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Ciel Nyx

"You know something? In all honesty, we are merely just searching for someone whose demons play well with our own. That being said, it's your turn to make the next move~"

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a character in “The Infinity Realm”, as played by Ever







♔ Race ♔
Demon (species unknown)
♔ Role ♔
♔ Gender ♔
♔ Nickname(s)/Alias(es) ♔
"Hebi" or "Hebi Ojo" || The name she went by when she was the Oyabun of her street gang. To those close to her, she was merely known as "Hebi"..however, in the underground illegal community, she was revered as "Hebi Ojo".
♔ Age ♔
Looks to be 18, real age is forgotten.
♔ Love Interest ♔
♔ Face Claim ♔
Junko Enoshima
♔ Sexuality ♔


Image♔ Height ♔

♔ Weight ♔
94 lbs

♔ Build ♔
Extremely elfin and petite....yet, oddly enough, having a place in both the seductive and innocent realms of classification.

♔Hair Color ♔
Typically, the tresses hold a light, pastel bubblegum tint. However, depending on the available light, the warmer tones of salmon and the cooler tones of frosted cream will dominate over another and cause the color to lean in various hues.

♔Eye Color ♔
An enigma to most, many would want to say that those cool orbs are of a powder blue hue at a first glance. However, upon closer inspection, those same people will quickly change their mind as swirled hues of slate grays, ceruleans, navys and frosts make themselves known.

♔Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ♔
Birthmarks || Clear as day, on her right hip, there exists a very distinct marking in the shape of a spade.

Tattoos || Ciel has only one tattoo on her body; an Ouroboros with wings wrapping around her upper right arm.

Piercings || On her right ear: a winding silver snake to symbolize her gang alias. On her left ear; a spider web cuff to symbolize her best friend and leader, as well as three climbing faux diamond studs.

Scars || Multiple scars litter her body from the past.. not all of them received with honor or bravery from fighting. The most dominant ones are as follows; a jagged trail winding from the left side of her collarbone to her left hip and a spiraled trail from her right knee to her right ankle. The minor ones include various slashes on her upper arms and legs, rather small and quick claw-like marks on her stomach as well as two faint lines crossing at the base of her neck.

Image♔Description ♔
Noted to be a beauty that could rival, and surpass, that of any known model, Ciel boasts an appearance that could be both described as seductive and innocent. Standing at the petite height of 5’1’’ with a weight of a mere 94 pounds, this particular girl has been naturally molded to possess a physique carved like a perfect hourglass.. something of which women have spent decades trying to achieve. Without a single qualm occupying her attention concerning varying fashions and if they would suit her body type or not being able to become seductive, it's noticeable right off the bat that Nyx is constantly confident. And, much like a lioness, she deserves every ounce of that prideful poise. With her nipped waist, soft curves, well-endowed bust and delicately crafted digits, one can always count on Ciel to turn heads.

Moving onto her hair, yet another selling point, it has been argued by many that this sin has been blessed with a gift. Generous amounts of silken naturally colored hair that, when caught in the rays of the sun, illuminates with a brilliant pastel bubblegum tint, cascades and frames her silhouette perfectly... almost like a drawing. Typically consistent, the prideful girl will sport her waterfall in two high twin tails, the tresses teased to hold unearthly volume. When in this state, the tresses's tips will hover just shy of her belly button...and when let down? Easily, the length extends past her hips. On the note of her bangs, seeing as Ciel views them as highly essential for framing, they have been styled in such a way that even the longest strand doesn't extend past her the inner corners of her eyes.

Now then, the other qualities are stunning and all but the major factor that sets this particular girl from the crowd are her eyes. In her opinion, as well as her friend's and stranger's, the brightly-colored pair are her best and most alluring trait. Why? It's all simply due to the breathtaking contrast they provide with the rest of her appearance. Almost constantly, the orbs seem to flux in their varying shades of baby blues, slate grays, and ceruleans..never quite seeming content in staying a single hue.


