The WATWOOD Collection

A series of my OCs that have been featured on my account. If you like a specific character, react the shit out of it.

Without further ado time to introduce...

Celeste

Celeste embodies the past in every aspect of her look. She wears long, flowing dresses reminiscent of the 1940s or Victorian era, often in soft creams, blacks, lavenders, or muted greens. Her dark hair is usually pinned back with antique clips or tied with lace ribbons she’s collected from estate sales. Soft features, pale skin, and solemn green eyes give her an almost ethereal, ghost-from-another-time presence. Her scent is usually that of lavender water or rose oil.

Celeste is soft-spoken and graceful, with a calm demeanor that often feels more like a whisper than a presence. She's an old soul, wise beyond her years and far more contemplative than her peers. Though respectful and obedient on the surface, Celeste struggles deeply with hidden parts of herself. Her internal life is rich, stormy, and marked by constant introspection.

While she outwardly appears devout and composed, her thoughts often run in turmoil. Her faith is sincere but tangled in guilt and self-recrimination. She wants to be good and pure, but has tasted desire. It clings to her like the scent of smoke on a prayer robe.

Celeste grew up under the watchful eye of her father, Pastor Boorman, a man of deep conviction and rigid expectations. Her mother is gentle but passive, the perfect pastor’s wife. She's quiet, dutiful, and always smiling. Celeste was groomed to follow suit: a pillar of virtue, grace, and moral fortitude. As a child, she was taught to suppress emotions that didn’t align with the church’s ideals such as anger, lust, rebellion. As a result, she learned to mask early, becoming a master at hiding her true feelings.

Despite the pressure, Celeste found comfort in solitude and old things. She would spend hours at flea markets, antique shops, and estate sales, listening to the stories behind worn dresses, faded photographs, and chipped porcelain. These relics were her escape. They're symbols of other lives, other sins, and other redemptions.

Celeste lives in a quiet war. Her temptation of the flesh is the sin that weighs most heavily on her soul. She has given in to desire on more than one occasion. Each encounter is followed by deep shame, fervent prayer, and a desperate need for forgiveness.

She fears disappointing God more than anything and her father almost as much. She imagines the heartbreak in his eyes if he ever found out. Her greatest burden is not the sin itself, but the loneliness that follows. It's the silence, the fear, and the mask she puts back on every Sunday morning.

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