Name: Celeste Nirmand
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Possibly heterosexual.
Personality:
Shy at best, and an outright introvert at worst, she keeps to herself and snaps at anyone or anything that comes close when she wants to be alone. She may be cold even to those she knows well. To strangers, or people she distrusts, she may be curt and unwelcoming. She does not trust easily and is unwilling to be close emotionally to anyone, not willing to go through the same heartbreak in case she loses them.
Her expression is usually grim and forbidding, so that people will avoid her if they see her. Anyone who disturbs her will be hit with the full force of her death glare. But when she does smile, radiant wouldn't even begin to describe her.
Celeste may be a klutz at times, up to the point of being comical. But when she fights, graceful is an understatement. Her attacks are driven by her hunger for revenge against the nonhuman races, to avenge her mentor and best friend.
She loves being in the forest and being surrounded by trees. It gives her a sense of belonging and protection that she had lost when she was twelve.
Biography:
Celeste grew up in a normal middle-class family, with normal parents and normal friends. Her father was a blacksmith, and her mother, once a seamstress, still custom made tunics and dresses and such for friends for a small fee. A perfectly normal life.
Until a vampire killed her best friend of five years right before her eyes when she was twelve.
The vampire only spared her when a passer-by burst in and attacked the vampire with a large sword. Ever since then, she had started to drift away from her other family and friends, and rather keep to herself than join others in play or conversation.
When she was fifteen, the random stranger who had saved her life came to her door and requested to see her. She then learned that he was a hunter, and he offered her a mentorship. Eager to get away from the place where her beloved best friend had been killed and get her revenge, she accepted.
Understanding what his daughter had wanted since her friendās death, he made a sword, designed so she could use it as if it were an extension of her arm. Apart from that, he also made two sets of twelve easily concealed throwing knives. Her mother prepared travelling clothes for her with materials she had been saving for such an occasion. Celeste tearfully accepted the gifts, before saying her last goodbyes to her parents and setting off on her new life.
Celeste trained under her mentor for three years, learning all she could and successfully taking down her first vampire at the age of seventeen. She treated her mentor as an older brother, someone mature to turn to when she needed help.
And he left her, all the same.
A particularly strong werewolf he couldnāt immobilise early enough to kill had pounced on him and had broken his neck. In shock and sheer fury, she had charged the werewolf, but it had managed to get away with only a few scratches, while she had dragged herself, half-dead, to a healerās.
Her mentor had left her one last thing: a small dagger, supposedly imbued with earth magic. She named it after him: Seanus.
The rest: TBR.
Weapons:
She is an expert with blades, and can kill or seriously injure by throwing or attacking theā¦normal way. She uses small knives of any kind, as long as they fit in her hand and are suitable for throwing. Of course, she favours her own blade, Rynāuth, and the throwing knives she calls Zarānath. So far she has lost only two, but even that makes her feel guilty.
Missing Zarānath 1: Lost during the battle against the ārabidā werewolf.
Missing Zarānath 2: āā¦ Eh? Oneās missingā¦ It was right here, I remember! WHERE IS IT?!ā
Yes, it just disappeared. Odd, agreed?
She knows every single Zarānath apart from the other. Somehow.
There is also the seemingly magical dagger, Seanus. She has never attempted to use Seanus before, and baulks at the mere thought of using it for battle.
Other:
Celeste doesn't pick her jobs, and will take up any job offered to her. She used to attack any nonhuman she came across, but now only takes on assignments with payments after going through a period of time with no money on her at all, and also on behalf of her new hunting partner.
She doesnāt like canines and anything that flies which isnāt a bird. (That includes flying insects, too. And definitely not her Zarānath.)