Username:Raine_Falls
Character Name:Christiania/Experiment 1070
Age:Eighteen
Height:5'4"
Weight: 125lbs.
Race biggrin iclonius
Appearence:
Christiania
The seventeen year old is gorgeous. End of story. Long, radiant cerullean hair that cascades down her back down to h=her lower back. Every strand is seemingly a different length than the other, but it being so thick it is difficult to see. Perched ontop of her head are two, creamy white horns that are rounded slightly at the tip. Normally, they are hidden by her mounds of hair because she teases it enough to keep them unveiwable. Otherwise, to sapphire blue ribbons are wrapped in matching bows. Christainia despises people whom just stare at her head. Her bangs are, however, not shagged. All cut to perfection. The strands hang right above both her murky blue hues.(When Desta overcomes her, those bangs grow to cover her left eye completely unless she removes them herself.) Christainia has irridescent eyes that seem to glow with a sorrowful innocence. Those two eyes reflect her life-a horrible exsistence. Yet they never seem to falter. Those two eyes are only part of a beautiful face. Every part of her body sculpted to perfection. Any male's dream appearence. The diclonius' face has sharp, pointy features, but they only fit her. They are softened by those eyes and her smile. Along each ear three different peircings are visible. Two on her lower lobe and one on her cartilage.(The cartilage peircing is only on the left ear.) On her right ear a peircing is centered between her lower lobe and cartilage.
Her body is made og natural beauty. None can even begin to imagine how this lady ever got stuck with such a perfect form. Christainia was petite, and well-built for being only 5'4". The only reason her Daddy allowed her to wear such revealing clothing was due to her amazingly toned body that never seemed to falter. No matter what the child ate. Her bosoms are rather large for an eighteen year old at that height, but she never complained. She found them quite useful sometimes. Curvacious and lucious were the only two words that could describe her. Too bad her self-esteem is so low that she cannot come to terms with how lovely she really is.
History:
"We have to kill her. It's the only way to save the human race."
The man reached out for the bundle within a young female's arms, but that only seemed to make the female angrier and more violent. It was obvious that she would not give up whatever the bundle was without a fight, and the men in white coats were definetely not in the mood to deal with her. They approached her with syringes almost an inch long with a white substance gleaming maliciously in the glass cylinder. The woman stopped abruptly, turning her desperate case over to a man standing in the doorway. He had tears brimming along his eyes. Both of his fists were balled into tight fists, restraining himself from doing anything he would regret. However, seeing the female's expression, he took a step forward.
"James, stop them! Save her!! Don't let them take her!"
Her voice cracked from the sobs, both arms winding around the bundle securely while the bundle began to screech, having been awoken abruptly from a nap. She tried to soothe the bundle, but the syringe sunk into the side of her neck before she had a chance. Instantly, the male at the doorway ran to her aid, taking the bundle in his arms tenderly. The men in white coats stopped in their tracks with stern, heavy-hearted expressions.
"Sir, we have to take her. I know she's your child, but it's for the safety of the world."
He began to speak, but the lump in his throat kept him silent. The bundle was still crying squirming violently from wthin the blankets. He was thinking about his decisions, and to his surprise, another much classier looking male entered with a cigar clutched between his lips. A smirk clung to his wrinkley face while he saw his employer fight for his child. How sweet. The smirk twisted into a business like grimace, blowing out some smoke before speaking to the men in white coats.
"We need a few for testing. Take her to the institute."
The men seemed to protest, but the male did not hear any of it. Hastily, one the men took the baby into his arms not beofre brushing back the fabric around the childs' head. There, perched ontop of her skull were two stubs. They had barely developed, but the man holding her was shaking violently. Soaking it all in, the scientists rushed out with the child in his arms. The baby's cries coul be heard for some time after, but eventually they faded. The male fell to his knees beside his wife's bedside. The sound of her heartbeat on the machine had died to an obscenely obnoxious buzzing noise. The man with the cigar flitched a switch on the heart monitor, turning it off and that infernal racket. He strode over to James, placing a hand on his shoulder before turning away and leaving him to say goodbye to his love.
