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Astoria Caelus

lost girls find their way.

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a character in “The Lost Planet”, as played by partially-stars

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ASTORIA CAELUS
lost girls find their way.

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BASICS
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{Full Name}
Astoria Rosa Caelus

{Nicknames}
Asti, Ria

{Age}
24 / 240


{Sexuality and Romantic Interest}
Pansexual / TBC


{District}
Teleportation


{Location}
Cologne, Germany

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ABILITIES
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Teleportation
Aurum
With no more than a step or a spin, Astoria could materialize anywhere on the planet. As long as she knew where she was going, having been there in person was merely an advantage, not a requirement. Her only limit was her energy levels, and they seemed to go so much further at home. She could often transport other people and equipment with her at ease.

Earth
Now, however, her abilities of transformation are greatly limited. She’s strictly limited to places she’s been before in person. Her energy levels couldn’t carry her past the city limits, let alone all over the world. Her ability tires her so much that she’s forced to travel like mere mortals except in the most serious of emergencies. She hasn’t yet tried it with other people, but given that having too much in her backpack can tire her out, she severely doubts the possibility of bringing others with her.

Deception Intuition
Aurum
It is deeply beneficial for a border guard to know when she is being lied to. Back home, she could immediately tell when she was being lied to and what they were lying about. Falsified documents seemed to stand out like a sore thumb. She could tell the difference between an outright lie, a white lie, and a simple mistake or guilt. She knew when someone’s identity was being concealed.

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Now, it’s more of a vague feeling when she’s being lied to. It hasn’t failed her yet, but she can’t always tell if she’s just uneasy or if it’s her ability kicking in. She can tell when something is off about something or a person, but can’t put her finger on it.

Enchanted clothing
Aurum
Astoria’s most beloved item of clothing was a jacket that could change appearances. It was officially so she would always be wearing the colors and insignias of whatever region she was in. It could be a cloak, a military style jacket, a jacket matching those worn by the royal guard, a casual jacket... anything she wanted it to be. Any colour, any style.
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Now, the jacket spends most of it’s time as a black military style jacket. Not out of choice. She managed to get it into a cloak bearing the colors of the Teleporation district colors and insignia once, and fell asleep wearing it. When she woke up, it was back to the jacket. But she wears it all the time as it makes her feel closer to home.
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APPEARANCE
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Everything about Astoria is striking. At 5’9”, she’s tall, emphasized by her thin build, her impeccable posture, and her love of heels and combat boots. Back home, she wore her chestnut hair long and often in braids and buns. While on Earth, she cut it short and has played around with the colour, but keeps coming back to her natural Her eyes are grey and piercing, framed by dark lashes and often dark makeup. On Aurum, her work was her life, and so she was usually found in her uniform. When she wasn’t, she liked black, grey, and silver. She always leaned more towards the masculine side, even when it came to the cut of her clothing. As she lacks any curves of note, she felt as though the feminine clothing made her look like a child playing dress up in her mother’s clothes. Not much about that has changed on Earth. She’ owns some more feminine clothing that shows off her small waist and gives the illusion of curves, but she still tends to stick to her beloved jacket, shirts, t-shirts, and jeans. Heels are the only typically feminine item of clothing she wears regularly.


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PERSONALITY
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Externally, Astoria matched the stereotype of the Teleporation district. With a serious case of resting bitch face, many approach her and presume she's just like every other border guard. But then she looks up and flashes them a grin, and all presumptions and stereotypes are shattered. She's bubbly and bright, a laugh apparently only ever steps away from her lips and her laugh. With an incredibly positive energy, she somehow manages to make people smile despite themselves. She tells things as they are, but doesn't believe in brutal honesty. Social grace is far from her greatest talent, but she never intends to hurt anybody, and she's never afraid to apologise. She's a very tactile person, frequently found leaning on her friends and lying with her feet or head in their lap. She sometimes forgets that not everybody is comfortable with that but is never hurt or offended when they ask her to move.

All of this might give the impression that Astoria is laid back. This isn't quite true. She's from the Teleportation district, after all. When it comes to her work, she's meticulous, triple checking everything she does. She stood out from her peers in her home district because of her personality, but she was still appreciated because of how good she was at her job. Her life, her work, depended on her getting everything right, and she's constantly afraid of getting something wrong and ruining everything. But she's drawn to that. On Earth, she could have taken a job that was safe, where getting something wrong wouldn't put anyone's life at risk. But instead she took a job in forensic computing. The idea of safety doesn't sit right with her. She'd rather be on edge and stressed than board and safe, and she doesn't quite understand that.

