Test Subject #: 004082 - Celestine
Dirge Division, Rank G
Dirge Division, Rank G
----Basic Information----
Mind of the Character: Haunting Paranoia
Name:
In Hell: Aria
Given by human parents: Nora
Given by scientists: Celestine
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: French American
Race: Demon
Age: 28
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 140
Physical Description: On the taller side of the height spectrum for a female, Aria towers over many. Her barn red eyes aren't too keen on hiding her emotions as she can be read like an open book. Clothing isn't hard to find despite her tall slender figure in which her long, dark hair covers and flows behind her when she walks. Blessed with naturally straight hair there is no need to ruin the beautiful shine via straightening methods or chemicals. Almost never wearing make-up, the clothing she wears often hugs her body and curves. Not necessarily doing it deliberately, she enjoys tight clothing. Her skin is very fair and even with no errors or marks anywhere that would strip it away from being considered perfect.
Personality: Aria does not want to waste the time she has on Earth. Or rather she doesn't want to waste it by messing it up. She is strictly business and tends to stay away from any talk about her personal life or personal matters. Aria is generally a soloist and doesn't depend on her team mates even when it's completely necessary. She can often be aggressive to higher-ups and officials as if she has known them for years despite the threats they throw at her if she continues to step out of line and insult them. Because of being a soloist, she wouldn't speak to you very much unless for a solid reason or you speak to her first. She is not quiet, but she just doesn't see the point in idle conversation unless she wants to be close to you. Aria is generally calm and in control unless she is agitated.
Flaws: Liking tight clothing is secretly a cover-up for her insecurity. To be surrounded by things, or people she enjoys, closing the empty space around her makes her feel safe and protected. Due to being everything about business and work, she does not let this physically show to her peers easily. She locks away all of her emotions scared that if she opened herself up she would somehow be killed and sent away. Since she has accomplished so much on her own she often underestimates the abilities of many of those in the Dirge Division leading to becoming conceited when it comes to battle. Due to her still apparent disgust for humans, she is still under the assumption that all humans are the same. Naive and all strive for the same goal. To survive no matter what and are ruthless to the core in all of their matters.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
History: Aria, the b*****d child of a high king and a servant girl whose heart had been claimed by another servant man, was a pitiful shock to everyone. Her mother detested her existence as she had her unwillingly, but soon came to terms with the situation and loved her like any other mother would. In the back of Aria's mind, she knew her mother would always look at her with passive disgust and angst. On the other hand, her partner was a humble man and accepted Aria as his own even though she would never be the child that he bared. He never spoke ill or struck Aria as well as kept her mother together when she had bouts of realization and painful epiphanies, in which were filled of physical and emotional abuse towards Aria, that he wasn't the father of her child.
The king, in all of his majestic nature and ultimate control among his subordinates, detested the partner with all of his being. He felt his rule slowly slipping as Aria became more and more attached to the man and treated him as if he were her father. This hatred boiled and simmered over only a few years as it manifested quickly. Due to being a demon, Aria advanced quicker than any human child or parent could imagine. At only the age of eleven, she understood from the world's most dire issues, the ever-lasting war between humans and heaven, and as well as the basic questions of life and her situation. Unfortunately, she stayed at only age eleven. The king had a special ability to physically alter anyone he pleased. He could make them watch their body mature and grow as if it were on a tape being played over and over.
Having a multitude of servants baring his children, but wanted nothing of the mothers and only wanted their children. Every girl that was bred was in an inescapable loop and list until they were destined to finally become Only His. Her mother did not want this type of life for her as she finally made the most important decision of her being. In exchange of her and her partner's life, they would die for Aria to be sent to the human world/Earth. Regardless of the king's mercy, he liked to play a game of chase. He had waited centuries for Aria to come into being as upon her creation no other past servant mattered. He was willing to go to the darkest depths to have her clutching him for all sense of protection, desire, love, happiness, and fear. Everything was a game of life and sex, but he wanted to finally enjoy and play this one for once.
On the night of her descent, she felt no remorse when her mother died with a curtailing scream to accompany her depart - ringing throughout the halls and even her ears. A deep sadness brewed in her heart as well as doubt that the king would let her leave just like that. In her room she wished to melt into a puddle of fear as he came up behind her lecturing about what she would miss and eventually come back to. His demeanor switched from loving and caring to mischievous and determined without a warning. His overwhelming control of the situation was what scared Aria the most. Kissing her on the cheek goodbye, he willingly reverted her body to the age of a baby, roughly three months old, and sent her on her way. Throughout space and time she would be one of the first few demons to pass through the almighty schism between Earth and Hell.
