Neutral, Céline Blain Maeda

[†Céline Maeda†]

†Céline Blain Maeda†

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Name:

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~ Maeda, Céline Blain
( Prefers to be addressed as, ‘Cel’, though she won’t make a scene should anyone call her Celine. )

Age:[/color]
~ 23
( To Cel, everyday should be treated as a birthday. For in her mind, every day she wakes up is a new beginning. Her birthday is on April 1st. )

Gender:[/color]
~ Female
(That is what she grew up being told, so it’s pretty late in the game to tell her otherwise. Though she does wish she was born a male. )

Sexuality:[/color]
~ Bisexual
( Fond of both sexes but finds it in her tastes to lean more so towards the females. )

Occupation:[/color]
~ College student
( Though shes age 23, and has started taking college courses since she was 18, she is currently in the middle of getting her bachelors degree. Only having a total of 3 college years worth of credits under her belt. This is because of her determination in believing that life itself is the best teacher. She is not very willing when it comes to being inside a classroom, but she does somehow pass her classes with average markings. Many probably wonder how such a carefree person should even get by monetary wise, especially when she attends school and yet has no job. Fact is, Cels mother is the current president of a successful company in France. Though her mothers side of the family disregards Cel as being nowhere near ‘family’, her mother does support her and even pushes Cel to attend school. Her mothers family and maybe even Cel herself may not know it yet, but one day Cels mother wishes to pass on the company to her free spirited daughter. )

Alliance:[/color]
~ Neutral
(Not fond of taking sides.)

Group:[/color]
~ Persona user

Weapons:[/color]
~ Sai
( The sai, is Cels personal choice when it comes to a weapon of defense and short range strong attacks. It is her preferred weapon since with it, she has more control on how much damage she would wish to inflict upon her attacker (I say ‘attacker’ since it isn’t Cels style to attack first). Sais are often used in pairs, so with one in each hand, both her sides are pretty much protected. It may not be useful for long distance attacks but it’s the only weapon Cel is most comfortable and confident in using. )

~ Steel chopsticks
( Basically is your average eating utensil. Though it’s for times when the sai is just not around to be used. It’s the last means of weaponry that Cel would ever choose to use, considering it IS what she uses to eat. But not to say shes pretty good in using it. When caught in a bind, the steel chopsticks are durable enough to withstand a blow from another steel weapon. Though it won’t hold long, so this usually leaves Cel to figure out a way to flee- and fast. )

Reason: Her reason for even carrying around any form of weaponry is due to the fact that she has the tendency to fall into things bigger than she would ever realize. Meaning, she gets herself into a lot of trouble without even trying. Her father probably saw this during her upbringing and so had made it a point to teach her some forms of combat.

Personality:[/color]
+ Empathetic
+ Courageous
+ Idiotic (pending on situation)
+ Funny
+ Optimistic
+ Tenacious
+ Noble
+ Merciful
= Idiotic (pending on situation)
= Stubborn
= Careless
= Oblivious (some cases)
= Contradictive

Likes and Dislikes:[/color]
+ Spicy squid
+ Ramen
+ Cakes
+ Tea
+ Games
+ Cute girls
+ Singing
+ Dancing
+ Risks
= Being proven wrong
= Messy things
= Lectures
= Onions
= Garlic
= Fish
= Candy
= Bullies
= Injustice
= Seeing girls cry

History:[/color]
((HEADS UP: Will be shortening history very soon.))

~ Cel was the product of two very different individuals uniting and under a strong passion of love, conceived her. Her mother was a very beautiful and fragile looking woman whose goals and ambitions were just mirror perfect to her looks. Her name was Marianne Blain, and she was just about to take over her late fathers position as president of Blain Corps in Lorient, France. The young Marianne was at the tender age of nineteen when her dear father had passed away. It was unclear of the reason of death, but rumors had spread that he was murdered. Scared and confused with a dash of extreme stress, Marianne had escaped her bodyguards and one night had ran away into the neighboring city of Rennes.

