Bellum Chronus: Ciel Angove

Name: Ciel Angove (Ah-ng-oh-ff if that makes sense)

Gender: Male.

Age: 19.

Height: 6'0 ft.

Weight: 178 lbs.

Legion: Trainee.

Desired legion: Military Police.

Stats:

» Combat [2] - Older kids were aware of Ciel's economical status, they considered him a spoiled kid, and therefore, an easy target. These 'bullies' constantly stole things from him and annoyed him as a young child. After years of abuse, he started training himself to fight those that harassed him.

» Mobility [4] - Before learning to fight, he had to run and hide from anyone who chased him. He's quite fast and capable of controlling every part of his body.

» Strategy [1] - Creating plans has never been his strength, he usually does what his first instinct tells him, surprisingly, sometimes it works.

» Teamwork [0] - He's no good in this field for many reasons, mainly because he wouldn't want to be accused if something goes wrong. He definitely won't die because of someone else's incompetence/mistakes.

» Enthusiasm [3] - If it's dangerous and challenging, he'll volunteer immediately. He'll do anything to get extra points, his main mission to be the best of all the recruits and be able to guard himself in the protection of the inner walls.

Signs of the quiet, cold and scared kid who lost his family and everything he had can still be perceived when you get to know him well enough, but he has become pretty good at hiding this thanks to his little sister's help. He's a happy guy, cheerful, charming and social, friendly and noisy. He'll literally talk to anyone and quickly create bounds. With girls, he's a total flirt, using all his tricks to try to impress them, his dirty mind a good source of never-ending perverted jokes. He likes being surrounded by people all the time, making jokes, laughing, having fun; being alone frightens him. Since he saw his mother dying, he doesn't like teamwork, this is the only field where he prefers to be alone; he wouldn't be able to take the sight of another loved one being killed.

Even if he appears to be a really nice guy, don't be fooled by his pretty smile and bright personality. As soon as he feels completely comfortable in a place, or starts to believe someone is worthy of his trust, he becomes a total jerk. He has a best-friend type of relationship with everyone: carelessly offending them just for his amusement (though he doesn't want to insult them, he's just kidding), annoying them and even ignoring them sometimes. He was a spoiled kid during the first years of his childhood, hence he's insubordinate and selfish, wanting to give orders to everyone and doing things his own way. Also, being raised surrounded by maidens that did everything for him, he became a real male chauvinist, believing female-kind was merely created to do the clean up, cooking and pleasing him, therefore, he's really lazy (he tries to find a fast, easy way of solving problems that bore him, but if it's something of his interest, he's pretty enthusiastic) and unorganized, relaxed and careless. However, his mother taught him discipline and respect, so he's able to suppress his stubborn nature when he considers necessary. He's smug, cocky, a douchebag, qualities that successfully hide his insecurities.

Ciel is also aggressive, territorial, overprotective, brutal and a person who uses violence above common reasoning any day. He's quite perseverant when it comes to achieving his goals, which makes him a great trainee since his main mission is to be at the top of the class to run and hide in the sheltering inner walls. He's not the smartest kid, he only has basic knowledge about pretty much everything, hence he likes spending time with intelligent people that full-fill his need for information, people who are able to answer his every question. As someone who experienced the pain of loosing a loved one, he highly values life, so he might come off as a coward, but he just doesn't want to die, and will do anything to stay alive. As he had to survive on his own and take care of his sister for a few years, he became an expert in the art of stealing, running and hiding, so he doesn't really have a conscience anymore when it comes to corruption, he could casually rob and not feel guilty by now.

His parents met when they were trainees and quickly fell in love. Their connection grew stronger as the years of training passed by. They knew it wasn't right, their paths were different- while she wanted to explore the world outside the walls that caged them in, he wanted to stay inside where he felt somewhat safe. Their graduation arrived far too quickly, and they took separate ways.

For four months, she successfully carried on with the expeditions outside the 'cage', fighting monsters and witnessing how the number of people in her team reduced one by one, her friends torn away from life. But she knew she had to stay alive, after all, it wasn't only her life she was protecting. Although at first she effectively hid it, her pregnancy soon became obvious and she was forced to leave duty. Once again, their paths crossed, and together, in an elegant house in Wall Rose, Ciel was conceived.

As a soldier of the Garrison Police, his father was a corrupt, drunk man, whose money was acquired through frauds, which Ciel obviously didn't mind, as he was raised by two loving parents, in a house full of maidens that followed his every rule. Surrounded by expensive attentions and elegant furniture, he was a spoiled unique child who enjoyed a luxurious life-style. He was taught to be a flirt, an asshole, a jerk, bits of his personality that he got from his father. However, his mother made an effort to create a good citizen, showing him about respect and discipline.

