qrv3QZ3.jpg?2&profile=RESIZE_710x"We are celestial bodies orbiting

each other, waiting for

our inevitable collison." 




 Ascended | Celestial | Seraph | Traveler | Blessed 

 Pronounced: CAEL-es-TRA

Latin | "of the Stars" 

"of the Heavens" 

Nicknames | CiCi or Cael; 
(Ari if she's going by Arietta)

Current Alias(es): Caelestra or Arietta 
(depends on the city she's in)

qrv3QZ3.jpg?2&profile=RESIZE_710x "I am destined to illuminate you

by burning myself up."
- Maurice Blanchot

Her mind is a battle ground of forsaken feelings and troubling memories, of long bloody wars and painted wings. Things she almost remembers are haunted by a song someone sings, once upon a memory. Nightmares shake her awake at night and her tears have long since stained a path down her cheeks. Phantom pains hold her hostage. Betrayal keeps her bed cold like a coffin. They all seem so far away, yet if she reaches out she swears she can run her fingers over them. To touch them and taste the sweetness of heaven, and yet the memories glow as dim as an ember. Some days, she thinks the memories are only dreams. Things her heart used to know and she longs to remember. 

A greek lover once named her Caelestra, latin in meaning for "of the heavens" or "of the stars." This is not her real name. Her real name is lost in the tattered pagess of her past, but she adopted it as a manufactured persona.  Don’t let her false identity deceive you, because to her it as real as you and me. 

From Key West to Minnepolis and NYC to LA, she travels from one bus stop to another, keeping a collection of ticket stubs, attempting to connect the dots in this short life she has led. She's caught somewhere in between chasing after the foggy memories she cannot place and the new identity she is creating. It's a kind of tug-of-war destined to leave her questioning what is real and what is not, who she is and who she wants to be. The memories are hers and they play through her mind like a broken record player.  

The cacophony of it all is drowning out the silence she craves for. In it, she is seeking for herself. Old or new, it does't matter which. This started out as a girl dies and is reborn story (because the world needs more fresh starts) but somewhere it began to convert into a bitter tale of retaliation. The enemy is: herself, whereupon she is beginning to lose herself with every tale she crafts, every life she touches, every friendship she sacrifices, every 'home' she leaves in the rearview mirror.



New York City, NY 


"Spring is in the air." 


85% Intact




Between reality, and fantasy there is a place where nothing substantial exists. An immaterial corridor where nothing on either side of you matters in the real world anymore.  Inside this hallway of in-betweens, time has no reference, space has no matter, but dreams -- become tangible. When you are there by choice, the manipulation of immortal desires is only an afterthought.  But, when you are there by force that afterthought becomes a whisper to a scream.

In between death and life, in between the space of haunting memories and blissful peace, she remembers floating through a space such as this. It is the earliest memory she has and when she was surrounded by the peaceful embrace of this space, she felt at home. this was what Ascension after death felt like. However, the powers that be had other plans. Angry and devastated to be forced from it's embrace, she dug her claws deep within. Wrapping every fiber of being throughout it. In her wrath, as she was forced to leave, she promised she would keep a piece of it with her. 

She did. The day she was reborn she stole something from within the Aether, selfishly took it with her. What exactly that kernel of power is to her is unknown, but two things remain true: now she can access the Aether whenever she pleases and she can hear the voice of it within her.qrv3QZ3.jpg?2&profile=RESIZE_710x

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed,

it can only be changed from one form to another."

- Albert Einstein




  • Immortal (extent unknown)
  • Empath: Empathic reception/projection 
  • Engery Wielder (new): currently able to recognize and minimally manipulate any type of energy from the environment around her (Extent of use to be discovered)
  • Planeswalker (new): can travel to other planes of existence, myriads of different realities all simultaneously coexisting within the same expanded cosmology. (Limited between current reality, the Aether, and Nahar'u Kishori)


  • Too much energy can overwhelm and overload her
  • Too little energy can leave her helpless and damn near human
  • Poor control of empathic gateway (result of chaotic memories/emotions)
  • Can be stuck in the Aether or inbetween planes if her emotions/mental capacity is unstable


 "All discarded lovers should be given

a second chance, with somebody else."

