Celestine Chere
Nov 13, 2013 21:52:46 GMT -6
Post by Celestine on Nov 13, 2013 21:52:46 GMT -6
Name: Celestine Chere (s-uh-l-ehst-En)
Class: Pegasus Knight
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Maroon
Age: 27
Appearance: Celestine is a taller, willowy woman with a slender profile and sunkissed mocha toned skin. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders. It's straight and easily managed, the bangs framing both sides of her face and commonly pushed back behind her ears or secured by a black ribbon in battle. The strands are shimmering silver compared to the dull gray that would signal that it's time where she gets a bit too old for this muck. Her face has sharp features, thin lips that are usually pulled into a knowing smile and deep purple eyes that edge closer to maroon that are all the more evident due to her skin color. Despite being on the relatively young side, she's starting to show off some worry lines, now beginning to look much more like a 'graceful lady' than a youthful young warrior in body and step much to her chagrin.
Her steed, Chippewa, is not a particularly stunning example of Pegasus breeding. Or, as some would say, anything special. Yet Celestine loves the mare more than life it's self, even if it's really just 'another' white winged horse. Which all things considered, is outstanding in of it's self.
Clothes: Being a Pegasus knight, Celestine is almost always donned in the armor one would expect of death upon wings. The armor a pearlescent shimmering silver with golden trim. The silver cuirass engraved and decorated with symbols and icons of her wing. The armor extends up towards her neck which ends in a tapered bevor that she can tuck her chin into when swooping into combat. Her helmet, which normally hangs at her side when she's not actively fighting (Naturally, it obstructs her view when she observes the field from above) is open faced and styled similarly to a dragoon's helmet. It has distinctive cheek protection that edges down and styled to look like swept back wings. The helmet ends in an extended beak like point before her face. Each shoulder is protected by a silver pauldron, nothing too large but adequate protection none the less.
She wears a scarlet ensemble under her silver armor, the clothes made up of a long sleeve tunic and a skirt with golden accents that cover her hips. Each hand is protected by a gauntlet made of the same silver of the rest of her armor, as are both armored boots she wears. It seems she's a masochist for biting wind or greatly values maneuverability and speed what with the fact her legs are bare from thighs to the end of her knees where her greaves begin. Similarly, her belly is lightly protected as well, covered only by her tunic which at least seems to have been woven thickly.
Born in: Edessa, Ilia.
Story: Celestine was born to a moderately successful merchant in the city of Edessa amongst the endless snows and harsh wind like razors. Her mother was an elegant brown skinned woman from some nation to the south, a place she rarely talked of and never named. She never knew her father, her mother called him a picturesque example of an Iliaian mercenary and brute, but one with the most warm of hearts that could slay even the iciest maiden. He had found her mother during one of his many campaigns. It seemed to be a story of love upon first sight, one of those insufferable fairy tales told to children before they go to bed. A delicate flower of the desert and a rough, rugged mountain man falling for one another among the chaos and evil of war, destined to end in happily ever after had her father not vanished on a contract while Celestine was still in the womb.
Growing up without a father wasn't particularly hard for Celestine as it was the only life she ever knew. She stuck to her studies, helped her mother around the shop, got into school yard scraps and even chased a bit of tail into her teens. The closest thing to a burden she had to endure, other than a seething hatred of the cold that rivaled the unbridled fury of a thousand suns was her skin color. Children are cruel, and adults like to act like they know better, but being different was always something people liked to hold over her head. She always strove to make herself something more than the girl who looked different and not let it control her life, even if it was the factor that seemed to matter most on first glance.
But as she became older, Celestine also became much more conscious of her position, and the question lingering in her mind regarding if she was accomplishing what she truly wanted in her life began to ring louder and louder. Her life had become a malaise by the age of sixteen, the life of a merchant was awful to her, the endless stocking and stacking and the fake smiles she would use to greet costumers grated at her very soul. She lacked drive, she lacked motivation, and most of all she lacked a purpose and that very fact gnawed at her psyche. She was bored, she was desperate, she needed something to guide her, give her something to make her mother proud, make her the woman she wanted to be. And it wasn't till one faithful trip to Castle Edessa to collect payment for potions did she know that the life she truly wanted was astride a pegasus.