When he was 11 years old, Camile was born. They were a happy family, they had everything..., But this story doesn't have a happy ending: 2 years later, Ciel's mother caught a mortal infection, she was slowly dying in front of his eyes, and within days of helpless medical attentions, she was gone. It wasn't long before his father, out of frustration and depression, took his life away, leaving his 13-year-old son and young daughter on their own. Struggling, Ciel managed to keep themselves safe and healthy, every sign of the happy boy now lost. They were adopted by an old nice lady who promised to help and take care of them. As his sister grew older, her cheerful personality and smile became contagious, slowly bringing the old Ciel back.

» Addresses any attractive female as 'Mrs. Angove'.
» Adores food, to the point he would carelessly go into the kitchen and take an extra portion to satisfy himself. He knows what it is like to be hungry and have nothing to eat, so he takes it seriously.
» He smirks all the time and flirts with anything that has breasts. //orz
» No matter what you say, he'll turn it around and make it sound dirty.
» Firmly believes everyone around him is supposed to satisfy him, mostly people that are shorter than him (even if they're older), he'll probably give them orders or treat them as his subordinates.
» When he doesn't know you, he's really nice, but as soon as he starts to trust you, he turns into a complete jerk (so when he's an asshole it's kind of a compliment, it's his method to let you know he considers you a close friend ´ v´).
» Takes his training seriously, don't interrupt him, he'll get extremely mad.
» Likes fighting, he actually wants to meet someone he can consider his 'rival'.
» He's not easily surprised.
» Sometimes his sister makes him flower crowns and forces him into wearing them, which he finds completely embarrassing.
» Also his sister styles and dyes his hair.
» He never got to fully-learn how to read, so books infuriate him and gets quite nervous if asked to read out loud.
» He speaks Spanish (thanks to his mother), but only swears in this language (which he does a lot).
» Dark and everything that hides within scares him - But, because of the stars, he likes night.
» The sight of his blood being shed can either make him faint or get extremely angry, he doesn't really control this reactions.
» He ABSOLUTELY hates it when people chew loudly, he just looses it when this happens.

Likes/Dislikes:
+ GIRLS.
+ Food.
+ Violence.
+ Rain.
+ Flirting.
+ Teasing.
+ Intelligent people.
+ Shiny things.
+ Dancing.
+ Being naked.
+ Girls naked.
+ Flowers (red roses mainly).
+ When people touch his hair.
+ Adrenaline, dangerous, risky situations.
+ Challenges.
+ To annoy people that are shorter than him.
+ Quiet people, because he can do all the talking.
- To be interrupted.
- 8-12 years old kids.
- When things get out of control/don't turn out as planned.
- Stupid people.
- Getting dirty or wounded.
- Being underestimated.
- People that don't trust him.
- When his (or any of his loved ones) life is in danger.
- Being shouted to.
- When older people treat him like a kid.
- Having to say 'no' to his sister.
- Tea.
- Singing.
- Dogs, and pretty much any noisy animal.
- Being alone/left behind.
- Surprises.
- When others think he's weak based off the way he acts around his sister (cheerful, loving, cautelous - pretty much the opposite to the way he acts around his friends).

Motivation:
» Surviving, but mostly taking his sister somewhere she's completely protected.
» Going back to how his life was in the earlier days of his childhood - a luxurious life-style.
» Learning to suppress that side of him that wants to go outside and risk life for mankind's sake.

'Mierda*,' he thought as he stood up from his stool at the bar, accidentally tripping and spilling what was left of his coffee on the floor, 'Should I...', he looked around, searching for someone- but the place was empty, 'Nah, someone else will take care of it,' shrugging it off, he headed for the door, stopping when a girl appeared from what he guessed was the kitchen, 'Now, that's promising...', checking her out, he decided to stay a little longer. She bent down, aiming to clean the mess he left, and he followed suit, mirroring her actions as he picked the right words to approach the unknown pretty-face. "I'm so sorry, it was my fault, let me help you...", he placed his hands on top of her smaller ones and took the pieces of broken porcelain she was holding, her eyes shot up to meet his, and he pulled out his most charming smile, one he had practiced a thousand times in front of the mirror. She looked down sheepishly as her cheeks turned crimson red, he knew it was his cue to make his move, but couldn't focus with the sight of her cleavage. The girl was about to say something to before she realized the direction of his stare. She slapped him before he could react, and left him alone in the café feeling the oh-so-familiar type of pain and the purest kind of confusion and disbelief. With a sigh, he rose to his full height and shrugged it off, 'Her loss.'

*Mierda = Shit.