Celeste Vega
Basic Info
Aliases: Elle, Cel
Gender/Pronouns: Female (she/her)
Sexual/Romantic orientation: Unsure
Age: 23
Birth date: July 23
Occupation: Research intern at a tech company
Physical appearance
Height: 5’11
Build: Lean
Skin tone: Ginger Brown
Hair: Curly reddish brown hair
Eyes: Dark brown
Identifying marks: Has freckles
Appearance: Her curly hair frames her face like a lion’s mane and her gaze can be intimidating for some people. Especially paired with her no-nonsense tech wear fashion sense. She puts all of it to good use though, even the combat boots.
Personal details
Personality: She is reserved in most situations, taking her time to formulate responses. When she’s comfortable or has a little alcohol in her system, she becomes chatty.
Motivations: She wants to get her psychic powers under control.
Current goal: She is looking to find someone who knows how to heal psychic energies.
Life goal: She wants to help people using the best of her abilities.
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Motto: Don't wake a sleeping lion.
Best quality: Agreeable/open-minded
Worst quality: Lacks realistic goals
Fears: Ending up in a coma due to her powers spiraling out of control.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, dancing, watercolor painting, tarot card readings
Talents: She can recall specific details about something after experiencing or seeing it once.
Skills: Public speaking (even though it triggers her anxiety)
Background
Family: Terra Vega (Mom), Venus Vega (Sister), Nova Tan (Half-sibling)
Best friend: Gabriel Lucio (been out of touch for the past year)
Relationship Status: Single
Significant Other: N/A
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Secret: Her psychic abilities
Role model: Mom
Crush: N/A
Source of embarrassment: She occasionally has fainting spells
Source of pride: People seem to pay attention when she speaks up
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Backstory:
Celeste, at a young age, found that she developed psychic abilities. It was a long time before she called it such - she thought she was having fun dreams with her siblings. Over time, Celeste began to realize that she was traveling across realms into other people’s dreams.
Over time, though, something strange began to happen. As she traveled through her dreams, she would often end up in spaces where she could not escape. A deep, unsettling void would swallow her whole. She would lose sense of who she was, for what seemed like an eternity. And she would remember every second of it. This triggered a years-long struggle with insomnia and anxiety. The older she got, the more the void would come find her in her dreams.