Celeste

Standard Recovery +4 EN Celeste pivots as Piasuhon rushes past her in an attempt on her life. That cleaver in her grasp glows a hot orange and she manages to cold clock it hard in the right side. It carves clean this bright red gash as it tears into its wireframe. This causes it to veer off and continue off into the stands, slamming into the stone with a satisfying thud. The weapon carries downward dragging dust in the wake, as the light fades. "The fuck you think your going numb nuts." Her gaze falls on Raidou who seemed to be stuck on stupid. "Hey, the fuck is wrong with you. Nows not t

Out past Raidou who seems distracted by the noob. Which was to be expected given the woman was just out here in the middle of a battlefield basically butt ass naked. Celeste rushes in and with every step she seems to glow hotter, cobalt blue flames seeming to scorch the ground and trail behind her in a roar. "Kneel to the strength of Owraron's Might, take heed and falter beneath the power of our ancestors." Celeste drones in a fashion and tongue not her own, as a male voice rings out in tandem with her own. What follows is a singular swipe that casts a massive blanket. The tsunami of cobalt bl

Sitting idle in one of the lower depths, just bullshitting with Raidou and Simmone as they'd wait for their turn. Sat on a bench, her head propped on her right arm. She watches Raidou pop up abruptly as if he'd notice something, and the look on his face was one of shock. "What? Some noobie..." The joke falls flat, as her eyes gaze at what he was seeing. "Someone you know?" Although she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew this chick too. Like a strong sense of dejavu. "Wait, where the fucks her weapon? Armor? Anything?" Celeste started to take in the gravity of the situation as she'd turn

+4 EN (Standard) As Celeste bounds up the stairs, she was ripe and ready to smash. Door ripped open by the blonde, the path was ready and clear. Right through the chamber the chick gets cold clocked and ends up ass over tea kettle, right over a table and ending up doing a flip as papers rain down from the rafters. "Sup bitch." Celeste barks with a sharp smile, flames beginning to dance down the length of the cleaver. There was a strange contrast as the red head stood next to Eruda, her flames being eerily similar yet the hue slightly different. Celeste's were of a much darker blue, wherea

A singular cataclysmic blow from above, like a meteorite it washes the place in cobalt blue flames. The echoes of power that scorched the walls and seared stone, mimicked that of the Fallen King in an elegant display of pure unbridled regality. "Take solace.." The woman spoke in a tongue to which most would not hear before their own untimely demise, echoing with the sound of male voice under her own. "The flames of Owraron burn bright and without mercy, and your failings will not be judged as failure." The reaver, her manifested cleaver flickers from a translucent appearance and seems to gathe

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) The sharp and jarring attack from Raidou catches her off guard, it was akin to someone tossing something past your face. It addles her for a moment, as it starts to sink in what the hell just blew past her. "Must be a tiny sword thing." Celeste quipped as she kept trying to keep pace, yet she never really could with all these smaller blade wielders. The problems of a massive sword was that you just couldn't work at those sorts of speeds. As Celeste finally seems to close the gap, albeit at a relatively fast pace just not to that caliber. She makes a singular down

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) Following up in a never-ending source of pressure, as soon as the prior attack is made. Celeste drops the cleaver into Piasuhon's back, taking a prime hunk of meat from the spot the armor is exposed. It leaves this large finned gash in the beasts back. This exposes the interior of the creatures wireframe to the air. It reals hard, pulling itself clean of the blood ravens weapon. "Sure, I'm game. Still got some time before I got to go back to the sewers." the woman thought and responded in equal time, mind somewhat captured by airship routes and the stations of he

+4 EN (Standard Recovery) Celeste with that weighty weapon of hers was struggling to keep up with the damn thing. "I'm trying but uh... Can't you hold it down or something. Damn wily pile of a sack of fuckin..." Her thoughts just trail into a odd chain of gibberish. The woman continues to scamper as close as she can but all she manages to cleave with that weighty blade of hers is air. This was the reason why lone fighting was actually easier. But she was hoping to curb and steal some methods of direction and teamwork from her guild associates, to take back to the troops of Galtean resista