Mysteriously appearing on the doorstep in a quiet little town in Michigan of an overbearing Christian couple, she lay in the freezing temperatures crying until her voice gave out. Now that Aria had appeared on Earth, the only thing that now rattled her mind was how she would survive the next hour. Every day away from her father would be a gift ironically only a miracle could provide. It was well into the evening before the couple heard of the crying filled with shock and surprise as they took her into the home. The multitude of crosses and rosaries made her scream endlessly, but the unprepared couple merely listed it off as one of the possible logical needs of a baby: hunger, thirst, or fatigue. Aria's will was forever unbreakable. She would never let herself slip. Her whole existence was a lie and never let anyone dare to know her true nature. For years it took every ounce of her being not to lose control while knee deep in prayer and study within her church service and strictly religious private schools.
The couple had been wanting a child after many miscarriages and failed attempts, but with a heavy heart they knew they still had to search for Aria's parents. To their depressing delight, they found no match and took her in as their own. Having a safety net for the first few easy years of life as playing mere idiot she observed and learned much about her caretakers. The woman, a paranoid Christian housewife, was undoubtedly loyal to her husband. She was also the active, emotional, and anxious one of the two. The man, who interested Aria, was one of a whole new level. His faith was tested daily as he was part of a small group within the town who pulled exorcism stunts beside the priests. However, he was the other half of this woman who was an emotional mess. He was the passive, calming, and laid-back man who put control back into his lover's life. He owned a holy sword used for the execution of demons - something every demon alike knew of the swords kin.
As the years went on, the woman grew more and more suspicious of the child. Every aspect of Aria made her antsy and paranoid and simply couldn't take it anymore. Aria would know live the life of a prisoner, locked away in a closet. Many of the children in her private school laughed at her daily and forgot of her quickly. Just as quickly as she had been forgotten, the disgust for humans came to surface. The man tried to do the best he could, but all he'd like was for his wife to be happy at any expense. He would go to any length to make her happy and no demand was ever over the line. The wife pleaded daily with the church to cleanse her child, but the husband cleared up her confusion with many apologies and tried to clear the air as best he could. Aria's red eyes were found the most disgusting and formidable to the point whereas she was forced to wear colored contacts. The fake appearance only kept her mother in control for a short while.
Aria's sanity slowly decreased as well as her disgust and hatred only growing by the day. She could not take this lifestyle anymore. Her close-minded parents, the disgusting spoiled children that filled the school halls, the cramped closet in which she called home, and the many daily worried stares she got from the church officials became all too much all too fast. She would often think how pitifully fast she let herself go and that it was too soon to crawl back into Hell where she'd meet her fate with a just as cruel environment. Every day was a struggle for Aria and her pitiful excuse for life on Earth soon began to crumble away as she inevitably mentally snapped. Perhaps then if she killed them, her crippling disgust would finally be quenched.. Their death would be tonight. No one could stop her. No one would ever. They couldn't take this luxury away from her now, of all times!
Her laugh made the house shake. It spread fear throughout the house and neighborhood as her evil intent gave her laugh shocking depth and strength. Those who heard it stood in shock and took shelter inside their houses. Making her way through the house in the middle of the night she continued laughing as she went on a search to find the wife attempting to stand her ground in the living room. Her efforts were in vain as her eyes started to fill with water and her face twist with utter fear. This was quite a beautiful moment to behold. To rid the world of a filthy disease was such a moment indeed! The husband rushed in with his sword, well aware of what he must do. He was well aware of the mistakes he had made by reassuring his wife everything was perfectly fine. He would fix his mistake tonight. His faith was not strong enough however. He too, falling to his knees with the sword making a loud clash as it hit the floor, wallowed in fear and silently begged for the mercy he would never receive.
She blinked and that was it. It was as if moments of time had been cut out of her memory. She didn't remember being shoved to the ground either. One moment everything was in control and the next Aria was being shoved to the ground by men of the prototype resistance. In front of her on the ground were the couple, mangled, blood, severed. Blood was splattered over the walls and ceilings. What killed her the most was not being able to remember killing them herself, not the stun-weapon in her neck nor the other methods they used to put her to sleep. That was the last memory she had before starting anew. She was given a new reason to live.
Upon waking up she would be now a test subject of the Requiem. Upon being accepted into the system, she was read like a book. It angered her they knew of her untold past, present, and now even fate. It was still always survive or die, but now it was serve or die. They played with her life like a toy with their multitude of experiments. Many of them were child's play, but their most recent experiment is what killed Aria the most. They knew what her reason of life was for. She was cornered in a situation she could not escape. However, she would still have to die in the end. It was only a matter of time. Trained physically and mentally to become part of the fighting resistance, she has been enlisted now for several years. Going through team after team, the last few years have been indifferent and unlikely to change. A pattern she would have to live until death do her part and return to her father.
Affiliation: Requiem - Dirge Division + Requiem - Research Division*
Division/Rank: Dirge Division: Rank G
----Gear/Accessories Information----
Clothing: In battle Aria wears a black trench coat that sways with flow. It's thick and semi-fire resistant as it is made out of real leather. Upon the coat is the Requiem crest sewn into her left breast. She also wears combat boots that are light making it easy to be swift and agile. Meant for not your average daily wear and tear and to walk over harsh landscapes. She also wears many black undershirt and has bandages wrapped around her stomach and torso as well as around her biceps.
