Celeste
Blossomfall
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- 5 years, 3 months ago
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- Blossomfall
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Serious • Straightforward • Honest • Driven • Spiritual
They took her people. From her village. In front of her eyes.
So it shouldn't be surprising that Celeste so impulsively ran towards Shooter territory, after they had taken her best friend and almost seemed to pluck their gem straight from a body as frigid as ice. Not after the years she spent dealing with the rumours she'd heard from the other Dashers who claimed to be more spiritual than she ever was.
"The Spiritchasers," they'd whisper, all their different sets of four eyes on her so intently they'd almost swallow her whole. "They're not the same as the rest of us. We all know Vega got captured by the Shooters, but I heard something worse. That she sired a child with one of those monsters. Can you imagine that?" Almost always, the conversation would end the same: a scoff, scorn, and a single word: disgusting. So you see, this was more than just someone being taken: it was proving that she would never be one of them, that she was every inch a Dasher as the rest of them.
When Celeste finally got her hands on Shooter neck, jumping an hunter who had strayed too far from his squad, she couldn't have felt more righteous, as he begged for her mercy. They were going to get what was coming to them, all of them-- But this one was different. He recited a prayer from Hylcinth. He spoke fluent draconic. In fact, he said he didn't align himself with the rest of the Starshooters after all, despite his clear arrogance only moments earlier. She had narrowed her eyes, but she could see no reason for him to lie. If his knowledge of Hylcinth prayers got out in the open, it would almost be akin to a death sentence.
She had tilted her head, watching his fearful eyes. Anxiety washed over her in waves. Why did everything feel numb? No, he was useful. That had to be it.
"Fine," she had said, loosening her grip on his neck. "You live." A tense moment of hesitation caught at their throats.
"But you will help me find who killed them. And we will rip them, limb from limb."
Likes
- the occult
- nature
- the night
- candlemaking
Dislikes
- starshooters
- gossip
- fighting
- feeling shunned
Summary
Celeste has always lived with her people in her village, located near the edge of the forest. Operating the same as any other Dasher settlement, the only matter of difference her village had to boast was a slightly-more-ready-than-average willingness to fight in confrontations due to their location, and a unique affinity for navigating and hunting in the thick blanket of the night.
Inside the village, Celeste's parentage, however, has always cast a matter of consistent doubt over her character. Her father was an unknown Starshooter - not exactly a thing kept secret considering her mother had no mate when she was captured, and just happened to sire her a short period after her return - mysterious enough in itself considering she returned out of the blue with no aid from any of her kin. As difficult as it was, she fought tooth and nail to prove herself, drifting from her mother in the process - who she saw as partially to blame for forgetting about the value of her kinsmen. She learned how to fight with an ebony bow and arrow, learned how to read the stars on her own, and even began to dabble in the occult her grandparents, her great-grandparents, and her ancestors before them were said to have had a unique affinity for. Unfortunately, however, not even all the training in the world could have prepared her for what came next. Her village, being susceptible as it was at the edge of the forest, came under attack by a squadron of Starshooter hunters. Though they managed to fend them off, this came at a terrible loss of two of her kinsmen: one being Celeste's best friend, if not the only true friend she had among her kinsmen. Try as they might to have contained it, Celeste was swallowed by a grief that quickly turned into rage, swearing to avenge her friend. The prophets of her village urged her to reconsider, but she ran to seek her revenge anyway.
So when Celeste caught one of the Starshooters and made him help her, it couldn't have been more convenient. Infiltrate, and then take from them what they took from her. After all, nobody from their arrogant race would suspect a Dasher posing as the slave of one of their treasured Hunters.
Design
• Here's a traits list for Stardashers, if it comes in handy!
Trivia
• Celeste is very in tune with her gods, and pays tribute to them as regularly as she can. She tends to hold Helgin in a slightly higher regard than the other deities, but this is mainly due to the nature of her village and the belief it is Helgin that showed them the use of their gifts in the night in order to better protect their land.
• Has trouble letting go of her anger in difficult experiences, such as the case of her best friend being killed in front of her eyes. This has led her to essentially vouch for "an eye for an eye" agenda.
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Clarence
The Starshooter Celeste caught and who agreed to help her, Celeste remains wary of his kind. Still, she can't deny the famous author has made himself useful - a fine purveyor of information in the Starshooter capital. Posing as his slave, together they try to find just who attacked her village - and sometimes wind up investigating unrelated crimes to get to it. He's grown on her, but she doesn't want to say it. After all, aren't the presence of the Shooters what she's been trying to be fighting against for her whole life? Unknownst to the both of them, Clarence's father is the same one who sired Celeste's mother, making them half-siblings.
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