Celeste Cross | Neutral ●

[Celeste Cross]

Name: Celeste Elise Cross Age: 19 Gender: Female Sexuality: Demisexual Faction: Neutral Occupation: Works part-time at an Art Supplies store, majors in Child Development at Barclay. Playby: Vocaloid, Yan He Traits Positive Kind Warm Mature Understanding Loving Affectionate Protective Negative Shy Nonexistent Self-Esteem Gullible Doormat People Pleaser Awkward Nervous Girl needs to love herself. History Celeste Elise Cross was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia to a pair of adults who were anything but, really. Neither of her parents were prepared to have children, but quite unfortunately, Celeste was coming anyway. Her parents were still young, hell, they still lived with their own parents. They had no ambition. They had both completed high school two years previously, but neither had ever had a job, and neither was looking into continuing their education, either. The only thing her parents were interested in was partying, and a baby doesn’t exactly fit into that lifestyle. Her mother considered an abortion, but at the end of the day, she was unable to go through with it. For as selfish and immature as the girl was, she couldn’t quite bring herself to “get rid of the problem.” Even though she knew a baby wouldn't fit into her current lifestyle. And so, her mother informed everyone that she would be keeping the baby. Her father seemed to shape up a little bit after that, and at least got a job working in a gas station. It wasn’t a lot of money, but it was more than they were used to. At her mother’s insistence, a good amount of everything that her father earned was saved. At least half. The other half tended to go to partying, which her mother no longer approved of – mostly because she couldn’t do it anymore. She managed to stay away from alcohol and drugs for the duration of her pregnancy, though she never quite kicked her habit of smoking. With these things in mind, Celeste was born small but mostly healthy. She was a quiet and happy baby, and after she was born her mother went to work as well. She spent most of the first year of her life in the care of her grandparents, though she obviously cannot remember this. Her parents were able to afford a small apartment by the time she was two, and the family was moved into it. It had two bedrooms, one of which obviously belonged to her. It was sparse and undecorated, and unfortunately it would never be decorated. Her parents weren’t homemakers, and despite the fact that they were both working full-time, they had a very hard time making ends meet. Celeste was put off on her grandparents quite often, and of course her grandparents helped her parents out financially almost every month. It would be a combination of bad luck and bad health, however, which ensured that both of her grandparents were dead before they saw the birth of their second grandchild. Celeste has hazy memories of her brother’s birth, since she was only around four when it happened. She can’t really remember her mother being pregnant, but she can remember falling in love with him instantly. He was her baby brother. He meant that she would never be lonely again. Even when her parents left, he was there with her. A four year old taking care of a newborn isn’t exactly ideal or safe, though, and after a scary hospital visit where her brother’s malnutrition was brought to light, her mother would begin staying at home more often. However, both of her parents were touchier after this incident. They had to allocate more money toward feeding not only her brother, but also Celeste, and therefore had less money to party with. She can remember having to tiptoe around every request, and honestly school would have been a reprieve for the girl, but she found herself nervous and upset around most of her classmates. She was never properly socialized, she didn’t have clean clothes, and she was still rather small and weak. This made her a target for bullying on almost every front, and the girl had to deal with hell at school as well as hell at home. Any attempts at connecting with her parents were shut down almost instantly. They were fighting, her father started sleeping on the couch. She was sleeping on the floor of the nursery, her brother having been given the crib. She didn’t mind, she’d been sleeping on the floor for a while anyway – ever since she'd outgrown the crib. It also meant that she was there when he cried. As both of the children aged, Celeste found it easier to care for her brother. She could feed him baby food instead of trying to get all of the formula together, and he was more cooperative when it came to things such as changing his diaper. As their daughter took up the role of maternal provider prematurely, her parents found that as long as they left supplies in the apartment, Celeste could take care of things. She could cook by the time she was eight, she could do laundry by the time she was ten. She got her brother to bed on time, she bathed him, and she told them when they needed new clothes or anything. She rarely saw her parents, and they tended to communicate through little notes where she scrawled what she would need for the week. She worked with as little as she could, however, because she found that larger requests (such as a bed) were met with screaming and complaining. It would be shortly before her eleventh birthday that fate would decide to relieve Celeste of her duties. It was winter, and she’d turned one of the few heaters in the house up as high as it would go. She didn’t think to check the heaters before she went to bed, but somehow a blanket or jacket got tossed over the heater in question. It was right outside her parents’ bedroom door. She can remember waking because she was hot. She had been planning to kick the blankets off, as you do, but the smoke that filled the room certainly alarmed her enough that she realized something was wrong. Her younger brother was woken up, and through a series of events that she can scarcely remember, she was able to escape the apartment with him in tow. Her parents, either trapped to sleeping too deeply to be woken (as they so often did), did not make it out of the apartment alive. With no adults or immediate family to speak for them, the Cross children would be separated and sent to different foster families. At first, they were still in the same school district, but it wouldn’t be long before her brother was sent away. Celeste herself would bounce between homes so often that she can