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Cecilia Keelan

"Because I feel like the worst, I always act like I'm the best."

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a character in “Aeonis Academy for Demigods”, originally authored by Verix, as played by RolePlayGateway

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вυт I'м ѕтιℓℓ ℓσσкιηg ρяєтту ιη тнιѕ ∂яєѕѕ. ❞

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⌠ DAUGHTER OF DIONYSUS⌡
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FULL NAME::
Cecilia Keelan
.: Blind :.

NICKNAME(S):
Cece ; Familiar
Lia ; Familiar

DATE OF BIRTH:
March 5th // Pisces

AGE:
17

GODLY PARENT:
Dionysus

YEAR:
11th

GENDER:
Female

SEXUALITY:
Heterosexual ; Heteromantic

ETHNICITY:
Welsh ; British

DIALOGUE OR THOUGHT COLOR:
#e84e67 ; Dialogue
#ee9295 ; Thoughts




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PERSONALITY:

It is only with a certain level of arrogance can someone live as if all the land were a stage built solely for them, and to say that is how Cecilia thinks would be an understatement. Although, contradictory to that she does not hold herself to be on a higher pedestal than the next person for she thinks they are all equal in a sense. "The world is what you make it, so why not for you?" because while she might think that life was a thing created for her, she also knows that it is something to be shared. Confusing? As it should be. If there was a word to describe her it would be eccentric, and quite possibly in the best worst case. That being she could have turned out to be much worse.

And there seems to be an abundant of energy stored inside her that never runs out of power, but rather goes to sleep for a few hours only to charged up once more. Constantly you will find her skipping or even twirling down hallways all the while singing a tune of her latest composition. Not loudly mind you, but not quite quiet either. Her voice is strong with a British accent that resonates though the hallways in a way nothing else can.

Once more, defying everything you might have thought about her, she doesn't have a high pitched voice and nor does she talk a lot. Never having too many friends to talk to might have been the reason though, but it's so etched into who she is that she doesn't talk much that's she's grown not to mind.

But maybe her carefree attitude is a cover. A way to protect herself from what she knows will be the inevitable; fallen expectations and heartbreak. It's easier to fake happiness than to show despair - a tell tale sign of weakness. And trying to hide such emotions can cause a person to become mad in the head.

Although, this is all speculation because even she doesn't know what's real or not anymore.




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QUIRKS & HABITS:
More often than not Cecilia won't use contraction words when speaking, she doesn't know where she picked it up from but it happened anyway. sometimes she draws a little heart underneath her right eye

LIKES:
♈ Cabernet ; What can she say, she enjoys the finer things in life. ♈ Singing ; It's a past time she's grown to do that was created from the utter monotony of life. ♈ Calligraphy ; Beautiful handwriting just makes appreciating art even more valuable. ♈ Sheep ; Odd, but they're adorable. ♈ Plants ; Maybe it's because she can control them, but really it's because she can make better tasting wine.

DISLIKES:
▰ Quiet ; It's too lonely for her. ▰ Brown ; Not only is it dull, but it represents a sort of calm she thinks is better suited for older age. ▰ Conformity ; Isn't it exhausting trying to be like everyone else?
▰ Soda ; It's cheap and gross and it's a trend shouldn't have lasted as long as it has. ▰ Owls ; They're so weird with how they can turn their neck in such unnatural angles and the way their eyes follow you.

FEARS:
☠Claustrophobic ; It's needless to say that she likes her freedom whether it be mental or physical. Stuck in small places creates panic and makes her hyperventilate. ☠Abandonment ; She fears that one day everyone she's ever known will walk away; it's happened before.




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FAMILY::
Unknown // Mother // Unknown

RELATIONSHIP WITH GODLY PARENT:
Only once has Ceclia met her "Father," and it was long before she gained her ungodly alcohol tolerance. It was during her freshman year in high school that he appeared and told her to attend an academy for people like her. Of course not wanting to believe it she ignored his advice, but it was when she was kicked out of the orphanage and the only thing left to her name was a plane ticket did she know she had no other choice.


BIOGRAPHY:
As a child she had a mother, but wasn't old enough to remember her name let along her face. The last fleeting memory Cecelia has of her is the sensation of bigger hands prying her own tiny ones off theirs. She was left at a zoo where in a crowed no one could see who left such a poor child alone; and it was only when one of the workers found her wandering - crying - did anyone pay attention to her.

From there she was taken to an orphanage where because she was not a 'baby' no one adopted her. So, she grew up caring too much about not caring. And as if only to take her sorrows away she needlessly got into trouble and drank underage, only to find that never once did get seriously drunk. Tipsy a few times after large amounts of alcohol consumption, but never dangerously so.

