Vision
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»Name: Celeste Abigail Pym»Alias: Vision»Age: Appears 21; Actually age around 2 centuries.»Gender: Female»Birthday: September 21st»Rank: Lieutenant»Division: 2nd
»Personality: Celeste Abigail Pym is an emotionally strong woman; a woman born to battle. As her forefathers before her, she excels in the art of soldiering and covert operations and also knows her way around military operations. When in the field, she is not afraid to look upon death for she rather enjoys the pounding of her heart and the rush of adrenaline that courses through her veins. Celeste is not only that but also a capable leader as well. She is a woman of vision thus earning the very title. Celeste is a woman who fights until the end, even if the fight is not entirely in her favor. Even so, and as much as it pains her, she is smart enough to know when to retreat. Yet despite having this option, she has never used it at all nor does she wish to use it any time soon. On the occasion she would though, she would never see it as surrender but rather tactical retreat for a reevaluation of the opponents. After all, one must know their opponent and reform a way to fight them if they were underestimated at first. Therefore, as stated above, it is not surprise Celeste was bred a soldier through and through. Nor a surprise that she enjoys fighting for the codes she has lived under -justice and honor. Celeste is of quick of mind and speech, able to lie and maneuver her way through nearly anything as her appearance can be used to throw people off course. As such, she can almost always manage to find a way out of situations or into them if she so wishes. Her calm and collected nature are quite indeed useful for covert operations as she almost never raises suspicions. After all, who would guess a woman of delicate appearance could possess the ability to take care of herself and know the ways of a soldier? Due to this, it is certainly not surprising that Celeste is a secretive woman.
Vision controls her emotions, sealing them deep within her heart. At times she is troubled, she results in a change of attitude and mood,. Despite this, she is quick to return to normal. Celeste dislikes being a burden to anyone so she may oftentimes conceal her feelings although she will gladly help out others. When incredibly upset, the soldier has the tendency of becoming ill tempered and sometimes, although rarely, violent (never to another person.) During calm days, she enjoy reading a good book by the fireplace or simply meditate. Celeste enjoys spending her time outdoors. This has made her become a rather independent woman, but she enjoys working and spending time with people nonetheless. She can be deathly loyal to a fault. That said, she is one to rush back into the line of fire to rescue and or help out teammate. She is is one to plan before acting and think before speaking in order to keep herself out of trouble. She isn't one to quickly trust, yet she isn't afraid to work with strangers to reach and complete her goals. Celeste tries to keep herself on her toes so that she isn't taken by surprise. If someone does earn her trust, then they will find her an invaluable asset. Celeste isn't one to back down. She fights until the end. This is due to her pride. It is then safe to say she is a competitive woman. She finds it hard to ask for help, but if she ever does, it means she respects the person greatly. When Celeste gives her word, she honors it no matter the consequences it may bring. It is, after all, what she got herself into and it is her duty to keep it. Reputation, for her, is what matters most. More than life itself for it marks the person forever, even after death. Celeste is a warm hearted person although she isn't one who shows it. She cares about people and will help them whenever she can. She is of curious nature, forever seeking answers to unanswered questions»Likes: + Her Position: Abigail is a woman who believes power. Therefore, being a Lieutenant is a position she holds dear. She believes that there is where she can make a difference and will not simply step aside from it.
+ Reading: Abigail is a woman who enjoys and loves to read. She is a seeker of knowledge and long lost mysteries. As she is a bookworm, she can oftentimes be found within a library surrounded by piles of books.
+ Discipline: Abigail is a woman who not only follows a code of honor and justice, but also the road of discipline. She is a soldier and thus believes that in order for someone to achieve their goals, discipline must be learned and executed.»Dislikes: - Laziness: Abigail is someone who does not tolerate laziness when there are things to do. After all, what is laziness but a set back in the road to greatness?