Image♔Oddities ♔
✪ Violent || Stuck in a mindset that the only way to get things done is through physical threats, Ciel, unfortunately, is quite violent. Of course, she
Imagetries to restrain herself arounds her fellow sins..but sometimes, even they can irk her to the point where she has to put a hole in a wall .
Image✪ Fussing || The surefire way to know that you've embarrassed Ciel is through the stereotypical and cliched habit she has; she'll fuss with a lock of her hair, gaze averted from the perpetrator and a light rose will Imagecolour her cheeks. Of course..a swift punch to the gut is soon to follow.
Image✪ Nail Biting || When perplexed by something, L, noticeably, lightly bites the nail of her right thumb.
Image✪ Blunt || It's almost ridiculous how severe this habit is; Nyx, for the life of her, can not be anything but 100% blunt and opinionated about every matter. And oh my..if you ever tell her she is wrong..
Image✪ Twitch || Another bad habit, when annoyed or offended, Nyx's right eyebrow will give a small twitch to declare such aggravation outwards.

Image♔Power ♔
⌈Power Manipulation⌋

Image✠ Replication || Through a simple action, such as the brushing of hands, Ciel is granted that power her subject possesses. However, with something as light as hand Imageholding, it will only be granted for a few minutes of use. In order for her to gain the desired power for a longer amount of time, this girl must have physical contact with the victim for at least five minutes. But, Imagein order for her to gain the power for eternity, Nyx must find a way consume a small percentage of her target's blood.
Image✠ Nullification || After gaining the power for either good or for a short time period, Ciel becomes instantaneously immune to the users of the powers she possesses. Meaning that Imagethey will no longer have an effect on her (for example; someone tries to attack her with illusions, the power won't be able to manifest).
Image✠ Stealing || If she so wishes, Ciel may "steal" another's powers and turn them into a physical manifestation (usually a gem of some sorts) of her choosing. Entailing these conditions, she can Imagepreserve other's powers to use later for herself or her comrades (by insertion into their blood stream via being ground up and consumed), or just keep them safe for the person she stole them from...and, Imagenaturally, she can decide how much to 'steal' from the person in question (she can either steal the entirety of their ability or just a smidgen). Of course, much like the Replication trait, Nyx must develop a type of 'link' to her target, be it through sharing blood or physical contact, in order to take their power.
✠ Reflection || If already possessing the power, be it in her body or in it's physical manifestation, Ciel can "reflect" a person's power back at them. Meaning that if someone attacks her with a power she already has, she can make it rebound to their conjurer and injure the initial attacker.
✠ Detection || Through physical contact or intense concentration, Nyx can determine who has a power and how strong it is.
✠ Enhancement || Though a tiring ability, Nyx, if concentrating and remaining with skin-to-skin contact, can increase everyone's power reserves by tapping into her own.

❖ Effectivity || Seeing as she is young and highly unexperienced, Ciel's power isn't always stable. This means that, only at certain times, does it work like it's fact, there are times where it'll randomly act up and do something the complete opposite of what she asked for. (ex: instead of Detection, Nyx could accidentally end up Stealing).
❖ Energy || Due to her weak body, this power is extraordinarily taxing on her frame. In fact, the more advanced abilities, if used for extended periods of time, can actually lead her to faint.
❖ Usage || For now, Nyx has to have physical contact to bring about her ability. As such, she can't simply glance over at someone to steal or copy their ability.

.:.The Abilities Ciel Has Currently.:.
{ Limited Ice/Snow Manipulation }
|| Currently restrained to freezing the air around her, covering a 20 foot radius of ground in an ice sheet, frosting plants, and manifesting small amounts of snow. This was copied from; Arya, the embodiment of Chastity. ||
{ Energy Detection }
|| Can detect the energies of others, the emotions a room has in it and how many people are within a certain area. This was copied from; a passing through aura reader. ||
{ Illusions }
|| Can craft very mild illusions and implant them into people (3 being her limit). These illusions are not ones that differ GREATLY from reality but are more of a twisted truth...however, those with a strong will and mindset easily can combat this power. This was copied from; a demon known as a "Dream Wanderer".||
{ 'Parseltongue' }
|| Able to speak with snakes and have them understand her. This was copied from; a snake demon. ||
{ Blood Usage }
|| Thanks to stealing the power from a Blood Manipulator, Ciel's blood now has the following properties; remove toxins upon it's digestion, provide energy spikes, allows others to see her memories, and provides accelerated healing. ||

