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Description
Though Celeste has the power to change her appearance at will, she seldom chooses to - the practicalities of such are thing are ridiculous, not only do your clients fail to recognize you its impossible to earn any sort of a reputation. It's positively ridiculous, if you ask her. As such, she generally keeps the same form, which is that of a pretty young woman of her late twenties.
As seems to be a required trait of secretaries, she has shoulder length dark blonde hair that falls in wavy tresses, occasionally kept in control with a simple hairband, but at times allowed to fall freely in a decidedly shampoo commercial way.
Her eyes are a piercing green color, and no matter the positioning, or how tall you are, they always seem to be looking down on you, in the contemptuous, 'I've got better things to do than talk to you' way that all secretaries manage, whether Gods' or Banks'.
Her build is bouncy in all the best places, and she does so enjoy flaunting it to all the gormless saps that make up the male half of the human race, which brings us nicely on to her clothing.
Being a less than modest woman, if she had her choice Celeste would wear low necked gowns every day. Unfortunately for us, being a secretary she has appearances to keep up, and as a result wears a low necked uniform instead, consisting of a white shirt underneath a bright red jacket with white trim and a matching red skirt that only just reaches her knees. On her petit little toesies, she wears a pair of (you guessed it) bright red stilettos that for some inexplicable don't manage to hinder her movement in any way.
Keeping with the theme of red, she wears bright red lipstick (not at all tarty, she swears), and a pair of ruby embedded earrings.
Personality
Being a secretary to the Gods themselves, it is somewhat understandable that Celeste is a bit arrogant about her relative importance in the world (and to be honest, she is rather important than mere mortals). She is rather a tease with the men, and flaunts her not insignificantly sized... pair of... bouncy... earrings... to mortals frequently, only to vanish once the job is done and turn up forty years later on the man's deathbed to pull a silly face and laugh (not that she's at all harsh or childish, no!)
When her job requires her to work alongside mortals to combat a misplaced natural disaster or prevent an accidental meteor strike, she is brisk and dismissive with them, considering herself far too important to waste time talking to inferior beings. She has been known to befriend one or two though, mostly amongst the non-human populace of the multiverse who are like her, immortal.
Equipment
As far as powers and the like are concerned, to clean up mistakes of Godly proportions one has to be somewhat able in dealing with hinderances. Celeste has all of the powers a secretary could ever want.
First and foremost amongst these powers is an endless source of gadgets and gizmos for every occasion, concealed within her jacket pockets, rumored to be similar in function to the tardis (without the time traveling obviously, time traveling pockets wouldn't be much use to anyone larger than a mouse).
Speaking of time travel, that forms another of Celeste's abilities, more specifically the power to defy time and be everywhere, and everywhen, at once if she so wishes it. This is quite useful if someone tries to start a fight with her, as she simply buggers off and leaves them to vent their rage on an unsuspecting wall.
Of course, there are those times when she cannot bugger off, as her presence is rather important, and in those times she makes use of her third ability, being decidedly immortal. Due to the fact that she exists in the future, no matter what time it is she cannot be killed, lest the very fabric of reality throw a hissy fit and strop on the supermarket floor.
History
Celeste was never born, as to say so would imply that she had a beginning, and that would just be silly. As long as there has been Gods to make fumbles, there has been a secretary to clear things up and file the mistake away into the shredder for no further reference.
On of the times when Celeste became involved in human affairs was in ancient Greek times, when Aphrodite, at one of Dionysus famed parties, got a little bit tipsy and accidentally caused two entirely unsuitable people to fall in love, resulting in the Siege of Troy. In truth King Menelaeus, the atypical neglectful husband - far too busy with getting drunk and beheading people - would never have noticed his wife's disappearance were it not for an oddly dressed Courtier commenting on the vacation she was taking with nice young Paris. At that point belated jealousy kicked in and eventually the situation was resolved to everyone's satisfaction. Everyone left alive at least, and dead people don't get opinions on that sort of thing.
More recently she put a hand in when Allah got rather miffed with the numerous failed attempts at Hitler's assassination. In truth, Hitler never actually committed suicide - but in actuality his drink somehow managed to acquire an ample dosage of cyanide in the time between its passing between his taster and him. A real pity that, must have been something in the air. Something in the air with a fashionable red uniform and matching earrings, mind.
Celeste Dubois pushed open the door of the bar, before walking in, her hips swaying seductively and her ample... earrings bouncing with every step. She ran her gaze over all the male occupants of the bar she passed, occasionally smiling in approval or chuckling. When she reached the bar, she snapped her fingers at the bartender "A glass of your finest red, before I decide to make my own." she said briskly. Her purchase of drinks was merely a formality, she could just as easily produce a bottle from her jacket pocket, but she felt that would be rude.
Celeste Dubois produced a pen from her front pocket and started tapping away on the bar counter, thinking. If she was going to have to clean up the latest mess that Dionysus and his drunken compatriots had made for her, she would need to put some thought into it. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and revealing a little extra leg (not that it was necessary, her skirt was short enough). When her wine arrived, she sipped at it idly, it really was a mystery why the Gods couldn't act their age, it would save her a lot of work...
