Celeste McNair
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From Forgotten Territories
Personal Bodyguard of Forgottenlord, head of the group known as the night sisters.
Positions Held
In reverse chronological order
- Bodyguard of forgottenlord (current)
- Leader of the Night Sisters (current)
- Night Sister Elder (current)
- Night Sister Angel Master (current)
- Night Sister Blademaster (current)
- Night Sister Visionary
- Night Sister Preist
- Night Sister Warrior
- Night Sister (current)
- Night Sister Padawan
History and Character
Celeste McNair, the bastard daughter of a sex slave and her mother's owner, grew up knowing poverty. Her mother had been sold the moment she had been determined pregnant - or at least a sale was attempted. When no one would take her, so Celeste's father abandonned her 7 month pregnant mother on the highway, several miles away from their city. He had hoped she would die, and then he could claim the compensation for her escape and subsequent death. He only got the money for the escape (though it was still enough for him to acquire a new slave, with whom his plan had a bit more success).
Celeste spent her infancy on the streets - desolately cold and many considered her to be doomed. Yet she seemed to be able to survive cold, hunger, and even the occasional violent episode. When she was 14, her mother was captured and returned to her former master. Celeste, having been born while her mother was officially still a slave, was also enslaved to her father. To her father, this was a dream come true - a daughter that he could rotate with his primary sex slave.
For two years, Celeste was forced to watch as her father raped her mother, normally more than once a day. Occasionally, she could persuade her father to allow her not to watch, but that merely meant that she had to listen to her mother's screams of terror and torture. When she was eight, her mother became pregnant, and Celeste knew the days were numbered before it was her turn.
The number of times she was expected to watch decreased. Her father saw more and more reason to sit in the slave room - where even the screams would normally not reach. Yet Celeste could still hear them - reverberating in her brain. She could sense exactly which acts of defiling her father was performing.
Then one night, when everything had been put in place for yet another round, as she sat in the slave room, but she heard nothing, she sensed nothing. She knew, without realizing how she knew it, that tonight was the night.
And then she realized something worse, her mother was trying to stop it. She was trying to hold him back, pleading with him.
Before she could understand it, still rooms away from all of it happening, she felt her father turn on her mother. He threw her off and pointed something at her. This time, it wasn't the extra bit down below, it was something worse - but she couldn't understand what it was - she had never seen (or, well, sensed, that sort of thing before). However, she knew it wasn't bad. Her father held a feeling of triumph, her mother had a feeling of dread, of fear.
A sound - a crack, she supposed, rang out across the entire compound. She sensed something leave what her father held and at speeds she could have never imagined, entered her mother's chest and run straight through her heart.
Celeste's heart fell as her mother's died. She knew, without understanding what it meant or why it happened, that she'd never see her mother again. With emotions of rage, sorrow, love and despair all mixed together, she released a scream that pierced the night, a scream that didn't just echo through her mouth, but in ways she didn't understand. All she understood was that her mother had failed to protect her, her father had forever seperated her from the closest person to her, and that she would soon meet the fate her mother met every night.
As she calmed down, she developed a level of resolve. She would not be the victim of her father. She would not meet her mother's fate. She prepared herself to fight her father, to prevent him from ever doing anything to her.
She needn't have bothered. If she had tried to sense what was going on around her, she would have realized that in that burst of emotion, she had sent a psychic wave that had knocked her father out - bursting blood vessels and causing a lethal stroke. Her release had also attracted others who were attuned to the psychic ways.
The Night Sisters came that night. While Celeste was not the most powerful potential sister that had ever attracted their interest, she was the first that they sensed through such a manner. Normally, padawans were found by passing through the crowd and sensing another psychic presence. The release was extraordinary for any level of psychic, but emotional releases were uncontrolled - or at least, not consciously controlled. Thus, most Night Sisters never allowed themselves to get to the point where such a powerful burst could occur.
Fearful that Celeste might be even more powerful, and, therefore, capable of far more destruction than the death of one man in a future potential outburst, they released her in exchange for her promising to train as a Night Sister
The Night Sisters were at their low point. Their master was missing and they had no true leadership. The Night Sister Elders tried to be leaders but no one could truly control the psychic haze that connected them all. So, the Night Sisters had simply devoted themselves to expanding their numbers and finding their master.