♔Likes ♔
♥ Her Power || Not many can say they have the same abilities as Ciel...nor can many say that they are living copying machines. As such, due to the uniqueness, L has an infinite amount of pride concerning it's existence.
♥ Freedom || To Ciel, almost nothing is better than being in control of what she wants to do, where she wants to go at that moment.. and trust me, she'll fight tooth and nail to get this leisure back if someone steals it.
♥ Cloudy or Rainy days || Sun and pale skin never mix well.. especially so when that said-person has light sensitive eyes.
♥ Playing Games || Immortal life can be pretty boring after a while...which is precisely why Ciel has taken up playing games with others. Be them mental or physical, voluntary or doesn't really matter to her. As long as the time passes.
♥ Snakes || Her alias has to do with the serpents, she has a winding snake on her ear, an Ouroboros tattooed on her upper arm...she even talks to snakes! Yeah, it is pretty fair to say she's obsessed with snakes.
♥ Sweets || A guilty pleasure, the quickest way to her heart is to provide her with sweets.
♥ Gambling || Not exactly the world's healthiest habit, L has always been quite partial to the idea of bets. And it shows.. this girl can literally win any challenge thrown her way.
♥ Poisons || Something about them, how each one is so unique, just fascinates Nyx almost as much as snakes do.
♥ Expensive Tea || Another secret pleasure of hers, Ciel just adores high-quality, loose-leaf tea.
♥ Control || Having had influence and followers since she was born, it's a natural and expected concept for her to possess.
♥ Math || Surprisingly, Ciel is quite partial to numbers and facts. Hence is why she is practiced and skilled with solving equations.

♔Dislikes ♔
✘ Threats || A natural instinct, sure. But Ciel takes any and all confrontation personal..and, as such, she'll deal with it on a personal level.
✘ Her Memories || Hating them with such an intensity that she keeps them in the shadows, not even her peers know much about who she use to be.
✘ Losing Control and Freedom || Pretty self-explanatory.
✘ Spicy or Bitter Foods || By far the easiest way to get on L's target list. Just..don't.
✘ Swimming/ Large Bodies of Water || Since she never learned how to swim, it is only natural that Ciel would hate it.
✘ Birds || In her opinion, birds are noisy, disgusting and messy creatures that shouldn't even exist..particularly songbirds.
✘ Being Idle || Hardwired with constant adrenaline, being forced to stay still and lazy is Slyder's greatest nightmare come true.
✘ Romance || The whole concept seems like a such, she would prefer to avoid it.
✘ Those Who Interfere || This applies to really anything that interferes with her, and the other sin's, fun.
✘ Sun Exposure || Literally, all she has to do is be out in the sun for a matter of a few minutes without sunblock before being burnt to a crisp.

♔Hobbies ♔
✔ Math Calculations || Dubbed to be the "Human Calculator" by her governess, Ciel has never let go of talent. In fact, it has now become a hobby seeing as she will relentlessly do worksheets and problems....and she has yet to meet a math problem she couldn't solve in 30 seconds or less.
✔ Tailoring || A hidden passion that many do not know exists, Nyx is rather handy when it comes to clothing design (hence her odd outfit). Armed with a needle and material, this woman's creations never fails to impress and captivate.
✔ Poison Concoction || Another passion of her, Ciel adores learning about poisons. Be it from their effects and how to undo them, crafting or implanting them, Nyx, frighteningly, knows it all.
✔ Contortionist || A hidden ability that surprises practically anyone and everyone, most are unsure whether to classify this as disturbing or breath-taking. Born double-jointed in her legs, this has led to Ciel being abnormally flexible and agile to the most extreme of degrees. To give you an idea, this girl can fold her legs behind her head and lift up her body to walk on her hands for over an hour without tiring or cramping.