While James kneeled by his dead wife's bed, it occurred to himt hat his own child would be the one he experimented on. He, of all people, was the head of experiments. Secretly he was grateful and spiteful of his Boss' decision. James would have to watch his child go through horrible tasks to test her. His heart lurched in anguish at the thought. Now, he had nothing to live for. His wife had died because of them! James took his time with his darling before standing and wiping awya the tears. His face was neutral now as if nothing had occurred in the past. The same male whom had carried away the child returned awaiting instruction with a clipboard and pen. He appeared catuious, but prepared to do his job. James nodded, moving past him and in the opposite direction. The scientist smirked, heading back into the area where he had gone and come from.
-----Ten years later-----
"Daddy...make them stop...please?"
The voice squeaked. Blood streaked across her naked, pale body from a variety of areas. Her legs and arms were chained firmly against the walls, leaving her body limp and sprawled out. She was bordering consciousness at the moment, but she still wore a dazed sort of smile as if this were somehow okay. The room was large and white like those of an asylum, however, there were large balls of lead that had gotten stuck within the cement walls. Others were strewn all over the floor, some were embedded in the childs' skin. She was shaking violently from the trauma, but that smile still lingered. Though faint, it was the only thing on her body that seemed constant.
"P-Please Daddy..it hurts..."
The only wall not completely white was a large, thick wall of glass that stretched the entirty of one wall. Behind the one-sided glass was a team of white coated men who were seated in chairs, awaiting orders. A maan in a black sui stood behind one of them, his eyes stern yet heart-broken at the same time. it was for the best.
"Sixty miles per hour. 1070, defend yourself and it will stop."
His voice echoed through the asylum-like room, and the girl shuddered. After a moment, she lifted her head, which took an immense amount of energy. A larger, more visible smile interuptted the bloody massacre, and made hte man in the suit blink in surprise.
"Daddy...I don't want to...it hurts so badly."
Her voice was timid and soft, but the man did not seem to hear her. Before another word was spoken, another lead ball shot down from a corner of the room at her. Screaming, the child shut her eyes, crying out. As the lead ball grew closer, it was abruptly knocked back toward the glass wall. Scientists ducked as it sailed through the glass with unbelievable speed. The man in the suit stared at the child with wide eyes. She was panting heavily, crying bloody tears. He lifted a scanner of sorts and ran it oer her body. Gaping at what he saw, other scientist joined him. Surrounding the child were six massive arms. They loomed over her as if daring them to attempt throwing something else at her. The man in the suit smiled, pressing the button to open communication to the child.
"Very good, Christiania. You made Daddy proud."
The girl smiled weakly, her head lolling off to the right slightly.
"Chrissy made Daddy happy...that's good."
Her body went limp, and that was the end of the experiment. James certainly couldn't continue when she was unconscious. He sincerely doubted the vectors worked while she was left unable to mind them. Scientists surrounded the girl, placing her on a hospital bed, and taking her back to her chambers. (More like a prison cell). James sighed. They had to know how to stop these...things from taking over. They had to.
--Seven year after that--
"Christiania, stand down! We'll shoot you if we have to!"
A man held a gun at her head, shaking vigorously. His eyes were bulging from fear, but that did not seem to stop her. The girl jerked her neck to the right, tilting it slightly. Her movements were stiff and exaggerated, like the child from The Ring. Her right eye was the only one visible, and it seemed unable to close anymore then halfway. A maniacal grin plagued her beautifully horrifying features. Her cocked the gun, ready to fire, but there was a crack and a sickening tear. The man's body fell to the ground, but his decapitated head remained floating in the air where it had been torn off.
"I'm not Chrissy you dimwit. Astraea is my name, and I'll kill you all."
She chuckled, tossing it to the side before continuing to the exit. The other men were no match for her either. Without even moving her body, the gunmen were sliced every which way possible. One had their heart torn from their chest cavitiy. Christiania idid not seem fazed by the acts happening before her. Actually she did not appear to be anything but insane.
Gradually, the blood-soaken teen made her way out of the establishment. There was no one left to distract her. Her keen ears, however, caught the sound of one man she knew very well. The gunshot rang through her ears unpleasantly, but the sound of his final breath made her insides twirl happily. She grabbed her shoulder in anguish while the blood gushed. With the injury, the girl disappeared into lush forest that hid the institute well. She walked for hours before falling into the brush, unconscious. Luckily for her, she was not very far away from another establishment at the time. One she would soon find out would be called Deception. Except she would have no idea of the events of the previous night. How could she when it had not been Christiania in the first place.
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Terrified and clueless, Christiania stumbled upon the Deception, making it her home for quite some time. Her inability of social contact with others created a large gap between the patrons and herself. The only one whom had attempted and succeeded at becomming her friend was a male named KenoTao. They grew to become good friends, but then he disappeared, leaving she and the Deception for quite some time.
