HPM: Sister Cele

Height: 5'4"

Body Style: Frail, some curves

Birthday: January 14th

 

Home island: Amusement Archipelago

Job: Nun

Shop name: Fellowship of Arceus the Divine

• Hand crafted religious charms

• Miracle Potions

• Confessional Booth _{( Weekdays from 6am to 9am, and 5pm to 10pm )}

• Accepts donations

 

Pet: Furfrou

Pet name: Arch

Pet Gender: Male

 

Diligent, focused, yet wandering.

Cele is a woman who works hard for her church. She tends to focus on her work and prayer so much she can miss when someone speaks to her. Often times ignoring them unless she is touched. Yet, when she has free time, her mind tends to wander. It dances with thoughts of varying subjects. Do her socks match today? Of course they do, she only has black socks!

Her free time is also when she's most alert, for it is usually when she's absently cleaning, or awaiting a soul in need. She is lenient and kind towards others, often eager to assist them should they need it. And yet she is gullible, accepting others' words for true, even if they are lying or over exaggerating. This nun also has a hard time playing a good guest. Too often she will be on her feet helping with meals, or cleaning, instead of laying back.

Cele will dish out compliments, or advice she considers helpful, and though she may feel jealously or anger at times, she has the self control of many years of training to not display it openly. Later she will be found praying for Arceus to forgive her for such sinful emotions. And on extremely rare occasions, when she loses control of herself, she may feel vengeful. These are the moments where she will quietly smile and nod, but perhaps you will find yourself with a nasty stomach cramp from poison powder later on.

Interestingly enough, when Cele grows weak and tired, when she grows faint, she may lose control of herself and succumb to the needs of her fungal parasite. The beast within momentarily consuming her motions, driving the woman to seek and devour loads of sustenance to provide more energy to the fungi so more spores can be produced. It may also act defensively should its host, Cele, find herself in a dangerous situation in this puppet state. When Cele is like this, she usually remembers little to nothing that the parasitoids makes her perform.

 

History: 

Cele was born into the world from two usual parents. The sweet, young, religious couple starting a tad late in their child production in their mid 30's, for the two were Parasects, both parents haunted by a fungal parasite since birth. Yet, finally they came to the decision to bring life into the world. Frail and not quite the most rich family, hanging near the lower middle class by a string, the two bookstore owners found themselves in a delivery room on a cold January day. Small flurries of snowflakes lazed beyond the window as Myrtle was brought wailing into the world.

Myrtle grew up strong and healthy, an active child who tore through the bookstore as she played with her toys. Yes, she too had contracted the fungal parasitoid, but it had not begun to drain her energy yet. But, by the age of three, it had begun to drain her parents. They should have had their child younger, Myrtle could hear them talk at times, not understanding what they spoke of as she flipped through amusing pictures books. But it was too late to change what had come, and soon Myrtle's father had been hospitalized. He was too weak to help out the store. The man too frail to leave a bed for long. Yet, even with his disability, he would be allowed to lay in the comfort of their home above the book store, a doctor visiting them monthly to check on his condition. 

Myrtle would amuse her father when she could, for she always had important business, such as taking care of the stuffed pokedolls for sale downstairs, or starting preschool. But sometimes, when she was done with her toys, or when she had finished writing a clumsy sentence, she would crawl upstairs to her father and listen to him read a story she had picked out. Many times he would pick a story for her as well. A single book he would read from every night to his sweet young girl. A book of Arceus and the Gods. Of all the stories in the book, Myrtle loved to hear the tales of Entei and Arceus the best. And after the story was done, he would remind his daughter to pray to Arceus as her mother came to take her to her room and tuck her in.

And to Arceus she would pray. She would talk to the god, tell Arceus of her day at school, of what friends she had made, and what games they had all played. She would tell Arceus of what her father had read to her that night, and she would pray that her father would get well. 

However, when she was 5, her mother had begun to slow down as well. Her eye sight was going, and her glasses seemed to grow thicker every few months. Sometimes Myrtle would catch her mother asleep at her desk, cards that needed organizing falling to the floor or being messed about. And her mother has noticed this too. She no longer had the energy to keep up with her daughter. They took shorter, and shorter walks with each other in the falling light before dinner. And for several evenings, after Myrtle was tucked away in bed, she and her husband would talk, for soon she, too, would not be able to move about as she pleased, and Myrtle was still too young to take care of them. So they talked, and they talked, and finally, after dismissing all their relatives, it was decided they would place their daughter in the hands of Arceus, the one true being they trusted most. She would be safe in the sisterhood. She would grow up well, devote herself to Arceus, and never have to worry about being alone. 

