Post by Celia Abbott on Jan 21, 2019 3:01:14 GMT
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With a slim, athletic body and a noticeably small frame, Celia stands at a whopping five feet two inches at her absolute tallest, not including her ears. A messy bob of rough, hay-blonde hair with a thin blue highlight hides a pair of large but soft fox ears, with her amber eyes completing the look of a girl cast in gold. Her features are round, smooth, and closer in proportion to someone a few years her junior, leading many to believe she is a bit younger than she actually is- which isn't the best look for someone on the verge of turning 18. Still, she's okay with it. Her sand-and-sun roughened tan skin marred with numerous scars of varying size and age, her toned muscles, and her easy but swift gait tell the story of someone very familiar with combat.
Light clothing with a bit of padding to it is her go-to, it helps protect against sand but gives her enough airflow to gather heat for her semblance. She tends to wear a robe of rich red and dull white, with simple gloves and shoes, and some simple cosmetic alterations for a bit of flair (which she will often remove if she's going in expecting a fight)
A bright, happy smile, an uncommon curiosity, and an overall sunny disposition are what most people would first notice when meeting Celia. The girl radiates kindness and warmth with an almost oppressive passion, which many can find off-putting or annoying, not that she lets that sort of thing bother her. What few friends she has she holds dearly and vows to assist with everything she has, consequences be damned. However, this doesn't mean she's a particularly hyperactive person. She's certainly more energetic than most, but moments of quiet contemplation and focus are a very common occurrence in her life, particularly when she's focused on an activity. Her quiet, thoughtful, but intense passion make her a bit difficult to understand, but they serve her incredibly well.
With her mother's help, her boundless passion was tempered by years of hard conditioning and brutal training to create a mind with razor-sharp focus and almost unnaturally honed instincts. With her semblance and simple weapon, Celia relies on raw skill and intelligence when she fights, and she has been doing so for as long as she's been able- and it shows through in all she does, if you can look deeper into her fiery personality.
Just be careful if you choose to fight her, even in a friendly match. Her intensity in what she does can easily give rise to a sort of "overindulgence."
Celia was born in the warm sands of central Vacuo, the only child of an odd pair of Hunters. Her mother, Marceline, was a Vacuo native with a cold demeanor and an unflinching resolve, hardened by battle and armed with the teachings passed down through a family of warriors, what few words she spoke carrying tremendous weight, though never venom or malice. Her father, Dugald, was a crafty one, a vagrant from Mistral that ran with some nasty people in his youth, but used his wits and skill to make his way to Vacuo to become a hunter, his worldly intellect and instinctive understanding of people serving him well in his role as a tactician. It came as no surprise that their daughter would grow up wanting to be like them. Her early life was relatively simple and easygoing despite the conditions inherent to life in Vacuo, though with her parents’ tales of their adventures, she became enamored with Hunter life from an incredibly young age.
Although her father was hesitant to train her, Celia's mother was all for testing her daughter's limits. Since she began young, her training was quite light at first, slowing becoming more intense and varied as she slowly moved from building up her body, into the basics of unarmed combat, and on into the fundamentals of swordplay. She took to it with a fervor her parents were not expecting, giving each exercise all the effort she could muster and hanging on to every word her mother spoke in her short lectures. As Celia became stronger and faster, and more competent in combat, her father eventually capitulated and agreed to assist in training her.
Unlike her mother, Celia's father was not focused on combat. No, he saw the potential for something far greater than just fighting prowess within Celia- a quick, sharp wit worth cultivating. Although he would, on occasion, impart direct combat lessons, he approached her training on the intellectual side, teaching her everything he could not just in terms of academics, but in critical thinking, planning and strategy, threat assessment, and all the more important tidbits he'd had to learn through years of hellish work.
There was a third influence on Celia, though. One that, even past the lessons she learned, and through the love she felt for them, would influence her far more heavily than either of her parents. Her aunt Giselle, her mother's twin sister. Unlike her parents, Giselle's main source of experience had not come from slaying Grimm or conducting defensive measures. No, Giselle was a headhunter with a Hunters' license, seeking both the higher pay and the greater thrills of going after smaller, but easily far more dangerous targets. This was where Celia's development as a warrior truly began. Her heart beat to the rhythm and pace of single combat, filling her with a rush of joy and raw adrenaline like nothing she'd ever felt before when she trained with her aunt, becoming increasingly attuned to the flow of the world around her and her place therein with each swing of her blade.