But despite her easy grins and laughter, Astoria is not an easy book to read. Behind her genuine smile, behind those piercing eyes, there's a wall. Her emotions are carefully guarded. Being sent away from her home broke her heart once. She doesn't want that to happen again. She's fine on her own, and she doesn't want to let anybody in who might hurt her. It took her a while to settle anywhere because she was afraid that she might be forced to leave again. Her head knew that she wouldn't, but she found it so hard to call anywhere home again. Her friends can't say that they really know her. Her head tells her that this isn't sustainable, but she isn't letting herself get hurt. Not now, not yet.

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HISTORY
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Astoria’s family was an important one. Her mother was a councilwoman and, alongside Astoria’s father, helped to dictate the border protocols around Aurum. But despite this, Astoria was always their first priority. They tried to balance their shifts to make sure one of her parents was always there while she was young, and once she was old enough to sit quietly and behave herself, she started going to work with them and attending her mother’s meetings. When it came to determining protocols and policy, Astoria could have easily followed in her parents’ steps. But her ability to detect deception meant that she was given a position as border control.

Her parents had only ever known safe office jobs, and so they were afraid for their daughter as she took up her position at the border of the Light district. But Astoria excelled at her job. Despite her young age, it had already been decided for her that she would take up her mother’s position on the council whenever her mother chose to step down. However, the war came before that could ever happen. Her mother did everything she could to get Astoria onto one of the crafts, determined that her daughter would bring her light to another place, somewhere where she could make a difference.

Astoria landed somewhere in mainland Europe. Having discovered a talent for languages, Astoria spent a year or so traveling, finding it hard to call anywhere home. But in need of money and stability, Astoria decided to stay in Cologne. She slept on the couch of a charitable stranger who taught her about technology... and how to hack it. As someone who had worked in security and stability, hacking and stealing felt wrong. She exploited weaknesses to raise attention about them and to urge companies to fix them. This earned her some freelance work, but within a year, she was approached by the police. They needed somebody to get them in, and they needed somebody to find how others could get in. Instead of being on the borders, on the front lines, she was in an office or in her apartment, something which took a little adjusting. But she was just starting to achieve normality when the golden meteor streaked through the sky. The thought of being able to go home or even just being able to find something from home made her book flights to the US and start to teach herself English.
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OOC INFO
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{Writer}
iCat
{Face Claim}
Kristen Stewart
{Dialogue Color}
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So begins...

Astoria Caelus's Story

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Astoria Caelus Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus

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“Hello.” The border guard looked up at her with an ice cold stare, and Harper quickly decided against saying anything more. She handed over her passport and documents, and stood awkwardly as the guard examined them. Once he had established that they were in order, he slowly turned to his screen and started scrolling. Harper glanced around at the queues around her, all of which seemed to be moving painfully slowly. How different it all was to Aurum, where all she had to do was scan their district emblem and wish them a pleasant day. None of the border control officers were as much as cracking a smile here. The atmosphere was tense and cold and harsh and made her skin crawl.

“Why are you visiting the United States?” The border guard suddenly droned, making her jump a little.
“I- I’m visiting some old friends.”
“Is this your first visit to the United States?”
“Yes.”
“Where will you be staying?”
“I have a hotel booked near my friend’s house.”
“Who will you be visiting?”

Jesus Christ, she was starting to feel like a criminal. She’d binged enough crime dramas late at night to know that this was basically an interrogation. Sure, she wasn’t in a cold room with a two way mirror, but the way the guard was staring at her was exactly the same way the lead detective always stared at the perp.

“Demetria Tempala.”
“How long are you planning on staying?”
“A month.” In reality she didn’t know, but her co-workers had warned her that saying that would probably result in her being kicked out of the country. That was the amount of time she’d put on her documentation. If it didn’t take quite that long, she could do some traveling. If it was going to take longer... they’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

“How much money are you bringing?” What the hell did that have to do with anything?
“Five hundred dollars.” The border guard nodded slightly, stamped her passport, and gave her documents back to her silently.

“Thank you,” she said, shoving them back into her bag and making her way to baggage claim. Traveling on Earth made her heart sink. On Aurum, she could have travelled so easily, instantaneously. How she missed it. Her bags reclaimed, she stopped briefly to double check the address. She’d taken off her jacket while on the flight and hadn’t put it back on yet. She went to pick it up... and immediately dropped it. It had become a cloak, black and gold, with her district emblem on it. She picked it back up, and the minute her hand touched it, it shifted back to her usual jacket. It had never turned that easily. Perhaps it was just because she was so homesick. That was all, she told herself, as she pulled on the jacket and stepped outside. That was all.





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EILIAN AMINUS
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This was their first time playing in the US, and they were determined to make an impact. Their manager had been working with them to try and build up some publicity. And this was their biggest move. Eilian hadn’t been able to get the golden comet out of his mind, but right now, he needed to be present. An “impromptu” performance in the middle of Washington had gathered quite a lot of attention from those on their way to work. The music made Eilian feel free, the violin feeling like an extension of his body. He never could have pictured something like this for himself back on Aurum. Being a central part of something, something which wasn’t really seen as a part of his district.

