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*Celest has been thinking upon what Skyly said when he entered the door. He has his reasons for hiding his nature. He doesn't want people to like him simply because of how he looks. He knows human nature well enough to know that his Celestial beauty has brought false friends. How could these people be any different. Celest listens, and he listens well, to the story Skyly gives. The tales of Nails and Nika are no different. Celest listens, but he doesn't hear anything of promise towards revealing himself. The only thing he worries about, if one can call it that, is that Nika might smell his true nature. The deathclaw is no different. He know the nature of them all, and the Elan Skyly proves his point. He must admit, however, that he is actually curious if it's his Elan or Celestial nature that has attracted the young psion.*

*After thinking on those things, he hears Skyly nearly spill the word Celestial from his lips. Celest smirks at this; though, his face is shrouded by the shadow of his hood. His glowing, plantinum eyes and sparkling, plantinum hair show the part of his nature he can't hide. Celest glances at each individual gathered before standing. He stands like a monk, hands hidden within the sleeve of the opposite and hood shadowing his face. His robes drape the floor beneath him, hiding his bare, clawed feet.*

My name is Arvrue Sja`sja Farue`parsha, Great Child of Love from the Family of Destiny. It's a rough translation. You may call me Celest.

*Celest is sure he'll see gawks at his name, said perfectly in the form of Celestial he learnt from his father. He's sure none in this room could ever pronounce it correctly, even after hearing it. It is too delicate for most tongues. It is also a form of Celestial he's sure has never fallen upon the ears of this world. Joints can be heard cracking as Celest stands his full height, easily towering over most at nearly eight-foot. His glowing eyes traverse the room once more as strands of sparkling hair drape out of his hood. When he speaks again, there is a strange aire of importance.*

I am what is called an artifactcaster. That being said; my skill with my dual-bladed knives is nothing and meaningless.

*Celest brings his Artifact Pistol, Soul Bearer in the common, to bear in a quick motion. It seems to be in blinding speed, but any can tell, with a quick glance, that his forefinger is not upon the trigger. One might also be able to tell that the gun isn't even loaded...upon closer inspection. It looks to be a "one-shell" model which many consider horribly inefficient. Celest holds he gun in a non-threatening manner as he knows his clawed, right hand is revealed to the entire group.*

As Skyly, I am also psionic in nature. I am a bit wanderlost; I suppose. I look for allies...friends, and even a woman, who can like me for...who I am rather than...how I look. Skyly. I keep no secret to cloud my abilities. I keep only those secrets that would cloud the judgements of others once known.

*Celest's long, slender form haunches, once more, as he holsters his Artifact Pistol. Soul Bearer almost seems happy to be at rest, once more. A buldge can be seen at the back of his clothing as he repositions his wings. He's found himself uncomfortable, and it's taking a while to find that one, key spot, again. After a moment, he relaxes the muscles of his wings, and the buldge disappears. He seats himself again and looks around as if pleased that he told much without revealing too terribly much.*