As soon as the gate rises, the hulking mass rushes out in a trail of dust. Celeste blinds in at a breakneck speed and slams that massive cleaver of hers toward the cloud. A satisfying connection proves she hits something, as her HUD portrays a health bar to her. "Hell yeah!" The girl barks as she carries through, creating this trail of red light that sputters in a rich blue flame. Damage out and pain dealt the rhino continues its charge. Celeste hefts the weapon over her right shoulder by slamming her boot against the back end and it halts with a metallic clink. "Looks its on you all, which is

*Starts on Floor 24: The Arena* Sauntering through the large racketing gates, Celeste had already up to this point tore through the competition. A necessary blowing off of steam, as the brutal rebellion burned ever onward. The woman raises her hands toward the crowd and with it screams of jubilant excitement for the coming bloodbath. "How's everyone feeling!~" The woman boasts toward her fanbase, to which a scattering of col and roses find themselves flying from the stands in response. "I hope you don't mind, bringing along some companions. Mainly to put on a good show. See true soldiers

Paragon (5/10): Paragon Level 5 - Laurel Wreath (Earn Col equivalent to 15% of player’s EXP earned in thread) Paragon Level 10 - (1) Gleaming Scale, (1) Demonic Shard, +1 LD to Looting

Right on cue, the beast of a woman offers another broad stroke of her cleaver like great sword. It blindsides an awaiting mess of liquid and proceeds to scatter its bits all across the open room. The creature is forced through the slots of a metal ceiling panel so graciously provided by a stomped foot. What flies out of the opposing side looks something akin to molding string cheese. "Ugh. You got that right." Celeste goads weighing her own attire and finding not only ichorous patches of soup stuck to her, but small burn holes from acid blood and the like. Her outfit was holding in there

Freyd vanishes into a puff a smoke, disappearing into the shadows as they coalesce in the center of the room. Beneath that display of power, the various outcries of the creatures caught in the blast give Celeste a sense of direction. Ripping up her cleaver style great sword, seeing bits of the floor being dragged up with it. An exhale sees her breathe visible, an aftershock of the all consuming shadows. A metallic clank as she grips the handle, giving it a twist as she eyes down its length. Flames jump down its length as if a violent showing of her intention. The moment the light returns,

Standing in a huff, a single piece of jawbone sticking out of her hair. "Enough is a fucking 'nough!" Celeste screams, as a sudden flare of heat begins to bleed off her distorting light like an oven. On the tips of her shoulders, sapphire blue flames of fate breathe themselves to life. Fishing her weapon up with one solid jerk of her right arm, torn free from its embarrassment beneath the refuse. It slams into the ground and cuts a grove into the stone with heft. Her feet begin to carry her, and behind her a scraping trough in the stone. "Fuck..." she exhumes under belated breath as she p

As a black covered hand wormed its way into a the pile of bone, it found purchase on something soft. "HEY!" Celeste barked, as she found herself dragged out and catapulted. Boots still covered in the slickest muck, she skates past her weapon charged. A heavy swing under little footing, the woman spins a couple full rotations. The hefty hunk of metal dragging her along, proving how crucial having some sort of center when attacking was. Smoothly drifting right past, her attack so close and yet so damn far. Right into a tube on the far side, she grumbles. "Why the hell. OF all the pl..." Tapping

Upkeep: +7 EN (Hyperactive +3), Hyperactive duration becomes 2, BH: +17 HP, Vanish CD: [1/3] Upkeep 2: BLGT damage taken (-32 HP), BLGT duration becomes 1 A pile of pipes crash into the scene, in a way that Celeste found completely her style. "Nice shooting Tex. People underestimate the power of a good building." The Blood Raven snickers out as her weapon charges up and lights. A couple heeled steps before she feels this cooling chill move down her spine. Her skin beginning to glow in a soft white light. "What the..." *squeak* Finding a patch of left over grime, as it would tu