~ Upon reaching Rennes, she stormed the streets and had made unwanted eye contact with various rugged males. She felt uncomfortable. It was the first time she had dared do such a huge action such as running away. Albeit she had thought about it -at least- millions of times before, but nothing gave her a reality check than smelling the smoke that chimed up chimneys from houses and factories alike. Much less unwanted bodily contact from passerby’s that seemed to cop a feel then flee. This life was so much different than her sheltered one in Lorient. The only thing she was happy about, was the knowledge that she had brought along enough money to last her for just enough days to get back on her feet. With a squeeze upon her rear she had prayed that she got back on her feet ‘very’ soon. Before the young Marianne even realized it, she had found herself cornered in an alley. Brick walls on each end, with the only exit being blocked by a group of teenaged boys. “Miss, nice ass.”, one winked over at her before lowering the front of his cap to cover his eyes. It was then it had dawned to her. She was pushed into a trap. A few unwanted touches would make any woman retaliate and move the opposite direction. So her being led into a three wall alley was all planned. How dare she even give them such an opportunity!

~ Just as the young men ventured closer towards her, a barrel of trash had tipped over. The sound echoing as it bounced off the walls. “Oi, I thought it was only at home but even in France the men are no different eh?” A foreigner with black hair and eyes stood before them, nevertheless- holding a smile. Marianne blinked as all eyes went on this newcomer. “Ta Gueule! This has nothing to do with you!” yelled one. “Casse-toi!” yelled another. One after the other, some of the most unworldly insults ever spoken in French were aimed at this newcomer. If Mariannes mother were here to hear some of the things these boys were saying she would have probably fainted. Yet to her wonder, the foreigner just remained quiet and still held onto his ever present smile. “My friends, you do not wish to keep this woman.” He spoke. The young men just laughed and then pointed at the confused Marianne. “C’est des conneries. This woman has money. Look at her clothes. Her skin. She’s a pretty penny if we sold her belongings then sold her off to brothels.” The foreigner then calmly made his way to Mariannes side. He smiled at her before lifting her chin. “If you wish my help, just be quiet and do what I say.” He whispered before reaching close and pulling out Mariannes coin purse. “I really don’t think youll get much by selling her. Why youre better off with whatever money she has in here. Am I wrong?”

~ Marianne couldn’t believe her ears. Did he just say that her money was worth more than her beauty? Having been raised under such delicate care and being showered by compliments almost every minute, this was shocking to the woman. “Now listen here!—“ Her lecture was cut short by the foreigners stare. That’s right, she had to remain quiet. “You say she’s a pretty penny. But in reality gentlemen, this is all fake. Why this is nothing but the work of magic called make up. And fine clothes? Maybe shes been showered by her recent customer? Why she couldn’t be a virgin.” He smirked as he tossed up the bag of coins only to catch it again. Marianne grimaced as she tightened her fists. This foreigner, was he really helping her? Was his help even worth this treatment? “Here. Take her money and best be off.” He threw the bag of coins to the closest boy who in return stared at the foreigner then back to Marianne. “Hes right. She has to be used goods. Lets go.” Within seconds they had ran away. Happy and content that he didn’t need to use violence this round, the foreigner turned to face his rescued damsel. But instead of a praise or a word of thanks, he was greeted with a strong right hook. He moved back and felt his cheek, the woman was very capable despite her looks. “Madam?” He questioned with a confused face. “Don’t Madam me! How dare you call me ugly! My money worth more than my body and looks?! Serves you right for being cursed relentlessly by those boys!” The foreigner still looked confused, “At what part did they curse me?” Marianne stared at him, “They cursed you in French. Did you not hear them?” The foreigner tightened his fists, “I didn’t know they cursed me! I thought it was a greeting or something! You mean everyone in this country has been cursing me?! Such brutality these people!” Marianne stared at him. Was he serious? He had been cursed left to right relentlessly without knowing it? No wonder he always smiled. He was… unique. Marianne smirked, which turned into a full smile, until she finally caved in and started laughing. The foreigner stared at her until he slowly formed a smile. “May I ask for your name?” Marianne smiled back, “Marianne Blain, and yours?” The foreigner humbly bowed before her, “Junichi Maeda”.

~ And thus was how the two had met. Having known later about how Marianne had come to that situation, Junichi had made it his duty to show her around the city. Though it was funny, he being a foreigner would be the one to show ‘her’ around the very country she grew up in. Seems that Junichi was a traveling student. He believed that the lessons worth knowing were the ones taught through life itself. He had only been in France for a couple of months but he was interested in the difference and similarities of customs and behaviors that people of all ethnic groups had shared. Days turned into weeks, and it was finally time for the young Marianne to return home. But she had to admit, those three weeks together with Junichi was one she would never forget.