Alone, Christiania left her so-called home to wander aimlessly around the world. At one point, the institute aught up with her in Europe, and Chrissy was tormented near to death. She fought and thrashed, but the institution made it a point to secure her in all fashions. Chrissy begged helplessly in attempts to win their hearts, but as she soon realized, they had none. After nearly a month of extreme torture, a man named Michael advanced upon her with a saw in hand. Chrissy was too weak to actually defend herself, but the screams flooded the hallways. Blood trickled down her face as he hacked away the two cream-colored horns perched ontop of her head. She had never felt so much pain in her life. Michael left with a smirk, and Christiania swore revenge upon the male who was so cruel. Luckily, Astraea would have nothing of this.
"You morons honestly thought I would stay here?"
Trembling in rage, Astraea took full control, slicing any person that came her way. She was searching for Michael. Her darkened hues glanced back and forth until she noticed the same hateful smirk Chrissy had dealt with only a few days earlier. Astraea, grimacing, threw several vectors in the sectors direction, decapitating all the men except Michael. He cried pitifully as one unbloodied vector dragged him along into a vacant room.
"Now...you will feel how much pain Christiania went through...b*****d!"
Too gruesome of a story to tell, all that I will mention was the horrorfied screams erupting from that one room. No one dared entered for they all hated Michael, and they knew of the unordered treatment towards Chrissy. Astraea left Michael's corpse for the others to find. She was coated in his sleek blood, her eyes wide with intoxication. The taste, feel, even the smell of blood calmed her nerves. She had to get out. With the stealth of a ninja, Astraa vanished from the instituion making it a task to cover her tracks forever.
Christiania awoke the next day in an unkown bar named Dearly Beloved. She had been fed, cleaned and she was, again, unaware of how she freed herself. However, the institute left her in a state of stress. She was just as she had been after first escaping. It took her months to actually converse with any one person, and then there was one man's face she would never forget. Though his name has been long forgotten. While conversing with him, Chrissy was able to reach out to another other than Keno-san. It gave her confidence to continue to wander and meet others. Before the man left, he handed her a small box as a present. Inside was a pair of two, sapphire ribbons to hide away her horns. Since recieving them she wears them religously though her horns no longer exsisted.
She grew to love the Beloved and those inhabiting the comfortable, fun-loving edifice. Chrissy had blotted out her life in Deception. Eventually, however, her friend returned, and Christiania was beyond content in seeing him. He suggested she move away to his home so they could be together more frequently. She seemed skeptical, and hesitated for some long weeks before deciding to give it a try. Leaving Beloved was certainly the most difficult task she had ever overcome. The place, in question, was called Orion.
Chrisst spent more time with Keno-san than she had ever before, but she grew homesick being away from beloved for so long. With remose, she left to go and visit her friends.Sadly, most had moved on, including the man whose face she would never disremember. There was no point in staying when the masses had disappeared. Depressed, Christiania disappeared. Literally. No one had a clue where she was, nor did she expect them to care. Her location will be left unknown, but all that matters is that after months of isolation, Christiania finally returned to Orion with promises of a better, more confident lifestyle.
(Just a quick update. Nothing too special.)
Personality:
For living in solitude for nearly seventeen years, Christainia does pretty well with others. She knows barely anything about teh outside world though, and feels like an idiot for asking ridiculous questions. Well, ridiculous to the other. The diclonius stays quiet and does not address another unless instructed to do so. Most people come to converse with her-not the other way around. She is shy and obedient. The idea of being beaten or shot at has been firmly set in her fragile mind. Christainia is the mood swing queen. Emotions hit her one right after another sometimes, and different situations change her persona as it does with anyone. However, the diclonius has a tendency to act the opposite in situations. Included with ehr mood swings is a very timid and sensitive young lady. Christainia despises meeting new people, and she may burst out crying if a stranger tries to touch her. She feels that she is below everyone from living in the institute, and that she is worthless. In her mind, she can do nothing right and making everyone happy is her main goal in life. Her temper...well she really does not have one. That is left to her other persona Astraea. Granted she can be a bit bitchy when someone constantly annoys her, but lashing out at someone doesn't happen very often. If she does, though, it is because she isat teh end of her rope. Astraea normally intrudes before she has a chance to do anything really. Christainia is the tentative, perfectionist.
