[hider=Wolf of Ember-grove Street] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vvDULCV.png[/img] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ]Theme[/url][/center] [h3]》B a s i c s[/h3] [indent] [color=c39eba]Full name:[/color] Celestina Laplace [color=c39eba]Age:[/color] Looks to be in her mid twenties. [color=c39eba]Gender:[/color] Female [/indent] [h3]》A p p e a r a n c e[/h3] [hider=Celestina][img]https://i.imgur.com/Oy0fiDx.jpg[/img][/hider] [indent] [color=c39eba]Height:[/color] 5’3” [color=c39eba]Weight:[/color] 100 lbs [color=c39eba]Hair Color:[/color] Dirty Blonde [color=c39eba]Hair Length:[/color] Long [color=c39eba]Skin Color:[/color] White [color=c39eba]Eye Color:[/color] Blue [color=c39eba]Detail your werewolf form:[/color] Despite being a werewolf, Celestina doesn't actually turn into one all that often. I wonder what she'd look like if she did...[sup][1][/sup] [indent][sup][1]. She may not ever. If a time ever comes where she transforms, I'll add a description and likely include it in that post as well.[/sup][/indent] [/indent] [hr] [h3]》R e l a t i o n s h i p s[/h3] [indent] [color=c39eba]Sexuality:[/color] Bisexual [color=c39eba]Relationship Status:[/color] Probably open [color=c39eba]Any pre-determined friends?:[/color] Sorrel Jager. They met in a bar. [color=c39eba]How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?:[/color] 10 [color=c39eba]How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?:[/color] 10 [/indent] 》I n t e r e s t s [indent] [color=c39eba]Likes:[/color] [indent] ✡Gossip ✡Sleeping ✡Old radio shows [/indent] [color=c39eba]Dislikes:[/color] [indent] ✡Discussing her age ✡Stoicism ✡Loud noises [/indent] [color=c39eba]Hobbies:[/color] [indent] ✡Frequenting bars ✡Listening to radio ✡Listening to stories [/indent] [color=c39eba]Skills:[/color] [indent] ✡Observant ✡Genius ✡Charismatic? [/indent] [/indent] [hr] [h3]》P e r s o n a l i t y[/h3] [hider=Personality] [indent]To her credit, Celestina is generally harmless. Between an endless tirade of wordplay and puns, hollow threats and promises, and an aptitude for inflicting irritation seen once every hundred years, it’s important to remember that she probably hasn’t hurt anyone in Ember Grove. As well, most veteran’s of ember grove would agree that they’ve never even seen her use her supernatural abilities.[/indent] [indent]More dangerous than any other aspect of Celestina’s person, perhaps, is her acquaintance with the werewolf Sorrel. When quarreling with any wolf of Vollmund Kinder, Sorrel Jager is certainly a far greater concern than Celestina; though, when considering how those quarrels may begin, Celestina could be the more likely culprit.[/indent] [indent]Though it might just be easier to call her simpleminded, Celestina is just far too clever to dismiss. If she was on the internet, one may describe her personality as the culmination of a troll -- but her antics occur in real life, and calling her a troll might actually make her dangerous. It’s really like she’s trying to upset any victims having the poor fortune to engage her in a conversation.[/indent] [indent]For starters, Celestina's propensity for speaking in puns is nothing short of disgusting in it’s own right; yet she often uses them to make light of serious matters. If one were to take a histogram of all the phrases that left her mouth, it is quite likely that they would find a majority had been in contribution to some play on words.[/indent] [indent]Even then, if her comedian-esque demeanor fails to perturb, she is equally capable of saying outright dangerous things in their place. Of course, she wouldn’t go so far as to break the law, but Celestina wouldn’t bat an eye at claiming to have murdered someone all in the name of getting a reaction. And if the dangerous didn’t work, she has no aversion to more conventional ways of causing fluster.[/indent] [indent]One would expect, with all this together, wouldn’t Celestina have garnered her share of infamy? Wrong. Celestina is genuinely well regarded by her peers, especially those who are involved with the supernatural. Witches, vampires, and her kinsfolk flock to herself, in spite of Celestina never actually performing supernatural feats. Especially in spite of her utterly human conduct, Celestina has even come under hunter scrutiny resulting solely from her connections.[/indent] [indent]This all begs the question, [i]why?[/i][/indent] [indent][i]Who k[url=https://i.imgur.com/Mcfltsl.png]ṉ̷̀o̸̼͝w̴̜̚[/url]s.[/i][/indent] [/hider] [h3]》An Old Memory[/h3] [hider=An Old Memory] [indent]Through a window on one side of the room billowed the last sunshine of the afternoon, illuminating the pasty mint colored room and the stainless white within. In the corner, propped elegantly on a stainless steel stool, was an analog radio humming lightly with static. Voices would occasionally burst forth, muddled with electric interference and describing the news of the day. Directly opposite the window was a painted blue door, and directly next to that was a cheap leather chair. In the middle of the room was a sickeningly white bed, highlighted with the gray of it’s metal frame jutting like extrusions. A second chair, much similar in appearance to the first, was fit snugly between the wall and what appeared to be a nightstand.