~ Junichi had escorted her home, and was even thanked by Mariannes mother, Beatrice. Beatrice took pity on the boy and took him as ‘nobody from nowhere’. She gave him money as a way of thanks, but in which Junichi only declined the monetary offer. Feeling somewhat still obligated, Beatrice asked what he would like if it wasn’t money. Junichi could only smile as he looked at Marianne. Beatrice knew what he wished, but before the words could escape his mouth, the scornful Beatrice had security escort him out of their home, leaving Marianne calling for Junichi, as Junichi for Marianne. Knowing they could never be together again, the two took a silent vow to not marry another for their hearts were reserved for each other.

~ A week had passed since they were apart, and Marianne found herself in the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. The maids gathered at the door frame and looked on in shock that the young Miss had morning sickness. One maid called on Beatrice, whose heels could be heard a mile away as she hurried to the scene. Disgusted at the sight, she ordered everyone to shut their mouths or else their family would pay dearly. So for the next nine months, Mariannes pregnancy was kept a dark secret.

~ Alas on April 1st, the halls and rooms resonated with the joyous cries of a healthy baby girl. She had blonde hair and piercing dark eyes. She was the splitting image of her mother. Marianne embraced her child, for it was the only physical connection to Junichi she had left. Beatrice wanted to put up the child for adoption, but Marianne held strong against her mother. She even threatened that she wouldn’t run the company should her daughter be taken away from her. Worried that should Marianne not take over, then her sister Anne would be next in line. Like hell Beatrice would hand over ‘her’ company to her worthless sister. Against her wishes, Beatrice allowed Marianne to raise her child. But only if the child remained a secret.

~ For years Marianne grew into her position and even made it more prosperous than any previous presidents of the company. But when not behind the desk, she was always greeted by her dearest Céline. It was a wonderful mother and daughter relationship. Céline was so carefree with no worries that she always wore a smile on her face. Just like her father. Despite her father not being around, Marianne made it a point to tell her daughter of Junichi, every chance she got. And how much both him and Cel were so similar. Cel was so taken with the tales of her father that she often dressed up in males clothing just to look more like him. This fact made Marianne giggle every time she came home to a little girl in adult sized male clothing. “Mama look! Im just like papa!” Cel would cheer with glee as the oversized sleeves would trip her should she try to walk. “That you are.. my sweet Celine.”

~ Year after year, it had proven helpless in keeping her daughter out of trouble. If it wasn’t her breaking something, it was her getting in trouble for doing ‘the right thing’. Such as, Cel escaping the house and fighting with the dog catcher because he was taking away a dog she had only recently befriended. Only making matters worse by opening her mouth. Balancing the company and her free spirited daughter, Marianne had a lot to worry about. Just when she was sure that things were only to get worse, Cel had asked if she could travel to Japan to see her father. Marianne looked at this newly aged teenager and sighed heavily. She was against it, but her daughter had the right to see her father. Besides, staying locked in a cage didn’t seem to match Cel. She was a free spirit, just like her father. Surrendering, Marianne wrote on a blank sheet of paper and passed it to her daughter. “Its your fathers address. Behave.. and hug him for me.” Cel couldn’t believe it, she was allowed to travel to see her father? She embraced her mother and soon after was off to Japan.

~ Upon arriving at the airport, in her usual attire of jeans and a baggy shirt with hair ponytailed back. She excitedly searched the airport for someone holding a sign saying they knew her. It was then she was approached by a young man. “Welcome to Japan, may I show you around beautiful?” His accent was strong, but his English was enough to make out. Cel leaned back towards a nearby wall and shook her head in a ‘no’. It was when her space was evaded did she tighten her fist. Little did she know was that she was watched by very caring eyes. A middle aged male with a mixture of black and grey hair in a full black attire. At the situation, he only smiled. How ironic that the first time he would meet his daughter would be similar as to how he had met Marianne so many years ago. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing with my little girl—“, he paused momentarily as he saw the boy lean forward and onto the ground writhing in pain as he tended to his family jewels. The middle aged male then gazed over at the girl who in return retrieved her fist and stared right back at him. They both stared in silence for a bit until the male started laughing, soon following was Celines laughter. “So you’re Celine, yes?” Cel nodded, “Celine Maeda, pleasure to meet you… papa.”

