Post by Deleted on May 20, 2013 18:28:48 GMT -5
`CIEL BLANC!
`YOU KNOW IM NOT MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU!
NICKNAMES
AGE 16
GENDER Female
ETHNICITY Monegasque
GRADE 10th
SPECIAL ABILITY(s) Die Rolling: The user can use the roll of a die to change probability and possibly reality itself. Any number could make a positive and negative outcome, such as odd numbers causes an negative outcome and even numbers causes positive outcomes. The user can also change these meanings. The ability can also be organized so that one big thing, like saving someone else’s life, could be weighed up by five small bad things that could happen. However, it would still be possible to change even large events, like saving a life, if the negative option would be as severe, for example risking someone else's life. If a person doesn´t change the meaning of the numbers then the meaning would be the same next time the dice would be thrown. When the dice´s number shows on a surface, the decided meaning of that number will be fulfilled, unless the negative and positive things wouldn´t be of the same value. The individuals can sense when the ability works, and when it doesn't. They would then also know in that case that they'd need to change the options.
Unfortunately, there are no “re-do”s. If the dice are dropped accidentally, whatever the event chosen for the number rolled will happen.
HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?Ciel had always liked decks of cards, roulettes, and other objects related with gambling ever since she was younger; this was most likely because her parents often enough visited casinos in Monaco and usually brought her. She was well behaved and would watch the games, fascinated.
She was particularly enraptured with pairs of dice. She liked the feel of them, and loved the sound they made when she rolled them. Her father noticed this, and for her fifth birthday, bought her her own specialized pair. They were simple and smooth; the main color being black, and the spots were made from genuine diamonds. Ciel was overjoyed when she received them.
As the years passed by, Ciel often enough played alone. Since she carried her prized dice everywhere she went, she would usually roll the dice and observe the outcomes. Being a young child and not knowing any better, she created a game where she would say something would happen if she rolled a specific number. For example, if she rolled an eight, then her mother would be home early from work that evening, or if she rolled an eleven, she would be home late.
But then, around the age of eight, Ciel began to realize what she said and rolled started to come true. One time she rolled a five, saying her favorite meal would be cooked that evening. It was. She at first thought they were mere coincidences, and didn’t pay much attention, but she continued to grow older and realized something was strange. It would always, for some reason or another, come true. Ciel attempted to find the logic and the probability of it continuously happening, but the situations that continued to occur were impossible.
Frankly, on the other hand, they were.
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`YOU STOLE MY HEART THEN YOU KICKED IT ASIDE!
+Poker; card games in general – Ciel will never pass up a good game of poker. She loves to gamble and take risks often; she’ll most definitely bluff. She never reveals whether she has a good or a terrible hand with a neutral mask. Her favorite card is the Ace of Spades.
+Organization – She likes to know where everything is and keeps everything in an orderly fashion.
+Reading – Books are her favorite companion. She almost always has one with her. Secretly, she likes reading sappy romance novels.
+Hearing the latest gossip – News about the latest get-togethers and break-ups are always interesting to her.
+Helping others – If she can, Ciel will offer her assistance. However, she usually waits until they ask or look like they desperately need it because of her own experience.
+Competition – Ciel likes to compete against others in all sorts of things including debates, knowledge and facts, poker and other games.
+Hair and Cosmetics – It doesn’t look like it, but she likes to style others’ hair and make-up for fun. She does her own hair and finds it a good pastime, but rarely does she change the actual hairstyle.
+Schedules – Ciel prefers to stay to a schedule and plans accordingly to her workload.
+Adjusting glasses – She would never admit this to anyone, but in truth Ciel privately thinks whenever she adjusts her glasses, she looks pretty cool.
+Violin and Piano – Together, these two instruments sound absolutely stunning to her. She doesn’t know how to play either of them, but wishes to learn someday.
CIEL DISLIKES
-Presumptions – Ciel can’t stand being underestimated by anyone. She especially dislikes when someone thinks they know what she’s going to say and attempts to finish her sentence for her.
-Not knowing things – To Ciel, knowledge is power. When she doesn’t know things, she feels weak, useless and frustrated.
-People physically touching her – Petting especially annoys her. Hugs can be alright if she initiates them, but nearly anything else will make her irritable without any previous warning.
-People doing unwanted favors – She’s not helpless. One of her pet peeves is when people think she needs their help when she’s perfectly capable on her own.
-Tardiness – Being late to a meeting with Ciel is sure to irritate her. She won’t stand for tardiness and she sees it as poor manners.
-Losing – Ciel losing is nearly unheard of. Games, debates, arguments – she’s confident she won’t lose. However, by some chance she does, she will admit defeat and recognize her opponent. The victor will forever have her respect.