- Alpha Males: In a world where power is a measurement of strength and influence, Alpha males are big in the political arena. They tend to frown upon women holding a position of power, only seeing them as objects to be displayed. This is one of her greatest pet peeves as she believes in the equality of both genders. - Being Questioned: Having given orders, she dislikes being questioned. This is more so when it is just someone trying to make her feel incapable. Even so, she is of open mind and will listen to what the person has in mind. If they waste time, they shall be dealt with accordingly.
»Appearance Picture: »Eye Color: Crystal Blue»Height: 5ft. 7in.»Weight: 125lbs.»Hair Color: Blonde»Extra: N/A »Appearance Description: Abigail is a woman of regal stature. Her overall appearance tends to portray elegance and delicacy although is one to be able to hold her own. Abigail's golden hair can usually be seen cascading past her shoulders with a single, thin braid braided in. Her eyes are crystal blue, portraying beautifully upon her pale, fair skin. She is of average size, as tall as 5 feet 7 inches. Despite her height, she is quite thin contrary to her athletic build. Abigail is one to dress in a uniform and carry herself with an aura of authority even if she held no position if her own.
»Historical Information: - Spoiler:
"The end of the beginning..."
It was nearing twilight on the day of the 21st of September when cries of an infant could be heard echoing throughout the hall of a luxurious home. It was a house that belonged to none other than to Rogers and Jacqueline Pym -the couple both belonging to well respected families. As story would have it, the couple were one of the great pillars of the well respected Pym family; a wealthy family holding and producing a wide and strong lineage of well trained soldiers for the many generations to come. As such, it was no surprise that the powerful family would have a tradition that would ensure the continuation of the great military family. After all, it was the pride of the large family to fight bravely in wars and obtain multitudes of medals for victories upon battlefield. As the tradition would have it, the first born within each of the families within the Pym household were to enter the military as to expand the generation of bred soldiers within the family. Consequently, the infant born on that very day of September 21st would be the first of the two children Jacqueline and Rodgers would ever have. Yet, much to the parent's surprise and dismay, the infant was born a girl. As evidently portrayed, now, Jacqueline and Rogers Pym had a problem. For the first time in the history of the Pym lineage, the baby, the first born to the family, was a girl. The gender would not have mattered much if it had been a different family, but, within that very household, it was seen as a disgrace. After all, the heads of the great family could only see a woman as figments of beautiful displays in which to decorate the household and do her husband's bidding. They could never about to anything more. For them, a woman should never been seen doing a man's job as it was not their place to do so. They were to take care of the household and sit prettily for, if they were seeing doing things not 'proper,' their ranks would be lowered to nothing more but a mere pauper.
Not knowing what to do, the parents kept the infant hidden from the rest of the family. When asked about the delivery, it was claimed that their baby had sadly died upon childbirth. The tears shed by both parents upon telling the tale were not a farce, although they were shed for different reasons. The other families under the Pym name were not so easily swayed as to the story. After all, each child born under that very household were born healthy and strong. It was the way things were. Still, Rodger and Jacqueline could not be swayed from their tale. They furthered it by saying that there had been complications during labor and the child had not made it. Hearing what they needed to hear, the household moved on yet the parents were at a loss. How would they explain a female baby growing up in their part of the main house. With not much of a plan at hand, Rodgers Pym decided to leave the main house and moved to a city far from it where he and his wife could raise their daughter without interference of the main families and or of the other pillars.
Being raised far from the main house, the infant was able to enjoy the freedom that those who grew up inside of the household could not. True to the generations of Pym's, the baby was born a strong and healthy child. She was intelligent for, as upon learning to walk, she was quick to capture the basics of human capabilities for a toddler. Months passed by and the infant mysteriously remained unnamed. It wasn't until her first year that she was gifted a name, Celeste, after the heavenly sky blue and Abigail, after the pride she had given her father when she first learned to walk. As she grew up, Celeste was never captivated by fairy tails. In her mind, she could never be a princess, but a brave knight in search for adventure, honor, ad justice. Therefore it was no surprise that she would instead focus solely upon the knights in shining armor and warriors that bravely rescued kingdoms and damsels in distress dreaming that she herself was one. Once attending school or simply 'playing around,' the young girl, despite being of lesser strength than most, almost always seemed to get into fights. Particularly into fights with people much older than she. To her, it was all a game even if she ended up in the nurse's and or principle's office frequently. It took her parents a few years to finally acknowledge that their daughter held the drive of a soldier. That, even if they wished to protect her from the battle field and shield her from the family name and, with it, the tradition, there was no stopping the young girl's spark for the battle. It was then that her father took it upon himself to teach the young girl his trade.