It was there she first saw a pegasus knight, beyond the little specks of white that would glide on the currents above the city, but a magnificent woman placed atop her glorious steed. Her armor seemed to sparkle in every bit of light, her long brown hair shimmering and straight, cascading down the back of her helmet as she towered over the young woman before her. To Celestine, it was as if she had met a goddess, an image of everything pure and right and beautiful in the world and from that moment on (even if the Knight strode right by Celestine without so much of an acknowledgment she existed) that she promised to herself to become a knight.
She immediately dove into the lore of the Knights, their victories, their creed and oath and style of fighting. From Sheeda to Katua, she indulged herself in their heroic tails and yearned to join their storied ranks. Which, given that she was far from warrior material, was much easier said than done. It was several long years of trial, toil and pain. More than a few times she was forced to tears by frustration before she finally brought herself before the Knights to apply for their ranks at the age of twenty. A changed woman from the scrawny girl drifting in the wind she had been only a few short years before, and it was at that very age, that she was inducted into their ranks. Her devotion to the Knights was zealous, her morals, something she never gave much if any consideration to before, became her driving motivation as she was into accepted her new family. Even if, at it's very core, her family is a band of swords for sale without one main motivation outside of the jingle of gold. The campaigns she has gone on have not been entirely honorable, and, much to her shame, her lance has tasted the blood of those who did nothing more than defend their home.
But more than anything else, she finally had a meaning and a purpose. To serve the greater good and to become that shining symbol that she had embraced when she first laid eyes upon that knight. She always strives to further herself, to become better, to be the best, even if she still refuses to acknowledge that the world is far from black and white. Some would call her naive, but deep downs he's desperately afraid to fail herself, to be anything but the knight in shining armor that continued to grace her memories and act as a guiding light in the dark of the doubt which creeps into her mind. Despite her best efforts.
Class: Pegasus Knight
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Maroon
Age: 27
Appearance: Celestine is a taller, willowy woman with a slender profile and sunkissed mocha toned skin. Her hair falls to just below her shoulders. It's straight and easily managed, the bangs framing both sides of her face and commonly pushed back behind her ears or secured by a black ribbon in battle. The strands are shimmering silver compared to the dull gray that would signal that it's time where she gets a bit too old for this muck. Her face has sharp features, thin lips that are usually pulled into a knowing smile and deep purple eyes that edge closer to maroon that are all the more evident due to her skin color. Despite being on the relatively young side, she's starting to show off some worry lines, now beginning to look much more like a 'graceful lady' than a youthful young warrior in body and step much to her chagrin.
Her steed, Chippewa, is not a particularly stunning example of Pegasus breeding. Or, as some would say, anything special. Yet Celestine loves the mare more than life it's self, even if it's really just 'another' white winged horse. Which all things considered, is outstanding in of it's self.
Clothes: Being a Pegasus knight, Celestine is almost always donned in the armor one would expect of death upon wings. The armor a pearlescent shimmering silver with golden trim. The silver cuirass engraved and decorated with symbols and icons of her wing. The armor extends up towards her neck which ends in a tapered bevor that she can tuck her chin into when swooping into combat. Her helmet, which normally hangs at her side when she's not actively fighting (Naturally, it obstructs her view when she observes the field from above) is open faced and styled similarly to a dragoon's helmet. It has distinctive cheek protection that edges down and styled to look like swept back wings. The helmet ends in an extended beak like point before her face. Each shoulder is protected by a silver pauldron, nothing too large but adequate protection none the less.