~ Year after year of following around her father, Cel started to walk like him and even started to talk like him. Eventually his aura became hers. Due to certain situations, like Cel and her version of justice, Junichi had to make a point of teaching his daughter that Japan is a bit different than France. One being the current conflict going on, especially within the city of Tokyo. What’s best to teach a pupil than to see it for themselves? Junichi brought his daughter deep into the city of Tokyo. Cel, only thinking that this trip would be for fresh ramen, was left clueless. In the darkest part of the area, it was then she saw a very mature and attractive woman adorned in tight clothing leaning against the wall. Celine made eye contact with her, in which the woman spotted and simply winked. Blushing from the embarrassment, Celine went behind her father. Her father stood before the woman and smiled at her. “You’re quite a meal, and my friend here and I are quite hungry.” He motioned towards Cel then eyes went back to the woman. “Is that so? Well.. you ‘are’ a charmer, and your friend looks quite the dish herself. Im sure we can work something out.” She purred as she walked over to an empty apartment building. Celine was very much confused, she looked at her father then at the woman. What was it that they were going to do? And such adult talk… Cel blushed as the three entered a room. As if almost immediately, the woman had then discarding her clothes. Celine couldn’t help but stare in awe at the other females body but just as quickly as she looked, she quickly covered her eyes, still clutching hold to her fathers arm. “Shall I take the first bite?” As she leaned close to Junichi, Junichi waited til the woman bore her teeth. “Papa!” Celine yelled, while at that split second, Junichi pushed the woman back. To Cels surprise, she had a somewhat different appearance. She had sharp teeth, long arms.. red eyes… she didn’t look anywhere near human anymore. In fact, she looked… “She’s a demon.” Junichi voiced over to his daughter. “Demon?” Cel whispered under jagged breathe as she neared her fathers side. “I thought demons were myth?” Junichi placed his hand upon his daughters head, delivering a light pat. “Many thought that too.”

~ As father and daughter laid eyes upon the revealed demon, the demon in general extended her claws as she threw herself at Junichi, in an attempt to pierce his chest. Junichi eased back in a multiple of silent but quickened steps and reflected the claws away from making any unwanted wounds. The demon passed and stopped as she reached the center of the road. She glared at Junichi, as Junichi himself stood his ground. Neither wished to fight, but seeing as it wasn’t Junichis idea of playing demon slayer, he was hoping the demon would run along on her own. As if sensing that by staring into the males eyes, the demon smirked and within a minute, a heightened dash delivered her a good distance away and soon out of sight. The demon got away unharmed, and Junichi got what he was after. Cel stood still, recalling those frightening red eyes and unbelievable speed the demon woman had possessed. To think her father lived in a totally different world than she had. As if he could tell what she was thinking, Junichi placed his hand upon his mature looking but alas thirteen years of age, daughters head. “Papa, I want to live in your world. But…” She stared at her hands and then recalled her fathers speed and handle when he met with the demon. “I know kiddo, daddy will teach you everything he knows.” With a smile and a renewed sense of determination, Cel walked alongside her father. “Just don’t tell your mom, she would kill me.” It seemed that her father knew of the wandering demons, but he was unsure of what was really going on in the city of Tokyo. Maybe that was why the wandering student had stayed in Japan for so long. Something had caught his interests.

~ And as promised, Junichi had brought his daughter to his ideal place of insight and combat. Located in Kyoto, it was there that Cel was introduced to a friendly group of middle and old aged males. Having been told that they were best friends with her father, Celine was all too happy to be welcomed by them. It so happened that they all were wandering travelers before just like her father. Although each of them were highly skilled in some form of combat. For the next five years, Celine was under six very watchful eyes as she slowly but surely had a grip in the following arts: Muay Thai, Wing Chun, and Capoeira. On top of mastering those skills, she was also taught in using firing weapons as well as blades. Though she had the chance to work with quite a bit, she found the sai to be her absolute favorite. It was small, strong, and for some reason she was actually very good with it to begin with. In her hands, the blonde beauty stated that the sai, “..feels good and natural when in my hands.” Deciding that this was the only weapon she would ever need, she dismissed all teachings of any other weaponry. Even if it was against her fathers wishes.