But he couldn’t hide from it for ever. He would have ignored it, if it wasn’t for the name engraved on the comet that had struck earth. Demetria Tempala. The closest thing he’d had to a sister. He didn’t want to go home, but he did want to see her. So packing his violin into the case, he got in a taxi and made his way to the address he’d jotted down. He was looking forward to seeing Demi again. But he was lying if he said it wasn’t a little worrying. He didn’t want to go home. He knew that the others would. He knew that they’d all be striving to go home, and he’d have to say no, that he didn’t intend on joining them.

This was the reason he’d brought his violin with him. Well, that and he felt if he’d gone back to the hotel, he wouldn’t have been able to come back. Even in the back of the taxi, he found himself idly plucking the strings of it, the case never staying closed for longer than five minutes. It was who he had become, and he needed a visual symbol of that.

He climbed out of the car and had to do a double take, making sure he’d taken down the right address. This was... impressive. Demi was clearly doing quite well for herself. Eilian has been proud of his small, two bedroom apartment back in Brighton. But it was the right address, so he took a deep breath and knocked the door.

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Astoria Caelus Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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Her taxi driver was chatty, and that oddly put Astoria at ease. He commented on her accent, and she laughed it off, saying she had originally grew up in a rural part of Germany with that unusual accent. He told her about his travels around Europe and how much he'd loved and missed the food. "Is the food that different here?" She asked, and he laughed. That didn't make her feel at ease, but she chose to ignore it. He agreed to wait for her without charge as she checked in and left her bags in her room.

He dropped her off outside the gates. "Big crowd. You having a party?" He asked. "Not as such," she said. She paid him, and took a long look up towards the house. Someone appeared to be checking their insignias on the door, probably to be expected. Almost the whole way up to the door, there seemed to be a number of emotional reunions. She scanned the faces. A few she recognised... but nobody from her own district.

Her feet came to a stop of their own accord as that realisation sank in. Had... had anybody from her district gotten out? Was anybody left? Was she alone? No. No, she couldn't afford to think like that. She took a deep breath and made her way up the drive, pulling her jacket off in anticipation of having her emblem checked. It was close enough to procedure at home to make her feel a little more comfortable.

That comfort vanished as she saw the face standing beside the dark haired woman checking their emblems. It felt like she was dragged back in time to that escape vessel. The echo of her own scream ringing in her ears, the blood running onto the ground, and that empty, empty look in his face.

"You." She swore, managing to make the word sound like a threat, an accusation. "How dare you- what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She asked, looking straight past the woman and up into the man's face.


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EILIAN AMINUS
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He jumped a little as another person appeared beside him, knocking on the door for a second time. It brought him out of his head, and it made him realise that he was about to see Demi again. A smile settled onto his face, even as his heart started to pound. It wasn't Demi that opened the door. It was a dark-haired woman that he vaguely recognised but couldn't quite place, her eyes scanning him for a moment. Then she asked him for ID. It meant something different here, but he lifted his shirt to show her the symbol on his hip. She stepped aside, and Eilian stepped into the hall.

Demi was there waiting for him. Tears streamed down her face as she recognised him, and it brought tears to his own eyes. She pulled him into a tight hug, and he wrapped his arms around her, the tears spilling over his cheeks. He didn't miss many things about home, but probably the only thing he had missed was right here, right now. The closest thing he had to a sister.

"Of course I'm alive, I wasn't going to go down without a fight," he laughed. "But look at you!" He said, stepping back to take a look at her. "Look at this house!" He laughed, looking around. "You really fell on your feet, didn't you?" He remarked, stepping back in for another hug. "It's so good to see you," he said. "I thought I was hallucinating when I saw your name on that comet, I was on hour twenty seven of no sleep," he joked. Well, partially joking. He had been on hour twenty seven of no sleep thanks to business meetings and a video shoot, and he'd thought it had all been some strange, weird dream. But then that's all people had been talking about once he had slept for about twelve hours, and he realised it was real. Demi was still alive. Now that he saw her, pride started to well in his heart. He'd only really gotten back on his feet and yet look how well she was, look how successful she seemed to be.