What is a diclonius?
If any has watched Elfen Lied then all will be explained, but since most of you haven't or won't, I shall explain.
A diclonius is a species that was created from the depths of an institute well secured and hidden. There, small children were born with two separate horns on their heads. Christainia(and maybe a few others) were th only ones saved from annihilation due to experiments. Scientists believe that they were created to end humanity or breed with them until the diclonius race proves dominant. Basically, these creatures are either supposed to slaughter you or ******** you. Simple enough.
Abilities:
She is quite skilled at using her vectors for everyday use, but controlling them during a battle is Astraea's job. Even she is still learning how to keep them underneath her powerful control during battle. Those six, energy-driven arms stretch thirty meters each, and could slice apart a human bone like any knife could cut through vegetables. They are not undetectable, but they are invisible to the normal seeing eye. The massive arms are thicker then both of Chrissy's arms put together, while the hand is slightly bigger then her face.
Not only that, she is quite skilled in magic arts. She has been learning ever since she left the institute, and has a talent for it. After trainging exclusively for some time, Chrissy has advanced her Earth and Wind abilities to a more advanced state, and now she has been focusing on more water attacks.
Move List:
-Healing: Since she had been experimented upon, Chrissy made sure this was the first thing she mastered (well, sort of). She can heal any sort of wound, the worse they are, the more she concentrates. Poisons are more difficult, but at the expense of a lot of her energy, she is able to remove them.
Fire Blades: Fire consumes each of her forearms, creating blades along the lower half of her limb. The flame surpasses her fingertips four inches for stabbing purposes.
Fire Whip: One or more of her vectors is consumed in fire and used as a whip. However, it still can be used as a hand.
Heating: She can basically heat her body to ridiculous degrees, but it's mostly used for bringing her tempature back to normal (she gets really cold a lot).
Building: She can build fire up around a specific area of her body (foot, hand, etc.) and use it to power an attack. (Almost like chakra would).
Burning Blossom: She can create and launch fireballs.
Flight: Due to her abilities dealing with wind, she can keep herself sustained in the air for long periods of time so long as she can create a wind.
Wind Tunnel: Her vectors begin spinning rapidly to the point of creating a large wind tunnel. of course, with this she can't move without being thrown. She rarely uses this attack.
Boomerang: Creates a boomerang with concentrated air and flings it at people. They continuously fly at the person in different places with intense speed.
Acrobatics: Already flexible to the point of being a contortionist, using her wind ability she is able to complete difficult acrobatics for more of a defensive purpose. She can move fluently with startling speed because of it.
Strength: Her vectors hold most of the power, but these, being what they are, are all the power she needs.
Rock Collision: Sometimes with her vectors or just using her earth element control, she gathers boulders from different sides of her opponent(s) and smashes them into them.
Earthquakes: Chrissy can split the ground beneath her into a fissure which causes great tremors within the earth. The fissure is only used to get the opponent off-balance.
Vegetation: As long as dirt is available, Chrissy can manipulate the vegetation connected to the earth as a weapon. Mainly roots for keeping her opponent still, but others are capable of considerable damage.
Breathing in Water: This has more to do with air as well, but a combination of the two allows Chrissy to breath in water for as long as she'd like.
Bouncing Ball: An interesting attack. Chrissy is surrounded by whatever element she chooses (normally earth or fire) and is able to roll around and/or bounce about like a ball. She created this for fun, and she gets extremely dizzy if used for a long time or constantly.
Peronsality of Astraea:
Astraea is the exact opposite of Christainia. She is a killing machine. The split personality hates all living creatures and was designed to slaughter all whom were deemed unworthy. (Which meant all humans basically.) Either that, or she slept with them to breed. She has no care for Christainia besides the fact that if she died, then Astraea would also die. The sadistic woman loves the sight of blood and watching her vectors tear a person apart limb from limb. There is never a time weere she is "calm" and if she is, it is after a fresh kill. Even then she is a sarcastic a**. Desta toys, taunts and tears. She cares for nothing or no one besides herself. Hense why when she comes out, many people end up disowning Christainia. The poor child has no idea when Astraea overcomes her. Astraea wants it that way too. She wishes to keep Christainia's self-esteem and sociality so low that she cannot defend herself when she comes to call. It makes life easier for Astraea, and the killing sprees can hapen more frequently.
Astraea:Only with full control, and her left eye is completely covered by her bangs.