~ Just when Cel was starting to get a grip on her new life, something even terrible had introduced itself to her- college. She had to go back to school? It was a show down between Marianne and her fire cracker daughter. Junichi had learned his lesson in the past and had often kept his distance when the women in his life would bash heads. But after a long agonizing day of negotiations, the victor was settled. Marianne agreed that in place of her daughter going to school, she would do so with as minimum classes as she pleased.

~ Juggling with her classes and daily martial arts routine, Cel does occasionally ditch either or both just to run about in the city, her father of course- never too far off. Cel has the same free spirit as Junichi himself, but it was because of that, that he silently watches over his little girl. If it ever came down to it, Cel wouldn’t harm even a demon. Even if it cost her, her life. She was a student of life, yet that is why she found no pleasure in taking it away from something or anything just because they were what they were. In her eyes, so long as nothing so severe had been done- she would never intentionally take away a life. She was so proud and knew that if she wished to keep her ideal ways, she would come across other people and beings who simply didn’t think the same. These other individuals who would stand for what ‘they’ believed in. Fights to protect ones ideals, they were greatly respected in her eyes. And it was then that she shows her respect by giving her all in the fight. Safe to say, Cel would much rather run from a fight than stay and expect one of them to die. But to allow her to run, she would give such high respect to such a strong adversary. With a smile upon her face, she would decide to eventually return and look forward to their next bout.

~ One day shy of reaching the tender age of nineteen, Cel was finally able to go back to Tokyo. It was there that she started her classes once again within the area. With her father at her side, he proudly leads her into the very city that a few years back, changed her life. Only that instead of a small thirteen year old oblivious to her surroundings, she was now a nineteen year old young lady- ‘still’ oblivious to her surroundings. It had been a long travel, but Cel was as excited as a little girl in a toy shop to be back. She was confident that she could live a life in Tokyo. “Oi papa, lets go to a ramen stand!”, she voiced over to her father. “Ahhh? Youre still hungry? You sure can eat kid.” It was as if perfectly timed, his stomach emitted a loud growl. Shifty eyes went to her father as he rubbed his nose looking away. “Im your double papa, and we both have huge appetites. Lets eat!” She cheered as she stormed through the streets. Junichi ran in pace after his daughter, age finally seeming to get a hold of him as he slowed down. “Papa?” Cel questioned as she paused, turning around only to see her hero panting for air while holding his stomach. “Aha.. nothing to worry about kid. Just didn’t eat enough at breakfast is all.” Cel looked over her father and bit her bottom lip. Junichi was breaking out into a cold sweat but thankfully it was too dark for his daughter to see. He pushed her lightly towards the other direction, “Go on, Ill be with you shortly. Just let this old man rest.” He smiled up at her. Cel waited a bit and stared at her father before returning a smile of her own. “Alright papa… but if you don’t get there soon to stop me Im going to make the bill so big even mama cant help!” She acted childishly for the sake of still being under the presence of her father. Junichi just chuckled and hugged his daughter. “Never change kid.” He released her and gestured her to go on ahead without him. Not thinking much of it, Cel nodded while still holding her smile and started her pace ahead of him. Junichi watched as the backside of his daughter slowly faded away.

~ He panted as he squeezed his stomach, walking slowly to the middle of an alley. He leaned against one of the cemented walls and stared at the ground underneath him. “My my… you are one very persistent man. But nonetheless I owe you for keeping my egg nice and cozy for me for all these years.” A devilish woman voiced out as she appeared before him. Red eyes, long arms with sharp claws. “Ah.. pleasure to meet you again. And glad I could be of help.” Junichi smiled up at her as he stood straight. “Human beings are such reckless creatures. Back then I was actually suppose to insert my egg into that woman friend of yours. I ‘did’ say she was quite the dish. I wanted it to be ‘her’ flesh that my young would feast upon before returning to me. But… I suppose you saw that coming and took it for yourself. My how admirable.” She licked her lips before looking over Junichi. “Well, I helped bring her into this vast and dangerous world. So you should know the love and duty a parent has over their child.” He grimaced at the pain within his gut, and then soon spewing out blood. “Ah, so she was your daughter. Come to think of it, she did look mildly confused when she saw me. Sheltered from this world I see. So youre confident enough to let her roam the streets on her own accord? Not afraid that soon after I finish you here, she may in fact become dessert?” She glanced over at the now kneeling Junichi. “Hah, confident? Very. If you were to even approach her, I am dead sure you wouldn’t last a minute should you attack her. She is after all, my double.” His stomach grumbled yet again as he squeezed at his gut while spewing even more blood. Groaning as he closed his eyes tightly. “Well, Im not sure about the me being defeated by your sheltered daughter, but seeing as ‘my’ kids are about ready to devour you… I would say you ‘are’ dead.”

