Valentine, Ciel Rene

[ciel rene valentine]

" Hey! Over there! Isn't that
* CIEL RENE VALENTINE ?! - "

" i can't get it right since i met you . "

" Let's ask them GENERAL QUESTIONS! "

N A M E Ciel Rene Valentine .
B I R T H D A Y 2 / 19
G E N D E R - Male .
A G E - Twenty .
S P E C I E S - Human -> Fallen Angel .

" Let's ask them PHYSICAL APPEARANCE QUESTIONS! "

P H Y S I C A L A P P E A R A N C E -

Ciel is an interesting looking man who has his own unique form of beauty. His unconventional face has an ephemeral beauty, square with high cheekbones and sharp features. He has large, pouty pink lips and catlike blue-green eyes. His hair is curly and tousled, a pretty sunny blonde color.

He's very tall with long legs and a lean torso. He's slender and lean, almost feminine with an androgynous quality. His skin is pale, but has a warm glow to it. He looks weak and almost frail with his thin bone structure and natural grace.

P L A Y B Y - Mathias Lauridsen.

" Let's ask them about INSIDE! "

L I K E S - music, carnal pleasures, solidarity, quiet .
D I S L I K E S - obedience, conventionality, restrictions, boredom .
S T R E N G T H S - lying, piano playing, intelligence .
W E A K N E S S E S - physical strength, hopeless romantic, suicidal tendencies .
P E R S O N A L I T Y -

Ciel is a complicated person who is deeply conflicted. On the inside, he has violent, passionate, carnal urges that make him crave sin and deprivation. But he constantly tries to fight off these malicious urges with his conscious, which is terribly afraid of what he might become. Ciel loves what he hates, and hates what he loves. He wants to be controlled, but can't stand it. He wants to be left alone, but can't bear it.

On the outside, he tries to be tame and meek, never getting in anybody's way. He tries to be a good boy, but that's not who he is on the inside. In essence, Ciel is scared of himself, especially during the changes he's experiencing and fighting so hard to resist. But even now he's starting to question his resistance and what it would mean to simply let go.

" Let's ask them about thier HISTORY! "

P A S T -

When Ciel was a human in the real world, he was the prodigal son of a wealthy family. He was a piano prodigy by the time he was seven years old, playing Bach and Beethoven on the national news for kicks. He parents were perfectionists, and always encouraged him to play better and be better at what he did. Unfortunately, Ciel's life came to a complete halt when he was kidnapped from the park when he was twelve years old because his nanny wasn't paying attention.

Ciel spent four years living in the basement of Todd McCarthy's house, an obsessed fan of the boy's who had been stalking him for two years prior. Ciel went through a lot of sexual, emotional, and physical abuse before the police found him when he was sixteen years old. Ciel's mind seemed permanently damaged, and he spent two years in a mental institution in order to regain his sanity. Ciel went back home when he was eighteen, but was never the same. He became addicted to painkillers and eventually tried to commit suicide before blacking out and arriving in a strange new world.

" Let's ask about EVERYTHING ELSE! "

R O L E P L A Y S A M P L E -

Ladies and gentlemen, we have just lost cabin pressure. Ethan knew exactly the feeling that preceded an annihilating amount of anger. It was a drop in the pit of his stomach, as if he was suddenly in free fall. It was at that precise moment that he snapped his mouth shut and had to remember what his anger management teacher had taught him. How to remain calm. Ethan felt his stomach fall when Silena opened her precious little mouth. He just sort of looked at her for a second, stunned, as if to ask "do you know what you're fucking doing?" Then he had to pry his eyes away and focus on his breathing. Breathe one... two... three...

But she just kept fucking talking. "Like waves on rock, like waves on rock, let it wash over you, Ethan, or so help me god..." Ethan thought to himself, trying to remain unaffected by her innocent little quips. But it was making him sick. He was tired of putting up with Kane's bullshit, and now he was just supposed to grin and bear it while this little brat fucked him? She didn't even know the half of it. She had no perception of anyone else but herself and her own pathetic teenage misery. Ethan was not breathing. He was not moving. And if anyone listened closely enough, they could hear the creaky bending of metal pipes and pillars within the mainframe of the walls. Ethan forced himself to stay calm. Stay calm, or else the entire building might come collapsing in around them. If he was lucky he'd just kill himself in the rubble and all his problems would be solved. Unfortunately Ethan's powers were bound and determined to keep him alive as long as possible.

The thing that miffed him the most was her comment about his paycheck. Fucking spoiled brat. Even though his suit had been wrinkled, didn't she know Dolce and Gabbana when she saw it?

"Yes. A lot of people act the way you do," Ethan started out, eerily calm and quiet, "because most of the people here are a bunch of spoiled pureblood brats whose parents can't wait to dump them for someone else to take care of." Ethan glared at her, but remained seated on the desk, still as a statue. "So let me ask you one question, Miss Di Angelo: why are you fucking around? I mean, seriously! You've obviously got brass and talent; why don't you come to class and kick some serious ass? Look, if you want to 'stick it to me' or whatever, do it that way. Be stronger than me - be smarter than me. But fucking around like this? I mean, who the fuck cares, right? I've been where you are. I have been there and more. So either put up or shut up. Either come to class ready to prove me wrong, or get the fuck out of this school." Ethan spoke passionately, but his anger didn't get the best of him. He seemed to be relieved by his words, and the walls stopped creaking.

But, he didn't wait for a direct reply. Ethan promptly stood and started packing up his papers into his bag, refusing to acknowledge Silena as she was - a smart little coward. He didn't know exactly what her issues were, but he had an idea from the ebb and flow of the school. Boarding schools were rough places. Ethan remembered when he came to Marx, all alone and overwhelmed. The only way to protect his self esteem was to be surly and isolated. He was two seconds away from going back to the streets before someone challenged him into staying. The rest was history. And in the long run, it was a much better choice than one-hundred dollar stands on dark street corners. Ethan picked up his bag and readied himself to leave.

K N O W N A S - EATERY !
H O W Y O U F O U N D U S? - Ad hopping .
A N Y O T H E R C H A R A C T E R S ? - Nope.

[ADMIN, YUMI]

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