: Celestina “Celest” GoldisSquad Designation
: Star, because her name reminds people of space.Gender
: RomaniaPhysical Description
: Clest has a rather nasty scar under her right earlobe, though not many will see it unless she has her hair up. She received this scar before her powers, thus it would never heal, not from her powers anyway. She received it during a horseback riding incident, having collapsed and hit her head in such a way as would have been fatal, but she’d gotten lucky, so very lucky. She supposed she’d always been rather lucky, rather quick to heal. Personality
: The hardest thing she has had to overcome in a time like this, other than the pain of taking people’s pains and wounds by accident at first, was the challenge of keeping her personality. She has struggled to stay who she is, struggled to stay her warm, kind-hearted self. The war had torn her family apart, it had torn her apart as well, it threatened to turn her cold.. To make her like all those other people who despised the aliens for what they did.. She didn’t hate them, the aliens.. The aliens had simply made a grievous mistake, dropping all their prisoners here, and goodness knows that humans have made their fair share of errors as well. Plenty of them. Celest knows who she is, but the struggle to stay that way press’ ever harder upon her with each passing day. Personal Skills
: Horseback riding, hiking, wood carving, wool spinning.Biography/History
: Celest was born in the small village of Bucovina, tradition was big there and every girl had to learn all the little things that surrounded such a life. But her parents, they wanted a better life for Celest, they wanted her to go to college, wanted her to become something bigger than their small village. So when she was old enough (age 17), she sent her to Bucharest to live with distant relatives, there she learned that the world was so much bigger than she first thought. 1.9 million people lived inside that city as opposed to the small population of her home village, it was so very overwhelming, but before her homesickness could even kick in… Everything went to hell.
A ship apparently appeared over Russia, the tv said so, her new phone had also buzzed with the information; she still had no idea how the damn thing worked. It was utterly terrifying, watching the ship dump all its contents upon the world. The nations all decided to react negatively, to nuke the things from space and it did not go well at all. Sure they had killed a lot of them, but upon doing so, they unleashed hell upon the world. There was fear in the large Romanian city she lived in and all across the world, she didn’t realize that she’d been one of the ones to become changed until days later when she was accosted by several young men, they’d stolen her phone, taken her belongings, all because they thought the world was ending.. All because they wanted a few extra bucks. They left her alone and broken in an alleyway, she thought she was dead but she quickly healed. It was painful as anything else she’d ever faced, worse than the fall she’d taken as a kid, worse than any heartbreak.. Her face reformed, her ribs popped back into place. She was still covered in blood but she was healed. What was she now? Inhuman, people said.
At first, she thought she only had the ability to heal, but as the city fell into chaos, the aliens having quickly found their way to the areas surrounding Russia, people came into injuries quite frequently. One night, she passed by a group of kids, surrounding a friend who had apparently been beaten beyond recognition. Celest doubled over, fell to the ground. The kids watched as their friend’s body un-crumbled, became normal once more. They turned to Celest, all of them, she shied away from them, cringing and crying from the pain. She thought they would turn on her, as so many humans did to their now inhuman family members, as her relatives had recently done that same day. But instead, they helped her up, they helped her to her feet and shoved candies into her hands, their only possessions. She was shocked…
As the years went by, Celest ran under the radar, staying at the homes of victims of the crimes the aliens and the Warband of Drazar had caused. She despised them… How dare they harm innocent people. Secretly and with the help of the small military garrison, she began healing people, it was hard work, painful work, but the people were ever grateful, sure some spat in her face, didn't want them to touch her. But once she started working, they gave in, they began to understand that inhuman's were not what some made them out to be. She was warned that her healing had been noticed by one of the chief's of the Warband, but she stubbornly paid it no mind, that was, until the Chief began taking casualties all on his own. She came to yet another stubborn decision.. She was going to stop him; no one was doing anything, who in the world could? She heard talk of First Strike, a group of people out to help the inhuman, to take them in and house them, train them, but she'd never thought much of them. She'd been too busy helping people. She hoped if the rumor was true, that First Strike would be coming, she just had to keep him busy.
He tore into her, battered her beyond any recognition, but she bounced back, she was determined to keep his attention. But she grew tired, she grew shaky; the pain was getting to her, there was only so much one could bare, even with her healing, the pain was all too real and consuming. It was at her lowest, a her most broken, that First Strike literally dropped from the sky. They saved her life and many others, one person in particular stood out to her, he was the one to fall from the sky. She'd later learn who he was, but in that moment, she merely saw him as an angel. He vaporized the horrid chief, saved the people there as well as her. It gave her a shred of hope.. That maybe.. Maybe she could be like him, or well, not like
him, he seemed a bit of an arrogant, showy man. But maybe, if she stuck with them, she could one day do more with her own powers. The people she had helped, they encouraged her to leave with First Strike, as if they knew Celest better than she knew herself. Powers
Regenerative Healing - The user can rapidly regenerate. In other words, they recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, sometimes slowing, or even stopping, aging. She can save herself from life threatening wounds, but saving others can be dangerous to heal. To heal a dying person, a truly dying person, she cannot do. To attempt such a feat would be suicide.
Wound Transferal - User can shift damage between individuals, regardless of whether it is physical or mental. She will transfer wounds to herself in order to heal a person completely, but in doing so, the wounds will heal slower on herself. Wounds upon herself are easier to heal, quicker to heal, but when taken from others, they heal slower, as if her body knows that they weren’t indeed hers.