Welcome to the Logs of Amie Celeste, owned by [~~Yami~~]. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.
Info
Name: Amie Celeste
Owner: [~~Yami~~]/[~~Bakky~~]
Stage: Ship's Boy
Crew Position: Deckhand
Ship: Cuore Scuro
Description:
Images come rushing back to the young woman as she looks at the large ship before her. Her small form was huddled in a dark corner as screams of terror and pain ring through the streets. She creeps out from hiding as the screams start to diminish, not thinking the danger might still be there. Peeking out of the door of the building she was hiding in, there lies the woman that had cared for her; dress hiked up about her waist, leg spread in an awkward position. Only after the girl notices this strange position does she notice the pool of blood that surrounds the poor old woman, also the strange man running with an awkward limp as he tries to get his sword back into it's sheath. Eyes welling with tears the child rushes over to the body of her fallen guardian, "Nana!! Wake up Nana! Amie needs you! WAKE UP!!!!!" As she sits there wiping her eyes, young Amie notices her Nanas most prized possession, a small hair clip that shines with the most wonderous colours. Gently taking the clip from it's place in the old womans hair, she places into her own silver tresses. With one last wipe of her eyes, Amie looks back in the direction the man was running with a gaze that could stop someones heart, were she a tad bit taller anyways, and notices something she didn't upon her first glance. The man who had the limp, no longer walked with a limp, and the scar running down the right side of his neck clearly visible now that it's not obscured by his shoulder. This final image in her mind, the Amie of the present walks onto the deck of the Cuore Scuro to find the captain.