- Mae West

Nothin stops you from loving her. She's a smooth-talking charmer, bubbly, and optimistic woman that builds connections faster than an artist can draw a quick sketch. Just because she is introverted, doesn't mean she is a mouse in the corner. She's quick to make acquaintances, but slow to make friends. Based on how 'long' she's willing to stay in a place will determine who she approaches and for what. There's no shame in being a lover, of life, of things, and of people. She doesn't shy away from falling in love, with the stranger on the street or the stranger in her sheets. She has an inherent fascination to love you, down to every cell in your body, and she'll do it ruthlessly. Right before she walks out of town without a word. That being said, her true friends are far and few between. They are scattered across the realms she has come to know. 



*Please note, friendships are separated. Think of them as Canon story lines. Medieval/Fantasy Based threads can/may be looped under the Kishori Section*

Romantic Interest(s): (x0) 

Orientation: Pansexual




Free Birds- Friends she makes in/between cities (Urban Fantasty -Realm 1)


(Unexpected Friend) - Caelestra never expected to stay in a city for longer than a few months. There was never anything she felt committed enough to do so. Until one day, walking by his shop, she had the spur of the moment idea to have a van remodeled. In the process, she had her first commitment since waking up in the hospital and unknowingly the first person she could committ enough to in order to stick around. At least, until he's done with her van. He's become an unexpected aquantiance that she finds herself wanting to spend more time around, carving to figure out what makes him tick. 


Nahara'u Kishori - Friends since she can remember (Fantasy/Modern - Realm 2) 


(Best Friend/Soul Bonded) -  History is destined to repeat itself with these two. Every time one of them is in danger they always figure out a way to ground themselves in each other. Literally. The power coursing through their veins tapps into each other's soul. To kept them grounded they have tethered their souls together. He became her soul mate in every sense of the word, except lover. Though many have often compared their bickering to an old couple, even after her rebirth. He is her best friend, her dark knight, and the man she would give everything to save. Always.

(Lover, Friend/Enemy) - Destined to forever be torn apart, he is a stamp on her fate, one that no matter how much everyone tries to make him fade away, he constantly returns. She hears his voice in her head and remembers fragments of them together. All she knows is that whatever they shared...she lived for it. Now she recognizes the uncanny connection between them. While she's interested in exploring it, she can't help but recognize that he is the cause of her friend's pain. Friends or enemies, she doesn't know. Only time will tell with them.

(Best Friend) - Memories haunt her dreams. Now more than ever Kougar's face follows her where she goes. She tries to deny it, hide behind the happy go lucky mask of her youth, but she knows they share a past. One that she can't deny. In their past, there is pain and betrayal, happiness and love, enemies and friendship. What they have now is messy and in the midst of recovery. Wherever they go, will be up to them to carve out together. 


(Friend/Enemy/Companion) -  These two have always had a strange relationship. Not all eggs are rotten. Since her rebirth, she has championed for Aura. Despite memories and odd feelings telling her otherwise. Dubbing her the puppy of the estate, but also someone that she could trust (past betrayals forgotten).  Aura helped deliver Kougar and John's son,  Kyle Skinwalker Tehrror, Cael knew she could trust the wolf. Unless Aura proves her wrong in this life the way she may have in her previous.



I'm a passionate, cheeky, character development based creative writer who likes to craft stories with like-minded peeps on the interwebs. ^_^

Caelestra's FC: Kirsten Zellers
Genre: Modern/Urban (Fantasy)
Style: Novellea, Multi-paragraph
Third person

YAY! Friendliness; collaboration; sarcasm and humor; detailed narration; objective-oriented scenes; action scenes; characters with depth and ongoing exploration of it; multi-layered plot; the occasional well-placed one-liner/poetic prose

YIKES! Shadiness;  misplaced fuckery; nagging about post(s); inability to keep IC and OOC separate


Stories of an ubran fiction/fantasy take place most often in cities and our present day times. These are the worlds we craft where the supernatural lurks in the shadows, is only stories of old and myth, and doesn't have a dominant presence in society. Aka mortals still rule. Consider these stories your adventures into the secret and unknown, where characters don't weave their abilities into society or their every day lives. Bring your grit and grime, your crime and drama, your love tales gone poorly, or your happiness trips. 

