“He came from the skies, Celaena,” Elain Vanserra told to her daughter, her bright green eyes set on the night sky above them.

     Celaena’s similarly-coloured eyes flickered to her mother from the bonfire, a small smile plays on the daughter’s lips. “You’re about to tell me the story again?”

     The mother and daughter sat beside one another on one of the logs that surrounded their little campfire they’ve made. Around them were a cluster of trees and bushes of varying types and far back to their right side sat their tent, large enough to fit them both.

     The corner of Elain’s lips twitched upwards and gives her a small nod, the ends of the yellow scarf that wrapped around her newly shaved head swayed from the cold night breeze, “Do you mind?”

     Celaena shakes her head, the continuing smile still on her face. “Never.”

     The mother laughs softly before fixing her gaze back down to look at her daughter and told her the tale of how a young artist fell in love with a beauteous man that descended from the morning sky and spoke words of beauty and art. Only for a span of five months, their time together so short yet so full of love, happiness, and light.

     “It was right here,” Elain spoke, her voice soft but audible. “I had always gone camping for inspiration, but in that day, I have never been more inspirited.”

     Celaena said no words, for she had already voiced them out the last few times she heard the story. Instead, she reached out for her mother’s hand that was already so frail and bony. She gave them a tight, reassuring squeeze.

     Elain quickly glances down at their joined hand then lifts her eyes to meet her daughter’s. With tears suddenly staining her vision, she lifts her other hand only to delicately comb Celaena's unkept light golden hair—one of the many traits she’s inherited from her father. “I’m sorry that I can’t tell you who he is just yet. I-it just isn’t time.”

     Celaena nodded, “I know.”

     The mother only smiled as she gently cups her daughter’s cheek. “You look so much like him.”

     Celaena smiles at that, leaning into the touch as Elain speaks up once more, “My shining star.”

Name ➝ Celaena Vanserra

Nickname(s) ➝ Laena

Age ➝ Sixteen

Date of Birth ➝ 15th of January

Nationality ➝ American

Race ➝ American-Roman

Godly Parent ➝ Apollo

Rank ➝ Probatio

Cohort ➝ Third

Hobbies & Interests

     ↳ Plays the piano, guitar, and still learning the lyre.

     ↳ Takes great interest in music and enjoys a range of genres.

     ↳ Sketches and paints.

     ↳ Sports such as track & field, soccer, and archery.

     ↳ tba.

     Celaena Vanserra could barely remember the day of her mother’s funeral. It all had been just a blur of pattering rain and solemn faces. Throughout the ceremony, Celaena felt numb. She already poured out every last tear for the last few days and now, she felt absolute nothing.

     Her aunt, Yrene, had stood next to her, her face grave unlike her usual smiling self. She never spoke to Celaena throughout the past few days and it almost felt like she was avoiding her. Celaena found that strange but didn’t try to question it.

     The next few weeks after that, Aunt Yrene did speak but only to continue the lessons about painting and music that Elain used to give Celaena. When it was out of those lessons, she only spoke when it was needed and still kept her distance.

     When she didn’t have lessons, she would spend most of her time in the attic of their beach house in California painting, or at least trying to. Celaena usually ends up staring at the empty canvas for hours, the paint slowly drying on the palette she held. Her mind used to be always buzzing with new ideas. Almost everyday she’d be rushing up the stairs to continue painting or start a new one, and by the end of the day, her hands, arms or even her own face would constantly be paint-stained. But now…

     Celaena just felt even more lonely than before. She was already homeschooled and didn’t have much friends outside their family. She only had her mother and at times her aunt. But now that her mother is gone and her aunt is in no speaking mood most of the time…She just felt empty. She was miserable.

     Then her aunt suddenly suggested that camping trip and everything was different from there.

     Celaena was taken to see Lupa and trained until she was black-and-blue. She stayed there for nearly six months before she was worthy to find Camp Jupiter. It was a long and exhausting journey, but Celaena Vanserra made it to the Caldecott Tunnel and was accepted into the legion.

Hair  ➝  Long light blonde hair cascades haphazardly down to her waist with its edges curling slightly. She usually keeps it tied up either in a ponytail, messy bun, or a braid.

Eyes ➝ A pair of orbs with a brilliant hue of green.

Height ➝ 1.58 m

Wardrobe ➝ Seen wearing the usual purple camp shirt paired with jeans and a pair of sneakers.

Jewelry ➝ Two gold piercings on her left ear ; On her right hand, a thick gold ring with a single square black onyx encircles her middle finger.

MBTI Personality ➝ ISFP-T, "The Adventurer"

     ↳ Passionate / Even when she is shy, when caught up with something exciting to her, she pours her everything into it.

     ↳ Curious / Celaena seeks to venture new things and contemplates the mysteries of reality and life.

     ↳ Artistic / Celaena has an artist's soul just as her mother did. They see things from a different perspective and resonate it quite well through especially through painting.

     ↳ Empathetic / Celaena easily relates to other people's emotions making it easier to establish harmony and avoid conflicts.

     ↳ Fiercely Independent / Celaena strongly believes in freedom of expression. Anything that limits it or her, she'll take it as oppression.

     ↳ Overly Competetive / She takes even the littlest things and turns it into a intense competition. She gets overly upset when she loses.

     ↳ Easily Stressed / When things get out of control, Celaena tends to shut down, losing her charming personality. 

     ↳ Unstable / Celaena sees her value based on what other people sees her. When criticized, negative thoughts would begin to cloud her mind and feel rejected.     

General Skills

ADHD & Dyslexia

➝ Being a demigod, her brain is hard-wired to undertand the ancient language therefore making modern languages hard to interpret when reading. With the matter of being ADHD, it makes her more aware of her surroundings therefore making it somewhat a gift in battle.

Combat Skills

➝ Hand-to-hand ( ★✰✰✰✰ )

➝ Armed ( ★✰✰✰✰ )

Demigod Skills

I.Enhanced Archery  ➝  The ability to possess great skill in the use of a bow and arrow.

     ↳ Targeting (★✰✰✰✰) ability to cause the object to home in any target.

     ↳ Enhanced Vision (★✰✰✰✰) posses enhanced eyesight

     ↳ Enhanced Agility (★✰✰✰✰) possess agility beyond that of a normal member of the user's species

II.Vitakinesis ➝ The ability to manipulate health and healing process.

     ↳ Alleviation (★✰✰✰✰)  ability to suppress negative symptoms

     ↳ Regeneration Manipulation (★✰✰✰✰) ability to control the attributes of regeneration.

III.Photokinesis ➝ The ability to manipulate light

     ↳ Photokinetic Construct (★✰✰✰✰) ability to create tools, weapons, armor, and even appendages out of light.

     ↳ Light Attacks (★✰✰✰✰) ability to use light to various attacks

Sketchbook

     ↳ The only important thing remaining from her normal life. She keeps it under her pillow and takes it out to draw whenever she has free time.

Bow and Arrows

     ↳ The only weapon she hasn't messed up with. She usually keeps it close to her bed.

Elain Vanserra ➝ Mother / Deceased

Yrene Vanserra ➝ Aunt / Alive

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