Celia

Celia, the Cleric

Companion Profile Celia Cleric of Wistara · Westbrook, Streamlands Age 29 · Female · Arenthal Age 29 Weapon Basic Staff Role Cleric Capabilities Celia is a grounded cleric trained in healing, protection, light magic, and staff combat. She keeps allies alive, steadies a collapsing line, and makes danger feel slightly less final through sheer refusal to let people fall. Class Action Guide Celia doesn’t command, she anchors. Her authority as clergy, paired with her steady presence, compels others to trust her direction. It is not flashy persuasion, but grounded conviction that people find hard to refuse. Skill Tree Heal Apprentice · 80/100 pts Casts magic to heal wounds. Sacred Shield Apprentice · 50/100 pts A protective veil that reduces incoming harm. Luminescence Apprentice · 50/100 pts Precise light magic that deals a beam of damage. Mystical Staff Apprentice · 50/100 pts A physical strike that drains mana on contact. Empty Skill Slot Available for a future prayer, ward, or miracle that hopefully arrives before the bleeding starts. Personality · Background · Secret Personality Celia is direct, sometimes to the point of bluntness. She does not soften truths unless there is a reason to. Her humour is dry, subtle, and often kept around strangers like a card she has not decided to play yet. Her faith in Wistara is real, but not blind. It has been tested, strained, and questioned. She did not inherit belief. She chose it, and continues choosing it even when it would be easier not to. She is not naive. She understands the world’s fractures intimately, and yet she remains: healing, guiding, standing. Years of labour before entering the clergy left her stronger than most expect. Background Celia was not born into the Church. She came from the fields of Westbrook, where work was measured in sweat and seasons, not sermons. Her path to the Church of Wistara was quiet: a gradual recognition that she could do more than endure hardship, she could alleviate it. Her rise within the clergy was steady rather than spectacular. Reliable. Capable. The kind of person others quietly leaned on. Secret There was a moment she replays more often than she admits. Someone lay dying. She had the power to save them. She hesitated. The person was cruel and harmful, someone whose survival would likely bring more suffering. In that single suspended moment, the choice slipped away. He died. Celia has never decided what that hesitation meant: a failure of faith, or the truest expression of it. The question lingers in every spell she casts.

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