Celeste excelled in her training. Within a month, she broke the record for fastest to take the Ceremony of Acceptance. She excelled in the area of fighting - feeling compelled by her inability to protect her mother. She was given the battle rank of Night Sister Warrior within another month of becoming a member of the order. With a degree of hesitancy, the Elders broke tradition and gave her the the holy rank of Night Sister Preist, despite the fact that she hadn't completed the requirements. They had realized that despite the fact she had not been tested, she had to have mastered enough control of her abilities to accel so quickly to be equal to a Priest.
Celeste continued to train, but with the rank and right of Priest upon her, she slowed in challenging herself. Some of the Elders suspected that she was already equal to them and knew it. Others suspected she did not wish to become an Elder. Both were wrong. However, having recognized the great honor that had been given to her by the breaking of tradition. She wished to repay it to the order. She expanded her knowledge of the psychic realm beyond what had been put in their literature and lessons. She broadened her horizons in ways that non-sisters can't even begin to imagine, let along comprehend.
After nearly 6 months of this, she returned the honor to the order and gave some amazing new ideas and concepts to the order, including at least one tradition that was adopted. The order was shocked, but gave her the developer rank of Visionary.
Having now repaid the debt she felt owed to the order, she resumed her training with the same level of passion that she had held before. However, this time the driving force was not her past, it was her future. In her time spent studying the psyche of the collective, she had developed a bond with it that was greater than anything she had felt before. It drove her in the same way that all who developed the bond were driven. At this point, those that had tried to dive deeper than the mere presence and outward manner would have discovered that she was equal to the Elders. However, the elders were so busy admiring their star pupil like a trophy, they failed to notice what greatness was within it.
Two days before Celeste attained the battle rank of Blademaster, the Elders found their master. She was sitting in Aberdeen. Pausing only to test their pupils to see if any deserved to be advanced (Celeste, of course, passed), they set off to rejoin their master.
It was a long journey, and they had nothing but feet and their powers to use. However, Celeste was amongst a few who developed ways to hasten the journey. Celeste also invented two new rituals for journeys and a tradition for slumber that is used whenever a Night Sister is supposed to be on duty. Celeste was given the developer rank of Angel Master - or Master of the ways of the Angel Fire.
The elders should have realized then, if not before, that their star pupil was one of them. But yet again, they were blinded by their eyes for what she had accomplished rather than what she was capable of. Some historians speculate on whether the group of Elders who suggested she didn't want to be one had won the leading line of thought within the order. Regardless, despite proving herself yet again and having developed enough traditions to match all the Elders combined, she was still not promoted to an Elder.
However, Celeste felt no jealousy. She was a Night Sister. They had bestowed her some of the greatest honors a Night Sister could ever hope for. She had run through the ranks faster than any Night Sister before her. She was at peace, she was without her emotions, and she continued to quest through the collective, the myst and beyond.
However, with it came questions about how the order functioned. It wasn't a challenge to them - she wasn't calling for changes. She was calling for evaluations. She was calling for them to think about how they operated. The Elders were surprised and often struggled to answer her questions.
In truth, many of their rituals were completely illogical for what they stood for. Many of their beliefs did not match what the order and collective believed. It was the lasting legacy of the Angel Fire's hopes and attempts to shape them, but they were obsolete in her absence. The order, however, refused to drop any of the traditions. Their allegiance was still to the Angel Fire. Their master had not changed.
Celeste accepted that answer, but soon started asking more - this time about the nature of the myst, the collective, and the psychic realm. Unlike her previous expansions of thought, she did this one across the collective, posing the thoughts to all to consider. Her results were less than wonderful, but she still answered many problems that she could not solve on her own.
However, while the collective were only mildly aware of this, she knew that something was wrong with her. She was feeling glee at her continual dives at the borders of knowledge, and the edge of the collective. She enjoyed the quest for further knowledge and always was thirsty for more. With it came the emotions of frustration, joy, anger and love. For the time, it only freed her mind to delve deeper into the realm of knowledge.
They came to Angel Fire. While the collective's mood noticably changed, it was that of those around them that were more noticable. They were oppressed, and she could sense it in every soul they passed.