She wears a scarlet ensemble under her silver armor, the clothes made up of a long sleeve tunic and a skirt with golden accents that cover her hips. Each hand is protected by a gauntlet made of the same silver of the rest of her armor, as are both armored boots she wears. It seems she's a masochist for biting wind or greatly values maneuverability and speed what with the fact her legs are bare from thighs to the end of her knees where her greaves begin. Similarly, her belly is lightly protected as well, covered only by her tunic which at least seems to have been woven thickly.
Born in: Edessa, Ilia.
Story: Celestine was born to a moderately successful merchant in the city of Edessa amongst the endless snows and harsh wind like razors. Her mother was an elegant brown skinned woman from some nation to the south, a place she rarely talked of and never named. She never knew her father, her mother called him a picturesque example of an Iliaian mercenary and brute, but one with the most warm of hearts that could slay even the iciest maiden. He had found her mother during one of his many campaigns. It seemed to be a story of love upon first sight, one of those insufferable fairy tales told to children before they go to bed. A delicate flower of the desert and a rough, rugged mountain man falling for one another among the chaos and evil of war, destined to end in happily ever after had her father not vanished on a contract while Celestine was still in the womb.
Growing up without a father wasn't particularly hard for Celestine as it was the only life she ever knew. She stuck to her studies, helped her mother around the shop, got into school yard scraps and even chased a bit of tail into her teens. The closest thing to a burden she had to endure, other than a seething hatred of the cold that rivaled the unbridled fury of a thousand suns was her skin color. Children are cruel, and adults like to act like they know better, but being different was always something people liked to hold over her head. She always strove to make herself something more than the girl who looked different and not let it control her life, even if it was the factor that seemed to matter most on first glance.
But as she became older, Celestine also became much more conscious of her position, and the question lingering in her mind regarding if she was accomplishing what she truly wanted in her life began to ring louder and louder. Her life had become a malaise by the age of sixteen, the life of a merchant was awful to her, the endless stocking and stacking and the fake smiles she would use to greet costumers grated at her very soul. She lacked drive, she lacked motivation, and most of all she lacked a purpose and that very fact gnawed at her psyche. She was bored, she was desperate, she needed something to guide her, give her something to make her mother proud, make her the woman she wanted to be. And it wasn't till one faithful trip to Castle Edessa to collect payment for potions did she know that the life she truly wanted was astride a pegasus.
It was there she first saw a pegasus knight, beyond the little specks of white that would glide on the currents above the city, but a magnificent woman placed atop her glorious steed. Her armor seemed to sparkle in every bit of light, her long brown hair shimmering and straight, cascading down the back of her helmet as she towered over the young woman before her. To Celestine, it was as if she had met a goddess, an image of everything pure and right and beautiful in the world and from that moment on (even if the Knight strode right by Celestine without so much of an acknowledgment she existed) that she promised to herself to become a knight.
She immediately dove into the lore of the Knights, their victories, their creed and oath and style of fighting. From Sheeda to Katua, she indulged herself in their heroic tails and yearned to join their storied ranks. Which, given that she was far from warrior material, was much easier said than done. It was several long years of trial, toil and pain. More than a few times she was forced to tears by frustration before she finally brought herself before the Knights to apply for their ranks at the age of twenty. A changed woman from the scrawny girl drifting in the wind she had been only a few short years before, and it was at that very age, that she was inducted into their ranks. Her devotion to the Knights was zealous, her morals, something she never gave much if any consideration to before, became her driving motivation as she was into accepted her new family. Even if, at it's very core, her family is a band of swords for sale without one main motivation outside of the jingle of gold. The campaigns she has gone on have not been entirely honorable, and, much to her shame, her lance has tasted the blood of those who did nothing more than defend their home.
But more than anything else, she finally had a meaning and a purpose. To serve the greater good and to become that shining symbol that she had embraced when she first laid eyes upon that knight. She always strives to further herself, to become better, to be the best, even if she still refuses to acknowledge that the world is far from black and white. Some would call her naive, but deep downs he's desperately afraid to fail herself, to be anything but the knight in shining armor that continued to grace her memories and act as a guiding light in the dark of the doubt which creeps into her mind. Despite her best efforts.