-Being seen without glasses – Ciel believes she doesn’t look professional without her spectacles. It’s one of the few times where she can lose her cool.
-Secrets – Since she has a desire to learn and know everything, Ciel dislikes secrecy. She herself doesn’t like to keep secrets.
FEARS
~Losing control of the situation – Not being able to keep a poker face is one thing, but Ciel fears of something going completely wrong and being powerless to stop it. Using her ability is always a risk, and she's afraid that one day everything will go wrong.
~Incompetency – Ciel is afraid of not being insufficient enough, so she always makes sure she has a variety of correct information.
~Being looked down upon - She puts on a brave face and is proud of who she is, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. Yet she is human and has that moment of self-doubt; while she may seem indifferent, Monaco cares about what she looks like. She fears being scorned for not looking pretty enough and can actually be quite self-conscious.
QUIRKS
+Collects data – She’s an expert data collector. She makes sure to get all the facts and information from trustworthy sources.
+Persuasive – Ciel is an expert at getting people to see her side of the debate -- and occasionally at getting what she wants.
+Memory – She works hard to memorize everything, and it usually comes easily to her. She does not have a photographic memory.
+Poker faces; keep a level head – She’s practiced ever since she was a small child and has nearly managed to perfect it.
+Languages - She is fluent in Monegasque, English, French, and knows quite a bit of Italian.
-Physical activities – Ciel has a low amount of stamina and runs out of energy quickly.
-Reading speed – Despite her love of reading, Ciel is actually a rather slow reader. A two-hundred page book takes her at least a week to read.
-Originality – Because she’s collected so much data and knows so many things, she’s very poor when it comes to imagination. Ciel prefers to follow a guide of some sort and can then begin to base ideas from the example.
-Sewing – She always manages to prick her fingers somehow, even if she uses thimbles. Whenever she attempts to sew, it ultimately ends up looking like a five-year-old was the one who stitched it together.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
Outwardly speaking, Ciel is a quiet, serious and maturing young woman who hails from a wealthy family residing in the tiny Principality of Monaco. Not very many people know of her nation of birth, nor its culture. Perhaps this is the reason why she strives to learn all she can, and attempts to teach others every so often when she is able to. Having access to any amount of books she wanted also helped with her interest in expanding knowledge. Enlightening people is something she takes pleasure in, along with games of luck.
One might find it ironic that Ciel enjoys such games, seeing as she also enjoys learning quite an extensive amount of information; as well as being able to be confident in her relatively wide expanse of knowledge. Yet when it comes to poker and other games of chance, Ciel participates avidly.
She may come off as somewhat high-strung and unsociable, as she always keeps a poker face of neutral expression, but Ciel is generally polite to acquaintances and other people she doesn’t know very well. But don’t be discouraged; she’s like that to everyone. She becomes much friendlier once you spend some time with her and if you share common interests.
Inwardly speaking, Ciel is a caring, intelligent and maturing young woman who is her own person. She’s passionate about books and other things she likes – especially games of chance, and especially fond of her friends and family. She grew up, for the most part, without making friends easily, so anybody she grows close to now, she is most likely attached to for life.
She has a sharp tongue and often makes witty remarks. She is also a good debater, and makes sure to use specific evidence to reinforce her argument. Ciel’s constant use of a poker face as a child allows her to easily conceal her emotions from others, so it’s rare for anyone to see any negative emotions, especially anger, frustration and sadness on her facial expression.
Ciel is extremely knowledgeable. She knows much of what’s going on throughout the school, ranging from rumors to just simple facts about her peers. Ciel knows many of the other students’ abilities. She has a very good memory, and there is very little she doesn’t know. But because she knows so much, Ciel has a more difficult time with originality. She personally prefers to follow an example of some sort than be left to her own devices. When she has a little time to relax, she won’t be complaining if she hears any gossip.
She enjoys reading books to relax, when angered, and never resorts to physical violence. If she ever does, then something went terribly wrong and her aggravator will regret it; whether it be sooner or later.[/ul]
`WHEN HES INSIDE YOU KNOW THERES NO ROOM FOR ME!
[/font] She only smiled innocently when both Serbia and Mexico paused in mid-battle, taking their eyes off of their current adversary and sparing the tiniest glance at her. It was all too amusing to Ciel that they both happened to look at her at the same time, as if suddenly deciding a spontaneous, ephemeral truce. Of course, she wouldn’t offer them what they seemed to want most – some sort of reaction, or at least a change in expression. But unfortunately for the pair, she had mastered her poker face a long, long time ago. Although she couldn’t blame them for being paranoid; she certainly would be too, if she was in either of their positions. But Ciel did doubt they had the luxury of distracting themselves from each other for too long.