Character Name:Christiania/Experiment 1070
Age:Eighteen
Height:5'4"
Weight: 125lbs.
Race biggrin iclonius
Appearence:
Christiania
The seventeen year old is gorgeous. End of story. Long, radiant cerullean hair that cascades down her back down to h=her lower back. Every strand is seemingly a different length than the other, but it being so thick it is difficult to see. Perched ontop of her head are two, creamy white horns that are rounded slightly at the tip. Normally, they are hidden by her mounds of hair because she teases it enough to keep them unveiwable. Otherwise, to sapphire blue ribbons are wrapped in matching bows. Christainia despises people whom just stare at her head. Her bangs are, however, not shagged. All cut to perfection. The strands hang right above both her murky blue hues.(When Desta overcomes her, those bangs grow to cover her left eye completely unless she removes them herself.) Christainia has irridescent eyes that seem to glow with a sorrowful innocence. Those two eyes reflect her life-a horrible exsistence. Yet they never seem to falter. Those two eyes are only part of a beautiful face. Every part of her body sculpted to perfection. Any male's dream appearence. The diclonius' face has sharp, pointy features, but they only fit her. They are softened by those eyes and her smile. Along each ear three different peircings are visible. Two on her lower lobe and one on her cartilage.(The cartilage peircing is only on the left ear.) On her right ear a peircing is centered between her lower lobe and cartilage.
Her body is made og natural beauty. None can even begin to imagine how this lady ever got stuck with such a perfect form. Christainia was petite, and well-built for being only 5'4". The only reason her Daddy allowed her to wear such revealing clothing was due to her amazingly toned body that never seemed to falter. No matter what the child ate. Her bosoms are rather large for an eighteen year old at that height, but she never complained. She found them quite useful sometimes. Curvacious and lucious were the only two words that could describe her. Too bad her self-esteem is so low that she cannot come to terms with how lovely she really is.
History:
"We have to kill her. It's the only way to save the human race."
The man reached out for the bundle within a young female's arms, but that only seemed to make the female angrier and more violent. It was obvious that she would not give up whatever the bundle was without a fight, and the men in white coats were definetely not in the mood to deal with her. They approached her with syringes almost an inch long with a white substance gleaming maliciously in the glass cylinder. The woman stopped abruptly, turning her desperate case over to a man standing in the doorway. He had tears brimming along his eyes. Both of his fists were balled into tight fists, restraining himself from doing anything he would regret. However, seeing the female's expression, he took a step forward.
"James, stop them! Save her!! Don't let them take her!"
Her voice cracked from the sobs, both arms winding around the bundle securely while the bundle began to screech, having been awoken abruptly from a nap. She tried to soothe the bundle, but the syringe sunk into the side of her neck before she had a chance. Instantly, the male at the doorway ran to her aid, taking the bundle in his arms tenderly. The men in white coats stopped in their tracks with stern, heavy-hearted expressions.
"Sir, we have to take her. I know she's your child, but it's for the safety of the world."
He began to speak, but the lump in his throat kept him silent. The bundle was still crying squirming violently from wthin the blankets. He was thinking about his decisions, and to his surprise, another much classier looking male entered with a cigar clutched between his lips. A smirk clung to his wrinkley face while he saw his employer fight for his child. How sweet. The smirk twisted into a business like grimace, blowing out some smoke before speaking to the men in white coats.
"We need a few for testing. Take her to the institute."
The men seemed to protest, but the male did not hear any of it. Hastily, one the men took the baby into his arms not beofre brushing back the fabric around the childs' head. There, perched ontop of her skull were two stubs. They had barely developed, but the man holding her was shaking violently. Soaking it all in, the scientists rushed out with the child in his arms. The baby's cries coul be heard for some time after, but eventually they faded. The male fell to his knees beside his wife's bedside. The sound of her heartbeat on the machine had died to an obscenely obnoxious buzzing noise. The man with the cigar flitched a switch on the heart monitor, turning it off and that infernal racket. He strode over to James, placing a hand on his shoulder before turning away and leaving him to say goodbye to his love.
While James kneeled by his dead wife's bed, it occurred to himt hat his own child would be the one he experimented on. He, of all people, was the head of experiments. Secretly he was grateful and spiteful of his Boss' decision. James would have to watch his child go through horrible tasks to test her. His heart lurched in anguish at the thought. Now, he had nothing to live for. His wife had died because of them! James took his time with his darling before standing and wiping awya the tears. His face was neutral now as if nothing had occurred in the past. The same male whom had carried away the child returned awaiting instruction with a clipboard and pen. He appeared catuious, but prepared to do his job. James nodded, moving past him and in the opposite direction. The scientist smirked, heading back into the area where he had gone and come from.
