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The Insidious Night

Their gathering was something right out of legend. Elves, dwarves and humans joining together to fight some unknown evil. The people who enjoyed these kind of stories were often no adventures or heroes. Foolish young girls dreaming of knights in shining armor, sons of farmers aspiring to be knights. Celine knew reality was all but a different matter. Those stories made the world seem like it was all black and white, the reality was gray.

The young man sitting at the table with Thaddeus, he could be a farmers son. Hopefully he hadn't been raised with these heroic tales. The real word was cruel and she hoped for his sake that he had learned that already. She was still young herself but she knew that life wasn't a fairytale, not anymore.

With a last sip apple cider she washed away the strange taste of her spiced soup. She remained seated for a little while longer studying each of their faces. Even when one of them seemed to stare back at her, Celine was not deterred and kept looking. She recognized the delicate but sharp features of elves, the stature of dwarves and the fact that their presence seemed to overwhelm the young man next to Thaddeus.

When the hooded figure she had been watching put a dagger to a man's throat, Celine didn't even raise a brow, nor did her heart started to beat faster. She was very aware of the possibility that she was going to travel with this party but couldn't bring herself to care about the possible threat the hooded figure would pose. At the sound of her hissed warning, she found it was a woman. Well isn't she just scary? Celine thought mockingly.

After things quieted down at the table she saw it as an opportunity to join without too much commotion. She undid her cloak and hung it on the back of the chair seated next to the Watchful Man. The peasant dress she wore was old, the colors faded. The white having faded to ivory and a tan leather bodice meant to preserve some resemblance of an hourglass shape.

She seated herself, speaking in a calm even voice. "Quite the mix up we have here"
"I am Celine, the Godswife of the villages to the West"
This much she allowed them to know. She was actually quite curious to see what her title would stir up.

Along The Darkest Road

Oh amazing set up we've got going ^.^ I can't wait to get Floure involved. I'll be posting first thing tomorrow morning!

Young Justice: Covert Ops

I'll post tomorrow morning :)

Young Justice: Covert Ops

I'm still here too, sorry I haven't been as active in the OOC. :) Well maybe we could put some fire into this and start up a mission soon?

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Posted too. I think I could have done better, but my inspiration flowls slowly. I'll get used to the character eventually and my portrayel will be more as I like to see it.

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Celine entered the town on a black steed, one deemed too wild and uncontrollable for a woman, yet it trotting through the gates with an almost eerie obedience. The sky was crying and she wore a hood to shield herself from its tears. The town of Merryspring was not much different than any of the other farming communities, there was nothing there that would hold the interest of a traveler. Except maybe their inn, the Galvanizing Spirit. There was much trade to be found in an inn such as that. Often unsavory deals were being made, and shady characters sold their whispered secrets. She was no stranger to this way of business. In times of peace, the wounded and sick were few and far between. As contradicting as it might appear, she made a living of off them.

After leaving her horse at the stables she made her way to the inn. They had agreed to meet here, The Watchful Man along with the others. She pushed one of the doors open and went inside. It was warm and dry and it smelled of drink. The young woman lowered her hood and let her gaze wander around the inn, before deciding to sit at the bar. She had already recognized Thaddeus and he was speaking to a young man to whom she didn't pay much attention. She was in no rush to speak to him. Instead she turned to the man behind the bar offering him her most pleasant smile. When she actually bothered to wipe the jaded look from her face, a charming smile had quite the effect. Well on most men it did.

"I'd like a small meal for one and a glass of pure apple cider" She had never taken a liking to drink and had no desire to start now. After a couple of minutes her meal was handed to her. It was a spiced soup though lacked any hints of true spices. Enjoying, or well enjoying might not be the right word a few spoonfuls of her soup her pale eyes found a hooded figure. From the stature she guessed it was a woman but it could easily be a teen boy. She must have entered at roughly the same time though Celine hadn't noticed her standing there until just now. She would keep an eye on her. Many shady people came to her croft and she could pick them out of a crowd like a piece of gold among silver.

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You guys are crazy I meant that in a good way ^.^

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Ellri said
you'll probably have to dig it out of her, though. She's not going to say out loud that she's been raped countless times.

No I don't think that's a neat topic of conversation. Anyways it's nice to see there are a couple of strong female characters too. I'm really excited for this ^.^

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Very happy to be accepted I don't know why but I think Celine will be sympathetic towards Ellri's character. Probably because she's been through a lot. Girl power!

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Celine

Name: Celine.
Gender: Female.
Age: She appears to be in her early twenties.
Race: Woman of the Fields.

Appearance: A woman of otherworldly beauty which incomprehensibly draws you in. Snowy skin which has never felt the touch of cold steel. Her raven hair is kept long to flow down her shoulders, reaching to her back. An enigmatic look is often present on her face, pale eyes cold and unreadable. While her stature might not be very impressive, standing at a modest height some would consider small. She makes up for her lack of physical prowess with a sharp tongue.

History: Born in a small unnamed village somewhere in the country the town was better known for whom it housed. There lived a Godswife with her granddaughter. Celine's parents young and foolish were not ready for the responsibility of a young babe. A sad turn of events, but very common. The girl was raised by her grandmother. Though her life was anything but dull. Her grandmother was a Godswife. Many people came to visit her, they asked questions none but she could answer, she found a cure where there was none and offered protection against evil. Through these people Celine learned much about the world. Aside from her responsibilities as a caretaker the old woman saw to it that her craft was passed on to the next generation, to ensure its survival.

As the years went by it was Celine whom the people came to visit, her grandmother keeping a watchful eye as her mentor and guide. The old woman had been of considerate age at Celine's birth and recognized her time on this earth was coming to an end but she wanted to ensure her granddaughter was well cared for. Celine now a young woman had caught the eye of a wealthy blacksmith. Her grandmother saw to it that they were married as her last act. The Gods were kind and her marriage was a happy one, though it did not last. A tragic tale which inspired pity in few and fear in many. The reason for her meeting with the Watchful man is unclear and so are her motives for embarking upon this journey.

Personality: Intelligent but also cold and detached. Rather emotionless she seldom even smiles. Strong and independent, she doesn't like help from others and does things on her own. This can make her appear distant and untrusting.

Skills: Celine is a Godswife and the common folk come to her for healing. A Godswife is a wise woman and a practitioner of a primitive folk magic. The people seek her out when life provides them with a challenge that can't be solved by mundane means. She can tell from experience which plants have healing properties and which are deadly. She is skilled in producing both healing smokes and ointments as well as deadly poisons to lace weapons. She creates amulets and fetishes from natural materials to either protect or harm and appeases to the spirits of nature, the sun and the moon for favors.

The Godswives hold a questionable reputation, both respected and feared. It's hard to tell if this magic really works but when one believes it does you're already halfway there. It carries a bad reputation and this is usually more effective than the real practice, which gave rise to many charlatans. The people believe a practitioner of magic is the same as a brewer of poisons. Witches and Sorcerers are able to brew potions, speak to birds and rats, and bend promises into curses. Magic is all in names and words, agreements and sacrifice. It is not a proper thing to do.

Possessions: A dagger, several pouches of healing salves, ointments and powdered incense, a simple peasant dress along with a hooded cloak, a coin purse and an amulet spun from her own hair which is hidden from view.

Miscellaneous: None