-Any major city
-Any small town
-Cabins in the woods
-Any coastal adventure

L.J. Smith
J.R. Ward
Neil Gaiman
J.K. Rowling
Lawrence Davis


YOUR TYPICAL FANTASY ADVENTURE (potential for modern twist)
Stories of fantasy take place most often in the fantasy worlds we create. These often have less of the modern realm feel to them and more of a otherwordly feel. Creatures coexist together in full knowledge of each other or stories of each other. It is possible for this to have a more modern feel/world. However, the rules for how creatures move through those spaces and time are different. We create this together. Think along the lines of Final Fantasy, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, X-Men, Avatar, Avengers, Pacific Rim, Valerian, Ready Player One. These timelines can be medieval in setting, other wordly, futuristic,  post apcololyptic, etc. 128275004?profile=RESIZE_710x

Depends on the kind of story you wish to puruse
-Collaboration/A little early plotting is a must


DC Comics
Marvel Comics
Scott Westerfeld
J. R. R. Tolkien
Michael J. Sullivan
Dungeons & Dragons



Cael learns more about her abilities and gets comfortable with them: Currently she knows very little about them. To her they are so forgein they almost scare her when she uses them because she isn't sure what is happening. Because of this she doesn't talk about them often either. 

Cael finds friends and/or family: Vagabond by nature, she isn't one to really settle down. I'd be interested in exploring her gaining some friends that get her to stay in one place longer than a few weeks/months. This will also unfold naturally in an SL so this doesn't have to be met/pursued.

Cael learns more about the Aether: This is an area she knows very little about. Don't know many who write about the Aether, so if you do, let's plot! I would be interested in eventually making this a point of conflict/tension in her story line. 

Plots do not have to be limited to the above. They are a few ideas to start from if we don't know where to begin or what to start with. 


Replied = (+) | Owe = (-)

C. G. Sullivan (+) | Everan (+)  |Gleeon (-) |  

 | Kishori (+) | Kougar (-) | Lars (-) |  

 Qovon (-) |  



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  • Truthfully, my current inspiration is slim. I'm looking for it in a few places...


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  • (Yo, just wanted to let you know I changed Tadgh's name - as you can no doubt see, but that's pretty much it lol)

  • My character is from a pretty scifi setting - different planet, sort of a traveler, that kind of thing - but I really don't do much scifi. I prefer more fantasy/slice of life/adventure stories. I also like horror, a lot, but I write less of it. Is that something you'd be interested in?

  • Tadgh would always be the first to admit; they loved the music here.  That was probably the one thing Earth did right.  Everything else? Well, Tadgh could hardly judge them, the humans.  The world the Tal'aH Knight came from - Vanyar Kunn - was a pimple on the back of a hollowed out asteroid caught in the gravitational field of a half dead moon.  So.

    As the day fell away and night rose to take her place, Tadgh popped the music buds from their ears and let them dangle in the front of the sweater, enjoying the gentle thud and vibration from the music, so they left it playing, even as Ninurta slid from their pores and wrapped them up in an armored embrace... 

    I'm looking forward to this. Ninurta said inside Tadgh's mind. 

    Tadgh -- Jupiter, while donning the armor, shook their head, remaining silent and focusing on the adjusting of their figurative antennae, searching for alien life-signs within the city.


    Not too far away the ground around a man-hole splintered, and cracked as something struck the underside of the road.  Collapsing inwards with an explosive cacophany as something pulled itself out of the ground, as tall as a bus with a rounded, armored back.  It had four long crab-like legs, tipped with spikes that plunged deep into the cement with every heavy, lumbering step.  Five, massive yellow eyes dotted a fly-like head, from which dangled a total of six, writhing mandibles more akin to tendrils, a yellow acidic fluid dropping from them, steaming where it fell to the ground.  Two more hooked appendages extended from it's thin, oblong butt, which hovered high off the ground.  