♔ Phobia(s) ♔
❖ Weaknesses || An odd phobia to many, it's all too real for Ciel. Being the sin of Pride, she can't help but feel any vulnerabilities and weaknesses is a sense of failing, of imperfections on her part.
❖ Heavy Thunderstorms || Tying into her childhood, she was often left alone during thunderstorms which had, ultimately, ended up scarring her.
❖ Birds || Despite always saying she hates them, Ciel, in all actuality, is terrified of the winged creatures. Perhaps she picked up this phobia from her snake companions or because she doesn't trust their access to freedom... whatever the case is, she'll start fidgeting and duck for the nearest building at their sight.
❖ Snowfall || Coming from a time when she was lost in a snow storm and nearly died on a family vacation, Ciel now is terrified of being anywhere near snow.
❖ Achluophobia || || The fear of the dark. At times, Nyx can experience moments where she has intense anxiety attacks when left alone in the dark for periods of time. Though she refuses to admit it's origin, it has to do with the fact that she was often left alone as a child during the night.

♔ Personality ♔
♠Prideful ♠ Boldly Reckless ♠ Fearless ♠ Violent ♠ Adventurous ♠ Impish ♠ Confident ♠ Sly ♠ Curious ♠ Bipolar


Image♔Relationship Status ♔
Single || And I would like to keep it that way..

♔ Family ♔
Elizabeth and Thomas Faust || Both are long dead by now. Thank god for that.

♔ Personal History ♔
"I'm only going to tell you this once, so listen up ok?!

First off, first off; I wasn't actually born with the name "Ciel Nyx". Heh..would have been cool though. Nah, I was legally born with the name 'Alice Odette Faust', daughter to Elizabeth and Thomas Faust. Stuffy, right? Sounds like it would belong to an heiress or some rich bastard, right? Well. It does...did. My family is, was, on the aristocratic spectrum of society, my dad being a big name Hollywood producer and my mom descending off a branch of the British monarchy. Like hell I'll tell anyone that though...damn, I've kept it for this long and I'm not letting that secret go. Anyways, I was a single child. The princess, the apple of their eye, all that damn sappy stuff.. whatever I wanted, I got. Gotta admit, it wasn't a bad life....but still.. it, no I, had no purpose to living. Fuel the economy through useless, materialistic things I would never use again..that was my job. Though a lot of people would probably kill for advice? Don't waste your time. It's not worth it...especially so when you never get to see your mom or dad because they are off somewhere having "vacation" time.

Well, being the little heiress I was, my mother and father deemed it fit for me to take etiquette, to be a well-mannered and temperament member of 'civilized' society (as they called it). Damn, it was horrible. My Governess (what, you thought my mom would teach me? naive are you? Nah, she preferred to be on a yacht somewhere getting skin cancer) would make me recite poems in various languages, ballroom dance with books balanced on my head, play my instruments for hours on end... I swear, I could have called Children Protection Services under a case of abuse and they would have agreed with me. Anyways, yeah..that was my life until I turned 7. Never allowed outside, never allowed any other entertainment aside from books and 'classic arts', never allowed to mingle with other kids outside of my social class. Pure torture.

Then I met him. He was originally hired under our chef's ward, apparently as a favour between friends. Of course, I wasn't allowed to talk to him.. plus, he was 9! 2 whole bloody years older than me.. and trust me, that's a big deal for kids. But, eventually, my curiosity overcame my fear and I ended up slipping away from my Governess. He was out in the garden, I remember, taking care of my mother's favourite flowers, back turned to me. God, I was so nervous.. I mean, this was my first time actually outside without supervision! And without a sun hat! How scandalous >as my mother would say<. Anyway, I was a stupid kid, stunned into silence..but, luckily, he turned around first and, despite his surprise, introduced himself as "Corbin Kingston". I guess you could have called it puppy love.. but, in all reality, it was more than that. Soon, we were venturing out in the world together, Corbin, as my guide, showing me all kinds of wondrous things. Namely how to live on the streets. Damn.. it so fascinating, so foreign to me..and I loved it. He was the one who showed me how to shoot my first gun, how to defend myself in a fight, how to know when to bluff and when to act. Heh..guess you could pin all the blame on him.

