This is my current little obsession, I'm in love with skulduggery pleasant series, so this is my own character, I've posted a profile and a little piece on her already... but here's some more just because it's in my head and I rather enjoy creating her as a person.
Celestia pushed the ring onto the finger of her left hand, she immediately felt drained and a little bit weaker, but she knew it was necessary. It was a bound ring, it blocked her bodies access to her power.
Her powers were too volatile, by simply moving her hand she could kill someone, she wore it at all times, even in her sleep - the last time she had taken it off for bed was the first and last, she had woken up with blood dripping from the ceiling and a cat carcass on the floor in a bloody pool.
So she never removed it, except for when she needed to fight, like a few minutes ago, Celestia Terror, never lost in a fight, and she tried her very hardest not to kill anyone either. Her magic required so little thought, so little effort that no one could beat her, she didn't get into fights much, so she hadn't made a name for herself in that aspect, for which she was grateful, she didn't like fighting or making people squirm, but it was necessary, and she was good at it, she could make someone elses knees weak with fear even when she was terrified, she could make them scream before she even took her ring off. She didn't enjoy it, she was haunted at night by nightmares and visions, sometimes she awoke, vision blurred with tears with her lip bleeding from where she had bit it in her sleep.
The horror of what she could do generally drove her away from people, she was young and attractive, so people weren't afraid to go near her, but Celestia was afraid to go near people, to hurt or maim someone innocent, was something she would never do consciously.
Celestia pushed the ring onto the finger of her left hand, she immediately felt drained and a little bit weaker, but she knew it was necessary. It was a bound ring, it blocked her bodies access to her power.
Her powers were too volatile, by simply moving her hand she could kill someone, she wore it at all times, even in her sleep - the last time she had taken it off for bed was the first and last, she had woken up with blood dripping from the ceiling and a cat carcass on the floor in a bloody pool.
So she never removed it, except for when she needed to fight, like a few minutes ago, Celestia Terror, never lost in a fight, and she tried her very hardest not to kill anyone either. Her magic required so little thought, so little effort that no one could beat her, she didn't get into fights much, so she hadn't made a name for herself in that aspect, for which she was grateful, she didn't like fighting or making people squirm, but it was necessary, and she was good at it, she could make someone elses knees weak with fear even when she was terrified, she could make them scream before she even took her ring off. She didn't enjoy it, she was haunted at night by nightmares and visions, sometimes she awoke, vision blurred with tears with her lip bleeding from where she had bit it in her sleep.
The horror of what she could do generally drove her away from people, she was young and attractive, so people weren't afraid to go near her, but Celestia was afraid to go near people, to hurt or maim someone innocent, was something she would never do consciously.
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