-----Ten years later-----
"Daddy...make them stop...please?"
The voice squeaked. Blood streaked across her naked, pale body from a variety of areas. Her legs and arms were chained firmly against the walls, leaving her body limp and sprawled out. She was bordering consciousness at the moment, but she still wore a dazed sort of smile as if this were somehow okay. The room was large and white like those of an asylum, however, there were large balls of lead that had gotten stuck within the cement walls. Others were strewn all over the floor, some were embedded in the childs' skin. She was shaking violently from the trauma, but that smile still lingered. Though faint, it was the only thing on her body that seemed constant.
"P-Please Daddy..it hurts..."
The only wall not completely white was a large, thick wall of glass that stretched the entirty of one wall. Behind the one-sided glass was a team of white coated men who were seated in chairs, awaiting orders. A maan in a black sui stood behind one of them, his eyes stern yet heart-broken at the same time. it was for the best.
"Sixty miles per hour. 1070, defend yourself and it will stop."
His voice echoed through the asylum-like room, and the girl shuddered. After a moment, she lifted her head, which took an immense amount of energy. A larger, more visible smile interuptted the bloody massacre, and made hte man in the suit blink in surprise.
"Daddy...I don't want to...it hurts so badly."
Her voice was timid and soft, but the man did not seem to hear her. Before another word was spoken, another lead ball shot down from a corner of the room at her. Screaming, the child shut her eyes, crying out. As the lead ball grew closer, it was abruptly knocked back toward the glass wall. Scientists ducked as it sailed through the glass with unbelievable speed. The man in the suit stared at the child with wide eyes. She was panting heavily, crying bloody tears. He lifted a scanner of sorts and ran it oer her body. Gaping at what he saw, other scientist joined him. Surrounding the child were six massive arms. They loomed over her as if daring them to attempt throwing something else at her. The man in the suit smiled, pressing the button to open communication to the child.
"Very good, Christiania. You made Daddy proud."
The girl smiled weakly, her head lolling off to the right slightly.
"Chrissy made Daddy happy...that's good."
Her body went limp, and that was the end of the experiment. James certainly couldn't continue when she was unconscious. He sincerely doubted the vectors worked while she was left unable to mind them. Scientists surrounded the girl, placing her on a hospital bed, and taking her back to her chambers. (More like a prison cell). James sighed. They had to know how to stop these...things from taking over. They had to.
--Seven year after that--
"Christiania, stand down! We'll shoot you if we have to!"
A man held a gun at her head, shaking vigorously. His eyes were bulging from fear, but that did not seem to stop her. The girl jerked her neck to the right, tilting it slightly. Her movements were stiff and exaggerated, like the child from The Ring. Her right eye was the only one visible, and it seemed unable to close anymore then halfway. A maniacal grin plagued her beautifully horrifying features. Her cocked the gun, ready to fire, but there was a crack and a sickening tear. The man's body fell to the ground, but his decapitated head remained floating in the air where it had been torn off.
"I'm not Chrissy you dimwit. Astraea is my name, and I'll kill you all."
She chuckled, tossing it to the side before continuing to the exit. The other men were no match for her either. Without even moving her body, the gunmen were sliced every which way possible. One had their heart torn from their chest cavitiy. Christiania idid not seem fazed by the acts happening before her. Actually she did not appear to be anything but insane.
Gradually, the blood-soaken teen made her way out of the establishment. There was no one left to distract her. Her keen ears, however, caught the sound of one man she knew very well. The gunshot rang through her ears unpleasantly, but the sound of his final breath made her insides twirl happily. She grabbed her shoulder in anguish while the blood gushed. With the injury, the girl disappeared into lush forest that hid the institute well. She walked for hours before falling into the brush, unconscious. Luckily for her, she was not very far away from another establishment at the time. One she would soon find out would be called Deception. Except she would have no idea of the events of the previous night. How could she when it had not been Christiania in the first place.
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Terrified and clueless, Christiania stumbled upon the Deception, making it her home for quite some time. Her inability of social contact with others created a large gap between the patrons and herself. The only one whom had attempted and succeeded at becomming her friend was a male named KenoTao. They grew to become good friends, but then he disappeared, leaving she and the Deception for quite some time.