    Behind it, on a tv screen in the window of an old store replayed the story of a lifetime; Aliens.  The news showed it every opportunity they had - the meteor shower, the hazy images of those matte-black egg shaped objects exploding through the atmosphere in blossoms of fire... the massive ship, easily the size of the entire city, falling towards it, as if it were going to plunge into it's center, destroying everything.  But at the last second it veered up, just barely missing the city... 

    Helicopter footage showed the ship trailing smoke and fire, tiny explosions rippling across it's entire being as it plunged into a field with a thunderous crack that shook the entire Earth...


    The first person it came across was skewered on the end of it's sharp foreleg, a screaming, bleeding, crying shiskebab lifted into the air, towards the writhing, acid wreathed mandibles that made up it's horrible, ugly mouth.

    The poor bastard screamed for minutes as he tried to keep himself from getting shoved inside, his flesh burning away with every second, blood pouring down his arms and face.  But he lost the struggle, and ended up slurped within the bug maw like a noodle, trapped within, still alive and screaming, struggling to get out with every ounce of quickly fading strength he had left..

    But the bug was impartial.  Already, it sought it's next victim, mandibles flicking.

  • Kougar was hesitant for a moment, soaking in what the Shaman said. She was confused to his questions or were they meant to be statements? Was he just saying carefully selected things that he would say to any customer to lead them on into thinking something they wanted to hear? Or was he speaking from an inner all knowing? Kougar wasn’t sure what to think of this, but what harm could it do, to continue on?


    “What am I supposed to understand? Yes, I was born from a far away city. And to many people I am known as the cat lady. That is who I am, yes. But there are many cat ladies out there.”


    Kougar would intentional make herself out to be like one of those women who owned many cats. Making herself look to be more plain and ordinary, in order to see what the Shaman had to say. It was important for her to know, that he wasn’t going to lead her on into things that were not true. Even though she didn’t know what he was about to say, she would know if he spoke truth or not. She could read liars. And she was serious in what she wanted, and would not tolerate some fake. She wanted the real tools in order to learn what was just beneath the fur. Why were things just out of her reach from understanding the great connection? It always felt like a veil would constantly shroud her mind intentionally.

  • “Come now ma’am, you don’t need to make this more difficult than it already has to be.” That once soft expression of his quickly loosened his lips downward after she refused to comply with his demand. A simple tip of the chin was given towards his nearby underlings, who in return made a gradual approach towards the lone female. To their misfortune, she was already moving away from a certain alley, where they could’ve easily had her cornered.

    Perhaps a chase was inevitable.


    “Oh no, we’re only here to- Wait, get back here!!” In the event she took off on both legs, that same bald-headed male already began shouting her down for fleeing. “After her!” He ordered aloud to his accomplices, who wasted no time in making a beeline after the woman as he did. One almost took a tumble from slipping on moisture while the others quickly gave chase, soon sprinting along her current path towards an oncoming crowd of pedestrians.

    A couple, about three of those men slid one hand under their belts to retrieve some handheld firearms they carried unsurprisingly. Upon noticing this, their superior gritted his teeth and hollered back to them during the said pursuit. “Don’t shoot idiots! Too many witnesses!” The middle-aged figure commanded, only to be forced to shove themselves into quite a crowd up ahead from their starting point.



    After being talked out of leaving her behind, a change of plans was made to include the onyx-haired female in his minor trip outside the house. By this point in time, the two had already arrived in the local coffee shop, which to their fortune was still open during late hours. The Hybrid would be found seated in a booth next to the very being who came in with him, hunched over forward with his elbows down and one hand supporting the weight of his chin, the other tipping a cup for him to sip on. Not many customers were in the vicinity, so there was little to no risk of others hearing their conversations.