~ Cel sat on a stool as she slurped up a long noodle from her dish. “Oi! Sake here please!” She gestured towards an elderly male as he poured her another glass. “Another one miss? You’ve already had three bowls of ramen and five servings of sake.” Celine just giggled, “Its fine, I did say that I would eat a lot until he stopped me.” The elderly male blinked and looked over at her, “ ‘He’ miss?”, he asked as he gave Cel complimentary gyoza. “Thank you kind sir! And yes, hes my father. He used to live around here but we just recently got back into the area.” She says happily as she tosses a gyoza into her mouth. “Your father huh? Was his name Junichi Maeda by any chance?” He asked as his look of amusement turned solemn. “Huh? Yeah that’s him, why do you ask uncle?” The elderly male sighed under jagged breath as he reached into the compartment and pulling out a folded piece of letter. “This is for you then.. And everything is already paid for.” He handed the folded sheet of paper to Cel and went on his way to tend to his other guests. Celine stared at the paper for a moment before opening it. Inside it read:

Kid,
I may not have the chance to watch you develop more so into the capable woman your mother and I both know you would be. But never change who you are. So long as you stay true to your beliefs and your ideals, Im sure youll be a very capable person. Idiots, just like crazy people- have no limits. Live life the way you wish and always, always smile.
Papa

~ Cel dropped everything as tears gushed out her eyes. What did all this mean?! “Papa..”, she whispered before she excused herself and ran towards the last place she remembered seeing him. “Papa! Papa! Please! Come out! Im not ready to be on my own! Papa!” She yelled for him as she frantically searched but to no avail. Just when she almost lost all hope, that’s when she heard a womans voice. “You have grown quite lovely, dear Celine.” Cel looked around and wiped her tears as she saw a very familiar woman standing before her. “Your.. that demon from that time.” The demon was in her human form as she winked over at Cel. “Bingo. Its so lovely to see you again. We never got a chance to talk and.. become friendly.” She said in a purr as she inched closer to Celine. “Im sorry, but Im busy right now. Its nice to see you again but Im actually looking for my father.” Celine ran past the demon only for the demon to grab hold of her wrist. “Excuse me? Madam but I really don’t have time to play right now.” The demon smirked, “Good.. so that means we can skip to the fun part.” And like before, she revealed her demon side to Celine. Familiar red eyes, long arms, and sharp claws. “You wish to fight me? What reason could you possibly have?” Celine asked as her stern stare met those of crimson. “I don’t need a reason my dear. But you have one, unless your father didn’t mean a thing to you?” She giggled lightly. “My father… What did you do to him?!” Cel yelled, now giving the woman her undivided attention. “It seems that his life was taken in place of yours. Isnt that sweet? But speaking sweet, after a lovely dinner I now crave something for dessert.”