Alone, Christiania left her so-called home to wander aimlessly around the world. At one point, the institute aught up with her in Europe, and Chrissy was tormented near to death. She fought and thrashed, but the institution made it a point to secure her in all fashions. Chrissy begged helplessly in attempts to win their hearts, but as she soon realized, they had none. After nearly a month of extreme torture, a man named Michael advanced upon her with a saw in hand. Chrissy was too weak to actually defend herself, but the screams flooded the hallways. Blood trickled down her face as he hacked away the two cream-colored horns perched ontop of her head. She had never felt so much pain in her life. Michael left with a smirk, and Christiania swore revenge upon the male who was so cruel. Luckily, Astraea would have nothing of this.
"You morons honestly thought I would stay here?"
Trembling in rage, Astraea took full control, slicing any person that came her way. She was searching for Michael. Her darkened hues glanced back and forth until she noticed the same hateful smirk Chrissy had dealt with only a few days earlier. Astraea, grimacing, threw several vectors in the sectors direction, decapitating all the men except Michael. He cried pitifully as one unbloodied vector dragged him along into a vacant room.
"Now...you will feel how much pain Christiania went through...b*****d!"
Too gruesome of a story to tell, all that I will mention was the horrorfied screams erupting from that one room. No one dared entered for they all hated Michael, and they knew of the unordered treatment towards Chrissy. Astraea left Michael's corpse for the others to find. She was coated in his sleek blood, her eyes wide with intoxication. The taste, feel, even the smell of blood calmed her nerves. She had to get out. With the stealth of a ninja, Astraa vanished from the instituion making it a task to cover her tracks forever.
Christiania awoke the next day in an unkown bar named Dearly Beloved. She had been fed, cleaned and she was, again, unaware of how she freed herself. However, the institute left her in a state of stress. She was just as she had been after first escaping. It took her months to actually converse with any one person, and then there was one man's face she would never forget. Though his name has been long forgotten. While conversing with him, Chrissy was able to reach out to another other than Keno-san. It gave her confidence to continue to wander and meet others. Before the man left, he handed her a small box as a present. Inside was a pair of two, sapphire ribbons to hide away her horns. Since recieving them she wears them religously though her horns no longer exsisted.
She grew to love the Beloved and those inhabiting the comfortable, fun-loving edifice. Chrissy had blotted out her life in Deception. Eventually, however, her friend returned, and Christiania was beyond content in seeing him. He suggested she move away to his home so they could be together more frequently. She seemed skeptical, and hesitated for some long weeks before deciding to give it a try. Leaving Beloved was certainly the most difficult task she had ever overcome. The place, in question, was called Orion.
Chrisst spent more time with Keno-san than she had ever before, but she grew homesick being away from beloved for so long. With remose, she left to go and visit her friends.Sadly, most had moved on, including the man whose face she would never disremember. There was no point in staying when the masses had disappeared. Depressed, Christiania disappeared. Literally. No one had a clue where she was, nor did she expect them to care. Her location will be left unknown, but all that matters is that after months of isolation, Christiania finally returned to Orion with promises of a better, more confident lifestyle.
(Just a quick update. Nothing too special.)
Personality:
For living in solitude for nearly seventeen years, Christainia does pretty well with others. She knows barely anything about teh outside world though, and feels like an idiot for asking ridiculous questions. Well, ridiculous to the other. The diclonius stays quiet and does not address another unless instructed to do so. Most people come to converse with her-not the other way around. She is shy and obedient. The idea of being beaten or shot at has been firmly set in her fragile mind. Christainia is the mood swing queen. Emotions hit her one right after another sometimes, and different situations change her persona as it does with anyone. However, the diclonius has a tendency to act the opposite in situations. Included with ehr mood swings is a very timid and sensitive young lady. Christainia despises meeting new people, and she may burst out crying if a stranger tries to touch her. She feels that she is below everyone from living in the institute, and that she is worthless. In her mind, she can do nothing right and making everyone happy is her main goal in life. Her temper...well she really does not have one. That is left to her other persona Astraea. Granted she can be a bit bitchy when someone constantly annoys her, but lashing out at someone doesn't happen very often. If she does, though, it is because she isat teh end of her rope. Astraea normally intrudes before she has a chance to do anything really. Christainia is the tentative, perfectionist.
