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Post by étoile sanguis on Nov 23, 2008 12:31:30 GMT -5
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Name: sanguis, étoile
Alias: rei.la
You can tell, from her name alone, that she is indeed not Japanese. In fact, her name means absolute nothing! Technically, it does mean something, but there is no link to another fellow being whatsoever. First of all her surname is derived from Latin meaning the word, ‘blood’ which then later on is used by the French, also known as ‘sang’. Her real name spurs from the French meaning ‘star’. It’s an odd mixture really, then again, it is quite fitting for her.
Secondly, her alias. In order to lead people astray from her real identity she has come up with a new name for herself. All in all it is ‘reila’, her name, but when broken up the two compound words are ‘rei’ and ‘la’. both a derived from Chinese/Mandarin terms, though used in Japan (after all, their language was built from the Chinese). ‘Rei’ to be simply blunt, means ‘zero’ while ‘la’ is written with the character meaning ‘tear’. Ironically it actually depicts part of current situation, though to her it’s no laughing matter.
Experiment Code: x009
Experiment Name: unknown
Judging from this piece of information you’ve probably figured out why she has to hide. Indeed it is true, among the many hundreds, thousands, and even millions of people that she is one of those poor, unfortunate souls known as a ‘psychic’.
Age: seventeen (seemingly)
Gender: female
Nationality: none.
Occupation: observer, student
Magic Level: unknown (c, bordering s - variable)
Magic: psychic
Like general experiments, despite her stature, she has enhanced statistics under strength, endurance, speed, intelligence, and among others.
Unlike most magical beings who must first sign a contract for a partner Étoile has been created with one. It has no physical manifestation and simply appears as a small twinkle of violet-white light. It isn’t really visible to most people, but it is there. However, even though this partner exists it has no conscious whatsoever and simply serves as a type of power source for the renegade psychic. Then again, that really isn’t true seeing as how Ciel (the orb of light) is also in the experimental stages. Most times the protoplasmic synthetic being serves as invisible companion for her, nothing more.
She has an odd ability, unique to herself, a type of power that cannot be copied so easily. This power, of course, is utilized with her blood, thus her surname being ‘sanguis’. Even the slightest, tiniest drop or speck of her blood can be used as her medium. To put it simply she is able to ‘manipulate’ her blood into any shape of form she wishes, regardless of quantity. Somehow from that one drop the creature or object she conjures up just springs forth. And no, once they take a type of form the blood is not a mere liquid anymore and becomes a type of solid, which can be cut through of course. At times it seems nearly impossible to break through the things, as if they were made out of lead. Other than taking simplistic forms of creatures and objects these ability of hers is not as useful as it seems. The experiment tends to fight more on her own terms, bare hands as well. One of the more visible flaws in this choice of power is that it can be defeated quite easily when tampered with. A drop of another’s blood on her own blood creatures/objects will immediately render it useless and dissolve into nothingness- of course, that is why she barely uses the ability anyway. Either way she has plenty more under her sleeves.
Aside from the usage of blood as her attacks she also fights with the use of a sword. It doesn’t have a power in it and is a simplistic, almost Victorian, sword that she summons up with the use of her wings. Right, wings.
Those are another form of combat she has, and also a flaw in her design. They’re black in colour, though not really pitch black, a type of dark grey colour really. The pair sprout out of her back at her will so no one knows they even exist. When feathers are blown by the wind or thrown at a target their qualities change and they turn into blades (though not in appearance). They can’t really kill a person and is simply used to damage them. On another note these feathers can turn into twin dragons, spurting our and detaching themselves from her back, thus becoming animated and attack the enemy. They can be easily defeated, they are, after all, simply feathers which are almost lightweight and can be cut through easily with a sword or knife- that is if used to attack in their ‘dragon form’. Of course these type of techniques is one that she uses in dire situation and not in everyday combat (whenever that happens) moreover she almost never brings out her wings. Also, aside from attack purposes she is able to use them to fly.
Finally there is immortality. It seems that she can never die, no matter how many times she is thrown or battered, shot or slain, she’ll heal at an exceptional rate and come back once more. Though somewhere along the line she remembers that there have been times, short and fleeting, where her immorality seemed to have stopped. There are plenty of gaps in her memory, so lots, in which she only remember perpetual darkness and waking up out of the blue. The most obvious repercussion of having the ability to live forever is an unstable mind, or perhaps, her detachment in terms of emotions.