Neither of the other Nations had any intimation about what weapon she had concealed in her coat, and Ciel was perfectly content with leaving it to their imagination. She still possessed the element of surprise, which was always an added bonus. Her revolver had six shots; she would make them count when the right time came.
However, that time was not now.
Instead, several ways of creatively utilizing her gun began to form in her mind; who, when and how she would use it. Who depended on the victor of the battle between Mexico and Serbia; when depended on how much longer she wished to be entertained and on whether or not Mexico killed Serbia or vice versa; but how… How was the most imaginative of the trio. Ciel could easily aim for the chandelier hanging tautly above their heads, if she could somehow lure one of her opponents underneath it or close to it. Shooting either of her fellow Nations sounded quite unappealing at the moment; Ciel wanted to toy with her prey. It seemed that even in her last few minutes, seconds, whatever time she had left, she was still discovering hidden traits of her personality. It appeared she had some sadistic tendencies; deep down, Ciel could feel that she wanted to enjoy this. It would be a onetime event, after all.
I hope so.
She didn’t want to dirty her hands by soaking them in blood of her enemies directly. She wanted to dip only the surface of the pools, enabling herself to feel the sensation of the thick, red liquid, but not being gluttonous. Too little was better than too much, in her opinion.
Or none at all.
Ciel wished for the voice inside her head to silence itself; it was still clinging onto its morals and what little humanity she had formerly had. Irritating and unnecessary, was what it was.
When the unfamiliar sound of bones cracking and an ear shattering scream echoed only a moment later throughout the small room, she returned from her musings to reality (Reality? No. This isn’t reality. It can’t be reality) to find the source of the deafening noise. Ciel squinted her eyes just the slightest in order to see Serbia’s left wrist bent in a way that it should’ve never been bent in by Mexico’s foot. It was most likely broken – no, it had to be. There was no possibility that a wrist could be anything but broken in that angle, and especially after hearing the repulsive but strangely alluring sound of breaking bones.
How sickening.
And as if to even further serve a purpose of gratification for Ciel, Serbia head butted Mexico, and then proceeded to disrupt the Latina’s balance and flip her over with her uninjured arm. She waited for the satisfying noise of a body colliding with the makeshift floor – and perhaps some whimpers of pain from the monsters below – with a patient smile.
Neither of the other Nations had any intimation about what weapon she had concealed in her coat, and Ciel was perfectly content with leaving it to their imagination. She still possessed the element of surprise, which was always an added bonus. Her revolver had six shots; she would make them count when the right time came.
However, that time was not now.
Instead, several ways of creatively utilizing her gun began to form in her mind; who, when and how she would use it. Who depended on the victor of the battle between Mexico and Serbia; when depended on how much longer she wished to be entertained and on whether or not Mexico killed Serbia or vice versa; but how… How was the most imaginative of the trio. Ciel could easily aim for the chandelier hanging tautly above their heads, if she could somehow lure one of her opponents underneath it or close to it. Shooting either of her fellow Nations sounded quite unappealing at the moment; Ciel wanted to toy with her prey. It seemed that even in her last few minutes, seconds, whatever time she had left, she was still discovering hidden traits of her personality. It appeared she had some sadistic tendencies; deep down, Ciel could feel that she wanted to enjoy this. It would be a onetime event, after all.
I hope so.
She didn’t want to dirty her hands by soaking them in blood of her enemies directly. She wanted to dip only the surface of the pools, enabling herself to feel the sensation of the thick, red liquid, but not being gluttonous. Too little was better than too much, in her opinion.
Or none at all.
Ciel wished for the voice inside her head to silence itself; it was still clinging onto its morals and what little humanity she had formerly had. Irritating and unnecessary, was what it was.
When the unfamiliar sound of bones cracking and an ear shattering scream echoed only a moment later throughout the small room, she returned from her musings to reality (Reality? No. This isn’t reality. It can’t be reality) to find the source of the deafening noise. Ciel squinted her eyes just the slightest in order to see Serbia’s left wrist bent in a way that it should’ve never been bent in by Mexico’s foot. It was most likely broken – no, it had to be. There was no possibility that a wrist could be anything but broken in that angle, and especially after hearing the repulsive but strangely alluring sound of breaking bones.
How sickening.
And as if to even further serve a purpose of gratification for Ciel, Serbia head butted Mexico, and then proceeded to disrupt the Latina’s balance and flip her over with her uninjured arm. She waited for the satisfying noise of a body colliding with the makeshift floor – and perhaps some whimpers of pain from the monsters below – with a patient smile.
`YOU LIFT ME UP AND THEN YOU THROW ME BACK DOWN!
NICKNAMES Mona
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? Skype~!
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I’ve been here for a while uwu
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