane]

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