Catherine Delavan

| Age of Appearance: 27 | Date of Birth: August 14, 1919 | Actual Age: 98 |

| Located: Evermore City, Colorado | Status: Immortal | Born: Chicago, USA |

| Species: Celestial |

| Distinguishing Marks: Mark of the Leo Constellation |

| Faceclaim: Claire Holt |

Darkness. Darkness was how everything started, the absence of any form of light. There was no feeling, no light, no emotion, no memories, nothing. Then, out of nowhere there was warmth. Warmth was soon followed by a warm glow somewhere at the center of everything. The warmth grew to a strong heat, the light growing as well until it was blinding, the heat burning. Then, just as quickly as it had all started, it was over.

Catherine Delavan opened her eyes and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the drkness of her surroundings. She was sitting in a fair-sized crater, naked and cold, and had no memory of anything other than her name. She unsteadily rose to her feet, wrapping her arms around herself and looked for for something, anything that might tell her where she was or what had happened to her. In the distance she could see the strong glow of city lights, a small blessing. At least she didn’t have far to go to find civilization.

Even in her disheveled state, Catherine was a woman to behold. Her eyes were bright and immediately caught anyone's attention if they failed to notice the general glow or brightness that seemed to linger over her porcelain skin. Needless to say, when the young woman reached the outskirts of the city and knocked on the first door she came, the woman who opened the door had no issues with bringing the lovely stranger into her home.
Catherine stayed as calm as she could on the outside while inside she was churning with confusion and fear. The elderly woman that had become her rescuer offered her clothing from her younger days to wear and Cat accepted it gratefully. Deloris, the elderly woman, offered her home to the brunette. Cat wanted to refuse but also knew she had no other option right now. So, accepting the humans offer, Cat promised to find work so that she could pay Deloris back for all her kindness. Deloris’s husband has passed away earlier that year so the senior was happy for the extra company and was eager to keep Catherine around for as long as she could. It wasn’t long before she became like a daughter to the old woman.

Time seemed to pass so slowly for Catherine. She was in the city of Chicago where the nightlife was bright, loud, and beautiful. Always finding herself more alive and awake at night, she easily found work at a local lounge as a singer. She quickly became the businesses pride and joy, drawing in the customers like no other singer before. She tied the rise in customers to her rich, sultry voice, but her managers seemed to suspect something else. People seemed drawn to her and Catherine was a naturally kind, compassionate person. Every patron that came up to meet her after shows was greeted with a warm, sincere smile and always felt comfortable talking to the brunette beauty.

Naturally a quiet and timid person, Catherine seemed to come alive when she sang and performed. She loved talking to everyone that came to see her and hearing their stories. Money was of no concern to her and most of what she earned went to helping Deloris. She was happy to spend her days off helping the senior around their home. It wasn’t a large house, but with Cats help, it was soon bright and quaint. Times were hard in Chicago and it seemed people and businesses were never too far away from losing everything. But, somehow, Cat and Deloris were doing well.

She had been at the lounge several years when a different crowd came in one night. They were all dressed in dark suits, their eyes shadowed and faces grim. They sat near the back, smoking and drinking late into the night and Catherine couldn’t help but feel frightened as she felt their eyes on her. She left the lounge in the early hours of the morning, the skies still dark, and she had never walked home so fast. It wasn’t until she got home and locked the door securely behind her that Cat felt safe. Little did she know that safety was about to be shattered forever.

She worked her shift the next night, the lounge filled with the regular patrons and none of the mobsters from the night before. The night seemed to fly by and before Catherine knew it she was walking home. The house was dark when she got home, the porchlight off as well which was odd since Deloris usually had it one for her. She unlocked the door, entering her home and turned on the lights. As she turned, she was greeted by the sight of little Delores's body. She was dead. Cat dropped to her knees, cradling the sweet old woman's head in her arms.

It was after several moments that a voice finally spoke up from the shadows of the living room. “She lived a long, happy life. She died well,” a man said as he rose to his feet. Her face red and tear-stained, Cat looked up at him and for the first time ever felt absolute rage. “Why? Why have you done this? She was innocent!” she screamed. The man chuckled and shook his head. “You do not know what you are, do you?” he asked. Catherine didn’t answer him, looking down into the face of the woman that had become like a mother to her. Before she could really get a chance to say goodbye, she was ripped from Deloris and her home.

The man was Clinton Carmichael, a leader of the Chicago mafia. It was from these gangsters and thugs that Catherine learned who and what she truly was. She was a fallen star, a creature of light and magical power that had the ability to turn back time should she want to as well as various other things. The mafia was filled with members of different species. Supernatural species were naturally drawn to the stars more so than normal humans, the magic calling to them. The mafia was always looking for stars to capture to hold onto in case they ever needed the stars time abilities.

At first, Catherine swore she would never help them, that she didn’t even know how to use her magic. But the pureness of her soul was her greatest weakness and the mafia knew it. They brought in innocent people, women and children and threatened to kill them if Cat didn’t practice and train with her abilities and swear to help them. Eventually, she conceded and promised to do as they wished.

Life with the mafia could have been a lot worse. Catherines sweet and kind nature immediately made her a favorite among the gangsters and they were kind to her. But at the end of the day, the star hated that she was part of a group that did terrible thing. It made her sick inside and steadily, she began to shut down. She turned off everything that had made people fall in love with her so easily until she became nothing a shell that did magic when called upon. It was in this state, after many years, that she was found by Ophelia.

Ophelia, along with members of what Cat would learn to be the Ailward Guard, arrived one night. Catherine was in her room, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above when she heard sounds of fighting break out. It was quickly over, most of the mafia members on site left unconscious but otherwise unharmed. Ophelia came into her room and Cat could see the sadness in the other womans eyes as they fell on her. Was she truly so pitiful now? Ophelia explained who and what she was, that her and Catherine were kin in a way, sisters of the same species and that she was here to help, to take Cat away from that terrible life.

Catherine left with Ophelia and the members of the Ailward guard and was brought to the Aisle of Skye where she was taught and tutored by others of her kind and life was good again. She eventually recovered a little, light returned to her eyes and she smiled and laughed again. Although she was much more reserved than before, she was happy. But it was not meant to last…

There was a betrayal. A member of the Celestials, as they had come to be called, betrayed everyone within their faction and within the Ailwards and destroyed everything they had worked towards. Catherine wasn’t even aware anything had happened until it was too late. She had been in the library, relaxing and reading when, without warning, members of the Ailward guard came in and suddenly there was nothing but darkness.

She hated the darkness, it frightened her. She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, whether it just a few hours, days, weeks, or years. She slept most of the time, waking only to eat food that was brought to her by a guard member once a day; enough to keep them alive but too weak to cause much of a fuss. According to some of the other stars that were imprisoned near her, Ophelia was still at large. Everyone whispered and talked, wondering when their leader would come back for them. And so they waited…..

Catherine fell back into the silence and shell-like state she had been while imprisoned by the mafia back in Chicago and again, this was how Ophelia found her. The Isle was devastated and completely destroyed and Cat was in awe. She had no idea the kind of power that the stars truly had. Looking to Ophelia again, she knew she would follow that woman anywhere. So as talk moved to the future of the Celestials and the decision was made that they needed to band together again and show a strong front, Cat was more than happy to follow.