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╰ ❛ 💉 — › miranda otto. cis-female. she/her. ╯ have you met celeste white yet ? this fifty year old taurus has been living in the seattle area for one month. she makes a living as head of general surgery, which is best suited for their cunning, protective, egotistical, and stubborn personality. dream a little dream of me by doris day is one of their favorite songs.

trigger warnings: abuse, alcoholism, misogyny, adultery, age difference, divorce, estranged parents

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: celeste adella white

Nickname(s): you’ll call her celeste and like it

Age: 50

Date of Birth: april 30, 1970

Hometown: manchester, england

Current Location: seattle, washington

Ethnicity: white (english, german)

Nationality: english

Gender: cisgender female

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Orientation: queen of the sapphics, but pansexual (believes sexuality is fluid)

Status: divorced, single

Religion: agnostic

Political Affiliation: liberal leaning

Occupation: head of general surgery (specializes in minimally invasive & robotic surgeries)

Living Arrangements: lives alone and will not tell you where she lives but you can bet it’s bougie af

Language(s) Spoken: english, german

Accent: english

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: miranda otto

Hair Color: red

Eye Color: green

Height: 5'5

Weight: 128 lbs

Build: slim

Tattoos: nope.

Piercings: ears

Clothing Style: bougie most of the time

Usual Expression: pursed lips, scowl, something that says...I’m disappointed

Distinguishing Characteristics: her smile, when you get to see it

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: none.

Neurological Conditions: n/a

Allergies: none.

Sleeping Habits: she sleeps on her freaking back like HOW people do that, i’ll never know, but the gal does

Eating Habits: she’ll eat whatever ends up in front of her

Exercise Habits: she’s up every day at 4 or 5 am to do something physical

Emotional Stability: i don’t know her

Sociability: very skeptical of people, often judgemental, but she can be kind and hold a conversation at times; she’s used to people wanting to talk to her

Body Temperature: runs cold yet often wears outfits she’ll definitely be cold in

Addictions: none.

Drug Use: not really (still stress smokes sometimes it’s not great)

Alcohol Use: oh yes...oh yes. she’s that person that has a bottle of really nice scotch in her bottom desk drawer with two empty glasses.

PERSONALITY

Label: tbd

Positive Traits: cunning, protective, fierce, poised, skilled, brilliant

Negative Traits: egotistical, stubborn, judgmental, competitive, cold, closed-off

Fears: fears are for wimps

Hobbies: who has the time for hobbies

Habits: drinking, writing people off, holding grudges :)

FAVOURITES

Weather: give her a brisk day

Colour: any deep red

Music: something classic, on a record player preferably

Movies: old movies

Sport: tennis

Beverage: scotch, black coffee

Food: tbd

Animal: cats and only cats

FAMILY

Father: oscar white

Mother: lucille white

Sibling(s): annabelle white

Children: bella peterman

Exes: clifford hughes (ex-husband #1), daniel peterman (ex-husband #2), lilith baxter (on again, off again girlfriend)

Pet(s): prince the black cat

Family’s Financial Status: wealthy

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: taurus

MBTI: entj

Anything Else:

BIO

tl;dr: abusive father, quiet mother, distant sister; two failed marriages; daughter who hates her; VERY accomplished surgeon (studying under Ellis Grey for a bit), then doing her own research; particularly influential in the field of minimally invasive and robotic surgeries (well-known award winner); fucked lilith

Celeste White was born to Oscar and Lucille White in Manchester, England. She was born a few years before her sister, Annabelle. The four lived in a large house, Celeste’s father being the beneficiary of her late grandfather’s successful business. Of course, Oscar couldn’t manage anything, let alone a successful company.

Their house was a cold place to grow up. (TW alcoholism, abuse) Celeste’s father was constantly drinking, and when he wasn’t drinking, he was screaming at someone to get him more to drink. Her mother was a quiet woman, constantly living under the thumb of her father. He was most definitely abusive, although he mostly kept that out of their eyes. But Celeste knew, and she grew to resent her mother for what she saw as weakness. Annabelle tried to pretend it wasn’t happening at all.

Celeste hated her father from a young age, always challenging him. He was a bastard (her words), and she let him know it. His reactions were often volatile. He wasn’t afraid to push around his kids, pull them by their hair, or hit them when provoked enough. And verbally he was a nightmare. He never paid it much mind after an altercation, but Celeste remembered everything. Especially how he would pit Celeste and Annabelle against each other. It prevented them from growing close as sisters.

Celeste left the family at age 17, heading to the University of Oxford to begin her education. It was there she completed a six-year medicine program, and then she continued on in London for a few years to perfect her craft. During her schooling, Celeste met Clifford. She was barely 19 years old when she agreed to marry him. (TW age difference, misogyny, abuse) Clifford was 31 when he married Celeste, and their initial romance quickly curtailed into a mess of a marriage. They fought constantly. He threw countless insults at her. His hatred of women became clear. Celeste was doing very well in her school, excelling in her medical studies, but Clifford was failing in his business ventures at every turn. He began to drink and became quite the son of a bitch (her words). Their marriage ended with both of them engaging in a volatile fight. She divorced him once her training was done, deciding to move to the states the first moment she could.