Rodger Pym taught her the trade of the soldier despite his wife's protest. She conceded once Rodger had promised he would do anything he could to disway his daughter from perusing her current career choice. From hand to hand combat, which she wasn't much good at, to intelligence and counter intelligence, he taught her all. She was quick and eager to capture everything that Celeste's father began making the trainings harder and harder as hey went on so she would give up. Still, Celeste fought back strong staying up late to practice and study the art.
As soon as she was able to, Celeste registered into the military despite her immediate family's protests to wait a bit longer to train. Stubborn as she was, she could not be swayed from her decision. She entered the military as a private under the name of Hank Pym, supposed son of Rodger and Jacqueline Pym. As to why she had gone under the pretense of a man was that, although women were now permitted to enter the military, they were not given the same privileges as the males were given. Celeste was quick to raise in rank and earned the respect from her comrades. It seemed a promising future for the young soldier if not for the fateful night of October 13th.
It had been a hot, sunny day on the battlefield and everyone was on edge. The men were hesitant to proceed further and therefore arranged for a scouting expedition at sundown. Celeste and three other soldiers volunteered on the possible suicide mission, but, even if they wished to, they could not back out from it. Once the sun had gone down, the men ventured deep into the forest. They proceeded with caution, wary of their surroundings. The tension was high as they trudged on the mucky ground when something caught their attention. Afraid, one of the soldiers fired his weapon, compromising the entire mission. Angry, Celeste turned to give the soldier a deathly glare. She had just put her hand atop the rifle when a shot was heard echoing through the thick forest. Almost immediately, the third soldier fell with a thud besides the arguing two. The first had fallen. The following seconds moved slowly as if in a blur as Celeste moved into action. The second shot was heard and a body feel forward. The second had been hit on the shoulder. She rushed to pick him up and take him to safety despite the protest that his shoulder hurt. Having dragged him meters away, she aided him and treated his soldier before going off again to scout the area. It was a while before she came back and made her way towards her wounded comrade. When she arrived at the place, he was nowhere in sight. She was just about to leave when a pistol was placed behind her head. "Thanks, Hank. Pleasure knowing ya. " was all she heard before darkness consumed her. It was then, that Celeste died. By enemy fire? Perhaps. By the weapon of her supposed ally? Maybe. Even so and according to the military, Celeste had died as an acceptable casualty during a scouting expedition while the traitor, and her murderer, was labeled a war hero to the cause.
" The beginning of the end..."
Celeste awoke in an unknown place. The light placed above her burned her sensitive eyes and the soft minty scent that filled the room seemed to cause her to choke. As she stirred, the light was immediately moved and a soothing voice called to her. "What is your name?" The gentle voice asked. Yet all the soldier could do was shift her eyes blankly towards where the voice originated. She wished to speak yet her lips were to heavy to move. Celeste blinked repeatedly at the man as it was all she could do. The man smiled and brought a substance to her lips. Celeste refused to at first, but, as she felt the drizzle of water fall upon her dry lips, she immediately opened her mouth and let the downpour of water quench her throat. The man left her side and exited the room, leaving the soldier alone to reflect on what had happened. Several weeks had passed and the throbbing of her head seemed to disappear and she tried to remember her past. Little by little, she began to remember everything of who she was or had been long ago and lost. When she told of her tale to her host, now trusted friend, he grinned and spoke of an academy. An academy that would train her and hone her skills than she had ever though possible. He offered to take her there in exchange of a favor he could call upon to redeem whenever he wished. To this, Celeste agreed although she waited a few years to enter.
