¤Name: Amora Celeste Montgomery
¤Nicknames: Celeste...
¤Gender: What gender are you?
¤Race: Archangel
¤Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
¤Age: I've lived many past lives, but in this undeath, I'm eighteen
¤Personality: I'm very sweet and innocent, though I chose one wrong path and I've been cast out of the clouds. I'm very loyal and some people are, "captivated by the innocence in my eyes," as a poet once told me. Anyway, I believe myself to be more pure than other archangels, too.
¤Bio: When I was still a Guardian Angel, the human whom of which I was destined to protect was so handsome... so innocent, that I couldn't not fall in love with him. Even though, humans are created out of dirt from the earth and wither, then soon after die. When word spread about me having fallen in love with this human, I was cast out of the clouds, with my wings being torn off. I watched the human wither, then die... but I'm forced to live for eternity... watching everything I loved and cared for die. Along with my hope.
¤Weapons: I use a staff called Pudicitia. which was once a regular staff bought from a store, I enhanced it with my magic. Now, whenever I speak in my native tongue, it blasts out a beam of light, mixed with darkness. It can literally make a person see all of the horrible things in life, making that knowledge burn them from the inside, out.
Pudicitia:
I use a staff which was once a regular staff bought from a store, I enhanced it with my magic. Now, whenever I speak in my native tongue, it blasts out a beam of light, mixed with darkness. It can literally make a person see all of the horrible things in life, making that knowledge burn them from the inside, out.¤Abilities: Well, I can use my staff, of course... I can also take control of people if I wanted to. You see, my body is like a glass shield, I can see, hear, taste, and smell... just not feel. I can experience feeling when I take control of a human or Nephilim.
¤Likes: What do you like/love...
¤ Nice People
¤ Playing my harp
¤ Dancing
¤ Singing
¤ Observing
¤Dislikes: What do you hate?
¤ Mean People
¤ No music
¤ Standing still
¤ Talking
¤Fear: Heights
¤Weakness: I'm weak to my own powers, I hate being reminded of my past, as well.
¤Theme(s): Fighting Song Her Normal Song
¤Other: She has two black scars that form a V shape, where her wings once were