The workers at the orphanage pitied her for she could have been very promising, but her life didn't turn out as expected. It was only after meeting Dionysus did she understand why she was like that, and possibly the reason why her mother left her.


FAVORITE POWER:
She's an open book in the sense that people judge her by her cover. A girl who'd rather dance though life than take any sort of responsibility, and while it might partially be true it's not the whole truth. No, there is a side to her that she keeps hidden very well, enough so to even trick herself. But there is a madness that only those who know the pain of hiding something feels. Cecilia loves to invoke madness in others as it had done so to her. The effects never last long, but it's enough for her to feel as though maybe someone in the world could understand her.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Any question about her feelings will be met with laughter and another question asked by her.



So begins...

Cecilia Keelan's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sourav Park Character Portrait: Theodore Fawkes Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Colin MacCormack
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    L O C A T I O N ; Warehouse
    O U T F I T ; here

    Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #e84e67 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #ee9295



_____EARLIER THAT DAY ;

The sun was rising on a girl who had never slept in the first place; and as if it were taunting her wherever she moved it's rays always seemed to find her eyes. 'Fuck off,' she wanted to say but knew it would be utterly useless for the sun didn't give two shits about whether or not it was inconveniencing her. It was an unmovable by any mortal standing, and trying to make it budge my the sheet power of will was preposterous.

And so, trying to work around the major inconvenience Cecilia resumed the task she had started earlier; cleaning the damn warehouse. It wasn't so much that she liked to tidy things up, but when there was an inch thick layer of dust on the floor she knew it was dirty even by her standards. 'That is probably why I got the place so cheap.' she started ,'No one has lived here in over three years. I wonder why...' but her question was soon answered when the mechanical noise of the elevator screeched it's horrible screech. Dropping everything in her possession she ran toward the machine was surprised to see no one was in it's chambers.

But, deciding to ignore the strange happening Cecilia continued sweeping the floor all the while silently humming to herself a tune she couldn't quite remember where it came from; something swift if she remembered right. Walking through a crowd, the village is aglow. Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats... Mumbling turned into full on singing with exaggerated dance moves.

The distracting or the songs kept her from growing tired of such a monotonous and job and before she knew it the whole floor had been swept clean of any dirt. It only took half a morning and a full night to do everything, but it was done and the feeling of accomplishment was something she relished in. Doing things by herself for apparently no reason was not her forte, but for the sake of what was to come she didn't mind. (that much)

TO: Collin, Theodore, Sourav, Amanda,
FROM: Cecilia
if u have plans tonight cancel them, you will understand why later.

The message she sent was vague, yes, but purposeful. The details could come later, but for now she had flyers to print and an academy she had to attend.




POST-MORNING

Arriving at exactly eight-o'-clock Cecilia spared no time talking to others and instead hung up her poster beside the notice to attend the opening ceremony at nine-thirty. She paid no mind to it though and instead smiled to herself - admiring what she had designed. She was proud of what two cans of monster and blasting rock music could create because for sure sure she wasn't a graphic designer, and it took everything she knew about art to create just that.

Her feeling of elation didn't end there though, the fact that she could even host such an event was astounding. The warehouse she had rented, even with a discount, was still over any normal high school student's budget. How she had earned enough money was an adventure in itself, but the past is the past and she can't do anything to change it. One thing was for certain though, if need be she could move to Italy and create her own wine company and still be a lethal competitor to most elite of wine producers.

But after what seemed to be hours, her head was deflating and soon enough it returned to it's normal size. The satisfaction was still there, but to a much lesser degree. And in her coming back down to Earth she remembered the notice next to her poster and decided to do as she was instructed for once. "I wonder if the others are there yet," she thought, and so to pacify herself for the time being she sent a text to Sourav which read something along the lines of "no one here I know where are you??!" because while she didn't mind being by alone sometimes, she didn't particularly like it.


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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright
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Amanda rolled her eyes at his comment on her walking away, “Is that because my fine derrière sways so softly, or because you like to see the back of me?” She teased as she lead the way to her room, no doubt her roommate would be there, but Amanda wasn’t exactly worried, she got presents for everyone, granted they got small things, like a small packet of sweets, but still, it’s not suspicious at all. Feeling her phone vibrate in her hand, she quickly looked down to read the message, rolling her eyes at the mystique Cecilia was trying to build, but it was pretty obvious she was holding a start of the year party. ”I think Cecilia is having a party, you wanna go?”

