Description

Name: Celeste Marie Reynolds
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4
Appearance:

With dark brown and caramel colored curls cascading down to the bottom of her ribcage, lightly tanned skin, and those mysterious and richly dark brown colored eyes, Celeste holds a particularly exotic aura to her. When she opens her mouth, her words are laced with an intoxicating British accent. When she smiles, dimples form on either side of her face, giving the girl an innocent and almost childish look to her. As for her body type, Celeste has a skinny hourglass figure, her ribs just barely showing underneath her skin as she is a year into recovery from her years that were haunted with Anorexia. Scars riddle her body, her wrists, hips, waist, and thighs. Celeste has a couple of tattoos on her body that she got once she came to the United States;

Personality

Personality:
To say Celeste isn’t much of a people person is an understatement. Over the years, she has grown distant to everyone around her and put up a wall fifty feet tall to keep any and every one out. She isn’t really one for words, but when she does, more than likely her tone will hold some form of cold sarcasm. Not that sarcasm is always the intended way of wanting to talk to someone, it just seems to be the only way she knows to seem like she has a backbone. To look as though she can fight her own battles when in fact, deep down she is just a scared little girl who has no idea what to do. No matter how badly she wants a new start, her past always seems to haunt her— to drown her no matter how hard she fights.
Likes:
-Ice cream
-Sunsets
-Photography
-Singing
-The smell of rain
-Kittens
Dislikes:
-People
-Feeling controlled
-Tight spaces
-The Dark


Fears:
-Feeling emotionally and physically dependent on someone
-That her past will come and find her again

History

Basic History: When she was a young girl, Celeste’s father died of terminal cancer. Her mother was a workaholic nurse at a hospital in Wales, England. That left Celeste to be raised by her older sister, whom was fifteen when Celeste was nine. The three girls struggled after the death of her father, making their home life pretty stretched thin on the childhood luxuries most children had. Not that she cared much, really. She had her mom and sister. What more could a kid ask for?
When she was twelve, things took a turn for the worse. Her sister started bringing home a boyfriend that soon developed an obsession with the pre-teen Celeste.
One night while her mom working a night shift and her sister and boyfriend got drunk while babysitting, he snuck into the young girl’s room and raped her. You’d think her sister would come to the rescue, but instead, she watched while her boyfriend sexually abused her. And it didn’t stop there. Celeste remained a target for the man’s sexual, physical, and emotional abuse for four years. She would use self-harm as a way to escape all of the hurt.
When she was sixteen, Celeste ran away and tried to never look back. She soon got mixed into drugs and alcohol, eventually winding up into selling her body to strangers for money. It took a couple of years to raise enough money to afford a plane to the States for a fresh start. She’s been living there since she ws 18.
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