Celeste was 26 when she moved to the U.S., securing a job at Mass General Hospital. Celeste wasn’t overly crazy about the states, but she found working at the hospital to be enlightening. She started working under Ellis Grey. She was a hard woman to be around, but Celeste adamantly enjoyed learning from the other woman. She worked with her as she eventually won her a second Harper Avery award. Feeling inspired by the woman’s influence, Celeste began to engage in research of her own.

Celeste was 29 when she met Daniel Peterman. Daniel was a professor of medicine, and Celeste was enamored with his kindness and warmth. They were dating about 6 months when Celeste found out she was pregnant. She’d never wanted children. She even considered not having the child, but it turned out she was too far along to consider such choices.

Celeste had to halt her research to give birth to her daughter, Bella. Looking at the tiny baby in her arms, Celeste really did fall in love. Possibly for the first time ever. She and Daniel were married soon after.

Being in the U.S. soon became tiresome, so Daniel and Bella moved with Celeste back to London where she began to, once again, engage in her research. Celeste wrote numerous papers, many notable to her peers. She was becoming a very well-known surgeon, but her time away from Daniel and Bella was waring on them. Daniel would become more and more irritated that Celeste was more married to her work than him. He began to have numerous affairs outside of their marriage. To get back at him, Celeste did the same. Their marriage became more about the battle than their lives together. Bella was often caught in the middle of it all, but her Dad was more present in her life. Although Celeste tried, Bella began to openly favor Daniel.

Celeste and Daniel finally started their divorce proceedings when she was 39 years old. Bella was barely 10. Their divorce was bitter and angry. They fought over every scrap, including Bella. Celeste was able to maintain shared custody, but that wasn’t really the way it ended up playing out. Bella fought her at every turn, always wanting to go back to her father when she was with Celeste. For years they were at odds. Celeste loved Bella deeply, but she also loved her work. As Bella became a teenager, she eventually just stopped fighting and let Bella choose. Bella, of course, chose her father.

Celeste fell into her work, possibly producing even some of her best. She expanded her specialty to include minimally invasive and robotic surgeries. Celeste single-handedly changed the game with her research, becoming the face for minimally invasive techniques and robotics in surgery. When she was 45 years old, Celeste was awarded the Lister Medal by the Royal College of Surgeons of England (and countless other awards throughout her career).

She even tried her hand at teaching. Although she was not always the easiest person to learn from, Celeste found herself quite taken by Kassandra. They formed a bond during their time working together, and while she’d never fully admit it, Celeste enjoys mentoring the girl. One of her soft spots.

Celeste never had the desire to marry again, and she wasn’t concerned with love of any kind. Just loving. Her sexuality was something she always felt encouraged to explore. Although she’d only ever married men, there were women and other folks she’d had affairs with over the years. She much preferred women, if she was being honest.

Celeste met Lilith Baxter through her work and found the woman to be seductive and sensuous. They were on and off again, but Celeste quite enjoyed when they were on. They weren’t a perfect duo...two dominating personalities never were, but Celeste did think about Lilith. More often than she should.

It occurred to Celeste as she was turning 50 that she had accomplished a lot, but retirement was nowhere close to where she wanted to be. Upon hearing of the opening in Seattle, Celeste decided to once again venture to the states. She asked Bella to move with her, but her daughter ignored the offer. They barely speak these days, which breaks Celeste’s heart. Celeste has won a lot of awards, but she would love to secure the Harper Avery.

PLOTS

y’all know me open to anything

we love a mentee or research assistant, perhaps an enemy to loath, a connection from someone who used to work with her (either abroad or in the u.s. in the past), a connection with one of her ex-husbands, and of course sexy times

#traumaintro #if only hell didn't feel like home ( celeste white. )#hey #tw abuse #tw alcoholism #tw divorce #( character intro. )

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amuelle · 4 years

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Me...him and her...

Saturday night….

I wasn’t moved by her tears. I was moved that I spent my hard earned shekels and put on pants to be here. Sure! I had no plans. I was just gonna sit on my stoep, drink wine, watch the sun set and sing Christina Aguilera songs. But no, my dumb ass was pretending to have a heart and came here only to be mad at myself. I played myself. Urgh…I need to do better with my empathy.

90 minutes before….(Still at home not wearing pants)

My sister: Just go, the girl needs you. She wouldn’t be sending you pictures of herself crying and ask you to come over if she didn’t need you.

Me: If she was really doing bad she wouldn’t be taking pictures. She would just be crying.

My sister: Come on Amo…

Me: I’m not putting on pants or taking off my bonnet or spending my Saturday coddling a grown ass woman…

My sister: Blah, blah, blah….talk, talk TALK…Words, words, MORE WORDS and guilt…

15 minutes later….(In the uber)

I was now on my way to Linda’s apartment. I got there to find her broken hearted and day drinking. I sympathised, poured a glass of wine and made myself comfortable on her balcony. I was here now, I might as well do the Lords work and offer her some comfort.

