GENERAL INFORMATION
♔ Race ♔
Demon (species unknown)
♔ Role ♔
Pride
♔ Gender ♔
Female
♔ 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 ♔
TBA
♔ Face Claim ♔
Junko Enoshima
♔ Sexuality ♔
Heterosexual
Demon (species unknown)
♔ Role ♔
Pride
♔ Gender ♔
Female
♔ 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 ♔
TBA
♔ Face Claim ♔
Junko Enoshima
♔ Sexuality ♔
Heterosexual
APPEARANCE
5'1''
♔ 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.
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.
MENTALITY ♦
✪ 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
⌈Power Manipulation⌋
✠ 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.
⌈Limitations⌋
❖ 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 intended..in 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 involuntary..it 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 hassle..as 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
BACKGROUND
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 that...my 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? Heh..how 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. But...in 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?"
