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~Full Name~
Celestine Viviana Arcaya

~Nickname~
Celeste

~Gender~
Female

~Age~
17

~Zodiac~
Aries

~Place of Birth~
New York City

~Sexuality~
Bisexual

~Occupation~
N/A

~Family~
Peter Arcaya (Father)

Delilah Arcaya (Mother)

~Nationality~
Polish

Finish

German

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~Height~
5'5

~Weight~
120

~Build~
Medium

~Skin Tone~
Medium/ Olive

~Hair~
Fawn Blonde

~Eyes~
Turquoise/ Blue

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~Personality~

With Celestine's upbringing, she became a responsible person. She's a reliable person and knows how to get tasks done, since she practically took care of her mother while she was in the state she was.

Celestine is a peacemaker, and hates fighting. She tries to stay very clear minded and fair in all situations, since she was treated with unfairness and harshness.

She can also be a bit fake at time, putting on a phony smile to cover her feelings. She often covers her emotions, rather than expressing them, so when something occurs around her, she kind of explodes. She's got quite the dynamite inside her, it's just a matter of time before it is lit.

~Traits~
Cheerful

Whimsical

Understanding

Loyal

Calm

Compassionate

~Fears~
Arachnophobia - fear of spiders

Agateophobia- fear of insanity

Claustrophobia- fear of closed spaces

Fear of Doctors

~Flaws~
Withdrawn

Weak

Unconfident

~Hobbies~
Crafts

Painting

Origami

~Backstory~

Celestine was born into a small family, in a troubled neighborhood. Her parents were both immigrants from Europe, coming to America to look for a job, but what they found was so much worse than that.

Celestine's father was a hard-working man, who was almost never home, leaving their Celestine alone to raise her mother, Delilah, who was constantly drunk. During her time drunk, she would often throw tantrums and break objects, however, she never laid a hand on Celestine.

As Celeste grew up, her father began to notice strange things happening in their home. He would see visions of people walking in their home, visions of new places, and strange activity always occurring when with his daughter. After six years of torment, he decided to ship his daughter to the psychiatric-ward.

Celeste practically was raised in the ward, being convinced her whole life she was supposed to be there and hat she was crazy. They drugged with everything they could accuse her of, and anytime she threw a fit, they would lock her in The Box, a cold, steel room with no exists and no hope.

While in The Box, it gave Celestine time to reflect on her life and imagine herself somewhere else. However, she felt extremely trapped and restricted her whole life.

Also, while she was there, fights would often break out between people, causing a lot of anxiety for Celeste. She hated fighting, more than anything, and avoided them at all costs.

~Habits~

Draws when anxious

Twirls her hair when thinking

Smiles when she is really upset

~Style~

~Extras~

Flower~ Pink Tulip

Animal~ Otters

Food~ Strawberries and Cream

Blood Type~ A+