It was the next night, after her bed time story, that her parents told her of what was to happen. That she would be joining Sister Zapa in the morning to her new, and honorable home. 

And, as any child should be, Myrtle was saddened by this, not understanding as her parents explained their fading health. Yet she was told that night to pray to Arceus, as always. And to Arceus she prayed, with tears in her eyes, and begging that she should not be pulled away.

Yet despite her prayers, she was taken in the morning with damp eyes as her frail parents watched her and the sister go.

Myrtle had worries, she had sadness, but the sisters were there, and so was Arceus. There were only 3 other girls in training at the moment, five sisters, and the mother at their town's church. The other girls were older than her, but they were kind, clearing her tears and assuring her that the path of Arceus would be kind to her.

And it had been. The classes were tougher, the sisters more strict than her parents. She struggled at first to keep up with what was required, how she was to walk, when she was to pray. Many times she had to ask Arceus to forgive her of her sins before all the eyes and ears of the trainees and sisters, and before the stiff mother. But in a few months she fit in well, and at night she still spoke to Arceus of her day, and of her parents.

Years would pass, the young Paras growing into a young 18-year-old woman. And with age came ceremony. Yes, she was old enough now, she had learned how to make stained glass, she had learn to make herbal remedies, and she had done more days of charity work and prayer than she could ever count. She knew every line in the book of the gods, she knew the delicate balance they had set up, and she knew she was meant for this life.

But the ceremony would be difficult, for she would have to give up one thing. Her entire being. Myrtle would have to give up her past, her family, her desires, and her name. She was offered the chance to head out into the world on her own, to keep who she was, and to keep her memories. She was allowed to see her parents again, the two beings cared for by a niece. But, what would Myrtle do out in the world? She had grown up helping in the gardens, talking to Arceus several times a day, and helping those in need. 

This was the life she knew now, and, after a conflicting day, Myrtle decided she was ready for the ceremony to become a nun.

And down to the alter she walked, her sisters outlining the sides, the mothers reading the sacred words as Myrtle knelt to pray. And once the words were done, she was granted her new name. From now on she would be Sister Cele, her name derived from Celebi.

Years of training, years of work, and she was finally a nun, a devoted woman of Arceus and his gods. 

And so her years as a sister continued until she was 25. One day the mother called upon her, Sister Cele coming in no hurry, as was a nun's way. And once she entered the study, she was told of an island that had only a pastor to guide the villagers. An island that had queer activities with many gods. It was here she was to be sent to an old, ancient church. Cele would be given enough money to repair the place and feed herself for some time before she would have to trust in the people and Arceus to survive.

And Sister Cele accepted, starting her travels three days later for the island of Amusement Archipelago. And to the old rundown building she arrived, walking into the church. It was layered in dust, only a few benches remaining, and beneath the alter stand laid a scruffy furfrou, the beast defensive at first but soon accepting of the kind woman. 

• Making stained glass artwork

• Crafting miracle potion

• Cooking bland foods

• Her Miracle Potion is truly made from the mushrooms on her back. While disgusting, she tends to keep this secret ingredient a secret. The potion is said to bring stamina to the consumer. Cele hopes to one day have her own Paras so she may harvest its mushrooms and make her potion less gross.

• Cele wishes she were taller so she could be closer to Arceus. And often time she praises people for their grand height. Though never is she jealous, at least, not openly.

• Due to the controlling nature of the fungus, rather than Cele wanting to rid her self of the parasitoid, she is protective of the fungi. The parasite inside her driving her to keep the fungi growing strong beneath the darkness her robes.

• Cele takes things at her own pace. Nuns are not to hurry, but are expected to be on time. So if you expect her to race, it is unlikely to happen. This is also because running can be very draining as her body supports her parasitoid. 

• Due to her upbringing in the church, it was rare to have savory foods. Most of the foods Cele learned to cook were bland. Bland gruel, bland bread, bland porridge. If she was lucky, perhaps a tad bit of honey could grace any one of these delicious meals. However, if you are her guest, she will pleasantly serve wine stored away for guests, and even add honey to these humble foods!

• More often than not, Cele will consider gifts as donations to her church, never quite to her person.

• Unlike most people's teeth, the top lateral incisors of Cele are similar to her canine's, being just has pointed and sharp. In addition, her canines are actually sharper than a normal beings. 

• Aromatherapy - For a calm healing aroma throughout her church~

 

Cele, art (c) me

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