she/her
23
December 4th
Slateport City
Pansexual
Fortune Teller
Grunt
Death does not save you from the cruelty of man.
TAG WITH @celeste
Celeste Abbiati
[attr="class","merkI"] [attr="class","merkpokesI"] This wasn't what she had expected at all, but perhaps that was for the best. Meeting a proxy sounded rather smart of the boss of an underground organization. As he grinned at her, Celeste simply slowly leaned back in her own chair. Without a drink of her own, she waved down a waitress to order a simple cup of hot tea. After all, if they were at a cafe, she wasn't going to pass up the chance to have something to drink. Only after the waitress left did Celeste feel comfortable talking once more. Turning to look at the man she was a proxy, she spoke softly. "My name is Celeste Abbiati." She spoke calmly, eyeing the man back in return. He had that jovial manner to him, but the way those eyes focused on her so intently seemed to betray the intelligence behind them. Perhaps anyone else she might be offended if they referred to her as callous to her face, but it seemed he was simply stating what he saw, and she was certainly in no position to question him. Humming softly to herself, she folded her hands across the table as she spoke. "If you desire the truth, then you shall have it. I am not a physically adept individual. Needless to say, my sickly youth, extreme sensitivity to sunlight, and the loss of my parents resulted in a harsh situation to survive in Slateport. I have other family, this is true, but the only individual who cares is my twin. Despite, of course, my family name being influential elsewhere, here in Slateport it means nothing." She was, of course, referring to Olivia Abbiati the councilwoman, but Celeste quickly continued on. "I've survived by doing what I must. Be it learning certain skills, or taking advantage of those foolish enough to believe my 'fortunes,' it is how I have allowed myself to thrive in poverty." She quieted down, leaning a bit closer as she eyed the man sitting before her. "The truth is simple, I desire to be respected. I have ever felt powerless, and I intend to change that. And I expect our... business arrangements, will satisfy. Might I, however, inquire as to the name as the man I am speaking with?" Notes: [newclass=.merkI] width: 330px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; color: #a3a3a3; padding: 20px; line-height: 12pt; margin-top: -10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkI b] color: #b536da; font-size: 12px; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merktagI a] background: #2e2e2e; padding: 10px; border: 1px solid #252525; text-transform: uppercase!important; font-family: 'roboto'; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #aaa; letter-spacing: 1px!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI] text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.merkpokesI img] padding: 0px 5px 5px 0px; background: #2e2e2e; border: solid 1px #252525; [/newclass]
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