Celeste Dubois looked up at the sound of bullets being fired and rolled her eyes, humans couldn't sit five minutes without firing some sort of firearm. Maybe they liked the noise.
Celeste Dubois scowled before standing up and walking over to Voxpopuli "Do you mind not making so much noise, I am trying to work here." she said, paying little attention to the fight besides the noise "Kill him quietly if you must kill him, and let the rest of us get on with our lives."
Celeste Dubois tapped her foot "Bar fights can happen, I never said they couldn't. What I said was I wanted them to happen quietly." she said, tsking. "Don't argue with me boy, respect your betters."
Celeste Dubois raised one eyebrow "I call you boy because nobody is older than me. The Gods themselves are about the same age, maybe a few milliseconds ahead." she said, chuckling to herself. "I remember the party they had after Creation, I've never seen Zeus drunk enough to be singing christmas carols arm in arm with Satan since."
Celeste Dubois laughed out loud "Different beliefs? Honestly boy, that makes little difference to Gods, you don't get the Greek Gods avoiding the Egyptians because different people believe in them! There are fourteen hundred Gods of Thunder, they take shifts based on number of believers." she said, before smiling at his comment about Satan "There is more than one religion involving someone called Satan, not all of them started as angels."
Celeste Dubois frowned "I think that ninety percent of what you just said was irrelevant. Now honestly, I have more important things to do than talk to you. No offense, but arguing over things I know are true is frankly a waste of time."
Celeste Dubois was in the bar. There was no entrance, there was just a flicker of reality, and Celeste was there, any observers convinced that she had been there since they got in themselves. And she had been. She just hadn't been paying attention.
Celeste Dubois brought the cup of tea in her hand (that hadn't been there before, had it? Or had it?) toward her lips, sipping from it calmly as she glanced this way and that. She looked up at Ilumiya "Fine establishment? Tsk. I would hardly call this fine. It is simply a conveniently timeless and multiversal location for me to take my tea break, easily accessible from all worlds."
Celeste Dubois smiled at Ilumiya, before speaking again - slowly, as if to a child that was unlikely to understand the long words she was using "Well dear, while I'm sure I could drink tea while in the center of an unplanned natural disaster, numerous tornadoes and waterspouts swirling around me, it isn't exactly the peak of comfort. I have an hour's tea break to relax, I want it to be comfortable."
Celeste Dubois continued to sip her tea, unmindful of the actions of Ilumiya "Come from? Dear, that would suggest that I had a beginning - and that would just be silly. The Gods have been around for eternity, with no set point of origin, and as long as there has been Gods, there have been mistakes of Godly proportions, and somebody to clean them up and blame it on Satan. That's my job."
Celeste Dubois smiled "Well of course you believe the Gods are infallible." she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "That's because I'm so good at my job." she then pointed out. "And you'd be amazed what people will believe in order to convince themselves their Gods are perfect."
Celeste Dubois stood, placing her tea down on a saucer that may or may not have been there a moment earlier. She then proceeded to walk towards the bar counter, her hips swaying provocatively in her shorter-than-short red miniskirt. The teacup and saucer followed her in the air, possibly because she was just that alluring, or possibly because she was levitating it. The former would be more evocative of her beauty, but somewhat less accurate. When she reached the counter, she paused, glancing at Fletcher and Liam and watching them exchange banter.
Celeste Dubois could not help but to overhear Liam's mention of 'The Hollow Men'. Well, she could have helped it - but they didn't need to know that. She did not know who these Hollow Men were, and that irked her. She should have been posted a file on them if they were more important than a dormouse, as it seemed they were. "Excuse me." she said, managing to sound loud without raising her voice at all "I could not help but overhear you mention 'The Hollow Men' - what are they?" she asked, getting straight to the point.
Celeste Dubois raised an eyebrow "...Peach Fuzz?"
Celeste Dubois "Pleasant fellows, then." Celeste commented wryly "I must meet them at some point."
Celeste Dubois "Celeste. Celeste Dubois." she said "And I disagree, I like to observe anything I was previously unaware of to determine how they escaped my notice."
Celeste Dubois nodded "I know." she said simply.
Celeste Dubois appeared in the bar.
Perhaps 'appeared' is an inaccurate statement. There was a time when she was there, and a time when she was not. But for the life of them, nobody in the bar could quite differentiate between them. She seemed to have been there... all along. But she hadn't, had she?
The smartly dressed woman took a sip from a cup of tea that also may or may not have been in her hand a few seconds ago, and lifted her eyes to Charna.
"I see that Luci is causing trouble again..." she commented loud enough for the other to hear. "Really, at least have some class. It's terribly unpleasant having to clean up silly messes like slaughters and the like, do something interesting, at least. Now please, stop, or I will have to edit you out of reality for a moment or so while I clean up."