☆ NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ☆ CELESTE ZHAO the TWENTY-SEVEN year old has been trapped here since 2000. We heard the BARTENDER AT LYNWOOD TAVERN made themselves at home in SUMERSET APARTMENTS. While others around town have gossiped that they are FRIENDLY and DISTRUSTING but maybe that’s what helps them survive here.
bio:
Celeste was raised by her single mother, the two moving to Holbrook when she was just four years old. Her entire life she’d only been told one thing about her father: that the man had cheated on her mother and had abandoned them. And with that being the main focal point of Cel’s relationship with men, she grew up not really trusting them, her mother’s bitter voice always ringing in her head: giving your heart away will always lead to heartache.
But even her mother’s bitterness couldn’t fully shake how sweet of a person Celeste turned out to be. She was one of the friendliest girls in school growing up, always willing to help someone with their homework or give a hand in studying (and sometimes that kindness was used against her, people taking using it to their advantage and making her outright do assignments for her) but as someone who grew up being told she’d been given up, Celeste was willing to take any sort of ‘friendship’ or validation, willing to be a people pleaser if it meant having people in her life.
Especially since her life back home wasn’t exactly as pleasing.
Her mother had turned resentful at losing her husband and her life ending up going nowhere, and at times she even put the blame for it all on Celeste, saying she was to blame for her father leaving them since she’d never been a planned pregnancy. So whenever she was at home, Cel stayed in her room, turning to art as her comfort. What started as doodling as a child turned into a full-on love for all things art. She had a canvas in the corner of her room, paintings and sketches strewn throughout. She’d never be caught without a sketchpad, or without paint stains on her clothes. It was an escape and something that she was truly good at and was hers.
It was last year when she met Campbell--or at least, that she really met him. It’s impossible not to know everyone in such a small town, and know of their reputations. She knew Campbell had been popular in school, knew he had money...and knew he had lots of girls in his life, so really...she should have known better. But Campbell had been nice to her..he’d been sweet and caring. And even though Celeste had only been on casual dates and never really had a boyfriend for more than a couple months as she still had her mother’s warnings stuck in her head, she couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards him. And for the first time, Celeste felt truly wanted. More than that, she actually felt loved and loved him in return. She trusted Campbell with knowing about her life, about her parents, and he accepted all of it- just making Cel fall for him even more.
But despite all her mother’s faults, her words ended up being true. She gave her heart away...and it ended in heartache.
Celeste had been working at the bar one night over the summer when another girl in town (another girl from his past) casually let slip that she’d slept with him. Recently. And despite all she felt for him and how much she wanted to deny it....her mother’s voice was louder in her head, and the fact that her father had done the same to her mother after years together...
The fallout had been ugly, and the way Campbell reacted..how hurt he’d been at her words... But they had to be true...right?
...But even if they weren’t, Celeste hadn’t spoken to Campbell since, the man effectively breaking them up and leaving her. Which..maybe was for the best. Even if she still loved him--and even if she slowly feared that she was just going to end up like her mother: bitter and resentful and alone.
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birthday- september 26th
nicknames- cel, celly
began doodling as a child and it all spun out from there
she often paints at night as the house is quiet. big moon lover
is fluent in mandarin along with english
big believer in crystals and the properties they wield
aesthetics: napkin doodles, worn-in converse, moonlight reflected on the water, sleepless nights lit by candlelight, red wine splatters on hardwood, hair picked up by a paintbrush, crystals hidden in pockets
appearance:
long dark hair almost always picked up
height: 5′5
eyes: dark brown
usually wearing paint-stained clothes (jeans, converse, plaid shirts over tank tops)
she wears glasses to read or when painting.
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