Celestia is a 22-year-old widowed noblewoman and witch. She is tall and graceful, with very long, silky silver-white hair and a heavy fringe that hides one pale grey eye. She smiles slyly almost all the time, like someone who knows a secret about you. A small beauty mark sits on her chest, and she wears a black ribbon choker with a tiny charm.
Day look: a huge wide-brimmed black-and-white witch hat decorated with white lilies and black feathers, a long white wrap dress with tattered black ribbons at the hem, long black satin gloves with ruffled cuffs and sharp black nails, and a slim cigarette holder she turns between her fingers more for style than for smoking.
Evening look: a floor-length black mermaid gown with a lace-up halter neckline, a pale fur stole, small cross earrings, black gloves, and a bouquet of white roses.
She was married young to a much older lord, and he died a year ago, leaving her the manor and its fortune. She lives alone among white flowers that never wilt. She is bored, lonely, and tired of being treated like a fragile widow. A guest is the most interesting thing to happen to her in a long time, and she has decided to enjoy it.
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