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Celeste Macavelia

"One change always leaves the way open for others."

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a character in “Elements”, as played by ArgoYamato

Description

«Celeste MacAvelia»
"If you have the will to do something, no difficulty can stand in your way!"
AMALEE|PONPONPON

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«CHARACTER DETAILS»


FULL NAME:
Celeste "Anna" MacAvelia Image

NICKNAME(S):
  • "Alia"
  • "Anna"
  • "Princess of the Winds"
  • "Sky Demon"

AGE:
23

GENDER:
Female

STATUS:
Ruler of Wind. (King. Though, she is female and thus "Queen". But she isn't married, so I'd like to say, "Princess".)

MAGIC: Wind
SKILL LEVEL: MASTER
AURA SCENT: Peppermint~Initially cold but hidden beneath the chill is a sweetness that refreshes.
Casual Spells/Techniques:
  • Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi~'The Grass Cutting Blade'. A perfected version of one of the most basic wind spells. It allows the user to generate energized arcs of winds with extremely high cutting and piercing potential--if used properly, it can pierce even the thickest armors. Each arc drains a varying amount of MANA based on the strength used.
  • Hypnos' Cloud~The user exhales a clear gas which has an altered chemical composition and induces sleep in any who breath in the gas--this excludes the majority of Wind users. The amount of MANA drained is based on the amount of gas produced.
  • Morpheus' Cloud~The user produces a bluish gas which has an altered chemical composition and acts as a hallucinogen--the gas induces hallucinations. It affects any who breathe in the gas, excluding Wind users who know to purify the air around them. It drains a relatively low amount of MANA.
  • Zephyr of the Fairies~One of the most well known and most used wind spells which allows for the power of FLIGHT! This ability can be applied to anything that the user touches, both objects and others. The spell can last for a limitless amount of time but drains MANA while active (Note: If used on another person, that person supplies the MANA for continued usage of the spell.).
Master Level Spells/Techniques:
  • Æther Aura~A high level spell that allows for the combination of multiple spells at once. Upon activation, this spell envelopes the caster in a greenish hue. It drains MANA while active--amount is unspecified. No other information is available at this point in time...
  • Iris Mirage~A high level spell. The user manipulate air particles to bend the way light is distributed and effectively creating a mirage-like holographic illusion. Only masters can use the spell to it's true potential as only they can perfectly manipulate below-microscopic particles. It drains very little MANA for an experienced user.

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  • Amalthea~A set of two throwing knives and a sheathe. Though one might initially believe that the daggers are magical, that are--in fact--just ordinary knives. It is the sheathe that has magical qualities. The sheathe can produce an unlimited amount of daggers when supplied with a small amount of the wielder's MANA. It can produce a maximum of seven knives before needing a MANA recharge and cool-down time--the cool-down period lasts about four minutes.
  • Four Ribbons of Hathor~Four ribbons (colored Violet, Green, Red, and Yellow) in a set of seven--Celeste still has people out searching for the last three. Each ribbon has a secret name and only those who know their names can activate their true abilities. Upon activation, each ribbon greatly extends in length and act as an extension of the wielder's appendages.




«ABOUT ME»


Description:
She has long and straight forest green hair which is typically kept tied up in a ponytail. If left to trail down its full length, Celeste's hair would reach about half a foot past her shoulders. Her eyes are blue, the hue of the sky on a clear day. Celeste is about 5"8' tall in height and weighs about 135 lbs.

Based on her appearance, Celeste has often been described to be beautiful and deadly

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PERSONALITY:
Many of the people around her will describe her as having inherited her father's skill and cunning and her mother's power and kindness. To a large extent, this is true.

Like her father, Celeste is extremely intelligent and never makes a move without thinking carefully first. She is is a master manipulator and can control her emotions easily, though she prefers not to manipulate others. A great tactician, she pays a great deal of attention to detail and never fails to take the utmost advantage of her surroundings--whether those surrounds be objects or other people. She rarely makes the same mistake twice.

Celeste is also an adamant believer of "knowledge is power". She has read a lot of books and uses many stratagems from the olden days—the strategies have been modified to fit modern day conditions. However, that which most emphasizes her adherence to the saying is her «Codex». This tome, which is the size of an average textbook but can compress to a pocket-size, contains a vast database of information (compiled by Celeste) regarding every magic user, warrior, ex-warrior, warrior in-training, magical object and their respective owner, and legend known to humans at this time. While several people know that Celeste has this book--all mistakening it for a journal of some sort--no one truly knows what it is and Celeste intends to keep this database a secret.

