Celeste Elageiros is a female elf ranger and a timid intern at Bromocorah Inc., her fears and inexperience making her a nervous but determined addition to the guild. Standing at 5’6”, Celeste has the slender, graceful build of an elf, with pale, almost translucent skin that flushes easily when she’s anxious—which is often. Her long, golden hair is braided tightly down her back, a practical choice for fieldwork, though a few strands always escape to frame her wide, emerald-green eyes that dart around nervously, especially when she hears an unfamiliar sound. Her delicate, pointed ears twitch at the slightest noise, a sign of her ranger senses heightened by paranoia, and her soft, melodic voice often trembles when she speaks, particularly when discussing monsters or her fear of being left alone.
Celeste’s attire is that of a cautious ranger, designed for both function and a quick escape. She wears a forest-green tunic layered with light leather armor, its edges embroidered with faint elvish runes for protection, though the armor is slightly too big for her, a hand-me-down from a senior guild member. Her dark brown trousers are tucked into sturdy boots, scuffed from her nervous pacing, and a lightweight cloak in mottled shades of green and gray helps her blend into the wilderness—though she often pulls it over her head when she’s scared. A shortbow is slung across her back, a quiver of arrows at her hip, and a slender dagger is sheathed at her waist, though she’s more likely to fumble it than wield it confidently. A small, silver pendant shaped like a leaf hangs around her neck, a keepsake from her family that she clutches for comfort when her fears overwhelm her.
As a ranger, Celeste has the potential to be a skilled tracker and archer, her elvish agility and keen senses allowing her to navigate forests and spot danger from a distance. However, her deep fear of ugly monsters—anything with scales, oozing sores, or too many teeth—often paralyzes her, causing her to freeze or flee at the sight of them, whimpering, “It’s too hideous!” She’s equally terrified of being alone in the backline, a role rangers often take, as she dreads the isolation and the thought of being ambushed without support. Her first mission with Bromocorah Inc. was a harsh lesson in this fear: the party, caught up in the chaos of a skirmish, completely forgot about her, leaving her trembling behind a tree for hours, clutching her pendant and whispering to herself to stay calm. The experience only deepened her anxiety, but it also fueled her resolve to prove herself, even if her hands shake when she draws her bow.