~ Celine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her father.. no no no. It couldn’t be. “Back then, it seemed that your father didn’t count on me wanting to insert an egg into your body. So just at the last second, took it instead. Now he is a part of me and I, a part of him. Do you get it now? Sweetie?” Celines heart was pounding rapidly not by fear but more of rage and sorrow. Cel retrieved her seis as she formed a ready pose. The demonic woman dashed straight for Cel, but just as the demon was about to pierce Cels chest, Cel grabbed her arm and flung her back and against the wall. Soon retrieving back her sai. She waited til the demon was back up on her feet, and it was then that she attacked. Aiming directly in between the demons eyes. “Oi kid, Im still alive! Don’t kill her!” Her dear fathers voice seeped out of the demon womans mouth. Since she paused in her attack, she was then left wide open. Using her claws, the demon made a deep slash right across Cels upper torso. Falling back and landing hard upon the ground, Cel teared. “Ahaha, to think you would fall for such an easy trick.” The demon spoke over to her in her fathers voice. “I can manipulate whatever I eat. Like your dear fathers voice.. I can use it at will. Why.. I can even take on his appearance for a short while. As if to kill every part of Cel, the demon shifted to her fathers form. Standing before her bleeding body was the form of her father. The man she had called a hero. “Hey kid, looks like its time to die okay?” The demon reached over towards Cel and started squeezing at her neck. “The last image you will see, is that of your father. How nice of me right?” Celine panted as she barely got a word out, “Pa..pa..” The demon paused as she chuckled, “Oh right.. how similar you both are. Even his last dying words were of your name. How do you think I would know your name was Celine?” She smiled as she continued her choke hold over Cel. As she was slowly losing conscience, that’s when she heard the demon saying in playback, “..he is a part of me, and I a part of him..” That just wasn’t true. It wasn’t..

Papa..

~ And in an instant, the demon was thrown across the alley, smashing against the wall with a huge impact. Standing before the demon was a rather tall male dressed in dark clothing with matching black hair. He looked very similar to Celines father, why he also had the mustache. But the monocle was a new touch. “Y-you… Youre suppose to be dead.” The demon voiced as she realized that the tables had been turned. The male simply remained silent as his eyes seemed to stare at his opponent. With a smile upon his face, he slowly raised his hand towards the demon.

~ “Ah!” Celine cried out as she woke up and sat up quickly, bumping her head on what seems to be another bed? A bunk bed? It was then that Celine turned her head to the side and saw a child staring back at her from the top bunk. “Um.. hi?” Celine smiled as she waved at the little girl. “Momma! That girl is alive!” the little girl piped as she reached over with her small little hand. “Hello, my name is Sakura. Nice to meet you umm..” Celine smiled and reached over, shaking the girls hand. “Nice to meet you Sakura, Im Celine.” As if right on time, a middle aged woman entered the room and with a terrified expression ran to her daughter and cradled her in her arms. “P-please.. we took you in but please won’t you leave now?” The womans voice seemed shaky. What was wrong? What did Cel do? “Im sorry… thank you for letting me rest here. I wish I could repay you.” Cel stood up and it was there that she found that not only was her clothes discarded but along her chest was a slight visible scar. But scar from what? She pressed her fingertips along the scarring and images of last night came to her mind. From her father feeling ill, to his death… and to the demon lady. But… wasn’t Cel suppose to be dead right now? No.. she recalled holding out her hand against the demon and.. everything else was a blank. “Papa..” she whispered and teared as she clutched her chest. The middle aged woman sighed softly at the sight of Cel crying and she reached over and hugged her tightly. “I have no idea who you are. But its rare to see a demon cry.” Cel gently pushed her back and shook her head. “N-no! Madam you have it all wrong! I am no demon! Actually the only demon I ever saw was the one I was fighting last night.” The woman raised a brow and sighed before pointing to Celines clothes. “I washed them for you. And your top was beyond repairable so.. I hope youre okay with the new one.” Celine smiled and nodded as she started putting on her clothes. “Thank you.”

~ As Celine got dressed and made her way downstairs, she was greeted with a warm meal. “You see, I was afraid unsure of what you were. You had killed that demon with one blow… and yet you held a smile. I figured it was a demon versus demon thing. But you didn’t look anything like how you look right now. That’s the part that raised the red flag. You could either be a demon or a persona user.” Cel stared at the woman, was she crazy? A persona user? Images of her wearing all black and even speaking in a male voice pushed Cel on. “Um.. how did I look exactly?”

~ Cel had spent three days in that womans care. It was there she learned more of persona users and found out that it was indeed who she was. When she asked the woman of how she got hold of such information, the woman could only wear a face of regret and sadness. It so happens that her husband was an unfortunate victim of a fight between a persona user and a shadow. Tearing the love of her lifes death, the persona user felt responsible and so in place of the womans lost, he offered her insight into the silent conflict within Tokyo. He didnt tell her everything, though only enough to make the woman more cautious with her surroundings. As if scarred and terrified that her daughter would be yet another victim, she stays in her home and only travels as far as two miles in all directions around it. She had also made it a point to stay inside once the sun had faded. It was by chance that her home was near where Cel had fought the demon. Though she preferred not to have watched, it was her little daughter Sakura who ran outside which led to Cels aid.