Upkeep: +4 EN A wave of heat blows out of a nearby tube, as if a response to the call. Her eyes still adjusting given the sheer echo of light had caused her vision to blur. "Good God. Save some for me would ya!" The woman outcries with an bombastic smile contrary to the words. Celeste swings this massive wrecking ball consumed by the oddest mixture of flames. One large cleave with a nearly immeasurable amount of force behind it. Instead of cutting, it was something much more akin to being struck with a bus. The slimes explode in tiny droplets and columns of steam, as their size continued

Rushing in out of left field, firing out of a nearby drainage pipe like a cannon. A heavy looking cleaver emboldened in orange flame that twists into a bluish hue, cold clocking on hapless slime and filling the room with fire. "I got caught up, and you started this party without me. Damn it Freyd!" Celeste barks beneath her coverage, the heat an intense washing in the area. All caught in its blast shrink low and join the muck on the floor, aiming to avoid as much of the smoldering wave as possible. The routine pop of another destroyed as bits of slime boil into a strange blackened puff of stic

Skill(s) Being Dropped: Battle Healing R3 Mod(s) Being Dropped: N/a SP Refunded: 14/50 (7/20) Cost: 14,000 Col

Prepared Stealth Rating: 213535 LD: 18+6=24 (Success) As she wandered down from a long strand of chains, she lands rather deftly. Seems all that trafficking back and forth between boats had made her more fleet of foot. Sporting the regalia of a Galtean official, still working away at keeping the refugees free of Ladonian chains. And the treasure, who could forget the mountains of random trinkets that the Grand Imperator's lackies kept so kindly donating to her cause. Morgan and the others were doing their best to keep the walls, and she still owed a pretty penny to Simmone. So when the gu

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Heaving the remnants of a door frame, she looks left to spot @Freyd overlooking, @Koga who up until this point hadn't been hindered by the reinforcing guard presence. "What? Worked didn't it?" Spoken right to the whisper, who was halfway through a facepalm. Again, that cocky tone causes the woman's face to distort into a look of disgust. "That motherfucker just doesn't know when to quit. I cannot wait to shove my boot up his ass and twist. You think, if I turn it hard enough, that I can get him to sing?" Celeste smiles, waving that heated blade and spreading flames in the air in attempts to ca

Hopping up to a set of chains and sliding down the length, her heels clicking as they meet a mirrored and hard metallic floor. The siren cutting out and being replaced by that same doosh baggy voice on the intercom. "Yeah yeah, keep up the BS motherfucker. If you can hear me. I am coming for you, sure hope you brought your brown pants!" That tempered fury triggers some skill, and as a result her eyes become hot like coals. Doors begin to slide open, and instinct cuts in. Rushing down the first guard she could see, Celeste grabs his whole face with a hand. A muffled scream as she pivots on her

Ripping up next to the first available vessel, and screaming out orders to crew and passengers alike: "Man the cannons, I need at least 20 armed units." The Raven's Queen bellows holding tight a section of chain, swinging across and giving a form of 'show and tell' to these fresh Galtean farmers turned soldiers. Nervous, one after another, those same linkages of metal rattle. And the clattering of footfalls as they land upon the hostile deck. Her attention catches spinning cursors, ones of green and not yellow or red. Players were on this boat already, coined by the still smoking wreckage

Releasing @Gabrandr's collar and allowing him to dust off the singed bits of his attire. "That's more like it. Don't mention it. Seriously, I got an image to uphold. People can't think I am going soft." Lifting her arm up, sees a massive cleaver apparate and drop as she clutches the handle. It catches in flames that mirror the fires that still flickered on the edge of the peripheral. "Makes my life much easier, you focus on defense. I saw that fishbowl you popped around the refugee zone. I do a bit better if I can go ham. Name's Celeste. Try to stay upright this time." A bit of a cocky gr