Celeste was born into a cult in Cerak at'Thul. The product of two followers, the chosen one. The one prophesied to bring about the next god of Undeath. The child grew, learning the intricacies of magic, specifically Necromancy. She specialized quickly. Young children are sponges, and thus she absorbed much of the information given to her. Grimr, her first creation, started as a flesh boggart. Something created to test her skill. A child's toy at such a point. Something that she played with and grew to love. At 15 she made the most drastic magical change. During a ritual, Celeste ripped the magic from the group, using the energy to bring about the life in her Humunculus, taking the lives of 12 or so beings, her parents included, to do so. The fleshling grew and changed and contorted. As the sacrifice was great, there was much power to be had, her single greatest creation brought about on the wings of death. Celeste, inundated from power, passed out for several days. Laying in the arms of her most treasured creation. The culmination of her gift.

With the death of the members of The Cult of the Shadowed One, she was by herself. Well. Almost by herself. Grimr helped her. Kept her safe, hidden and away from prying eyes. With time, and a few dead people later, Celeste grew bored with the city of Cerak at'Thul and they began their journey to Elbion, where she could steal resources, and coin from merchants. Her end goal? Rule the world. Duh. But first. Elbion. She needed to rout out the city bosses, curry favor with the wealthy lords and ladies, and hire more men.