She started at the beginning. I had already heard this dreadful story of how a man sucked the youth out of her while he slandered his wife. Apparently…he was stuck, they owned everything together. She seasonally went to rehab because she just couldn’t cope without alcohol. It had taken such an overwhelming toll on him that he became a recluse. But one fateful night he pushed himself to go out. He met Linda and was so enamored he wasn’t able to control himself. He couldn’t ignore the spark, it was incredible….so incredible that he would neglect to tell her that he was legally bound to someone else. Only after 3 months of dating would he find the strength to tell her and it took a nose dive from there.

I read the texts, he had been trying to break up with her for months. Like most people she couldn’t get the hint. She was convinced that they had hit a rough patch when in reality, the relationship was in the blender turned up to 6. After this there would be nothing to put back together because the relationship would be MUSH!!!! (Well as much of a relationship as you can have with someone’s husband)

At some point the hints were NOT so subtle. He stopped talking to her for weeks, ignored her calls and then responded only to tell her not to call back. But that day, he had blatantly said exactly what he had been hinting at. The text ended with “Thank you for loving me but I don’t want to do this anymore. I need to be faithful to my wife. Please stop calling, I won’t answer. I wish you well” (BURN!!! It was so fiery I didn’t have lashes or eyebrows after reading that text) It was shocking. My heart went out to her because I had been there once upon a time myself and couldn’t fault her. I’d been in love. Crazy, stupid love and I’m sure someone looking in from the outside thought I needed to get my mind right because I couldn’t be that naive. Trust me, you can be THAT naive.

It was tears and recalling romanticized versions of events, till she turned the evening on its head. I was under the impression she was ready to exhale. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She wanted to hold her breath till she turned blue in the face. I spent two hours of my life talking to this woman. I was sympathetic HOWEVER her inability to see how all of this came from something deeper began to irk me.

There is a time in all our lives when we are not stronger than our demons. I think it’s a phase you can’t pray away and it’s difficult. Your demons will make you act a fool and rip you to shreds. You will live a life that helps you escape your reality but till you face your demons you will be a slave to them. She was trying to convince me she was okay. She suggested we get dressed, head out with another guy she could call. He might want sex and she doesn’t find him attractive so she wasn’t super keen. Then she would start sobbing uncontrollably. I wanted so much to be there for her but she just didn’t want an honest conversation and some advice, jokes and comments on how trash he was. NO she wanted me to be caught up with her in the avoidance and I couldn’t do it…..

THEN…

SHE STARTED UGLY CRYING…

For a second I could not reconcile my emotions. I froze, stuck just looking at her contemplating how she would feel if I just walked back into the apartment. I mustered up all the sympathy I could and leaned over and touched her shoulder. I can be a cold bitch but I don’t kick people when they are down. Eventually. When she had drank all the wine in the house, 5 minuets away from passing out and was in no state to go anywhere. She sat there slurring, talking about how she needs to go out and meet a new man. I was now exhausted and the mood to suffer like this had left me. I couldn’t handle it. She wasn’t ready to be honest about her heartbreak. I wanted so desperately for her to want that honesty with herself. I wanted her to want to be strong, vested in the surety that life happens and she isn’t the victim and she would be ok. That she could rise up and be a forced to be reckoned with but that’s not where she was.

I realised that I was out of my depth here and my struggle with her lack of authenticity made it difficult for me to empathise. Between the bouts of uncontrollable sobbing she would convince me she was okay and after a while I told her she wasn’t and she wanted to argue about it and then sob some more. I couldn’t get why of all the things she wanted. She didn’t want to be HONEST. Or was it that she wanted to heal her way and because it made no sense to me I rejected it? Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to change. I collected the rest of my wine and headed home. I was STILL disappointed that I spent my shekels going there. Worse, that for all those hours of my life I just watched her dance in denial and reject every advance I made to help her crack the façade. No one can be tough all the time. I wrote the book on acting tough, I would know. You can’t call me over in a mess needing support and then choose to be guarded when I arrive, that’s a waste of my time!

Linda and I aren’t really cool any more. That woman is too much work and I’ll be honest, I don’t care enough. Post her melt down she kept saying we should hang out and made plans with me that she never fulfilled. The first time my bitch ass got dressed and waited for her to call, she never did and the apology she gave was not even half ass. It was just ass! The second and third time I didn’t even take off my bonnet or put on pants. She never apologised for doing that to me until she was looking for someone to hang with on one of her needy nights and she called me. I asked her if she was high. She had to be high!!! She proceeded to apologise and wouldn’t you know it, the reason why she never called or let me know anything had a man at the center.

I know I selfishly wanted her to deal with her pain in a way familiar to me but my expectations wouldn’t have mattered if she had been honest. I hate people who lie unprovoked. Its fantastic if you want to lie to me, just don’t fool yourself and have any expectations of me believing you. She thought she was pulling to wool over my eyes and I have to say that was extremely ANNOYING. I’ve concluded that she was a low budget hustler whose currency was attention and for some reason she thought she could run game on me. Unfortunately my ass is old and I have spent the last five years consciously trying to be DRAMA FREE. I’m not parting with my peace for nothing and NO ONE, I suggest you do the same!!!

Bisou…bisou

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