Post by celesterose on Apr 3, 2010 23:51:03 GMT -5
ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
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Celeste Lydia Rose
broken mirror, a million shades of light
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Name:: :~Real Name: Melania Rosiba De-Luca. ~Adopted name: Celeste Lydia Rose
Nickname:: Cellie, Cel, Cold One
Age:: 16
Gender:: Female
we can run to the end of the world
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Species:: Demi-God
Olympian Parent:: Hades
Years at Camp:: 9
Claimed:: Yes
the songs of the season are her only crown
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Celebrity Claim: Alexis Bledel
Looks:: Raven black hair that ends to her shoulders, Piercing blue eyes, sickly pale skin, quite under-weight but has a strength not seen on the outside. Celeste would wear anything dark in colour, and appearance, if she had the choice. Otherwise, it would be just a long black dress to her ankles, or her silver mail. She has innocent facial expression that makes her look younger than she is. Her voice can change from sweet, to deadly cold.
Personality:: Celeste isn't one of those girls you look at and go, ‘Isn’t she nice?’ Her dark nature, and very sarcastic mood, takes its toll before she’s even introduced herself. She is Very sarcastic and very, stubborn when she wants to be. Never get her mad, she knows way too many dead skeletons, and she can turn very dark, very quickly. Celeste wasn't brought up to be nice. She was brought up to be a manipulative girl, who was told what to do, and get it my any means possible. So when she wants something, it’s best to give it to her without a fight.
Celeste won’t socialise much, how many kids are really half siblings to her? But the one that is, she is all right with. Celeste would keep to herself and just read book, after book, until she read all the ones she wanted to read, and decided to write one. The story became her life, it was all about what she wanted to do with her life, her sad story was written in a notebook and Celeste wouldn’t and couldn’t show anyone, because it was like a diary to her, and she would never let anyone see what was written.
Celeste is starting to get a Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, where she needs to have a daily routine, consisting of: Waking up early, going to the Arena before most are up, talking to her skeleton minions, and then going back into her cabin and waiting untill everyone else has woken up.
Family:: Hades: Father.
Rosa Temple ~Italian~ (Dead)
Greg: (Dead by Celeste)
Nico: Half Brother (Hades side).
Step Father: Frank.
History:: Celeste Lydia Rose, was born at midnight on a cold winters night. Her mother had only known the nurse for a little time before the birth, which in itself wasn’t such an uncommon thing, since some couldn’t afford to be known. Rosa was raised by her rich parents, and she ran away the instant she found she was with child, You couldn’t blame her, Rosa’s parents wouldn’t have understood at all.
Rosa’s Child was quickly taken away from London, before her first birthday, and Rosa decided to try and get her reputation back by marrying a wealthy man who wanted an heir. Celeste was ignored for most of her 1nd year of life, while her mother tried for another child. It was Celeste’s 2nd birthday, when she saw the first dead person.
The sun had been shining when Celeste was sitting under a tree a doll in her hand. “Celeste...” Her attention was drawn away from the doll, to just opposite her, where a wall stood, darkened by the light shining behind it. A boy, maybe a year or so older than her, stood against the wall, holding out a hand for her. Being only two, the girl didn’t know how she had done it, but because she wanted a friend so much, he suddenly appeared to her.
Dead boy was called Danny, Celeste soon learned. Rosa never believed about this new friend of Celestes, only believing it was an imaginary friend that Celeste had come up with. Celeste grew closed to Danny as her Mother started to gain weight, and when her third birthday came, Danny was there for her when Rosa said that Celeste was going to have a Baby brother soon.
This baby took every single bit of her mother’s attention and this really got Celeste upset. Rosa never had time for Celeste anymore, Danny was her only friend, and he started to tell her things, show her the powers that lay within her. Celeste started to change, everything about her life was too much for her, Rosa didn’t notice any of it until it was too late.
Danny had convinced Celeste to kill the thing that was taking everything away from her, to get rid of the unwanted Brother. Celeste wanted this very much, but she had no idea that killing her brother, would make her unwanted aswell. When her mother was away from the baby, long enough for Celeste to cover the baby’s head with a pillow and kill it, Rosa came back, with Celeste still holding the pillow over the baby’s head. Celeste looked at her mother one last time, and ran from the house, never to see her mother again.
Celeste was taken in by a orphanage for only 3 years, because she had scared the children by showing them Danny, who was quite enjoying the attention. Celeste grew older, but Danny stayed the same age, he was dead after all. It was when Celeste had scared one kid so much, that he had cried to the one in charge, she was then kicked out, and was never to be let in. Crying on the sidewalk, Danny trying to comfort her, drew the attention of some people who were walking past, they noticed Danny, he did stand out, and then at the girl.