When Celeste entered the academy, she held it in hopes to extend her prior training. Unlike the period time she had had spent in the land of the living, she experienced the sense of appreciation and duty for her work and efforts to strive. Still, there were many who tried to clip her wings as they believed that, as she was a girl, she would not be able to accomplish much. Even despite the very notion they tried to instill upon her, Celeste fought back thus delving upon her books and training until she no longer could. Through her hard work and unbreaking spirit, she graduated and, after a long while, was able to achieve the rank of third chair within the Second Division. Celeste worked hard to bring honor and justice upon her Division, always striving to achieve and further the goals she had put upon herself. It was not long until there came a day where her world shattered, even if briefly. The day everything changed, leaving her to doubt herself for the first time in decades.
It had been like any other day when the Captain of the Second Division asked her and the Second Seat to partake on a mission with him. He claimed it was a dangerous mission and, if they didn't feel capable, they should not go. After all, it would lead to severe consequences if they were to hesitate in the midsts of battle. Having had this challenge presented to her, Celeste could not refuse. She readily agreed and off the three went to accept whatever outcome Destiny had in store for them. They were to track and find a Vasto Lorde, killing it when the chance arose. They spent a long time searching for the Lorde, their spirits never ceasing. Even despite the odds, they continued onwards until their hard work paid of. After having tracked it down, the group fought the Vasto Lorde although they made a grave mistake, they underestimated it. The three fought long and hard, but upon reaching the highlight of the battle, the Captain took a fatal blow with a Cero. It sent the Second-In-Command over the edge as he tapped into the Bankai and attempted to kill the Lorde. Celeste, injured, tried to get the Captain to safety, but it was not to be. If the Second-In-Command had not taken the decision to retreat, death would have claimed them all. The Captain died in the arms of the Kazangan, their now Captain. It was a day of mourning for all, but, for Celeste, it was a call to action to do anything in her power to enhance her skills so she could be worthy to protect the Captain and Division as their new Lieutenant.
General Skills
- Durability: Trained
- General Speed: Trained
- Strength: Proficient
- Weapon Skill: Proficient
Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Expert
- Mental Deduction: Expert
- Pain Endurance: Advanced
- Focus: Trained
Racial Skills
»Your Sample:
- Under the Full Moon 2.0:
A blonde haired woman walked silently under the blanket of stars that clothed the dark sapphire night. It was nearing midnight, but there, there the the city she now walked upon, the day had only just begun. The island was lively and alive despite the fact that the sun had long past since set. The joys of the people still continued under the presence of the colorful lights that decorated the place and their chatters could surprisingly be distinguished above the blasts of music heard all across the city. The woman continued to move gracefully and fluidly through the well lit streets of the famous Arkane Resorts; her manner and demeanor attracting many glances from the inhabitants within. Yet the blonde spared them not a glance for they were not at all part of the goal that she was heading on towards. Instead, her icey blue eyes were focused upon her destination that lay not long away from her current position. The young woman licked her lips. The Arkane Resort was an island dedicated to many and any sort of entertainment. More specifically though, it was the type of fun that was oh so delicately covered in splashes of sin. The woman quickened her pace, making her way through the multitudes of people and ignoring the attempting calls for fun that arose. It was not at all the reason she had come and so the woman walked onwards. It was then, as if the heaven themselves had opened, that in a blink of the eye, a shooting star streaked across the sky illuminating it for few mere moments. The woman stopped on her tracks and watched silently upon on of the nature's wonder. Perhaps this was a good omen? She stood still for many moments before continuing to walk. Currently, she had one thing in mind and one thing only, to make it to the Full Moon Casino.