Well, like everything damn perfect thing in this world, it had to end. There was a slip up and my Governess spotted us out in the arbor, I happily whittling away with a pocket knife and Corbin reading a book on- actually..I can't remember...but he did love books *cough*. It was at that moment I believed in Hell. To spare you the long and painful story of my mother's lecture, I was separated from my only friend at the age of 9, kept to the East Wing of our house and Corbin banished to the West. It was, at this point, that I started to change. Depression, suicidal thoughts, rage, the whole package. It was a gruesome time....and then my depression turned to seething hate for my parents. I don't know exactly how or when but I could only blame everything negative within my life as their fault..and I wanted to get rid of them. My interest in the human body and poison surfaced and, soon enough, I was out extracting my own concoctions from our garden plants. I can't help but wonder if I knew what dark intention was, the one lying under my conscious at this time..but..9 year olds don't tend to ponder on the metacognitive. By the time I was 10, Corbin 12 at this point, I had perfected the art of poisons..and I felt the urge to test it out. One night, at dinner, I had arrived before my parents did. And guess what? That little vial was starting to look pretty friendly, my ticket to freedom... However, I ended up backing out. Though, I won't lie, the thought of placing a drop or two in their glasses was tempting.

Eventually, when I was 12, Corbin disappeared. Just one night, he upped and vanished.. of course, not before leaving me a cliched note outside my door. "I have to go..but I'll be back for you. I promise". And, like always, Corbin was true to his word.. though, our reunion was a tad bit unconventional. It was the night of my 14 birthday when it happened. A group of men, all with guns and masks covering their eyes, had interrupted my, more like my parent's, bloody gala, all oh whom were searching for me. Kidnapped and bound, I gotta say that I was terrified..but when they pulled up to a warehouse, friendly smiles plastered on their faces, those emotions kinda went away. Needless to say, Corbin conducted the operation. And, most surprisingly, he had, somehow, become a mafia leader, a part of a gang called "The Devil's Score". Unsurprisingly, I soon joined in and became Corbin's second in command, the one to lead if anything ever went wrong..then we wrecked havoc everywhere. Hell, we even went into turf wars with other factions for territory. I was involved for 4 good years.. killing, ruining, annihilating. But.. it was fun...despite the carnage.

It was a week after I turned 17 that my rebuilt life went downhill. We were on our way to a settle another dispute, Corbin had just recovered from a severe fever.. I originally didn't want him to go, I told him it was a bad idea, but he wanted to be part of the action. Our job was simple; take out this other gang invading our spot. But, damn.. it went wrong. Our idiot planner forgot to factor one single detail; they were "The Shields", a faction far out of our reach in terms of brute force. Naturally, we got there, fought, lost, and ran. However, Corbin was running kinda slower than the rest so, instinctively, I stayed behind to help him get to the car. One minute, we were running. The next, he was down on the ground, a bullet stuck in his thigh. I wanted to carry him back, to save his sorry ass..God only knows I did. But.. he was still my commander. And, if the leader gives you an order, you follow it.. so I did. I ran under his word.

Two days later of us worrying out of our minds, "The Shields" contacted us, this time by sending in their terms along with pictures of Corbin's condition. Those bastards had tortured him beyond what was reasonable..and, on top of that, their terms for his return was in exchange for all the territory, all of the fame and wealth we had earned the way, to be transferred to them. Normally, any person would have agreed, would have readily bared their bellies if a person's life was in the balance. the worst of timings, I said no. I felt tired of being pushed around, especially after just gaining my freedom..and, as I saw it, those filthy bastards were just like my parents. My pride got the best of me and I denied, claiming we could get him back on our own power. I still regret that decision. Not even a whole day after I sent in my reply, we found our leader's body on our door step, brains blown out. The only person I had ever treasured in this world was dead because of my stupidity, because of my arrogance.

The last memory I have of that day was me running in a sobbing mess, blindly, not even knowing where the hell I was going. I remembered I ducked into an alleyway, muttering and trying to convince myself that it wasn't my fault, that I did the right thing.. my pride wouldn't allow me to believe any of it. And then it occurred; a flashy display of white light and bam! I was in Infinity, labelled as a the embodiment of 'Pride', and ushered into a new life.

Now then, let's forget this ever happened, alright?"


So begins...

