Appearance
Celia is dangerously thin thanks to growing up in constant stress. Her body is slim and lanky and at certain points blue veins can be seen poking through the pale skin as well as several stretch marks around her armpits and thighs. Her hair is black while her eyes are a pale blue. Her angular and sunken face is often found smiling cheekily with thin lips. Most times, people assume her either dead or dying if she stays standing for too long.
Personality
Celia is an upbeat person, even in the darkest hour. Her tendencies that push others away are the traits she likes best about herself; they are her core providers of hope in the gloomy continuous world that exists. Bubbly and open to new experiences, Celia has little time for fear and doubt. The world is her oyster and she will take it all in without a single regret.
History
Celia was born to a sick mother that suffered from her illness for years. The lack of supervision led to several unfortunate consequences. The first of which was her new found joy of talking to herself. Around the age of five, Celia thought she lacked the proper skills of a wordsmith and needed practice. Her mother, too weak to instruct, allowed the odd and length conversations Celia had with herself to continue, often falling asleep during the tangents. The young girl thought this to be a common thing among people and felt rather inclined to continue to voice every thought or opinion she had, even if they were conflicting. As she grew older, this trait made her distant from others in the world whom thought she was crazy. Her reply to such a comments? "Crazy good at talking," She would say.
The second consequence was when she found a particular recipe book around the age of nine. She could read, thanks to a neighbour that often came to help with her mother when she was growing in age. The stranger felt the self-conversations Celia had were a product of sickness given by the mother and thus, never felt to correct them. Instead they taught her to write down all the things she thought about, hoping it would help with the apparent mental frustrations she was displaying. It, instead, allowed for her to read an old and damaged book called "Peter's Potions of Po". Young Celia assumed it was a beverage recipe book like her neighbour used and fell madly in love with it. The full title, still unknown to Celia, is "Peter's Potions of Poison". A fact she should have known before she began mixing and regrettably drinking the potions. Thankfully, Peter's recipes required magic to make potent which meant tiny Celia could only muster up weak brews that tickled at her throat and flipped her stomach. While not a splendid feeling, tinkering of these potions allowed Celia to make all sorts of blends that gave her abilities such as spit fire, acid breath and even flight. While their effects have all been temporary, Celia has gained one true ability over the years: full resistance to poison. Her magic, with age and use, has increased to become something notable if only in her brewing skills. By fate's will alone, she has never given any of her 'ales' away.
At the age of twenty-five, her mother finally passed on and Celia, having no other purpose at her home, had passed on as well to new dreams. She will find her purpose in this world and if not, she will at least make a friend.