[Celanya]

Full Name: Celanya
Nicknames:
Date of Birth:
Age: 40
Race: Feir'dal
Gender: Female
Hair: Red
Skin: Light brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 4'7\"
Weight: 87 lbs

Place of residence: Driana's room at the Raven Mythic
Place of Birth: Willowood
Known Relatives: Sendrake, son; Kuska, daughter

Religion/Philosophy:

Occupation: Slave
Group/Guild affiliation: Harvest Reborn
Guild Rank: Member
Enemies: None

Likes: Drawing pictures of costumes
Favorite Foods:
Favorite Drinks:
Favorite Colors:
Weapons of Choice: Hands
Dislikes: Being alone
Hobbies: Tailoring

Physical Features: Slight of build. She has a tattoo on her right shoulder of a lily with gilt red letters down the stem in a foreign tongue.

Special Abilities: Speaks 6 languages
Positive Personality Traits: Docile, loving, patient, willing, loyal.
Negative Personality Traits: Extremely naive
Misc. Quirks: Inability to take care of herself.

Played by What Famous Person: Evangeline Lily
Theme Songs: Pretty Piece of Flesh--One Inch Punch

Though she has not disclosed a lot about her past, a few things are known. Celanya grew up being taught to think freedom was the worst thing that could happen to her. She will not disclose who these teachers were, and quite probably does not know how she came into their possession. She spent some time in a prominent house in Freeport with a Mistress, but was thrown out for being creative and drawing without permission. She feels this loss keenly, and is pained when people speak badly of her mistress. She is incapable of taking care of herself and is terrified of misbehaving again.

I could have delt much better with this girl if I had got off my rear and gave a dam, that aside.. she is a strong one, to survive this, and an undiscovered mind. Its a long time sinse I felt this protective about anyone.

I couldn't help but help her when those two were bungling things so badly concerning her. Besides, knitting so many socks gets tiring.

She has talent. Lots of it. I talked to her about her life before coming to the Raven and found she not only is skilled in tailoring.. mmm, exceptionally skilled.. but a designer as well. She has an eye for design and an exceptional style.

She also mentioned skill in other areas, but they aren't important to me, so I don't recall them.

I'd say charm is one of those skills. Many leaped to her aid without question. Even I couldn't resist, despite my vow.. *trails off*

We'll have to wait and see if we can join forces..

\"Thy treasures of gold
Are dim with the blood of the hearts thou hast sold;
Thy home may be lovely, but round it I hear
The crack of the whip, and the footsteps of fear.\"

I don't know what to do with this one. She latched onto me, a frightened girl on her own after so many years of being treated as less than a person. Treated like...a *thing* to be owned, bought and sold. Just a commodity. *snarls* Bastards...

People comment about how well she's been trained. And I, losing hope, see nothing but how well the cretins who did this to her stripped her spirit and left a shell who thinks she has no worth as a person. And the idea of having self-worth frightens her.

I'll do what I can to help, but currently all I'm allowed to do is give her books. Who knows where those books will go when my back is turned and her new \"Mistress\" finds them. Duvessa can order them be given, but there is only so much *she* can do as well.

((quote by Lydia Maria Child, from the song \"The Yankee Girl\" quoted in her book \"Slavery's Pleasant Homes\", 1843 ))

I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted. -- Frederick Douglass

Celanya has no lack of skill or ability, and no idea whatsoever what true freedom is like, or how she would go about using it. If set free now, she would wither and die in next to no time. Those who want her see free imediatly do not believe Jamara when she speaks of the caged bird that refuses to leave its cage when offered. They know no better.

The only cure for Celanya is a firm hand of a mistress, which she knows, dedicating and moving her towards a freedom she can not comprehend.

But in the end, I think she will choose the cage. Everything she has there is warm and comforting. She's lived a relatively charmed life as a domestic slave, compared to ones that toil.

I really hope I can teach her what friendship is, a leason most of us learn in early childhood, she never got the chance to learn. Though I cant let it show, its killing me inside, beacuse I know what needs to be done, and how hard it will be on her and those around her.

If I ever find who did this, they will die, it is that simple. I am not a good person, so I will ware the blood, but if I can help it, no one will have this done to them again.

Zeverai frowned softly, shaking her head as she remembered this girl who seemed more the frightened doe than anything else.

"She's sweet, beautiful, and very docile - very much the perfect slave, much like I once was," she murmured, her eyes distant. "It's a sad thing really, for me, because I see so much of my past in her, and what I would have become had I not learned to stand on my own two feet. Sometimes, though, people want to be dominated. While others insist that the life of a slave is not the best for her, perhaps it is. In the end, it's her decision to become whatever she wants to be, and no one can make her mind up for her. I hope she's happy with what she chooses."