Celia Madison Gallo (she/her) is a 76-year-old Leoran who works as a Weapons Manufacturer and looks a lot like Golshifteh Farahani. She is a Highgold with a scalesĀ goldsign.
celia first witnessed how fake people were during her parents funeral. the 15-year-old could count the number of leorans that had truly meant their condolences on one hand, or rather the number of them that actually had a reason to kneel down in front of her crying, telling her how sorry they were. she felt like the kneeling was a bit exaggerated - she was 5'2'', at least - and the tears simply made her feel bad for not crying herself. her mother had taught her two important lessons before she passed, the first one being how to keep herself together in public, because once they know your weaknesses, it's over for you. that's what she reminded herself of, but the bitter truth was that no tears would come out - the realization didn't hit her until her mother's chauffeur didn't take her home, but to her aunt's (and then the poor man had to deal with a young girl sobbing so hard that she threw up in his backseat).
in celia's eyes, the dna of her parents was merely what she was made of and would never determine who she had to be - her tanned skin and dark deer-like eyes were a gift she could use for success and seduction, but when other leorans complimented her as beautiful or stunning and told her she looked just like her parents, she did nothing more than disregard the words and tried to forget them until the end of the day. she came from a family of influence, and all the sweet-talk and words would never lure her into bad deals and tricky contracts - she wasn't only her parents daughter, but a person on her own (and if she could get rid of all the people reminding her that she had to face her mother's face whenever she looked into the mirror, she would without a second thought).
while she struggled to get along well with her aunt at first, she often went to visit marina - it was the fisherpeople that brought her the most comfort in her time of grief. the girl never cared if it was healthy to mourn for a long time, she only cared about touching the waves and water whenever she was on a boat that made her feel like touching her parents and being close to them again. her mother's second lesson was something along the lines of always stay loyal to yourself and don't mind the nonsense other's have to say about you, and that lesson she followed even more passionately than the first one.
after overcoming her grief, looking in a mirror started to feel easier (especially since her face changed a lot in her teenage years) and the now barely noticeable similarities were never pointed out again. though she never lacked acknowledgement or safe spaces, she grew up to be a hardworking and determined woman, finding her place within all the leoran engineers and manufacturers. it's weapons that she specialized on, after following her aunt's footsteps and spending most of her years as a hunter, training her mana the best she could. she dreams of re-joining the hunters someday, after a severe injury has left her left leg scarred and slightly limping ever since an incident some time ago. the now taller and older woman knows that healing and re-training takes it's time, so she does her best to provide her former colleagues with the weapons and gear they need, as she does exactly that, taking her time.
the arrival of the collective takes her by surprise, but the recently turned scales highgold is largely amazed by the new weapons they brought with them and has for now welcomed the expatriates with open arms - for now.
the leoran has always used every opportunity for success she was offered and turned out to be more than just cunning and intelligent. she's mostly extroverted, well spoken and raised, barely ever lets her guard down. though she would never admit it, her aunt helped her build who she is now, and if she wouldn't have been so positive about the hunters, she would have never considered becoming one herself.
beware of her combat skills, daggers and arrows - little impulsive, her actions are always thought through. celia is competitive, judges everyone she meets and used to be a little power-hungry here and there, but she's mostly thoughtful, kind, passionate and observant.
in addition to that one can say that she breathes nature, research and science and trusts robots and technology more than living creatures. when her aunt has time for her, she visits with tea for meditation sessions. celia sleeps with her curtains half closed so she can still see the city at night, and she can be bribed with gold jewelry, special chocolate desserts and a little gossip here and there. unable to express her emotions correctly most of the time, she's the big gestures kind of woman and will kindly accept a handshake, but never a hug.
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