barely remember them all. She spent the first several years after her parents’ death in a state of depression. She didn’t attempt to connect with any of the other children, and did her best to become a shadow. She didn’t respond to any of the bullying that was directed at her, she barely responded to anything. Perhaps this was why she was moved around so much, she wasn’t sure, and she didn’t care. It would be getting placed in a much less than favorable home that would wake Celeste again. She was the oldest child there by far, and when one of the younger children requested that she cook dinner, she did so mechanically. The younger children in the house would be the reason she came back around to herself. She felt that they needed her, and she began cooking and cleaning for them. Her grades improved drastically, and within a few months she had improved the living conditions in the home almost immeasurably. She got rather attached to the children, and they to her. But she seemed to be the only constant in the house. Her foster mother kept her around because she was useful, but the other children were simply checks – and when they became more trouble than they were worth, they were sent on. It would be her middle school principle that would suggest that Celeste look into boarding schools. There were plenty of scholarships for academic high achievers, and even more for children with… less than favorable pasts. She was hesitant at first. She insisted that she was needed at home. It took several months for the principle to convince her to at least apply to some of the schools. When she got accepted at most of them, it took even more convincing to get her to go. She didn’t believe that her future was more important than taking care of her foster siblings, but Celeste had never been one for arguing, and soon enough she found herself leaving Nova Scotia for the first time to attend school in Washington. The transition was hard. She didn’t know anyone, and mostly kept to herself. She was rather obsessive over her grades, because the school was the nicest place that she had ever lived, and she didn’t want to have to go back ‘home’ more than she needed to. Despite her awkward and shy nature, the girl managed to make a couple of friends during her years spent at the school. She never told anyone that she was in foster care, she never told anyone about the family that she had lost. Questions posed about her past were carefully dodged, and the only person she would ever open up to happened to be the same boy that she would go on to eventually call her boyfriend. Celeste had a lot of trouble understanding what he saw in her, she wasn’t quite sure why someone like him would even be interested in someone like her, but so very gradually she let him in. Fate had never been kind to the girl, however, and during the summer between her sophomore and junior years, she would be placed in a different home. The parents in this home refused to fill out the appropriate forms so that she could continue her education in Washington. She was distraught, she actually insisted that they help her, but nothing she did changed it. They said she could go to school in Halifax, and that was that. Celeste had never really been one to get angry, but she spent her next three months in that home pointedly ignoring them. She stayed in touch with Akio as best she could, but as she started to constantly bounce from home to home once again, it got harder and harder. Sometimes it would be weeks or even months before she could contact him, and eventually they fell out of contact all-together. It was her fault, of course. You don’t simply ‘lose’ someone’s phone number or e-mail address. She simply didn’t feel that it was fair to him to have to wait for her in the ways that he was. Waiting up to a week for one e-mail, or for a thirty minute phone call? It wasn’t right, and she didn’t want to force him to go through it. Her own phone number changed nearly as constantly as her address, so it wasn’t hard to cut contact in that way. She missed him, though, of course she did. She kept everything he’d ever gotten her, specifically a necklace that had been his first gift to her. She wore it every day, and protected it as though it were a living being. Finally, Celeste’s eighteenth birthday would roll around. Amazingly, through everything, she had been able to keep her grades high. She hadn’t been able to attend the best schools, but her placement exam scores were high as well. She was basically able to choose from any college she wanted, and with some financial aid and loans, she found herself deciding upon a place in Georgia called ‘Barclay’. Georgia seemed nice, much warmer than any place she was used to, but it was also on the ocean. She had never lived far from the ocean, so it sort of felt like home in that. Of course, the event would happen after she settled into her dorm. She was approached by a god and given a wish, which was something she had a lot of trouble deciding on. There were two people she could think of that she desperately wanted to see. In the end, she simply wished to get back in touch with one of them, giving no names or specifics. She was granted her insignia and familiar thereafter. Insignia Level 1 Omnilingualism – Level One – Celeste has the ability to speak, read, and understand every language that she encounters. To activate her power and be able to understand her target, she must first touch the insignia located behind her left ear. Thereafter, she must maintain contact with whatever she is trying to communicate with. If it is a living being (including animals and plants), she will be able to not only understand what is being said, but also speak back. If it is something nonliving (such as a book or computer) she will simply be able to read/understand what it is saying, but she obviously cannot communicate back. Celeste’s insignia takes the form of music notes starting just behind her left ear and cascading down her neck to her shoulder. Headphones – Passive – Celeste’s passive takes the form of a pair of headphones that change colors based on their mood. They can play any music that she wants to listen to, and they can also communicate with her via their speakers. Usually she is in control of them and what they play/do, but sometimes they tend to play whatever they’re in the mood for. Extra Bloop. OOC OOC Name: Ellie How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: Lmao pls.

[Neko]

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