Ciel Nyx's Story


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Location: Underground the Graveyard of Fear
Time of Day: Morning (5:25 A.M.)
Three hours prior to the Gateway opening

"Almost show time~!" Whisper purred out, opening a rather small coffin that laid on a rotten wood table, a satin white sheet covering it just to keep the coffin 'safe'. He had periodically dug this coffin up throughout the years, almost as if he could never part with it. Whisper's smirk was ear to ear at this point as he stroked a large orb, it's insides nothing put pure black. A void of pure nothingness. His mission, his plan, was finally coming together perfectly. After thousands, millions of years, finally he had found the perfect subjects to bring to "Infinity". Ones that, no matter what they did, would eventually aid him in hi venture to gather all one-hundred and fifty pages. No matter if three were the only ones needed, his master desired all of them.

Whisper, since the moment the original four friends had even stepped foot in the realm, had always been watching. Always observing them for the slightest of flaws, cracks, as one would say. He needed ways to hit home, to make them stay. He found those ways, and within only about maybe a million or so years, maybe even less, all seven sins had finally gathered. Now the real show would begin.

As for the virtues, well, he had no apparent control over them. He simply was making an educated guess that they would just so happen to show up within three hours from now. Then, his beloved "puppets" would do his dirty work for him, with a little persuasion that those tiny, pathetic virtues would be their ultimate downfall without all the pages.

Oh how devious! Yes, absolutely devious! Once that was done, all he would have to do would b-

Crap, where had he put those papers? He needed to send those papers off to each one of the sins!... And Kouji. He couldn't forget Kouji. "Goddamn it..." Whisper hissed, gathering the papers he had put together about each Virtue, mainly just describing where each virtue would be located once the gateway would open. What they chose to do within the next hours or so would be up to them. Knowing Kouji, he'd mostly be on top of things, try and locate the largest group of his fellow 'comrades'... But wouldn't that ruin the fun of this all? Scribbling one more thing down on Kouji's paper he'd be receiving, it would direct him to the Ocean District. Now he was having fun. He grinned as he began rolling each separate piece of paper into a neat looking scroll, tied with a ribbon.

Chuckling, Whisper tightly gripped each copy, he climbed the wooden ladder, pushing the tombstone that hide the entrance to his lair aside, climbing out as he pushed it back into place, sealing that entrance. Without even a word, there were eight crows in front of him, each one in a matter of minutes having the ribbon tied around their necks and taking off to their designed targets.

Letter to the Sins

Hey! I thought you should know, but the Gateway is going to be opening soon. The rest of the virtues are coming. Perhaps, you would like their locations listed below? Good luck finding them before the others! Oh, and I'll send the virtue that has been right under your nose the entire time to one of you as well.

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer
Kouji - Diligence

~Yours truly,

Letter to Kouji

Hey, the rest of the virtues will be showing up within an hour or two from now. I'll send them to the Ocean district, so wait there, okay? If their haven't arrived an hour from when you get this letter, then there might of been a slight complication, so you may need to go after them... Good luck Kouji, you'll need it for this. Here is the locations incase someone doesn't show up...

Temperance - Forest
Patients - Business/Residential
Humility - Red-light district
Chastity - Black Market
Kindness - Never Ending Winter
Charity - Never Ending Summer

~Your friend,

Time of Day: Morning (8:25 A.M.)
The Gateway opening precisely now.


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Location: A mile away from the Gateway.
Time: 8:05 A.M.

The cold never bothered her much.

The crisp morning was accompanied by the icy winds that blew past her hair, her eyes opening despite the protest of her heavy eyelids. She had slept outside, again. Well, by then it was a common occurrence, but it still took time to register each morning how utterly alone she was in the world. What time is it? She took a glance up at the rising sun, not high enough as to bring any warmth to her cool skin. Probably around 6... With a small stretch, she pushed herself up against the wall, balancing herself before glancing around her surroundings.

A world of a pristine and innocent nature huh? She recalled the words the Gateway had promised her, her light brown eyes flickered slightly in the dim light of the sunlight. No.. She shook her head, her light hair scattering around her shoulders. It took her days, but she had made her decision. "Plant your feet on the ground, Arya," Her brother's voice rang through her mind, startling her out of the daze, "Plant it firm. Remember. This is reality, and this is where the truth lies." Yeah... If you were only here to see the truth with me.