[To: Cecilia]
[I’ll be there, chick :P x]


“Annnd! You said no presents, I never agreed to those terms.” She replied, looking over her shoulder with a slight flash of her pearl white teeth as she smiled at him. “But yes, I got you a present, well three.” She said with a pop of her lips, as she spun around and started walking backwards. “They’re only small things, I don’t even know if you’ll like them.” She said with her teasing smile and a shrug.

“Bigger than a bread bin? No, none of them are that big, you could probably fit them all into a bread bin.”She stopped outside her room, and as to accompany her previous statement, she gave him a cheeky smirk. “I gave you a clue with the scent of Woodstock, the other two are edible. That’s your clues.” She told him, poking him gently on the bicep in a teasing manner, before opening the door and pulling Jensen in gently. Once the door closed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, much more passionately than the last time, she pulled away far sooner than she knows he likes her to, it was a fun way to tease him after all. “This isn’t your present by the way.” She said with a slight chuckle.

Image“Wait on the bed, I’ll fish them out.” She told him with a smile, before actually making her way over to her suitcase and unzipping it to reveal a rather large amount of clothes stuffed within, she didn’t really care if any of them fell out as she searched for the bag which held the Metallica shirt, the present she was most nervous about, she didn’t know if he liked them that much, and the self-sealed bags of raspberry bonbons and vanilla fudge. “I know you have a sweet tooth and like old rock, so these may have been terrible gifts, they just made me think of you, so I got you them.”

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Phoebe Lane Character Portrait: Altair D'Cruz Character Portrait: Briar Förstner Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Valentine Mcallister Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright Character Portrait: Levi Schultz Character Portrait: Bambi Elwyn-Fukui Character Portrait: Luna Nyeong
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"Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again,
Reproductive glands
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PLAY WITH YOUR DOLLS ──────────────────
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"Man there's a star,
bound to a body inside of me
20 million degrees,
burn a man to his knees
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outfit; x


[left]I REMEMBER MY FIRST LOVE ──────────────────
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Bambi Elywn rises from her bed at seven o' clock in the morning, her dormitory soundless and egg-shell walls thick with silence, she tip-toes towards the corner of the room.

The corner of the room holds a miniature civilisation- however, the metropolis slumbers. Bambi takes a skeletal hand, glides it over the edge of the city with the weightlessness found only in those with the blood filled with souls of the damned.

"Hac die nocte et hora, obsecro sacra. Vivent omnia in loco vitam omni in hoc loco. Et ambulabunt loquere & eam, oculos habent sicut accipite. Da mihi virtutem accendere ejicio da & eaque beatitudinis. Unde ex hac nox & in hac die, et vivetis sacra"

Slowly, the residents awake from summer hibernation. The power grid, expertly crafted by a child of Hephaestus, whirrs to life, lights flicking on one at a time
- offices and skyscrapers and streetlights, illuminating the streets in a spectrum of neon insomnia. Miniature cars, each hand painted and insanely detailed begin to rev their engines, small explosions of smoke sputtering from exhaust pipes. The girl's mouth curls in a toothless smile, her laughter almost deranged.

"Missed you."

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She turns the corridors with precision, wedge shoes making a soft scuffing sound on the ground, the only other noise except from the faint music that could be heard from her broken headphones. She doesn't know exactly where she's headed before the ceremony starts, but she's avoiding the spider-web cracks on the floor with relative ease. Hop-scotching along the hallway, rock blares in her ears in your everyday oxymoron of the girl wearing bows and listening to people sing about death. One moment she's spinning, sailing, falling through the air like a brick, and the next she's jolting awake when the music stops abruptly.

"Hey!" A stocky built boy is lying on the floor, tangled in the cable. Green eyes (rare, 16% of the world population), olive skin (Mediterranean, Spanish), brown hair (34% of the population) ... Freshman. He flips her off with his eyes, brow furrowed as he flails around the floor.

"Sorry." She says, nonchalant. Apathetically, she tugs the cable from under him.

"You're that girl! The weird one! Someone told me about you." She narrows her eyes.

"In this current predicament, my... friend, you seem to be the weird one" She states, staring him down "[color]Although I suppose that is my reputation[/color]" She clicks her tongue on the back of her teeth and shakes her head lightly, eyes hardened and fingertips grazing the hem of her denim jacket.

"Your mom was a serial killer. That's so fucked. Probably why you're weird, right? I'm Brooks. Brooks
(npc) is my first name." She pointedly stares at him and mutters something inaudible. Fuck this guy.