There aren’t any specific ‘names’ to them because there is no need to actually call them anything, it’s not as if someone else knows them. Other than these abilities she has no more… at least, none that she consciously knows at the moment.
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Post by étoile sanguis on Nov 23, 2008 12:33:57 GMT -5
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Appearance: Étoile is no ordinary human or magical being, thus explaining her irregular joints. Her structure can be compared to that of a doll’s, yet despite this comparison she is able to bleed out blood. Her whole figure is petite and lithe making her seem fragile to the eye; be careful because she’s far from it. The teen’s height is a modest 5’7, sans heels and all, and weighing at about 100lbs. Very thin but packs quite the mean punch.
Her face is a definite heart shape, almost pale in tone, framed by luxurious silver-blue tinted-grey hair. It extends from the top of her head, framing her face with bangs and fringes, down to midway her back. The only thing keeping it in place is the usual black, gothic headband, no clips, ribbons, or ties used. Okay, maybe the occasional ribbon or two, but it’s usually the headband. Her eyes are pretty too, like an amethyst colour, narrowed, slanted, and adult-like. Never in her life has she seen them wide, innocent, naïve and, child-like. They suit her fairly well, especially them being her main theme of colour, and with the other features of her face of course.
She doesn’t really wear makeup or foundation to hide or exaggerate anything and goes for a natural look making her look even more splendid with the cosmetic products on. The nose on her face is real and pointed enough to fit her; it isn’t too circular or wide or too long and narrow like a witches. Out of everything her lips are the only imperfection that can be seen. They are usually dry, sometimes chapped, as she forgets to moisten them and doesn’t use lip balm because it’s far too ‘hectic’ to try and apply it, only to accidently lick it off the next few minutes.
One could definitely tell, maybe even from afar but better up close, that her hands are one, if not the best, feature of her figure. The pair are thin and long, graceful and almost like a pianists, which usually earns her the question, “Do you play?” Of course the young woman’s only reply would be, “No, but I wish I did,” with a bright and cheery smile before going on her way. Generally they are out in the open for people to see, not hidden by gloves or sleeves, and wrists clean of any type of accessory. However most of the time not many notice these little things about her as she is far too odd and ‘out of date’ in terms of fashion sense.
The usually attire of the psychic’s is old fashioned, definitely from the Victorian time period, out of a fairytale, or one of those weird goth or moe clothing. To her, however, it’s simply a splendid choice of clothing that she loves and adores. Étoile is clothed in a dark navy blue dress, the edges ending in points, with a pair of matching heeled knee height boots. Around the sleeve (towards the hands), the chest, and thigh area there is a type of white undress juttering out, though it really is part of the design. As mentioned before she wears a headband on her head, matching colour of the dress and boots, and a type of cloth tied around her neck which once again is matching with the overall scheme of her clothes. The only visible decorations on them is a small rose on the chest area, the headband, the cloth, and the footwear, then there is the two gothic crosses imprinted at the edges of the dress. If you are the symbolistic type of person then you’ll note that they are upside down which means that they aren’t the crosses of Christ but instead of Satan’s; she doesn’t really care, after all, she is a forsaken person though not hell bent on revenge either.
Personality:
•• lady
Just like any other young woman Étoile abides by the rules of etiquette that are expected of her. However most of the traits she displays are from the far, far olden days where women had to look proper in society, then again, perhaps just how she just wants people to see her. She greets people politely, with a small, makes small idle chats with others here and there, and of course doesn’t attempt to swindle men. If they happen to chat with her she simply responds with a neutral answer in hopes to rid of them. Luckily this doesn’t happen much, never did anyway, though one can never be too cautious.
•• temptress
Now time to contradict her previous trait. By all means she’s no player or swine, heck she dresses in a dress which covers her body from head to toe! Though perhaps this oddity of her is what attracts the men to her clutches, subconsciously that is. Most of the time she tends to be astray from crowds and parties, always so reserved and quiet; that ‘enigma’ is probably what draws those poor men in.