Before she knew what was happening, Celeste was taken to a place that would be her home for the next 9 years of her life, Camp Half Blood. Undergoing a test, she was then placed in Hades, where Celeste started to realise how the magical world really worked, which would be her "Hell" for quite a while.
Celeste couldn't quite cope with the death of her brother, and so she sank into a slightly depressive state, where the eve of that one night would just make her sink into a non-talking state, where even her best friend had no hope at all.
Sometimes she thought about her mother, and if she was still alive or not. It was confermed not long after her question, that her mother had indeed died, but not in the way Celeste would have liked. Rosa had tried to protect her daughter, but doing so, had ended her life by the last person she thought it would be...
The Little ghost boy wasn't so innocent in the end, and it wasn't much of a surprise when Celeste was told of his real past, the one that kept him as a ghost, and hadn't moved on into the underworld. Why he had picked her, and what plans he had for her...
All will be revealed as rp starts.
*Sorry, I tend to write alot, RP history is something I tend to explain more*
broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
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Name/Nickname:: Sarah/Seza/Celeste
Roleplaying Experience:: Be the fifth year in text rp, but if written stories counted then 8 years. This is my 2nd Percy Jackson RP.
Sample RP::
Sunlight was glinting across the sky, the sign of a new day, a new beginning, and an ending. Only a couple of stars could be seen, a very faint moon to the west was visible. It was cold, not cold enough to for the breath to be seen by those who breathed, which would be a relief for most. Some would feel the cold cling to their skin, when they saw what was inside the Arena, Others would be curious, and the rest would be in a state of shock. As the sun rose from the horizon, the heat rose, and the cold started to drift away, as the wind blew against skin.
Raven black hair whipped around the piercing blue eyes, on one of the palest faces seen for quite some time. A few drops of blood covered the lips, from consist biting in concentration. Celeste ran a hand through her hair, making sure the hooded cloak was in place, which it was, and she then dropped her hand to her sides, a blade in each hand. The cloak covered the very light sliver armour, designed to expose her stomach, forearms and legs. It was a basic plate, suited for a female, Hades helmet was designed onto the chest, as did the letters CLR- DOH. It wouldn’t take a genius to work that one out, besides the point of it being there was a distraction, so she would be able to throw the knife before the victim realised what had been going on.
The black and silver boots sat at her knee, enough to start to irritate her skin like fire. Celeste raised her eyes to her victim, her mouth taught in slight concentration, as she raised her hand slightly. Using her other hand, the victim watched that had as she raised it to her face, and slowly threw back her hood. This distraction was enough for her to throw the knife she had in the other hand, so quick that her victim had only seconds to reach up and grab the knife before it sunk into what should have been an eye.
The skeleton bowed to her, a sign of respect, and happiness that she had learned quite quicker than first thought. No words needed to be spoken, as Celeste just smiled at him and threw her hand across her face, so he dissapeared before her eyes. Celeste wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, and threw back her cloak so it was only covering her back. Taking a seat, Celeste picked up a bottle and started to drain it.
Raven black hair whipped around the piercing blue eyes, on one of the palest faces seen for quite some time. A few drops of blood covered the lips, from consist biting in concentration. Celeste ran a hand through her hair, making sure the hooded cloak was in place, which it was, and she then dropped her hand to her sides, a blade in each hand. The cloak covered the very light sliver armour, designed to expose her stomach, forearms and legs. It was a basic plate, suited for a female, Hades helmet was designed onto the chest, as did the letters CLR- DOH. It wouldn’t take a genius to work that one out, besides the point of it being there was a distraction, so she would be able to throw the knife before the victim realised what had been going on.
The black and silver boots sat at her knee, enough to start to irritate her skin like fire. Celeste raised her eyes to her victim, her mouth taught in slight concentration, as she raised her hand slightly. Using her other hand, the victim watched that had as she raised it to her face, and slowly threw back her hood. This distraction was enough for her to throw the knife she had in the other hand, so quick that her victim had only seconds to reach up and grab the knife before it sunk into what should have been an eye.
The skeleton bowed to her, a sign of respect, and happiness that she had learned quite quicker than first thought. No words needed to be spoken, as Celeste just smiled at him and threw her hand across her face, so he dissapeared before her eyes. Celeste wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, and threw back her cloak so it was only covering her back. Taking a seat, Celeste picked up a bottle and started to drain it.
