True to Hecate offspring's stereotype, Celandia has a very enigmatic personality that baffles her peers indefinitely.
Born shortly before the second Titanomachy, Cela has been forced to take on conflicting roles since her toddler days. As a mere toddler, she was a source of hope and comfort for her father. As a child and future heiress of the family estate and business, she was a proper lady in everything, sidelining with swordsmanship lessons. As a teenager, she was a beacon of hate and fear and anger for all demigods, a psychopath, a murderer, and an ally of Kronos. After her mother orchestrated her rebirth, she has become a mix of the last two roles she played out and a little bit of something else.
Coy, mysterious, and manipulative, Cela cannot help but reassert her control over things. She often comes across as cold, holding a steady, indifferent gaze on most matters that do not benefit her. Few know of her past life, and even fewer bother mentioning it, as it is an old thorn on her side. She holds a certain interest for priceless or rare material objects in general, and has a growing collection of them, gained by various unorthodox means.
Precise and prim, most cannot help but feel clumsy, incompetent, and rather intimidated in the young lady's presence. She is impeccably charming when it is necessary, and her unnatural beauty - courtesy of Aphrodite's curse and being genetically superior - proves quite an asset at times, mortals being especially susceptible. Though she often resides in Cabin 20 in Camp Half-blood, she claims to be neutral on the matter of it clashing with the Broken Covenant. Cela doesn't like it when people think themselves higher than her, and the aforementioned tend to get hit by karma earlier than scheduled, which discourages the practice fairly well.
Despite her claims of neutrality and indifferent demeanor, Cela has a soft spot for outcasts, misunderstood people, and people with pasts not unlike hers. She extends a hand of kindness towards the latter if she likes them, but with a price. She tends to lay low currently, but overall is up to date with the most recent happenings, thanks to her anonymous informants. Cela stands proud and tall, and despite her wish for redemption, refuses to directly apologize to people. She favors being realistic over being illogically positive despite having the belief that logic did not control everything. Cela is not above taking things into her own hands if her subordinates prove inefficient, and serenely washes her hands after getting dirt on them. She refuses to resort to killing other human beings unless it is completely necessary, offering an insight to her equally enigmatic past.
Celandia Breen was a name, if evoked, that still sent chills up demigods' spines.
Her father, Adriel Breen, was a dark-haired young man greatly interested in the myths of magic when he met Hecate. He lived in the outskirts of Essex County, Massachusetts. Both had been browsing the same library section, and coincidentally grabbed for the same book. This was pretty common in most demigod histories, but most demigods didn't turn out to be psychopathic serial killers coldly obeying the Titan Lord of Time without a single doubt, did they?
Hecate was quite impressed with Adriel's knowledge of the magic arts, and they went on a coffee date. They didn't expect to see each other again, but they kept bumping into each other in various back-alley bookstores, where the true magic spellbooks did turn up. Adriel, a regularly shy man, finally managed to ge the courage to ask her out on a date once more.
It almost seemed as if Aphrodite had set them up. Every single day Adriel went out, he always bumped into the mysterious green-eyed woman who shared his love for the unknown. Every time they came across each other, they'd go on dates in random places. Tessa, as Hecate introduced herself, wasn't picky. Sometimes they went stargazing, having philosophical debates on astronomy. Sometimes they went out on horse races, pondering the magic of luck and chance. AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW, DUN DUN DUN THEY FELL IN LOVE.
After a whole year of dating, they took things further. After that one blissful night, Adriel never bumped into Tessa again. He was a little heartbroken, but he had already foreseen it. Tessa was a drop dead gorgeous woman, and Adriel was just a magic fanatic. He thought that would be the last he would see of Tessa.
He was wrong.
One starry night, not unlike the night he spent together with Tessa, Adriel heard the doorbell ring ominously and hurried down to see who it was. And lo behold! A few months old baby swaddled in a white blanket lay on the doorsteps, fast asleep. Adriel, having a kind heart, took it inside, ordering the house maid to take care of it. He decided to make inquiries around town the next day, but that was not to be. While he slept, Tessa revealed herself as Hecate in a vivid dream. She apologized, saying that though she did reciprocate his feelings, a goddess simply could not marry a mortal. Hecate told him that the baby's name would be Celandia Algea, and she had bore her as a final, bittersweet gift to her mortal lover. Before Adriel woke up, she warned him that a war was coming - the second Titanomachy - and Cela would be in grave danger.
