Celeste was often hired to escort travellers safely through the mountains. One day she was escorting some young children and they were attacked. Never before had she faced such a brutal enemy. She fought as hard as she could, but was overwhelmed and left for dead. She was discovered alone on the mountain covered in dry blood but no other bodies were found. Even the bodies of her enemies were no longer there. As she recovered she slowly remembered aspects of the fight, like how none of the children were attacked. She believes the children were taken and has since discovered similar occurrences. Though she has lost the trail and it has been many years since she has never forgiven herself or forgotten those children. She is determined to find out what happened. For now however she is in need of some gold and an adventure with some strangers sounds like an answer. She is known for adopting strays, helping young people and has many young allies.
Tiefling Paladin for 5e Dungeons and Dragons, my own character design.
Prismacolor Col-Erase Pencil on Matte Dura-Lar. 2019
Done for the 2019 Month of Love challenge, “Beauty”
“Walled in my silent tower
how can I frame the words
to tell my story
my heart is a riddle
green sickness in my soul
loneliness the heaviest burden
how I long to slip free
of this empty shadowed tower
fly on muffled wings like the owl
white against the thorns
black against the moon” by Kate Forsyth
Done for the 2019 Month of Love challenge, “Blindness”
“Miranda,” Edith said again, “I feel perfectly awful! When are we going home?” Miranda was looking at her so strangely, almost as if she wasn’t seeing her. When Edith repeated the question more loudly, she simply turned her back and began walking away up the rise, the other two following a little way behind.
“Picnic at Hanging Rock” Joan Lindsay
Done for the 2019 Month of Love challenge, “Truth”
“So I set out to learn everything from wisdom to madness and folly. But I learned firsthand that pursuing all this is like chasing the wind. The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief. To increase knowledge only increases sorrow.”