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Mostly empty- except from a few of the more timely students, Levi lies backward on his chair, resting his head on the seat below. His mind is taking him through the endless expanses of earth- through impossibilities and through geothermal conditions unable to be survived by a mere human. He floats over cities, their glittering veins of light dazzling so high. He floats above the atmosphere, to the celestial playground of the stars and through the infinite universe...

"Briar..." He folds his arms under his head, "Sometimes I look at the night sky, and I know I want to be there... it sounds idiotic..."

He sighs, picking his phone from his pocket and running through his contacts.




To: Lunaaa

Missed you, sis! Can I see u after the ceremony??? Need 2 talk.

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To: Mandy

Ciao Bella ;), where are you??? Btw, I've got 'The Notebook' with me <3 Friday night plans?

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To: Cici (Cecilia)

Even the finest vineyards in Italy couldn't produce wine as good as yours :) missed you babe!!!

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To: Bee + Altair

Haven't seen you in ages! TTYL guys :) Meteor shower soon!!! Any plans?

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To: Valentine (Fiocco di Neve)

Fiocco di Neve :) You are okay??? The ceremony is starting soon. I made cookies if you want something unhealthy 2 go with breakfast!




Occasionally, Levi may forget a rule of English grammar, but he's certain that most people understand what he's trying to say. As such, it isn't really a problem for him. His understanding of texting is rather childish, and so the way he texts does reflect that in some respects, including the multiple consecutive uses of punctuation.

"Hey, Lois Lane!"

He sees a flash of a certain blonde, a laugh escapes his lips and he smiles from the corner of his mouth.

"Does that mean you are Spiderman?"

He cocks an eyebrow but subsequently bursts into lyrical laughter. Bambi walks over and sticks her head over his, alarmingly close, Levi's eyes dilate in horror. She's actually going to?. Instead, she brings a short finger to his nose and touches it lightly.

"Boop."

She then jumps over Levi, parkour style, and slots herself in a seat. Levi brought out the playful side in Bambi, and after that encounter- she definitely needed a boost. She acknowledges the Förstner girl with an head nod, not quite recognising the face but smiling rather absentmindedly.





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Character Portrait: Jensen Adler Character Portrait: Juliette M. Kingsley Character Portrait: Cecilia Keelan Character Portrait: Amanda Cartwright
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Jensen followed behind Amanda as she led the way to her room. "Party huh? Sounds like fun. Count me in babe." Jensen replied to her offer of a party Cecilia is apparently throwing. As they walked, he couldn't help but to wonder what his gifts were. Though her getting him three gifts did make him nervous. What if they some really thought, and expensive gifts? And all he got her was a single, ten dollar book. While she did like the book, he would feel pretty crappy since she got him so much more.

When they arrived to her room Amanda opened the door and pulled him inside. It wasn't ten seconds after she closed the door was she on him. She kissed him much more passionately then before. As they embraced Jensen's arms wraped around her, and his hands began moving down her back. And then she pulled away. Such a tease. She'll pay for that. Although he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. It's nice to have someone to keep you on your toes every once in awhile. "If that wasn't apart of my present, then what? Was it because I've been a good boy?"

He did as he was told, and took a seat on the bed. With each second he grew a bit more nervous, well not visibly of course. When she brought him his gifts he took them from her to look them over. He started with the candy. He picked them up, and opened the bags to take a good whiff of them. And they smelled delicious. Next he picked up the shirt, and held it out in front of him. "Well, I guess these will due." Jensen sarcastically remarked, of course by the big smile on his face it was obvious he loved them.

"I should probably try it on huh?" Jensen said as he took off his shirt. "You know, a part of me thinks you only got me the shirt just so you could get my shirt off. He smirked as he put on his new Metallica shirt. It fit fairly well too. "So, how's it look? I gotta say though, I feel a little bad that I only got you a single book. I'll have to make it up to you I guess."

Jensen got up, and stood in front of Amanda, being mere inches away from her. He brushed some of her blonde hair aside, and leaned in for a deep kiss. After about ten seconds he stopped. "I guess I'll...start...now." He whispered softly into her ear. Jensen swiped her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. He then preceeded to continue to passionately kiss her. He gently laid her down on the bed, and crawled up their with her. He continued to make out with her before he moved onto her cheeks, and began moving down her neck.

Once he got down to the base of her neck they were Interuppted by the sound of Jensen getting a text. "Looks like I'm in high demand today." He smirked. He sat up on the bed, and looked at his messages. While normally he would ignore all calls and texts when he was with Amanda, he had to punish her a bit for the teasing earlier. "Looks like Sunshine is lonely, and wanting to meet up in the cafe. She's got some sense of timing. So what do you think?"

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