Adriel woke up, his head whirring with shock and grief, and found a pair of glossy black fingerless gauntlets trimmed with red lying on his bedside table. It seemed to change color every time Adriel looked at it. A note that held the delicate cursive of Hecate's hand read: "λεπίδες εκδίκηση. Gods be with you ~ Tessa"
Cela had quite the childhood. Though her father's family was rolling in the dough, she was not exactly spoiled. Instead, she was trained to be a respectable lady, which she secretly disliked. She did, however, enjoy the nighttime frolics she had, and didn't question the strange requests of her father to get a tutor to train her in the arts of swordsmanship. Though her father did love her with every bit of his heart, his mind was on other things.
The gods were real. This sent him on a never-ending frenzy. He researched the myths day and night, rarely sleeping or eating. By Cela's ninth birthday, Adriel was on his deathbed. With his final breaths, he gave his weeping little girl the gauntlets Hecate had left, only managing to make her promise to take care of herself. And he died peacefully.
Cela continued to be raised by her mortal grandparents. Her grandpa was a child of war, and he regaled her with stories of bombings and hiding. Despite his old age, he helped in Cela's odd training, teaching her sly tricks with a flick of a skilled swordsman's wrist. Cela's grandmother was kind to the young girl, also teaching her the lady things of knitting, sewing, and such trivialities. Cela dearly loved them, but they could never really fill the hole in her life left by her parents. Cela had never known her mother, and her deceased father had told his parents that the woman had died in childbirth, discouraging all kinds of searching.
The young demigod grew up, as happy as she could be. At age seven, when her father was terribly ill, she began to show signs of being a demigod. She was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia, but was undeterred. She persevered through the trials and enjoyed the luxury of reading in her spare time. Her grandmum's training took care of her ADHD, but she still couldn't stay still for extremely long periods of time.
As soon as she had been old enough, she began studying at a prissy private school nearby. Cela was immediately marked as an odd one. The other children taunted her, calling her a bastard child, as Adriel had never married. This didn't bother Cela. She was the one with the beautiful mansion for a house, her own car, her own chauffeur, and a lovely garden to play in. Then the other children decided to step out of line and call her a witch. Big mistake.
At the word, Cela's cool temperament boiled white hot instantaneously. At age eleven, her grandparents had already taught her to not take too much time dwelling on her peers' criticizing. All thoughts of training went out of her mind and a beam of pure magic shot out of her shaking hand, disintegrating a rosebush and causing a nice groove in Erin Castle's hair.
The other kids screamed in terror, thinking Cela had somehow gotten a gun or something, and scattered. A drained Cela wondered what the bloody hell happened just before her chauffeur arrived to take her home from school.
Cela had outgrown monsters by the age of twelve. The monsters didn't outgrow her, however.
After the incident with her magical gun of new hairdos, Cela got expelled from her school. Her grandparents were surprised and a little disappointed, but nevertheless managed to find her another one. It fortunately wasn't as pompous as the old one, and Cela wasn't bullied as much. The unfortunate part was that she encountered her first monster.
Cela had always thought her classmate Johan was a little weird. The latter constantly attempted to bully her, but was put off by a series of dry replies from yours truly. Johan and her little gang of girlies were simply wanna bes, and Cela thought very little of them. Well, until the day Cela was alone with them in the classroom since she'd gotten to class rather early.
Then they started sprouting wings and claws. The tactful Cela thought it practical to run for her life. She was pursued through the halls of her school, followed by what seemed like a flock of talking birds. She'd worn her pretty fingerless gauntlets that day, and as she was chased into an alley, it was prudent to raise her hands in front of her. Cela involuntarily flickered her left wrist, and suddenly there was a shining bronze rapier with a jewel encrusted and leather wrapped hilt. The harpies backed off a little, suddenly aware how sharp the rapier was.