Eventually, they arrived in front of the Angel Fire. A shiver came across her as she focused upon her new master. While there was a tang of surprise from the woman, it was nothing compared to the waves of pure, unabated evil that flew off of her. Celeste could feel the years of anguish that Tristan had suffered. All of the other sisters bowed their heads in honor of the Angel Fire, Celeste could not move. She was paralyzed by the waves of anger, hatred, jealousy, rage, and bloodlust that washed over her, again and again and again. All she was able to do was start looking at those waves and try to understand what they meant.
In that moment, she understood more than any other Night Sister had ever understood. She learnt of the Angel Fire's past, and slowly followed the trail of everything that happened to her, everything that had shaped her into the monster that she had become. The 17 year old Celeste developed a degree of wisdom that few ever obtained and a kinship to the Angel Fire that not even Forgottenlord possessed. If she was not a master of herself, she would have released a psychic storm at that moment, venting everything that had washed over her in that moment - probably with the power of a nuclear bomb.
Regaining control, she too bowed in servitude, but not before the Angel Fire noticed. However, while she heard her name uttered by one of the elders, the Angel Fire didn't seem interested in details or punishment. Celeste could not penetrate the evil within the woman to find out what she was thinking - even with her understanding, there was too much power in there. She could not release it across the collective for few would have been able to muster the control she was having to employ. She knelt there and awaited her fate.
But nothing happened.
Celeste and the Elders were sent to visit Forgottenlord. He would be an equal master to their old one (she had tried to make him the sole master but the Elders wouldn't hear of it). She didn't understand why she was being ordered to go, but she followed anyways. When they arrived in Forgotten City, she sensed something much different. Happiness, friendliness, warmth. Finally, she was able to vent the evil she had felt in that desolate land.
Forgottenlord had apparently been briefed. He discussed with the Elders for a while. He then turned his attention to Celeste. He asked her what she thought of the Night Sister order. She gave it a high praise, but as she spoke, she could sense that he didn't believe her. He ordered her to be truthful, and so she did.
She reiterated every question she had ever posed to the order, and she could tell that he was happy about something. He turned to the Elders and told them they had made a good choice. Her confusion triggered a need for the Elders to explain.
While she had cut herself off from the collective, guarding the evil she had inhailed, the collective had been asked to pick a leader. She hadn't heard them ask the question, nor had she heard the answer - but the answer was unanimous and immediate. Celeste McNabb was the new leader of the order and had been granted the holy rank of elder.
Shock was the only word for it. She didn't even think herself worthy of this honor, but she had attained it.
Prefering the atmosphere of Forgottenlands over that of Angel Fire, she assigned herself immediately to Forgottenlord's personal bodyguard detail. She changed many of the traditions and added new ones. She continued to dive into the limits, only to come out with greater tools to work with. She encouraged though and even, to some extent, passion. Eventually, she developed a method that allowed her to stand in the Angel Fire's presence without being overwhelmed. Her greatest invention, however, is considered to be the ability of night sisters to become invisible.
Yet, she doesn't often implement this ability. When she's in forgottenlord's office, she implements it to great efficiency. However, she prefers to be visible and always at his shoulder when he makes speeches to the public at large.
And so, the story of Celeste McNair, the greatest of the Night Sisters, continues.
Appearance
At 5'4", Celeste does not instantly look like a threat. Like all Night Sisters, she had long hair of a dirty blond shade that she regularly changes style of - often several times a day and sometimes picking a style that seems to defy gravity. Her eyes are a natural fiery brown, but they have been known to vary from a dull blue to a sharp green at times. Some suspect it is the tasks she's doing at the psychic level that determines this.
She wears a full latex suit designed to shows as minimal skin as possible while at the same time give her as much range of motion as is possible. She'd prefer never to be wearing clothes (and often will rest in the nude), but she chooses to be visible rather than invisible and must accomodate for the expectations of such a curse.
Toys
Because of the nature of her job, Celeste generally has a decent selection of tools ready. On each of her hips lies a small pistol. On her back, she has a rifle and sword that cross each other at the spine - the sword sticking up above her right shoulder, the gun across her left. She across the front of her waist is a pepper spray bottle and night-stick. Very rarely does she ever walk anywhere without these items, and has never been seen with anything else