Vision had heard it was a casino that stood out above all others. Its clientel rich and powerful with a grand appetite for ultimate control. It was the kind of people she needed to fund the guild; her guild, Noxx Hand. It was not before she reached the majestic place. If the Resort had it's own central, the Full Moon Casino was it. People walked in and out like ants in the search for food across the golden, marbled floors. The statuary and pillars rose high above the ground as if emphasizing that it was it. The woman smiled amusedly to herself as she gazed upon the Casino's splendor. Humans really did have their way to splurge their money about. She decided to enter and further access the structure within. Vision stepped foot upon its pearily white floors and made her way inside the beauitul casino causing, as before, most if not all the male population within to place their eyes upon her. The mage paid no mind, instead raising an eyebrow in acknowledgement to those within. As the woman walked, the blonde's green dress flowed with her movements adding much elegance and grace to it. Her hair was as blonde as the sandy beach, falling in waves past her slim shoulders. Her crystal blue eyes lit in amusement and her smile turned to that of a devious smirk as she made her way towards the poker game. The game was always interesting to see. And, if she was feeling that luck was on her side, she might play a game or two. For now though, she would just stay and watch, picking out any technique that the players played. After all, it wasn't in the cards that made the winner, but how one dealt them.
Unbeknownst to her, no sooner had she stepped foot into the casino did someone start to trail her. Yet, as she walked, the feeling of being perused washed over her. Still, Vision paid it no mind, instead stationing herself besides the poker table to watch the game. If the stranger following her wished evil intent upon her, he or she wouldn't do it in a casino. Too many eyes to watch. A few short moments later, she felt a warm, soft touch against her bare shoulders. "Hello, I just saw you entering." A man's voiced said in an attempt to be flirtatious. "A gorgeous woman should have a gorgeous company," Upon hearing the man's words, Celeste turned. Her face held much curiosity and her eyes twinkled with mild amusement. Wasn't he the charmer? "Gorgeous?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow and a devious smirk. "My, you certainly do flatter a person such as myself." Yet before the man could utter a word, it was then that Darius, her fellow ally and guildmember, appeared out of the blue. "You should not touch what you cannot afford." Her ally said calmly as he stood between her and the stranger. Darius, she had forgotten the man had been following her as a personal bodyguard and consultant. Still, she was surprised he had made the appearance. After all, he hated places such as these.
The shadow mage shifted her eyes towards Darius, amusement now clearly shown upon her face. The scholar playing hero. She couldn't help but feel a sliver of admiration towards the mage for standing up and showing his loyalty towards her... but... "Why, Mr. Darius." she said with a hint of jest. "Afford? What a rather interesting use of the word." Natalia gave a light laugh. So many possibilities and meaning they held -the words. It was the beauty of them. One, if they knew how, could play with words in order to gain whatever it was they wish. All without a problem. "Although... My head does hold great value, but that is a different story..." It had been all in good humor and fun until a blue haired man appeared from the.. blue. "I swear that if you touch someone from my guild... I will kill you..." The blue haired man said with a smile, but his meaning quite clear. Without a moment of hesitation, Natalia moved in front of Darius, giving the newcomer a hard, warning glare. Her eyes never shifting from his cold ones nor did she show any means of hesitation. Vision was not one to cause trouble, but she was definitely one to end it. "Then we are on the same page." she replied coolly, in a sort of stand off to the stranger. Celeste may be a woman, but she was definately not a damsel in distress.
Tension seemed to rise until she shifted her eyes around the casino, taking in the stares and murmers of the various clientel. She wished not to cause a scene, at least not inside the casino, or it would destroy her mission completely. With eyes still in a deadly glare, Vision softened her posture slightly and forced a smile. "Gentleman, I advise moving this outside if you wish to continue. If not, then, why, allow me to buy you some drinks." She gave a nonchalant wave of her hand as if in dismissal. "I have heard the margaritas here are certainly to die for." Without further ado, she gave a simple nod to Darius and moved from her place. If the males wished to follow, they had opportunity. If not, then, they would be at a loss of a powerful ally. After all, Noxx Hand was indeed the most powerful of guilds within the realm of Fiore. Even if they knew not of it's existence. The woman smiled darkly to herself. Every story had a protagonist and she was it.
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