♛ Celeste Reyes | ♛ 17 | ♛ Cisfemale | ♛ Pansexual
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"Oh screw beautiful! I'm brilliant! If you want to appease me, compliment my brain."
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♛ Scorpio | ♛ 5'7 | ♛ Queen Bee | ♛ 115lbs
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Witty, bored, alive, and just a colourful range of emotions packed under a layer of masked perfection, Celeste is the external image of perfection. She has the grades to be proud of, the perfect boyfriend, a perfect life. What else could she ever need? Everyone assumes she's just another one of the stereotypical mean girls, snapping out orders, tormenting her best friend, controlling everything and everyone all while not flinching or batting an eye. After all, it's the climate she grew up in and is used to although she feels mildly trapped by the same role these same, long years. It tends to take the toll of a thousand pounds on Celeste's head and mental health, though she'll never admit it and most certainly will never let it show. She knows her boyfriend is too good for her but won't do anything about it, she knows her best friend is worth more than she could ever be. Beneath it all, she's full of self-loathing and hatred, but instead of confronting her own issues, she pushes them aside and goes after others, taking advantage of the throne she was so often seen on. If she could just let go of the façade she keeps so firmly on, maybe a shred of humanity would shine through or maybe everyone would see that there's nothing left beneath her mean girl crown.
Not that she'd ever admit it, but Celeste is firmly believing that she's just in a rut. She lives for witty banter between herself and whoever is willing to participate and is quick to put others in their place if they're going after her, Mayhem, Brooks or anyone else she may happen to care about. She knows to hang onto those who still stay around her, even if they're just around out of obligation rather than wanting to. She marches on with her head held high and her smile bright but intimidating, gaze ready to lock onto whatever challenge crosses her path. Celeste is a fireball of determination and passion, using her spirit to push through whatever gets in her path, even when she's not sure what that path may be.
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◃Trying her best to get her act together without anyone know it's slipping apart, Celeste often takes on new "whims" in order to find things that'll hopefully help her put her head together while keeping everyone else "in place".
◃Grew up with the social pressures bugging her at first, but eventually started to get used to everyone hating her but a select few.
◃Occasionally likes to let loose and unwind with her friends, though it's very rarely.
◃Tends to like having things planned out, finding comfort in the small things when the big things go wrong, which they normally do.
◃Has a small plant collection in her room that she has named.
◃Enjoys listening to the sound of the beach.
◃Has a thing for hot sauce.
◃Used to do gymnastics and dance when younger to burn energy and keep fit, but now focuses on running and other forms of exercise.
◃Often reaching for physical contact as an automatic reflex whenever she becomes overly emotional. (Excited, upset, angry, etc..)