[/indent] [indent]In that chair by the night stand was a young woman no older than her teens topped with a mop of dirty blonde hair, and in the sickeningly white bed was a grizzly old man. Despite his bedridden state, the man was rather animated; he prattled on with the woman, and she listened with a smile.[/indent] [indent][b]“...And y’know what she said to me, that lass? She told me, ‘five more minutes’. After I had already given her an hour…”[/b][/indent] [indent]Though his voice was strained, for some hours he spoke, sharing countless stories, and not once did her smile leave her face. But with the darkening of the sky, the man became more subdued. Eventually his words began to slur, and seemingly unbeknownst to himself, he had slipped asleep. Afterwards, the woman left.[/indent] [indent]This was a daily ritual. The woman would arrive in the afternoon, when dusk crept into the sky, and take her seat by the nightstand. The man would stir as she entered, and once he awoke, gleefully engaged in a tirade of tales. They were both happy with this arrangement.[/indent] [indent][b]“...And I just knew it. I knew for a fact that something was on her mind. When she finally told me everything, I just couldn’t believe it…”[/b][/indent] [indent]As the days went by, the man’s stories grew less coherent. But through it all, there was a topic that always came up: his daughter. Day in, day out, no matter how senselessly words left his mouth, he continued to gleefully sing his daughter’s praises. And no matter how incoherent he became, the woman listened with a smile.[/indent] [indent][b]“...She came home late again. Of course I had to confront her, what else was I to do? A young lady of her age, out and about past her curfew… It was dangerous! And there she was again, with the same childish excuses. Y’know, werewolf did this, vampire did that, witch cast a spell and she just escaped with her life. Silly things like that. And I knew she was taking me for a fool, but when I saw how excitedly she described these…”[/b][/indent] [indent]…[/indent] [indent][b]“...And of course, when she came home all bruised and battered, it was like... I had already loaded my remington before her second step through the door. In that moment, whoa, it was like hell had just opened up my front door, and I was ready to pay it forward. But then she just smiled, and once again spun me some tale…”[/b][/indent] [indent]…[/indent] [indent]It was one fateful evening, after he had finished detailing one of his beloved daughters' exploits, that he stopped talking for but a moment. He turned to the woman, with a lucidity believed to have been lost several weeks prior, and for the first time asked her a question.[/indent] [indent][b]“Hey. Am I crazy to think she was telling the truth… she was telling… was…”[/b][/indent] [indent]But before the woman could even respond, the grizzly man found himself mulling over his words.[/indent] [indent][b]“...was… Hey. Did… is… she… Something... bad happened?”[/b][/indent] [indent]The woman stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, it was the first break from acting as the audience. This action almost seemed to answer the man, and he stirred from his bedplace.[/indent] [indent][b]“...I…”[/b][/indent] [indent]The man began to grow restless, and struggled to prop himself up. For the first time, he seemed to notice a set of IV’s and other strange metallic devices around him. Anxiety seeped onto his face, and his breathing became ragged.[/indent] [indent][b]“I… When did it… She was… I need to go...”[/b][/indent] [indent]At the front of the room, the woman’s face could no longer be seen.[/indent] [indent][b]“I need to… She… She was… I… I need to help…”[/b][/indent] [indent]...[/indent] [indent][b]“You need to… She… needs my help... She needs my help. She… You… You! What did you… what did...”[/b][/indent] [indent]And then he grew quiet, the newfound silence soon pierced as a sound blared from an entangled device. Before long, the pasty mint room was filled with white clad figures, crowding him with urgency. Somewhere, in the background of this soundscape, a radio buzzed as the newscasters discussed rising tensions with the USSR.[/indent] [indent]Amidst the chaos, the woman stole one last peek at the limp form on the bed. Even now, watching as the man lay peacefully among the sickeningly white figures surrounding, her smile failed to leave her face. Finally, waiting until the room settled, this woman stepped away from the foot of the bed.[/indent] [indent]...[/indent] [indent][b][color=c39eba]“...I guess I really am the worst, huh.”[/color][/b][/indent] [indent]This was the last of their meetings.[/indent] [/hider] [hr] [h3]》P a c k[/h3] [indent]Vollmund Kinder. Sorrel Jager is the Alpha.[/indent] [h3]》P u r e b l o o d?[/h3] [indent]Pureblood.[/indent] [/hider]