•• friendly
Overall she has a nice character around people, even though a tad bit distant, and loves to go along with the flow. Most of the time she simply watches people have fun, almost afraid to tag along, though when approached radiates a warm, inviting feeling to the stranger. Yes, unlike most people who are scared of strangers she simply welcomes them with open arms and tries to be as helpful as possible. During most days she looks after the children and helping out at a local orphanage. Most likely it’s due to her background, not being able to grow up with the proper figures, going through hardships, she can relate so much with them and wishes nothing more for them to have at least one happy memory before reality shows it’s face to them.
•• detached
And this is why, despite being so beautiful to others, that she is ugly to herself. Everything she displays, gives out to people, is nothing more than a show, a sham. Due to all that experiment, recording, tests, she has nothing more left in her to be ‘human’. The psychic knows how to play along with the games of others as she loves mind games. She doesn’t trust people as much as it seems and prefers to seek solace in silence and isolation. The only time where she does show some type of real emotion is around children and with a few people here and there. However, her real being, emotion and soul, died so long ago.
•• wise
Throughout the many years of aimless wandering you it is safe to say that the experiment is quite educated, has been for some time, about many, many things. The ever changing time, the new inventions, the rise of good and evil, the new magics, she knows them all. Yet there is more that she has to learn, thus, leading her on a quest to being an observer and trying to gather as much information as possible. Among other things, surprisingly, she knows a whole lot about human interaction and is able to give out good advice once in a while; if only she could say and do the same thing herself.
•• tainted
Being an immortal can be quite tiresome, very taxing, thus leading to so much knowledge that it’s almost heart wrenching to bear. She has seen the horrors, felt them too, of what it was like to live for so long, to know so much, she can never be innocent or ‘normal’. Even as she grew up, from the first time she breathed in air, to the seemingly last, to opening her eyes in perpetual darkness, she has seen the same things over and over again. Humans, magical beings, animals, and creatures are always slaughtering one another, trying to reign supreme in vain attempts.
•• caged
This curse and blessing is Étoile’s being, no matter how much she hates and abhors it she is quite thankful nonetheless. She may be stuck in the endless cycle of time though at least she’s still living on, never to fade away into nothingness. Yet there are times when she feels like dying, truly moving on, because she has nothing left in this world, never had and never will.
•• Likes;;
•• Dislikes;;
•• Strengths;;
•• Weaknesses;;
•• Hobbies;;
••Habits;;
•• Ambition;;
•• Wish;;
History: The first time she opened her eyes, heard sounds, and felt something was a long time ago. Back then there were no such things as ‘computers’ or ‘humans’. No, way back then there were no such concepts, just ‘her’ and ‘him’, ‘he’ or ‘she’. It was quiet all around, dark and damp, a cold wind seeping through the door. There were blobs of black and circle of nods before they dispersed and headed elsewhere.
She watched them interact, talking amongst one another in a foreign tongue picking up words here and there, and learned through them. They didn’t mind her existence much and left her to her own devices. It didn’t last. It was about after a year of living she was put to sleep once more, never to wake up in a long time.
Next time it was a whole different place. There were bricks, red in the light but at that time were close to black, and people. They had weird contraptions around their eyes and they reflected her face, glasses, she concluded. Then there was a slight sting from her arm and she thrashed about, trying to pry off what she now detected as hands from her body, but to no avail. Seemed like she was strapped onto something and then she saw black again. However around in this time period she wasn’t put to sleep.
Hours after the blackout she opened her eyes to the sight of light and a charming face practically an inch away from her own. Of course just like any other person she jumped and fell out of the bed that she had been laying on, hair and body tangled and laying in a pool of mess. The other simply broke out in a fit of giggles and chuckles, calming down after a good ten minutes. He introduced himself as ‘Henri’, a squire who found her lying around in ditch on his way back home. She gingerly lifted her own hand to shake his own, opened her mouth to speak but stopped and tried again. The words simply left her lips, like a flowing river, almost by instinct:
“Pleasure to meet you, Henri, I’m Étoile Sanguis.”
He taught her the basics, the dos and don’ts of the time, when and where she could go, what she could wear, the general. He wasn’t around much, being part of the imperial army, but did his best to accommodate. He was quite the charmer, both in looks and personality, and didn’t force out a payment from her. She was quite grateful and tried to make herself useful around his place, playing a role of a ‘spouse’ really. Most people questioned the two but they wouldn’t really reply or make up some strange story; two unmarried people living together was sinful. Yet just like all things it couldn’t last. The people she had first laid eyes on, those scientists as Henri had explained, found out where she was and tried to reclaim her back. It seemed that she had escaped subconsciously and passed out somewhere, the ditch where Henri had found her in.