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Cassius had been checking ID’s by the door and had just been getting back into his groove when suddenly and unexpectedly someone was right up in his face "How dare you- what the hell do you think you're doing here?" The first question was broad for most people, but broader for Cassius. However the second question was one he felt somewhat more qualified to answer: “I’m checking ID’s?” He said, giving her a questioning look as if what he was doing was obvious. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

Astoria started at him for a moment. Of course. Her hair was longer then, and she was younger. But she couldn’t get his face out of her head, hearing the shot ringing and echoing through her head, her own screams ringing in her ears. She didn’t have the luxury of forgetting him. “The escape craft. You murdered an innocent man, ring any bells?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

”Oh yeah, that guy, I mean he was going to take off with the ship only half full and leave a bunch of people to die, not exactly a pillar of society” Cassius shrugged. Still, not exactly an easy moment to forget. He’d just finished bringing back another load of people and when he’d gotten back. The fighting had been getting steadily closer all day and it was starting to be clearly audible from the ship now. As he ushered the group through the door he could hear shouting in the ship. As he made his way up to the cockpit they became louder and more panicky. “Are you kidding me?! We can’t wait anymore! The rebels are going to be in range soon and if they have any AA we’re toast out here!”

“Please, you can’t leave just yet, there are still people out there!” Pleaded one of the survivors

“Hey, We’re not leaving till this ship is full, I don’t give a fuck how close they get, we’ll deal with it”

“No way, we’re leaving!” The pilot yelled as he began to hit buttons to ready the ship for takeoff in a panicked hurry. Cassius lurched as the ship shuddered and began to take off, before he managed to stabilize himself and drew his weapon and without hesitation fired a shot straight into the back of the pilots head. The shot echoed and seemed to hang in the air for a second before time snapped back as Cassius moved forward to abort the launch sequence. That was when the screaming started. For now that was going to be someone else’s problem however. He turned back to head down the corridor, trying to wipe the blood off his hands, when he almost bumped into someone going the other way. “Hey, I gotta go get more people to safety, if you’re a pilot can you take over here? If you’re not I need you to find me a new pilot. Don’t leave till we get this ship full. Thanks” Cassius said, clapping Astoria on the shoulder with a bloody hand as he left to go back into the fray.

Back in present day Cassius shook himself out of his recollection he nodded at Astoria again “Thanks for your help back then. It's good to see you again” he said smiling, and having checked her ID now, he waved her through.

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Astoria practically choked at his reaction. He took the opportunity to scan the emblem on the inside of her elbow and wave her through, acting as if it was nothing. “How- how are you okay with that? Jesus Christ, how messed up did the war leave you? He was an innocent man! He was just doing his job! And you straight up murdered him!”

She’d thought one of the rebels had somehow gotten inside the craft when she’d heard the gunshot. She’d just been outside the door when it had happened, the gunshot making her afraid for her own life. So when one of them... one of their own, somebody who was supposed to be on their side, emerged with literal blood on his hands, she’d stood for far too long, staring at the scene. The man had been dead. He’d been killed instantly. She'd found them a pilot, one of the very few reserve pilots that hadn't fled from the fighting or been killed. They'd left, and they'd been relatively safe. But that didn't mean that the blood and the look on the dead man's face hadn't haunted her for months after.

“You’re as bad as the rebels. I hope you realize that. And I hope you’re tried as one of them,” she swore. She could feel the anger building in her veins, in her bones, so she made herself turn away and enter the house, searching for a familiar face. Plenty of familiar faces, people she recognised from home. A few she didn't. But one thing stood out to her. There wasn't a single soul from her district there. Just her. Did the teleportation district even still stand? Was she the only one left? All around her were heartfelt reunions, and she didn't know what to feel. Because this was the closest she'd been to home in years. No. She had to keep her chin up. If nobody was here, there had to be someone waiting for her at home. There had to be.


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EILIAN AMINUS
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He hadn't even realised how much he'd missed Demi. He'd found himself wondering, wondering if she'd made it out, worrying about how she was doing. His world had become such a whirlwind in the past year or so that he'd hardly had time to think, and Aurum had been the last thing on his mind. But he'd never stopped wondering about Demi. And knowing now that she was doing so well... it was impossible not to be extraordinarily happy.

He laughed as she asked if he was looking after himself. "Well..." he started, a little uncertainly, before laughing. "I'm doing fine. More than fine, actually. I, uh... I joined a band," he admitted. "And we're doing pretty okay. Shows all over the UK, Europe, that kind of thing. Got a few shows coming up in the area," he said, making it sound as if it was no big thing. But then he broke into a grin. "It's amazing, Demi. There's no feeling like it, it's incredible. You should come to one of the shows!" He gushed. He was aware of more and more people arriving, aware that he was hogging Demi's attention, and completely aware that he didn't care. This meant more to him than he could put into words. The flights out here had been expensive, and he was kinda banking on Demi letting him stay because the flights had drained his bank account and a hotel had been a little out of his price range. But he'd do it all again, just to see her.

He knew in the back of his head that this golden comet had to be a message, one way or another. And the thought of going home... well, it wasn't one that was entirely welcome. But seeing everyone here was just so incredible. This was the only thing he'd missed about home, and he fully intended on enjoying it.