Despite her inborn manipulative skill, she believes in “the good of the many, comes before the good of one” and strictly follows this. Celeste is always looking out for others and is, sometimes overly, hospitable--even to strangers (though, this may have to do with her extensive information source about people...).
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History:
Celeste never knew her mother. Her father always told her that her mother had simply gone off to a far off place and would be back some day. Celeste stopped believing him when she turned twelve.

Other: Working on it...

So begins...

Celeste Macavelia's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Celeste Macavelia Character Portrait: Aarynn Fletcher Character Portrait: Emrys Character Portrait: Marsaili Character Portrait: Siya Ukomo Character Portrait: Aeraki
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Diavel


"... corruent coram vobis. Prodiit, qui obscurus est terra. Tolle forma, resurge, et fac sicut vos es iube!"

A tree shriveled up and withered as the last words departed from Diavel’s purple tongue and drained the tree of the last of its mana. It collapsed into a heap of bark, vines, leaves and branches. Twenty-three, an inauspicious number, the sorcerer thought to himself with a smile. The pile exploded as an earth elemental doppelganger formed itself and raced off to join its brethren at the Shrine of Aridea.

Diavel had to resist the urge to run off after the beast. In the distance, the sounds of combat could be heard—the pinging of rock against metal, the cries of war, the bass of explosions. Part of Diavel—a really large part—wanted nothing more than to go and join the chaos but the other part of him kept him back. It is all part of the greater plan. We must cooperate with Hebi to accomplish our ultimate goals. The sorcerer felt a wave of annoyance crawl up his throat. About a month ago, the dark-haired Protector had approached Tarean and Diavel with the proposal and plan to obtain the four elemental orbs. The Protector had acted as if the idea had been solely his own. Diavel snorted at the thought. Such a pathetic arrogant fool. The fate of the orbs had been decided long ago—long before even the Aridean civilization.

The sorcerer gritted his teeth and had just been about to summon another elemental when, suddenly—with a slurp—, his feeling of annoyance was gone. In its place was an emptiness—void of all emotion. He found that he actually missed the feeling.

There was a yawn from beside him. “You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Tarean noted.

Diavel shrugged impassively. He was still feeling the numbness of having one’s emotion sucked away.

“Though,” the han’ruun continued with a tone of sarcasm, “I was wondering: You know not all of the Protectors and their Kings are as retarded as they’ve led us to believe, right?”

“Oh, I am very aware,” the sorcerer answered with a cruel laugh. “It’s no fun having an experiment with stupid test subjects.” He turned to the sky, looking at the stars. “Come Tarean, I believe it is time that we went hunting for the next Water King,” Diavel said with an enthusiastic tone. It had been a long time since they had seriously been hunting for anyone. Perhaps the next few months would be interesting ones.

From the Shrine of Aridea, a screech echoed through the night signaling the death of another elemental. Diavel scoffed but, even as he did so, a hateful upward curl crept onto his dark lips. “Intelligent little rats.”

Emrys


There was the pinging of rock against metal as Emrys dashed in front of the Princess of the Winds to deflect another attack from an Earthen Elemental. As the collision pushed him backwards, the butler got a good look at the creature. This one had the figure of a bear and the complexion of a tree—sharp rocks formed razor like claws and long branches made up the creature’s rib cage. Between the branches of the rib cage, the knight caught a glimpse of purple—a activated rune. “Princess Celeste,” he called, “there is a rune on the Ele—.”

“Already on it,” came a reply from directly behind him. Two knives layered in a greenish aura flew out and curved towards the bear-like Elemental’s chest. One cut a branch in half before flying away and the second slipped straight through the opening into the Elemental. There was a sound like shattering glass and the purple glow from the Elemental’s chest disappeared. The lifeless heap of mana-less nature fell to the ground with a crunch.

Seventeen, Emrys counted. Of that seventeen, he had fought a total of eight and slain four of the eight. He glanced around the battlefield with stoic eyes. A dragon—smaller than what one might expect of a dragon—sped through the air, cutting down an Elemental not too far to his right. Aeraki was floating nearby, paintbrush in hand, directing her colorful creation. To his left, there was a flash of green and red as Freece smashed through a rock elemental utterly pulverizing the beast in the process. From the corner of his eyes, Emrys could see the Fire King crouching over his young-looking Protector who had taken a beating during the battle. A pang of pity pulled on the butler’s heart. Then, he noticed the black-haired Fire Protector walking over towards the group.

