ASTORIA CAELUS
lost girls find their way.


BASICS



{Full Name}
Astoria Rosa Caelus

{Nicknames}
Asti, Ria

{Age}
24 / 240


{Sexuality and Romantic Interest}
Pansexual / TBC


{District}
Teleportation


{Location}
Cologne, Germany


ABILITIES




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.

Earth
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.
Earth
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.

APPEARANCE





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.



PERSONALITY





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.


HISTORY





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.

OOC INFO


{Writer}
iCat
{Face Claim}
Kristen Stewart
{Dialogue Color}
#0e2f44