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☣CELESTE ARIA DEAME☣
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
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USERNAME
Princess Vampireska
AGE
Twenty One
GENDER
Female
OCCUPATION
Law student, Author of Fiction/Romance/Horror Novels, Mangaka (Manga Artist)
AFFILIATION
Civilian
EQUIPMENT
Knives, carving pens, pipe bombs, lighter, small bottles of gasoline, sabercut saw, her iPod with an everlasting battery, minimal amounts of food and water.
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Celeste is about 5'5, her figure is slim, but curvy, she is about 143 pounds in weight. Wavy, bright, red hair sits on top of her head and adorns her face with gentle waves, it reaches down to the middle of her back. She has clear green eyes that can shift color according to her mood, ranging from dark emerald to clear spring green. Her piercings exceeds those you would expect on a girl like her — sixteen in total. She has six on each ear, a lip ring and a belly button piercing. Though she use to wear a ring in her lip, once the epidemic started, she has not taken care of putting on any extra jewelery than that which she has on. She has hoops in her ears and a stud in her belly button. Only visible scar is one on near her left elbow, stretching down to her wrist, she had fallen on a wire fence during her wild years and impaled her arm in the barbed wire. She is not particularity athletic, or has very good coordination. Her stride could be described as sexy and feminine, elegance pours off of her as she walks by. Her legs are actually the longest part of her body, but is too shy to expose them. She holds herself with poise and confidence that even she is not aware of, tends to cringe away from people as if afraid of contact.
Celeste can be described by others as a stoic, serious person, her emotions rarely revealed in front of others. Rarely laughing, crying or smiling, people believe she is a cold, distant person who cares about no one but herself. Truth is, her shyness holds her back. Celeste is not the most outgoing person and definitely not the most confident, averting her green eyes and not speaking to people was the way she avoided having to confront her fear. Hating anything to do with public speaking, she chose to be an author and artist of both novels and manga, choosing this path gave her the comfort of not having to speak to strangers and having to face their criticism. After publishing several award-winning novels and popular manga series', she wanted to do something different with her life. So, she started going to law school, she had always had a strong sense of justice and wanted to prove both innocence and guilt of those who deserved it. Her sense of the just overcomes even her shyness and unwillingness to speak in front and to people, she stands up for what she believes in until the end and does not change her mind very easily. Celeste suffers from a severe case of OCD and tends to panic when things are not her definition of perfection, things that are not centered perfectly or stacked according to things like size and alphabet bother her and she will not be calm until she organizes things. She is amazingly intelligent, she was actually succeeding in her studies at law school before the epidemic struck. She is withdrawn and quiet, speaking only when forced to. She does not talk about her past much, and especially does not share her emotions. Feeling pity from other people bothers her and she tried to avoid that at all costs. She is the thinker — the strategist, always planning ahead and thinking of what to do in case something happens. Being cynical always helps her think out every possible situation, every possible error that could occur and she can plan ahead of those could-be faults.
Celeste is usually a very calm person, even in the face of adveristy, she keeps her poise. Her mask that hides her emotions rarely slips, but sometimes, when the pain and sadness is too much, the wall crumbles. She is impossible to talk to in this state because she hides inside of herself and doesn;t allow anyone in. She has always doubted herself, her looks and anything to do with her. When people call her beautiful, she shrugs it off. People think i it's because she is arrogant and proud, but it's just because she doesn't believe. Celeste adores books and books are the only thing that can actually make her express her emotions, sad books make her cry and romance novels make her swoon and blush. She is brutally honest and will tell the truth during any occasion, no matter what. She doesn't like or believe in lies and tries to avoid telling them. She is an excellent listener because is is quiet and can sit through a person talking hours on end without interrupting. Not only that, but she gives advice that works almost every time. Her mind works so fast through real-life situations that she can tell them exactly what to do to get a good outcome. The only thing she is faulty in is math, she cannot stand numbers and complicated mathematical equations. Compassionate and caring, she tries to help everyone who needs it, though not a lot of people see this side because they do not take the time to actually get to know her. Instantly put off by her serious, skeptical, cynical and sarcastic attitude, people stray away from her. She actually has a sarcastic sense of humor and sees the dark side of things, her negativity can bring anyone down from the clouds instantly. She doesn't really care of anyone else's opinion of her but her own.
The one thing that Celeste detests with a passion are backstabbers. Those that walk around saying one thing to your face and another behind your back. She does not usually hold a grudge, but she will if you back stab her. It is actually very easy to befriend her and get on her good side, just give her something like candy or roses, and actually take the time to get to know her and she will be a trusting, reliable friend who will give her life for you. Her favorite thing in the world besides books is music. She adores it and could not live without it. She thinks the military and the renegades are overrated, but is so scared she would rather stick to them than to be alone again. Celeste has a killer aim and her main weapons are ten knives she always carried with her, to avoid losing them, she always gets them after the job is done.