    And so this woman, this standing mother found herself in that place, in the middle of the crowd. From the way she straightened herself out in her seat, it seemed that being in there was not a strange thing, almost welcomed even. Maybe indeed, it was a good idea to go. Or perhaps, she was only a little preoccupied inspecting a pastry. Not long after, those eyes--now in disguise, averted to the young man before her. "You still look quite troubled, Gleeon. Are you alright?"


    “Not really.” In this usual situation, withholding any personal feelings from her was downright impossible, at least for prolonged periods of time since she was skilled in sensing it. With great reluctance in bringing up the subject again, he confessed what was on his mind. “I still miss everyone: The girls, Mel, Tempest, and the others. Plus… Ria. For the first time in a while I was happy with life, just wish it could’ve been permanent after everything we went through.”


    Silence first met this, the statements that came out after was softer than what was originally intended. "I'm sorry that this is hurting you, Gleeon. Even the things that I'm casting lead to nowhere. Ever since that...that night..." Her voice trailed off without the visible sign of wishing to continue. Instead, a hand gradually reached out to gently squeeze his, patting it lightly before letting go. "I know you'll eventually find them...but I just hope that they're alright. They should be."


    Her next action was met with by his own digits wrapping around her own when said hand came down. For a good few seconds, a gaze was cast towards the table’s surface until he was able to respond again. “Guess it’s a good sign if you haven’t sensed our favorite drakes perish.” The young man said when sipping the hot beverage for a second time, wincing slightly from the heat that mildly stung him at first due to not letting it cool off first. “Speaking of the past. I heard a tale or two about another dimension that Draven fortified himself in during the war. Does- the Dark World actually exist? I’ve only heard mentions of it.”


    Staring intently at his cup, Xeryssa leaned a little closer, golden eyes unblinking. The steam that gradually wafted out of the rim seemed mildly disturbed as it dissipated-- as if a very gentle breeze intended to quell the warmth. "It does," she gradually confirmed. "That vile patch of a place shall bring no good to anyone who seeks it, I hope you're not getting any ideas?"


    “Of course not. The Kaiser himself told me a little about it and how massive that realm is. He once thought that it belonged to some unholy goddess or something.” As ominous as it was to consider, her adopted son attempted to divert the conversation again. “What’d you think of Star Trek Voyager’s first few episodes?” Of all things to bring up, that was his choice, a series he had been attempting to get her into for some time during their free time. While such a thing was likely beyond her preference in genres, it at least gave them something to binge watch together.


    "Not bad," she replied with a chuckle. Still Gleeon, still with his method of diverting the conversation at the slightest misgiving. And she didn't pursue that. "I'm still bound to learn more about the things that you're watching."

    In the midst of his silence, an unexpected vibration, in addition to what sounded like a repetitive melody playing in his right pocket could be felt from a certain phone call going through. Not thinking much of it at first, his hand slid down to grip the cellular device and remove it. The number that came up on the screen wasn’t something Gleeon recognized, perhaps another telemarketer? Hopefully not or there was about to be another sigh. Thankfully, he used a thumb to swipe across before lifting it up to his ear to answer.


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    I Got A Few Things!!





    May Your Birthday Be Everything And More!!

    I Love You

    So Much



  • When Kougar had glanced around taking in to the surroundings she realized it was nothing to what she had pictured. One part of Kougar had imagined a type of place where she would be sitting on lounge chaise type of couch. With a room that was ordinary and boring. The other part of her imagined a more hippie feel to it with tons of bright colors and painted walls of trees or birds or something. But this room was neither of the two that she expected to see.


    Kougar approached as the Shaman that Welcomed her, and took a seat upon the cushion, putting her legs in criss cross fashion. She noticed his yellow eyes which seemed very unusual and intriguing at the same time as she tilted her head to one side. Was he wearing contacts or was he different than a normal person himself? Kougar did not want to give any hint or shred of herself being abnormal before speaking her mind of why she is here.  


    “I have come because I’m looking for answers about myself. And I hope you can help me. I want to know who I was in my former life or lives. And what type of person was I?”

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