Weapons: Having the sword of her male caretaker in her possession designed for the elimination of demons, it is mostly the only weapon she needs. It is often sheathed on her back as she carries a Barrett REC7 using holy bullets. The blade of the large katana is laced with holy water as the bullets she used are too. Aria also carries a small knife hidden away in one of her boots.
Accessories: Above all else, as a result of an experiment, the poison that runs through her veins. This poison in particular is designed for the passive killing of demons. The rate in which the poison spreads throughout one's body can only be stimulated and accelerated. It has not been reported to be able to slow down during any circumstance. With that being given, Aria's life is in her own hands. Making the right decisions is crucial if she wishes to live. With every mistake that is only logical to follow with a punishment, the poison is stimulated by jolts of electricity. Each mistake administers a higher interval of jolts and makes the poison spread faster and faster. At the base rate, Aria wouldn't be killed by the poison for decades on end, but at the highest interval she would be killed within a few hours or perhaps the next few days. The effects from the poison passively spreading are unknown. This was merely a way to keep Aria in check while she works for the organization as it is on her record that she could snap and easily kill more innocent humans. This method of killing might become more apparent and spread to the general killing of Requiem personnel who are demonic when the time comes.
----Skills----
Athleticism: Being a demon gives you the freedom of being extremely agile and fit. An excellent user of both blades and guns, Aria prefers to take out her enemies with grace and speed.
Intelligence: Aria gained vast knowledge during her first years of life. She is knowledgeable in many matters and a majority of her thought process is logical and reasonable. She doesn't use her knowledge against others, but does indeed attempt to slap those down who use such against her.
Technology: Basic knowledge of technology due to "growing up" alongside humans and their deep dependence of every-day technology. Despite her surroundings, she never got a chance to learn about a computer, but has an idea of it's capacity and capability. Aria's specialty is in communication technologies.
Social: Aria's social life is of strictly business and work. She doesn't take part in rambling about her personal life or history. If in the case that she does, it is slowly with someone whom she cares about. She doesn't reach out to her team mates often due to being a soloist and not seeing the point in making an effort to get to know to know them. She speaks with an American accent despite being mostly French as well as tends to speak properly and formally.
----Abilities----
Name: Faltering Crosses
Classification: Mental
Description: Can what your eyes perceive always be true? Are you sure what you're seeing is truly reality? Perhaps. Perhaps not. With the ability to see and unlock the true fear within your heart, your fantasies become a fake reality. Do you have the courage to know deep down within that this isn't real? That this isn't true? Being able to see your worst nightmare by eye contact, Aria is able to make any fear a reality. This could also be reversed and when your fear is an actual reality, Aria could ease you of your pain and create an illusion to ease your fear and panic even if it's only for a short while. As it is merely an illusion, the fear and the problem remains. Ignorance is bliss. Being naive is a life saver.
Manifestation: They say that the eyes are windows to the soul. Your darkest fear is only revealed deep down within such. Fear is within everyone no matter the form. By looking into the victim's eyes, Aria becomes aware of their more applicable and prominent fears and can make of them what she wishes. It can be brought to life or it can be eased temporarily. This also goes with fear that is looking at you straight in the eye. It can disappear also, but with a cost. With every fear that is brought into this world, it then haunts Aria in turn. This also goes for every fear that is hidden away in the folds of the illusion. By directing the focus of the fears, they in turn hunt Aria down for deliberately changing their sense of haunt and persistence. The fear will always return to the participant at the end of every illusion if it's hidden away. The person in turn who is looking at their fear become a reality might experience mental altercations from being so shocked and scared.
Other: Skilled user of both guns and blades. Other than that, many other talents are minuscule or unmentionable.
----Miscellaneous----
Hobbies:
- Archery
- Talking/Connecting with someone [ When applicable. ]
- Reading
- Survival
Likes:
- Classy beings
- Strictly organic food
- Shades of purple
- Tight clothing/things that occupy a lot of space or whatever that makes her feel safe or hugged
- When humans realize their place
- Being aggressive, yet obedient with officials; to test them
Dislikes:
- Humans who are not in their place
- Being constantly prosecuted about who she is, was, and will be
- Stubborn and difficult personalities when they know the reason, outcome, or result yet still continue to deny it
- Being inferior to others who she is equal with
- Anything that gets in her way of surviving/carrying out her mission
Dreams & Aspirations: As selfish as it is, Aria wishes for Hell's Cradles to continue to happen so she can have stretch out her lifespan as long as she can before it's too late. She wishes to fight as long as possible so she still has a reason to live. Let the demons rain!
Other: * If you'd like me to remove the research division I'd be glad to do so if you don't want it.
