Celeste

Familiar Name: Zuggtmoy Description: An bold crimson ichor slime that chooses a host to which its appetite for violence can be met. It will cover its host in a 'skin' of red, causing them to take shapes untold in a quick display. Upon one's skin, it feels hot to the touch as if a fire was running through one's veins. The power and strength, it has a whetstone to steel and a hunger to share the kill of the user's frenzy. To those with a temper, it fits better than any trinket. Shape: Liquid with enough mass to fill a 3ft. by 3ft cube, Orange to red hue like blood or magma depending on circu

"Fine." She recoils and with a wave of her hand a trade menu appears and she dumps what is required into her half of the menu. Once accept has been pressed a flash and flare of deep red casts her frame into a new set of clothes. "Fits well, seems to adhere to me fine." she barks as not a compliment but an acknowledgement of what was. "Clean this place up, if this is what your capable then the building should reflect your ability. Appearance is important, and this makes you look like you should be homeless." Celeste mutters with a sinister bite, breaching the threshold to the building with enou

Within the walls of the Town of beginnings, a single and solidarity tailoring store. The place stunk of dust but notably a few things seemed disturbed, making it clear that it was still active although dirty. "Smells like a mine in here, maybe open a damn window and get all this filth out. I hope you can even accomplish what I need done." Celeste let the words fall to the empty chamber, her ire and disgust openly visible upon her face as its scrunched up. The soot burned her nostrils, a rather smell oriented girl it was almost too much to handle. Interested In: Red Woven Wave - Stamp

Wandering into the abode and picking up the lingering scent of flowers, the stink is enough to make her eyes water. "Jeez, got enough candles in here?" she remarks as a bell goes off breaching the threshold. But there was no candle, the shop itself stunk of the very flowers that composed the fields of crossing. "I need something." Celeste barks impatiently as she began to eye the wares littered in small glass cases. "Those" the bull points, tapping an extended pointer against it and still looking for whoever the owner was. They had still not made themselves known, and her stomach couldn't hand

Coming back to the ring of the very same bell, the timing could not be better. Before her rounds were complete a master smith had cobbled together the piece. She left only modifiers but what she returns to is a damn guillotine. "At least someone is capable, time to get this show on the road." She exclaims dropping the required second half of the payment upon the counter, leaving Macradon to his devices. She was a bit eager to start using it, spinning it in her hands and watching the heads twirl. A lift stores it in her digital box and with it a smile. Order Picked up:

One more stop to fulfill her means, until these orders were complete she'd have to be...patient. The thought sickened her stomach being linked and waiting on these other damned fools to get their respective shits together. At least she had most of it, and perhaps she could do some of this crap in the meantime. Wandering into what looked like someone's earnest attempts at a polished turd, holed up in some rundown church. "Well someone thinks highly of themselves. Wonder if dudes got a God complex?" A ragged-looking woman with an accent so thick you can barely make out the gist of what she'

It was strange to her how many able-bodied people just sat about lazy as hell in the starting city, working away on little goofy tools and doing nothing besides it. Even further was an odd scent, was that coffee grounds? The hell kinda potions was the store owner brewing, she could swear she could smell a hint of poultry on the air. A stare at another patron as they walked out. "Nice duds grandpa." she chuckled poking fun at Bahr's parachute pants, the super goth looking trip pants were notable. Dropping a bag of coin to the top of the counter, and a single gesture to the case she had found he

A jingle of a bell as she breaches the threshold, the smell of sulfur, and the rhythmic beating of metal on metal assail her senses. Weapons, the good shit. Looking to the displays nothing suited her skillset in quite the way she had hoped, her gaze happens upon the stack of request forums. "Guess it would have been too easy." She quips biting her lip as she murdered her own dream of just grabbing something off the wall. Scratching to the sheet with her left, a black ink littering it with her desire. "This better not take forever." Celeste mutters beneath her breath, leaving the shop and makin

Unbounding the pile of shit that was cluttering her inventory, and adding unneeded weight to it. A bunch of materials she did not need or ever have the ambition to need. "You wanna buy these. I saw the flier and the coin doesn't bog me down like this crap. Maybe you can use it? Make some money off of it. I don't care what you do with it, just pay me." Celeste offers to the children and the woman who was holding the place together. The loosely held materials in little parcels fumble about to which the NPC's need to procure them from the floor. With an outstretched hand, she aims for a bag of mo

Hair of flaming red enters the building, one of the doors hidden well in the back alley. A strip of shops to which the only one piqued her interests, she needed more power. This required a few tools first, and eying the raven haired woman just out of sight she knocks upon the countertop to draw her closer. "I'll take this one." she spoke and with a wave of her hand, the inventory system obliges in a flare of color to match her. A bag of coin flops heavily on her platform, taking the little bit of string in her grasp she watches the buff take hold. Red Omamori | TIER 1 PERFECT TRINKET | LO

The popping and cracking of a fire drew her here, only a select few making her aware of its existence through travels and hearsay alone. A boy spun a wheel that held a carcass of some long-dead beast over the heat, drawing a darker brown shade upon it and with it a smell. "I'll be taking some of that." She spoke bluntly, pulling the coin out as she looked to his defined price points. Into a linen bag was the rattle of the col, and an underhand toss would find it to the chef. She had what she desired: A key to quick and accessible power. Berry Crumb Bars Tart crumbled and held knitted tog

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Username: Celeste Real name: Celestia Tatiana Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 5'5 Born of Roman descent to a family of commoners, held to high standards, and migrated to japan. Everything was to be hers, she's pushy and encouraged to be so. The world is to be hers, as she was taught from a very young age. Foreign exchange brings her to be raised within Japanese tutelage, she graduates albeit barely through high school. Has no qualms taunting and enjoying the turmoil of her classmates. Awaiting her own acceptance into the next step of her life, to coll