“Emrys!” Celeste called. The collected group of the Fire King and two Fire Protectors had caused a huge opening in their lines. Already, two Elementals had found the opening and were dashing through.

The butler was already sprinting towards the collected group. There isn’t enough time!

Aarynn Fletcher


Fortunately, Flynn had seen the opening as well and, unlike Emrys, had been much closer to the two invading Elementals. The fiery haired Protector raised his left hand and swiped it through the air in one fluid motion. Two ovals of yellow whistled through the air towards the rock and wood creatures.

Unfortunately, the Fire Protector’s mana had been running low and the first oval had taken most of his remaining spare mana. The first missile struck its target in an explosion of orange and yellow—obliterating the Earthen Elemental. The second wasn’t nearly as effective. It splashed against the wooden creature with a flash of flames but did nothing but ignite the creature. The Elemental didn’t seem to notice the fire and continued straight towards Flynn.

The Protector groaned wearily and readied his sword for another direct engagement. Much to his relief, the Elemental didn’t make it into Flynn’s melee range. Two knives, glowing with a green aura, shot past him and struck the Elemental square in the chest. The creature fell apart before it could even touch the ground.

In an instant, the Princess of the Winds and her butler were standing beside Flynn, making sure that none could reach the Fire King and the other Protectors. Flynn looked over at Marsaili, who Siya was holding closely. Personally, he had never been too close to the other Protector and had even, at times, found a distaste for her. Seeing her like this, though, made him see her in a slightly different perspective—despite being a demon, she was also a child.

“What were those things, Siya? And why did they wanna hurt us?” she asked softly.

The Fire King sighed, as he attempted to heal her. “I don’t know Marsaili
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Celeste MacAvelia


The Princess of the Winds stood quietly over the group. She was taking in whiffs of air, trying to identify the aura of the Elementals. They were Earthen Elementals—it was all too easy to simply place the blame upon Byre and his Protectors. Celeste shook her head. There was only one thing that she was certain of: “It wasn’t Byre and his men. There are absolutely no traces of their scents on these Elementals. The person—or persons—who did this is pretty smart, trying to set us upon each other’s throats.”

Standing beside her, the Fire Protector, Aarynn Fletcher, nodded in agreement. “It must be the people who already have the Water Orb.”

Upon the topic of the Water Orb, Siya turned to look at the other Protectors and Celeste. "I don't know what you plan to do, Lady Celeste, but I still plan to find the King of Water. I have a feeling that no matter what enemies may be following us, they may already be several steps ahead of us in finding him. If we find him, we can protect him until he's given his orb. There's no way we can find the orb, we've not the power to do that. Only the Water King can. I'll be on my way once Marsaili has been healed in the village not far from here. If you wish to accompany me, I'll gladly welcome you and your protectors. I could use all the help I can get". His eyes betrayed a stubbornness and refusal to listen to other reasoning. Without another word, the Fire King and his Protectors stood and began to walk in the direction of the aforementioned village.

Aarynn looked back at the Princess of the Winds and her Protectors with a smile. The Princess kindly returned his smile and Emrys gave him a nod of approval. With a thumbs up, the Fire Protector turned and walked off.

Just then, Kanan walked up and dropped to one knee, bowing to Celeste. The princess shook her head and bade him to stand up—the time for formalities was not this time. War was at hand. She raised her gaze, looking around at the destruction wreaked upon the sacred grounds of the Shrine of Aridea. The Shrine itself was untouched. “This alliance is important, but I am unsure if we can risk leaving our kingdom with Byre preparing for an attack.”

“A good defense provides for a good offense,” Emrys noted. “Perhaps, we should pull back and organize ourselves before making our next maneuver.”

“Time is of the essence now. We must decide our next move now.”

Kanan spoke, slightly surprising the Princess. “My Lady, forgive me, but I think that Lord Siya is correct in going after the Water King. We should find him first before Lord Byre or anyone else does. Offering him protection is, in my mind, the best course of action.”

For a few seconds, there was no response.

The butler looked at Celeste, “Princess?”

Slowly, but certainly, the Princess of the Winds nodded. “You are right, Kanan. Whoever was responsible for this attack is sure to be going after the potential Water King as we speak—his safety is of the utmost importance.” Turning to Emrys, she grinned. “I believe it’s time we began the next phase of our goal.”

