Celeste d'Corbin - The Raven
perpetual darkness and the sweet smell of rotting roses… Darling, dearest, you should have known, I will not stay buried for long.
If you ask her Celeste will claim that she does not know where and when she was born, has no recollection of her life before she was turned. She will tell you that she does not know where her name comes from or who gave it to her. Her mother? Her maker? She picked the other one for herself, the raven. For that is what she is. A raven eating corpses left behind by wolves, holding grudges for generations - too much intelligence sparkling in dark eyes.
She flutters from one place to the next, never standing still for long.
The last time she stood still she lost her heart and ended up in a coffin made out of glass. Her own personal prison.
If you ask her how long she stayed in that coffin, displayed for the hold world to see - a dead angel fallen from heaven - she will tell you. For that she knows, that she remembers, that she will never forget. A hundred years.
And for just as long will she hunt down Pierre's bloodline, destroy them just as they destroyed her. So that the lock around her heart may finally be lifted.
Celeste was cursed by her former lover Pierre and spend a century locked in a coffin made out of glass and silver, dragged around by a traveling circus. Her ghostly form haunted dozens of small villages and cities until she was saved by a young woman, a few years after the Great War.
She spend the roaring twenties first in London and then in Paris before she had her eyes on America. The second world war made her stay in Europe longer as she joined the Resistance and found many a battlefield as the perfect feeding ground.