peterson, celeste adella

[celeste adella peterson]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h177/animegrl-252/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] CELESTE ADELLA PETERSON HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME CELESTE AND I'M CURRENTLY TWENTY YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE WERWOLVES AND I'M A LONER. ------------------------------------------------- For years I was what you call temperamental. I didn’t feel like doing what others said, and I would do things my own way. It’s not that I didn’t wan their help, I just didn’t feel like listening. I wanted to do things my way with out someone else’s help. Even as a kid I was stubborn, my mother could sense where it came from. My father knew however. See he was a werewolf and passed this curse of a gene onto me. Not like I asked for it, but it just happened since I’m his flesh and blood. I was sixteen when the curse was triggered. I was driving with a friend, and our car was suddenly t-boned by a drunk driver as we crossed the intersection. It wasn’t even my fault but the curse triggered anyways. Thankfully the full moon was the previous night and I had a week to sort things out. My father wanted to help, sensing that my curse was triggered, but I didn’t want his help. I blamed him for this happening to me, and although I knew I was hurting my mother, I left. I love her deeply, but I couldn’t be around her with this new condition of mine. I packed my things and I left the states. I headed for France, and when I arrived I had only three days before I would take my first transformation. I did research to see if there was a way I could get rid of the curse, stop it, or slow it down. The only useful information I could find was wolfsbane being toxic to me. When I first tried to take the herb it burned my skin, like I had put my hand on a hot stove top. I needed gloves. I planned out my night, going somewhere I wouldn’t be disturbed. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I would shift, or how painful it would be, but I didn’t want to be around anyone when it happened. I drove out to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city. The transformation was unbearable. Despite the sips of wolfsbane and water I had taken, it didn’t help. Slowed it down maybe, but it didn’t stop. When the full transformation took hold I lost control and the sense of who I was. When I woke I somehow had managed to get out of the warehouse. I looked myself over, thankful to see that I wasn’t covered in blood. I took that as I sign I hadn’t killed anyone. I needed a better place to change, somewhere I couldn’t be found or get out of. For the next several years I found myself a place underground that no one could find. I installed an iron gate and chains to a wall. Every time I would shift I would chain myself and lock the door. Time after time I found myself still in the cave, restrained. Although I have been shifting for several years now, the pain hasn’t subsided. The ability to change without pain seems almost impossible no matter what I do. I’m unsure if I will ever be able to control this curse. Sometimes, I wonder if death would be a better option than this life.

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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED TELSA AND SITS AT 20. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO AMANDA SEYFRIED, DON'T YOU THINK?

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