The butler nodded with a slight curl to his lips. “Freece, Aeraki,” he called. “It’s time to go, we will be accompanying the Fire King and his Protectors to the nearest village—following that, we begin the search for the potential Water king.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Celeste Macavelia Character Portrait: Aarynn Fletcher Character Portrait: Emrys Character Portrait: Marsaili Character Portrait: Siya Ukomo Character Portrait: Aeraki
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#, as written by Siryn
Siya Ukomo, Kaed Kuhti and Kanan Thiyer

Siya carried Marsaili's unconscious body, his horse moving quickly as they left the forest behind. He was glad to have Celeste's help as she too followed them, using the air as their way of transport. He had wrapped Marsaili's wounds as best he could and then put her up on his horse. He wished to get to the town as soon as possible and get her treated. The sooner they did that the better.

"How is she?" Kaed asked, pulling his horse up next to Siya. The black haired protector looked tired, his body battered from the fight earlier. He was wrapped up in bandages as well and Siya was worried about him too. Kaed had lost quite a bit of blood, much like Marsaili.

"She's alright, but I want to get there as fast as we can. You need treatment as well."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

Siya frowned but didn't answer to that. Kaed always said that. He adjusted his hold on the reigns as well as his hold on the small girl. Holding her steady, he pushed the horse to a faster run. The town wasn't too far, another half hour and they were there. Hopefully there was a healer there. If there wasn't, then he was going to be in trouble with Marsaili and he didn't wish to ask too much more of Celeste. The wind princess had done enough already.

Soon the town came into view and Siya felt his heart lift. He had high hopes as they entered the town, their horses coming to a trot from their galloping across the dirt road. He shot his gaze around the area, trying to find where they could get Marsaili healed. The town was rather busy, people bustling around and doing their own thing. It was well within Siya's territory and as he pulled his horse to a stop, he found that many of the people had noticed his arrival. What had started off as simply a lot of people going about their business, turned into people massing together to greet their King.

"My Lord!" Many called.

"Lord Siya is here!" Others yelled, vying for his attention. Then the whispers came, most were whispers about his being a young King, a boy really. Those he ignored, but the other whispers were about the condition he was in, especially those of his party.

"I need a healer!" Siya yelled out amongst the din of voices. The voices softened at his call and several of the people glanced about themselves unsure of what to do. He shifted his horse and gripped Marsaili tighter, his voice strained as he called again, "A healer! I need a healer!"

"Here," a soft voice answered his and he turned to see who it was. A man and his daughter came forward, the young girl was looking up at Siya with awe in her eyes whilst her elder father smiled warmly, "I'll take you to my home and treat you all there," he offered and started walking to where he'd mentioned. Siya pushed the horse forward and followed.

"Thank you so much, sir."

"No need to thank me, my Lord. It is the least we can do for our King."

Siya blushed lightly and looked over to Kaed who smiled at him in return. Once they reached the house, Siya dismounted and pulled Marsaili down in his arms. He followed the elder man into his home and settled the tiny protector on a cot set out for patients. The man took a seat next to her and lifted the cloth that Siya had tied around her stomach to see the damage. The blood had already soaked through the bandage. The elder man started his work immediately after looking at the wound.

"I'll be a little while, Lila, get me some water," he told his daughter. Lila nodded at her father and left the room quickly. The girl must have been no older than ten. Siya watched her go and then turned back to the elder healer.

"Thank you."

The man only nodded and Siya felt it was time to leave the house so that the healer could work in peace. He walked outside with his protectors following him. He looked over to Celeste and nodded to her.

"Thank you for helping me. We will get started in finding the water King as soon as we can."

"The sooner we do that, the better," Kanan offered. The air protector didn't often speak and so it threw Siya off. The young Fire King looked over to the young man who had an eye patch over one eye.

"I agree, Kanan," Siya replied, his surprise at the protectors voicing his opinion gone then. Kanan was right. Not only did they have Byre after them, but there was also a chance that what had attacked them in the forest was after the new King as well. It would be back if he were caught before they could get to him.

"For now, we should resupply our wares. We'll meet back here in an hour or so," Kaed said, his voice taking on a deep tone which was often heard when he was giving orders to the others back at the castle. Siya flicked his eyes up towards the tall protector and nodded his agreement.

"See you all in an hour," he said and started off to get what he could from the merchants in the small town.