~Though Cel should be more freaked out about being a persona user, she wasn’t. The very way the middle aged woman described her appearance was so very closely to that of her fathers. In a way it made her feel somewhat peaceful. Like he never once left her, and that he would always be alive through her. Finally… she had alas become her fathers double.

UPDATE: Cel is now twenty three and still attending classes along with keeping up with her training. She lives in a very big condo (thanks mom) that is located not too far from her favorite ramen shops. She has also a tribal tattoo along her right arm. She was walking through the shopping district one day and a middle aged shady man offered her a free tattoo. Never one to turn down anything ‘free’, she willingly gave her arm- thus the meaningless tribal tattoo. She prefers to walk, but her mother ordered her to at least have one set of wheels. Glory and behold, Kawasaki Ninja 250R. She hardly ‘ever’ rides it. Though when she does, shes as fast as she is reckless.[/center]

The Other Side

RONOVE of the THE FOOL Arcana

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Type:
~Persona

Skills:
* Agilao - Inflicts moderate fire damage to one enemy.
*Mamudoon - Inflicts moderate darkness damage to all enemies.
*Swift Strike - Inflicts minor Strike damage up to 3 times to all enemies.
*Diarama - Restores a moderate amount of endurance for one ally.
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Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strong: Dark
Weak: Light & water
Null: Fire


Other info:
He is highly aware of the attention that demons are given by humans and is welcoming to those who wish to know more about the demon world. He has stated to multiple conjurers that instead of trying to pronounce his name (which at best attempt is a French version of "Ron-Ven"), he suggests that conjurers simply call him "Ben".

It comes as no surprise that "Ben" has a good sense of humor. He specializes in using the power of language to improve one's standings with both friend and enemies. He is a master of multiple languages and teaches others how to make their arguments peacefully, logically, and with great eloquence. Ronove also provides his favorite summoners with familiars - spirit helpers who can assist with magical teachings and exercises.

Despite his good nature, Ronove is no passive spirit. He is a master of using the mind to affect the physical world. He is a master of fire and can crate and move the power of the flame with only his mind. Not only this, he holds the power of telekinesis - the ability to move physical objects without touching them, and can teach this to summoners, though he will only do so to those most dedicated to his cause.

Both a Marquis and a Count among his fellow demons, Ronove is known as the "Taker of Old Souls". His role is somewhat like what we know as the "grim reaper" - he harvests the souls of humans and animals who are old and on the far reaches of death itself. Even though he is known as a "nice guy" with a good sense of humor, Ronove takes this role seriously and considers himself very much a champion of the dead and nearly-deceased.

Old images of Ronove show him as a short demon/monster holding a staff. Those who have encountered him report that he looks more like a tribal warrior, with golden hair and a golden aura about him.

Being with the whole point of being a contradictive person, it is quite ironic that Cel has golden hair while when Ronove has jet black hair. When said that Ronove is said to have blonde hair with a golden aura with tribal markings on his face but instead has a very similar appearance to Cels father Junichi (who Cel desired to be like). While Cel is the one with golden hair and a tribal tattoo along her right arm.

Out of Character Information

Name: What name(s) do you go by?
~ Iris / Aeon / Gale
Contact Information:
~ PMs are preferred, though if you wish my MSN just ask away.
Other Characters:
~ A second should come up right after I get the hang of this. Give me a month.
Additional Notes:
~ -Inhales- Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ^o^ -waves like a lunatic-
Ohhhh, and I'm not sure if I did the skills right or not. If it doesn't make sense then please let me know ^^; If anything in general is off for that matter lol

SPECIAL NOTE: I reflect off the length of post I am given. If you are a medium length post type of person, then so am I. If you are a person of a few words but making it just enough so you follow the rules, then so am I. I do not post as long as my characters history QAQ Unless you wish to? <<; Im pretty adaptable lol~

[i]Tokko[/i]: [b]Kureha Suzuka[/b] plays [u]Céline Maeda[/u].

[Erith]

Accepted!

Thank you for making those minor revisions and whatnot~