The sound of her light footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned strip of sanctuary she found for herself several nights before, choosing it as her temporary abode. Her brother was right. It was time for her to stop running. Her hand reached up to take the small rubber band from her wrist, pulling the heavy strands of her hair into a half-ponytail. I won't go... She closed her eyes as she reached her final decision.

"Hey. Hey. Come on. Don't run." She swore she was alone, but the sound of scurrying footsteps told her otherwise, her attention immediately snapping back toward the man that held the corner of her coat. "Come on, sweetheart, no need to be frightened." To tell the truth, Arya was frightened, but her facade did not show even a hint of it, the icy eyes glancing at the group of men with cold, calculating gazes. "Let go." Even her voice was cold, much like droplets of ice falling onto glass. She did not even wait for a response, the hilt of her coat began to harden from the waist down, a trail of ice crawled its way toward the man's hand, and within seconds, the ice had crawled onto the man's arm. "Oh you're f--" Arya did not wait to hear what the man had to curse about, nor did she wait for the group to realize what she had just done. With quick movements that are only able to be done with her small size, she scurried away from the group, her hair a mess in the wind, but at the moment she could hardly care less.

I've always been running... For once, the cold air seemed to bite into her, the sound of footsteps behind her sent the chills up her spine. She did not know where she was running to, nor did she know why she had stopped. But within seconds, the reason registered. The Gateway... Before her eyes lie the dazzling Gateway, the one that promised her a world that she no longer believed existed. "Get back here you f-" There was no longer time for hesitation. She pushed herself forward, the mere motion of such sent her tumbling through the place that promised to be her abode.

Location: Black Markets
Time: 8:25 A.M.

This is not what was promised me...

Darkness. Her pupils adjusted painfully to the sudden darkness that blinded her, her hands struggling to pull herself off of the hard ground. But within the darkness was not silence. On the contrary, it was chaos. Her hands held onto the collar of her coat as she hesitantly walked forward, her light steps barely pulling attention toward her as she looked at the scene that unfolded before her. "It's a market.. That was definitely obvious, seeing the rare items and weapons that laid in piles around the scene.

Where am I..? The air around her dropped in temperature rapidly, and many gave her a cautionary glance as she brushed past, not even noticing the chilliness she has created in the atmosphere around her. With each step, the ground frosted underneath her before melting as her foot left the ground, her warm gold eyes scanned the area for something.. Anything that was promised to her.

I don't belong here.. Her steps began getting quicker, unconsciously dropping the temperature within her proximity into an uncomfortable coldness as the panic rose in her mind, but her eyes nonetheless cast that icy glance around the markets.

Liars. You're all liars.


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|| The Black Market ||
|| Ciel's Office ||
|| 6:25 A.M ||'s almost perfect....but... trailed off the Sin's inner voice, a presence of longing giving the words life. Powder blue orbs ticking over the rough sketch of her newest outfit, a punk lolita of sorts, a frown tugged the corners of her mouth downwards. Letting out a frustrated groan, the young woman threw her dulled charcoal pencil on the grandfather desk, a light plink blooming in the silence as the object rebounded off the mahogany. Exhaling with an agitated huff, Ciel pressed her spread palms against the edging before pushing outwards, her high-backed, CEO-esque leather chair swiveling in response. Taking light, ballet reminiscent, steps, Pride waltzed over to tightly sealed blinds, the causers of the watery darkness. Humming a nameless tune, Ciel's lithe form took pause by the window, a tapered finger delicately hooking around cloth strips. Pulling a single one downwards, a thin stream of sickly gold flooded through the crack, exposing the view on the other side.