Cela did what she did best - she fought. Her father's odd requests for her to train in the arts of swordsmanship came pretty handy as she deftly skewered the nasty birds that used to be her classmates. The seven harpies disintegrated into dust with a few stabs from her weapon, and Cela stood there, flabbergasted. Another flick of her left wrist and the rapier vanished.
Cela kept quiet on what had happened at school. The Mist worked in her favor, making it seem like Johan and her harpy group had changed schools. The next monster attack resulted in her family horse stables nearly burning down to a crisp. Let's just say a fire-breathing horse decided to disguise itself as a very bright and warm horse and nobody but Cela noticed, and only she noticed because the horse was trying to blast her into cinders.
The caretakers managed to put out the fire before it got any worse. Nobody pointed fingers at Cela, seeing as she was the heiress of the estate, but everyone knew that she was indirectly the cause. One of the stable boys just happened to be a satyr who had sniffed out a demigod at Cela's school. Now realizing she was the demigod, he took her aside as soon as no one was looking, telling her of his suspicions. Cela wasn't a narrow-minded child, but she had her own doubts on his sanity. Finally, Cela agreed to ask at least one of her grandparents on what was going on.
Grandpa Breen ultimately revealed that he was, in fact, clear-sighted. He'd had several demigod friends back during World War II, and he claimed to have known what Cela was the moment she toddled in his sight. He gave her his blessing, and the satyr and Cela set out for Camp Half-blood via car.
Surprisingly, they attracted zero monster attention on the way to New York. The satyr was relieved, telling Cela that that was good, meaning she was one of the "minor" demigods. Upon arrival at camp, Cela was sent to the Hermes cabin to wait to be claimed. She never did. Not in this era, anyway. Cela was one of the demigods who eventually disappeared from camp when it became clear Luke had betrayed their side. She had grown bitter and cold that no matter how hard she trained, only the Olympian kids would ever get any recognition at camp.
Cela frighteningly rose steadily through the ranks of Kronos' army. She was considered just second if not equal to Alabaster, her half-brother, in power. She commanded quite a moderately sized contingent with very few mistakes. She got the reputation of being a cold-blooded murderer who didn't mind getting her own hands dirty with demigod blood. Needless to say, the sound of her name still brought chills to the members of her contingent. Cela didn't discriminate on which side you took.
She was fiercely protective of her half-siblings, proven when she shot Lionel, a son of Hermes, for attempting to kill Risell, a half-brother of hers. Obsessed with winning, the members of her contingent were wise enough to stay clear of Cela's fury.
Cela, to this day, can't speak her spells. The reason behind that is a little complicated.
During a rare occasion, she went on a field mission along with a few of her own contingent members. Unseen by anyone, it had been a set up and they became prisoners of war, but not without Cela killing more than thirty demigods in cold blood. Knowing she spoke some rather powerful spells, her jailers brought justice rather cruelly - by cutting off her tongue. At loss without a major source of her power, Cela was deemed safe enough to be put in a normal cell. Coincidentally (I think not), more than half of the demigods she had killed were children of Aphrodite (What can I say? Wax earplugs are quite the companion for a remorseless psychopath. Or is it sociopath?). The goddess of love flew into a rage upon hearing what had happened. Discovering it was one of Hecate's spawn, she thought up the worse curse she could, and it was actually pretty smart. "As long as you live, you will NEVER speak another word of magic. Even if your damned half-siblings manage to grow your tongue back, none of your knowledge in the arts of that filthy magic will help, because you'll never be able to use them with the sound of your voice. Instead, your words will be coated in honey, and you will break your heart a million times because of it!"
Cela managed to escape (yo, infamous murderer and magic whether or not spoken cannot be contained in a mangy cell), even managing to free the rest of her allies. Once they got back to base, Cela grew a new tongue with the help of some other demigods, but soon discovered that Aphrodite's threats in her dreams had come true. None of her fancy verbiage could even summon a rat's tail. She wasn't deterred, however, instead carving and tattooing symbols into her body to be able to cast spells. However, a huge disadvantage came along with it - if her hands were bound, she wouldn't be able to do any hocus pocus, seeing as the symbols needed her touch to actually do a spell. She still could fight well enough, but now she tended to slit throats instead of blasting energy into people's faces.
