Celeste Romantica does not have a home Playgroup. They cannot interact with Contractors on their Downtimes. They must choose a Playgroup before their fourth Contract.
A 1-Victory Newbie Contractor played by Hope as a Free Agent
She is 21 years old, lives in the attic of her grandmother's occultist store, and often appears as a fairly short blonde woman, wearing a turtleneck, jeans and circle lens glasses.
0 Alertness
0 Animals
0 Athletics
0 Crafts
4 Culture
0 Drive
0 Firearms
0 Influence
0 Investigation
0 Medicine
0 Melee
4 Occult
0 Performance
0 Science
0 Stealth
0 Survival
0 Technology
0 Thievery
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Ever since she left for college, Celeste had been living with her grandmother in her quaint store for esoterica. Her grandmother loved the company, and Celeste loved the free rent and delicious cooking. One day, done with studies and bored, Celeste inquired about how her grandmother came to run this store full of knickknacks. "Oh, dearie, if only you knew." It was then that Celeste's eyes had opened to an entirely new world. It was full of wondrous stories about magic, community, and adventure. "And our bloodline, the Romantica bloodline, is one of many such covens. Your father, I could not pass on my teachings to, but maybe it's different with you." She got up and grabbed a feather, "Our coven worshipped the Raven Queen, and as such, we are given power for our devotion." She recited an incantation, and shape-shifted into a raven. "Go ahead and turn over the 'open' sign to 'closed' dear." "Now, here's your feather. Recite the words: 'As Anasae,' meaning 'to open'." Reciting the words, Celeste fell into a deep trance. She woke up in a barren wasteland, populated by dead trees and ravens sitting atop the decrepit branches. The conspiracies cawed in rhythm, beckoning a woman dressed in black, with chained wings on her back. She walked up to Celeste, and kissed her forehead. In that instant, the entire bloodline's lives flashed before her eyes. At first, it was full of happy, thriving communities full of witches. However it soon turned to depictions of those same witches being burned alive. One by one, they were killed off until they were forced into hiding. Celeste was forced to tears. With a somber look on the Raven Queen's face, she said, "Give them a home, once again." Celeste woke up immediately after, to the sight of her grandmother. "You met her. What did she say?" Celeste told her what happened. "Ach. You've been given a heavy burden, dearie. It's not something you need to concern yourself with." But she wanted to. How many people were like her, fearing for their lives? She felt like she should help them, or at least try. As if responding to her thought, the feather she used to trance with materialized itself into a raven, ready to serve her. "She has touched you," her grandmother spoke. "Go. I'll be here if you need me."