LIKES
♫Books
♫Music (heavy metal, rock, classical mostly)
♫Candy
♫Romance
♫Animals
♫Honesty
♫Drawing
DISLIKES
ØLies
ØBackstabbers
ØOveruse of religion
ØBlood
ØThe Dark
ØSmall, enclosed Spaces
ØNeedles
ØThe Infected
Born in raised in Venice, Italy on October 11th to a mother and a father who believed in nothing more than God, my childhood was restrained and more than a little boring. My family was made up of devoted Catholics, going to mass more than twice a week and giving half of our salary to the collection plate it isn't necessary to say that we lived a less than luxurious lifestyle — barely getting by and having a little more than what was needed to eat. I grew up a devout and God-fearing child — it didn't last too long. When I turned thirteen, I began to show my wild streak, getting an extreme amount of piercings and tinting my hair obnoxious colors that cannot be natural more than once. Every time I did something like that, my parents practically disowned me and called me a spawn of the Devil. It made me laugh and do it more, in school, I was known as the anti-social freak who got excellent grades — I'm sure that they called me something much shorter but I can't remember. My shyness made it practically impossible to make any good friends, and I as far as I can remember I only had one true friend — a guy named Romano who always followed me everywhere and tried to go out with me, I liked him a lot but I was too shy to ever accept his invitations.
High school went by in a breeze and I started going to law school, Romano one step behind me, I had become a popular novelist by the age of sixteen and becoming a mangaka by the age of eighteen. My parents finally admitted that no Devil spawn could ever be this gifted. My writing and my drawing was my life, allowing music in as my muse mostly, I had no time for anything else. I was so busy that people never really questioned my withdrawn personalty, thinking I was too absorbed in my work to think of anything else — which in a way, was true. A year ago, I got sent to Norway to continue my studies. I boarded the plane, bags in hand and got on the plane. My trip lasted a total of a day in a half before an event happened. It was an event I wish I could forget. Someone on the plane screeched, no, not screamed screeched. It sounded like a bird, only... different, inhuman. The screech was followed by a pained scream, a female. A sharp ripping sound tore through the cabin and the gurgle of liquid spurting out of a space. Screams began erupting around me as I leaned over and saw a woman in the grip of a man, he held her head back as he ripped savagely into her throat. Dying gurgles could be heard from the woman as she breathed her last breaths. Or so I thought.
Moments later, the woman straightened and stood up, her throat still spilling blood over the seats of the plane. Someone shot a gun and both of the Infected went down in a heap, blood spilling out of their bodies like a faucet. The pilots had to make an emergency landing in Limerick, Ireland. Stranded, with nowhere to go and more than a little panicked, Romano and I headed for the nearest hotel. My profits from my books and drawings had racked in quite a big amount of money. Our peace lasted a little more than three days before the hotel staff had the contracted the mystery disease. Romano and I packed up supplies and ran, as far as we could and got as far as Galway before we got caught. An Infected sneaked up behind us and managed to get Romano, taking a clean chunk right out of his neck. A horrible scream echoed through the empty town as Romano fell forward into the ground. At first, I had no idea where the scream had come from, then I realized that it was issued by me. Seconds later, Romano stood up, his hair matted with blood and body drenched. I tried talking to him as I backed up, my voice faltering with begging. He didn't hesitate, launching himself at me, I threw a knife at his head, sticking in with a sharp thunk, I finally knew how serious this problem was. I've been alone since then, wandering Ireland alone, hoping to find more people out there who have survived, just like me. So far, no such luck, my negativity is getting the best of me, but I hold on to that thin thread of silver lining. I no longer hesitate to throw knives or my carving pens that I used for my toning in my mangas at the heads of anyone who dares approach me.
DESCRIPTION :: With a sexy air and quiet confidence, 21 year old Celeste was a regular bookworm. Lacking grace and coordination, she has excellent aim and no hesitation that makes up for her faults. A civilian that thinks both Renegades and Militia are overrated, but prefers them than to being alone. Originated from Venice, Italy and has a habit of cursing in Italian, has a mother and a father in Italy but has no idea how far the disease has spread. She lost her best friend to the Infected and has a deep fear of them ever since. She hates liars and backstabbers and always responds with intense honesty that sometimes hurts people. She adores her iPod and all of her music, loves novels and drawings. Wants to find someone to work with. A quiet listener and a cynical skeptic, she doesn't care of what anyone thinks of her.
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