Below and on the other side of her own world, an intricate layout of tents, in various hues of cloth, were sprawled out, each with their own specialty. Patrons of the market were chattering to one another, arguing and fighting, drinking and being merry... Ah yes, the joys of a Black Market. Gazing fondly at the chaos below, Ciel felt herself slip into a blissful trance..however, the sharp caw of a crow interrupted the moment. Giving a sharp tsk at the distraction, Pride's sharp eyes narrowed in on the bird, a message bound to it's body. Flickering her gaze over to the open back door, a slight smirk erased the frown before a grimace took it's place. Of course. Just flew right in, didn't even bother to alert me. How disgusting.. and Whisper just had to send a bloody bird. seethed her conscious, stature marching over to the animal with contempt. Snatching the message off it's carrier, it was all Ciel could do not to call a python to come and consume the nasty creature. Instead, Pride settled for a vicious snarl, eyes narrowed with an air of menace, "Alright, got your message. So disappear, you mite-covered rat." As if taking injury through her words, the crow let out another screech of disagreement before lifting to flight and out the door. Unscrolling the message, a mischievous smirk and impish sheen painted their way onto her features, the words delighting her. So...a virtue is coming here, huh? Heh...well this should be fun.

|| The Black Market ||
|| In The Crowd ||
|| 8:27 A.M ||

"Sooo….where is she gonna appear at..?" projected Ciel's inward thoughts vocally, her teeth sinking thoughtfully into her lower lip. Tapping her crimson-painted nails against her left hip, those warmly cold orbs scanned the crowd. Of course, she had left her office minutes ago so it was just slightly more difficult to peer through the bustle of people but… how else was she going to find this virtue? Giving a small huff of agitation, a painful awareness of her time being wasted registering into her conscious, Pride had just spun on her heels, all intent to give up the search, when movement caught her attention. A petite white haired girl, about her height, was moving about in the crowd…obviously without any previous experience on how to move through a mass. A small snicker was given by demon seeing the fretting Virtue being forced to flow about by the other busybodies. Pathetic…should I help her..? Debating what to do, Ciel was about to leave her be when something interesting halted any notion of abandoning the newcomer; there was frost expanding with each footstep she took. Eyes alight with excitement, a mischeivous smirk slowly spread onto her features as she hastily threaded her way through the crowd. Banishing that devilish smirk and replacing it with concern, a facade so convincing that just about anyone would believe she truly meant good, Ciel knitted her eyebrows together and widened her eyes before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey….are you ok?? You seem kinda lost.. are you new here?"


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Location: Black Markets
Time: 8:30 A.M.

Let me out of this place…

It wasn’t like Arya to panic, but her mind raced frantically as her eyes darted around the dark markets, the frost underneath her feet growing thicker and lasting longer as her foot left each spot quickly. The mass moved around her, some shoving her forward and others simply leaving her be. The chaos and noise were deafening to the girl that always preferred solitude.

Stop running Arya. With the memories of her brother’s voice, her footsteps slowed slightly as the crowd pushed and shoved around her. Why are you always running? She shook her head, attempting to shake his voice out of her mind. Although comforting, she did not know how to answer that question. What was she running from? Impurity? Corruption? …Promises? Placing her hands onto her ears, she stopped herself on the last thought, forcing the memories that threatened to break in.

“Hey… are you ok?? You seem kinda lost.. are you new here?” Arya froze just as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Despite the comfort it brought, a jagged spike of ice struck up near her foot, nearly touching the girl the voice belonged to behind her. Her eyes flickered backwards, turning her body suddenly as to face whoever had touched her shoulder, never liking the feeling of the touch of others. However, the girl didn’t seem to mean harm, in fact, the person that stood in front of her seemed to have a much softer appearance than any other beings wandering around this horrid place. She’s pretty… Arya would have to admit, the girl looked like she could be a model. But even so, she was never one to trust just about anyone.

“I’m fine.” Her façade was immediately back up, the cold look in her eyes seemed so paradoxical to her fragile build. “No… I’m not new.” Her pathetic attempt at a lie even deserved a mental slap from herself. Quickly changing to topic as to hope the girl in front of her did not notice the pitiable lie she has just tossed out, she turned her eyes away from her, focusing her mind on the crowd instead. “Would you happen to know the way out of here?” That was what she wanted to know, and she didn’t hesitate to throw the question out. The person did not look new nor inexperienced, thus, she would know a path out of here… Right? However, her distrust for the seemingly kind girl in front of her was reflected in the constant chilly temperature around her, enough to raise the goosebumps on anyone that passed within a few feet of her.

But somehow, the cold didn't seem to bother her... Truly. It never did.