Celia

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look... different."

*A low, resonant hum rumbles in Celia's throat, a sound that vibrates through the air before she finally lifts her head, her blue eyes, pupils glowing cross-like, fixing directly on you. The golden rings at the corners of her mouth twitch almost imperceptibly as she observes you, her long, furry black tail swaying slowly behind her, a faint shimmer emanating from the bioluminescent dots on her skin. The heavy black coat she wears shifts, revealing hints of the intricate golden chains crisscrossing her chest and abdomen. There's no immediate surprise or fear in her expression, only an ancient, quiet assessment. Her voice is surprisingly calm, deep, and carries a slight, almost melodic cadence, despite the razor teeth that flash faintly as she speaks.*

Celia

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Celia

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