What is a diclonius?
If any has watched Elfen Lied then all will be explained, but since most of you haven't or won't, I shall explain.
A diclonius is a species that was created from the depths of an institute well secured and hidden. There, small children were born with two separate horns on their heads. Christainia(and maybe a few others) were th only ones saved from annihilation due to experiments. Scientists believe that they were created to end humanity or breed with them until the diclonius race proves dominant. Basically, these creatures are either supposed to slaughter you or ******** you. Simple enough.
Abilities:
She is quite skilled at using her vectors for everyday use, but controlling them during a battle is Astraea's job. Even she is still learning how to keep them underneath her powerful control during battle. Those six, energy-driven arms stretch thirty meters each, and could slice apart a human bone like any knife could cut through vegetables. They are not undetectable, but they are invisible to the normal seeing eye. The massive arms are thicker then both of Chrissy's arms put together, while the hand is slightly bigger then her face.
Not only that, she is quite skilled in magic arts. She has been learning ever since she left the institute, and has a talent for it. After trainging exclusively for some time, Chrissy has advanced her Earth and Wind abilities to a more advanced state, and now she has been focusing on more water attacks.
Move List:
-Healing: Since she had been experimented upon, Chrissy made sure this was the first thing she mastered (well, sort of). She can heal any sort of wound, the worse they are, the more she concentrates. Poisons are more difficult, but at the expense of a lot of her energy, she is able to remove them.
Fire Blades: Fire consumes each of her forearms, creating blades along the lower half of her limb. The flame surpasses her fingertips four inches for stabbing purposes.
Fire Whip: One or more of her vectors is consumed in fire and used as a whip. However, it still can be used as a hand.
Heating: She can basically heat her body to ridiculous degrees, but it's mostly used for bringing her tempature back to normal (she gets really cold a lot).
Building: She can build fire up around a specific area of her body (foot, hand, etc.) and use it to power an attack. (Almost like chakra would).
Burning Blossom: She can create and launch fireballs.
Flight: Due to her abilities dealing with wind, she can keep herself sustained in the air for long periods of time so long as she can create a wind.
Wind Tunnel: Her vectors begin spinning rapidly to the point of creating a large wind tunnel. of course, with this she can't move without being thrown. She rarely uses this attack.
Boomerang: Creates a boomerang with concentrated air and flings it at people. They continuously fly at the person in different places with intense speed.
Acrobatics: Already flexible to the point of being a contortionist, using her wind ability she is able to complete difficult acrobatics for more of a defensive purpose. She can move fluently with startling speed because of it.
Strength: Her vectors hold most of the power, but these, being what they are, are all the power she needs.
Rock Collision: Sometimes with her vectors or just using her earth element control, she gathers boulders from different sides of her opponent(s) and smashes them into them.
Earthquakes: Chrissy can split the ground beneath her into a fissure which causes great tremors within the earth. The fissure is only used to get the opponent off-balance.
Vegetation: As long as dirt is available, Chrissy can manipulate the vegetation connected to the earth as a weapon. Mainly roots for keeping her opponent still, but others are capable of considerable damage.
Breathing in Water: This has more to do with air as well, but a combination of the two allows Chrissy to breath in water for as long as she'd like.
Bouncing Ball: An interesting attack. Chrissy is surrounded by whatever element she chooses (normally earth or fire) and is able to roll around and/or bounce about like a ball. She created this for fun, and she gets extremely dizzy if used for a long time or constantly.
Peronsality of Astraea:
Astraea is the exact opposite of Christainia. She is a killing machine. The split personality hates all living creatures and was designed to slaughter all whom were deemed unworthy. (Which meant all humans basically.) Either that, or she slept with them to breed. She has no care for Christainia besides the fact that if she died, then Astraea would also die. The sadistic woman loves the sight of blood and watching her vectors tear a person apart limb from limb. There is never a time weere she is "calm" and if she is, it is after a fresh kill. Even then she is a sarcastic a**. Desta toys, taunts and tears. She cares for nothing or no one besides herself. Hense why when she comes out, many people end up disowning Christainia. The poor child has no idea when Astraea overcomes her. Astraea wants it that way too. She wishes to keep Christainia's self-esteem and sociality so low that she cannot defend herself when she comes to call. It makes life easier for Astraea, and the killing sprees can hapen more frequently.
Astraea:Only with full control, and her left eye is completely covered by her bangs.