Of course, Kronos was defeated. The minor demigods were granted amnesty, but Cela couldn't stand the fact. She continued to wander around with a few of her remaining loyal members of her former contingent, aimlessly looking for somewhere. The gods didn't stop them. Cela lost the will to kill pretty quickly after Kronos was announced to be "dead" in a manner of speaking, and her fellow demigods didn't seem to mean any harm. Nevertheless, a close eye was set on them, and they wandered restlessly across the country.
Hecate knew that even though prohibited, many gods wanted the rebel demigods dead. She feared for her children, and she had the right to do so - she had lost more children than any other god. Generally, she feared for Cela, who had killed blindly during the war. Her suspicions were justified.
Cela and her fellow demigods had been cornered by a pack of hellhounds. It was a long, hard fight but eventually the monsters were defeated. One or two demigods had suffered fatal wounds, and no ambrosia or nectar could save them. Cela watched the life of two of her comrades leave their weeping eyes. The rest were tired and bleeding from small wounds. There was no healer among them. Something in Cela snapped. During the war, she had proved herself a cold blooded murderer. But now? She realized what a fool she had been, taking something so precious from people who didn't even remotely deserve it. As her remaining comrades looked to her for her next commands, Cela lost the will to live. She lay back on the ground, not even bothering to take any nectar or ambrosia. She ordered the others to keep moving, and to leave her there. Naturally, they were shocked, but no reasoning could convince her. A life for a life. She just hoped that her life would be enough for all that she had taken.
She'd suffered many wounds during the fight against the hellhounds, none of them fatal. But she knew well enough that she could die from blood loss if she allowed. Her fellow demigods left, knowing that Cela had made her choice. She was so tired. So tired of all the bloodshed and fighting. Cela carved one last symbol into her body before closing her eyes, waiting for death.
Hecate could not allow this. She'd lost enough children in the war, and by all means, she would not allow her daughter to die like that. Striking a deal with Hypnos, Hecate had Cela fall into a slumber long enough to heal her wounds instead of dying. Her emotional scars, however, were yet to be seen.
Cela woke up finally on December 2014. She was stunned that she had actually survived, and discovered that all her battle scars, even her tattoos, had mysteriously faded. Of course, Aphrodite's curse still stood, and for some reason, Cela was grateful. If suicide could not be the option, she'd choose redemption. It was a little hard to get her limbs moving again, but Cela realized she had not in fact passed out for a day, no not even a week or a month. She'd been in a slumber for YEARS. She was surer than ever that Hecate had had something to do with it.
The town were she had laid down to die had grown into a city while she had slumbered, and luck smiled kindly on the battered demigod. She stumbled across a surprised satyr who accompanied her on the way to camp. The satyr was relatively young, and hadn't really be around during the second Titanomachy, thus not recognizing who she was - or, more specifically who she had been.
It took Cela a long time to get used to the sudden time lapse, but she eventually adjusted. Along the way to camp, the satyr caught her up on the most recent events. They were occasionally attacked, but even the young satyr was astonished at the skill the supposedly newbie demigod displayed in neatly disposing of the monsters.
Cela longed for a fresh start, but easily came to the conclusion that changing her name would only delay the inevitable. If she wanted redemption, she'd have to be clean. To Cela's pure amazement, upon arrival at camp, Hecate claimed her the moment she stepped through the border. Tears of happiness burst forth from her long since unopened eyes - Hecate still cared for her. She also quickly discovered that there now was a cabin for Hecate's children, and that she had many new siblings.
Wary of Aphrodite's curse, Cela stays away from relationships, fully aware that it would just add to her scars. She quickly discovered that saving her life had come with a cost - some spells of magic she used to be able to cast were locked from her, thus rendering some symbols on her body useless.