They almost succeeded, that they did, but instead they got her savior and killed him. He died quite honorably, taking a sword to the heart, and died in her bleeding arms, spouting some nonsense (no they weren’t, there were the confession she had waited for, but had no heart to listen to now) before closing his eyes. Then something just snapped in her as they approached her with gleeful eyes and twisted smiles. The group never made it far, being struck by red columns (which then fell apart as liquid blood), and she looked back, only to be struck with multitudes of arrows.
She was a witch who had seduced the young prince, who posed to be a normal peasant.
It was an everlasting cycle of opening her eyes and closing them, only to be awaken once more. She developed a slight fear of sleep, an insomniac trait, always fretting about who or what she would open her eyes to next. Every time it was the same thing, test, run, death, the pattern never changed. The only thing different were their torture devices, hooks, strings, tanks and whatnot. At time she herself was forced to kill another being, who did nothing to her, in order to survive. No, sometimes it wasn’t even in her will to kill but their devices made her do it anyway. Throughout this whole time they started to shape Étoile’s powers, those abilities that no one else had in the whole world.
Sometimes there was no recollection of anything and she to learn all over. At other times she had calmly gone to a self induced sleep, away and locked up from the world.
The last time she woke up she was finally classified as something, a ‘psychic’, who was labeled as ‘experimental’ and ‘unstable’.
She was in a tank, like before, hooked up with to wires and people in front of her were looking on passively, taking down notes. There was no need for surprise on her part, she was practically immune to it now. The odd thing was that they had actually let her out without her needing to break out and run. The person who greeted her was a young man, who greatly resembled someone she had seen before, with a small smile on his face.
Nate Inverno. His name was Italian, ‘birth’ and ‘winter’, though at the moment he, they, were in Japan. Weird.
He showed her around and filled her in a few things. Out of everyone she had interacted with through the countless of centuries he was the first to actually help her in some way. Nate had explained why they were doing tests on her and what they meant when the word ‘psychic’ was brought up. She was a strange creature, he had began, stating that she was neither a human or magical person. She had power like some, but it was one that was classified as normal. Then there were the other tests preformed which concluded her ability to use blood, fight with weapons, and most importantly, this ‘immorality’ of hers. It was either a blessing or curse from the gods but it was true. There was magic that was similar to her current situation of everlasting life, white magic, but not the same magnitude.
Either way, he concluded, she was alive now and that was what mattered.
From that point on she admired him, he was quite the character anyway. The psychic couldn’t really remember his face but he was quite the looker she sensed. Nate was a funny young man, always smiling and being helpful, despite his short comings. His magic, he explained, was quite inferior to his other colleagues but intelligence made up for it. That was why instead of being in school he was working for the government, trying to unravel more about psychics. She really admired him, very much so, and opted to call him, ‘Nii-sama’ like most did to their brother figures. This was, the first in a long while, that she was finally able to live peacefully without repercussions. The humans were ignorant of their existence and they couldn’t wage war on another, it would’ve affected and alerted the normal.
Then somehow things just had to fall apart their, at the peak of her happiness. It was so tragic this time, not as gruesome. Mister Inverno was suffering a long term illness, going back to childhood, and it was finally taking its toll. He died peacefully, away from prying eyes and knowledge of others, in the countryside where the two were hiding out. He had broken the rules and sneaked her off. The last things he mentioned to her was peculiar, odd even, but it brought some light into a few things.
“I hope this makes you happy, Étoile. You’ll be free, even if just a bit.”
It finally occurred to her that his face was an exact copy of Henri’s, his reincarnation. Oh the irony of it all. And with a glide of his hand, magically, wings broke through, dark, murky grey in colour. She finally understood why she was an experiment- scientists had been tampering with her being for a very long time now. Probably that was why she kept on wondering how she was able to control her powers more, was stronger than last time. The existence of that strange light that accompanied her, Ciel, for the past two centuries.
Either way the event made her disappear, run away from reality, for a good deal of time. When she finally returned to Japan things were very different yet she was still the same. Maybe now she would finally be able to live, even just a bit, before returning back to her wayward cycle of time.
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