Her gifts before attending her junior combat school were a simple sword and a basic shotgun, not the highest of technological marvels, but ones Celia had picked out on her own. Her time in that school was a blur, it felt like she was always just a short step ahead of the class, but never fare enough ahead that she felt she was wasting her time. She assimilated the material quickly, even when she found it boring, and consistently scored high marks in both her academic and practical exams. but outside school, her training continued on with her mentor.
Giselle had taken a shine to young Celia and offered to dedicate more time to training her while her parents were away on duty, intermittently but often. The training had become far more brutal than it was before, often stretching on until Celia was physically incapable of continuing, or until the sun had risen, set, and then risen again, but all it did was make Celia stronger. Giselle denies it, but Celia was also taken on a number of missions that happened to be close by. Her lessons in single combat proved very useful, and very rewarding. Something about it just drove Celia crazy, in a way she both feared and greatly enjoyed.
Celia wasn't sure if her mother thought she'd do well to have some space away from her parents for her continued studies, or if she'd found out about the missions with Giselle and wanted to make Celia inaccessible, she was sent to finish out her last four years of Hunter education at Beacon academy, where she could hone her skills in relative peace.
Celia Abbott
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Appearance
With a slim, athletic body and a noticeably small frame, Celia stands at a whopping five feet two inches at her absolute tallest, not including her ears. A messy bob of rough, hay-blonde hair with a thin blue highlight hides a pair of large but soft fox ears, with her amber eyes completing the look of a girl cast in gold. Her features are round, smooth, and closer in proportion to someone a few years her junior, leading many to believe she is a bit younger than she actually is- which isn't the best look for someone on the verge of turning 18. Still, she's okay with it. Her sand-and-sun roughened tan skin marred with numerous scars of varying size and age, her toned muscles, and her easy but swift gait tell the story of someone very familiar with combat.
Light clothing with a bit of padding to it is her go-to, it helps protect against sand but gives her enough airflow to gather heat for her semblance. She tends to wear a robe of rich red and dull white, with simple gloves and shoes, and some simple cosmetic alterations for a bit of flair (which she will often remove if she's going in expecting a fight)
Personality
A bright, happy smile, an uncommon curiosity, and an overall sunny disposition are what most people would first notice when meeting Celia. The girl radiates kindness and warmth with an almost oppressive passion, which many can find off-putting or annoying, not that she lets that sort of thing bother her. What few friends she has she holds dearly and vows to assist with everything she has, consequences be damned. However, this doesn't mean she's a particularly hyperactive person. She's certainly more energetic than most, but moments of quiet contemplation and focus are a very common occurrence in her life, particularly when she's focused on an activity. Her quiet, thoughtful, but intense passion make her a bit difficult to understand, but they serve her incredibly well.
With her mother's help, her boundless passion was tempered by years of hard conditioning and brutal training to create a mind with razor-sharp focus and almost unnaturally honed instincts. With her semblance and simple weapon, Celia relies on raw skill and intelligence when she fights, and she has been doing so for as long as she's been able- and it shows through in all she does, if you can look deeper into her fiery personality.
Just be careful if you choose to fight her, even in a friendly match. Her intensity in what she does can easily give rise to a sort of "overindulgence."
History
Celia was born in the warm sands of central Vacuo, the only child of an odd pair of Hunters. Her mother, Marceline, was a Vacuo native with a cold demeanor and an unflinching resolve, hardened by battle and armed with the teachings passed down through a family of warriors, what few words she spoke carrying tremendous weight, though never venom or malice. Her father, Dugald, was a crafty one, a vagrant from Mistral that ran with some nasty people in his youth, but used his wits and skill to make his way to Vacuo to become a hunter, his worldly intellect and instinctive understanding of people serving him well in his role as a tactician. It came as no surprise that their daughter would grow up wanting to be like them. Her early life was relatively simple and easygoing despite the conditions inherent to life in Vacuo, though with her parents’ tales of their adventures, she became enamored with Hunter life from an incredibly young age.
Although her father was hesitant to train her, Celia's mother was all for testing her daughter's limits. Since she began young, her training was quite light at first, slowing becoming more intense and varied as she slowly moved from building up her body, into the basics of unarmed combat, and on into the fundamentals of swordplay. She took to it with a fervor her parents were not expecting, giving each exercise all the effort she could muster and hanging on to every word her mother spoke in her short lectures. As Celia became stronger and faster, and more competent in combat, her father eventually capitulated and agreed to assist in training her.
Unlike her mother, Celia's father was not focused on combat. No, he saw the potential for something far greater than just fighting prowess within Celia- a quick, sharp wit worth cultivating. Although he would, on occasion, impart direct combat lessons, he approached her training on the intellectual side, teaching her everything he could not just in terms of academics, but in critical thinking, planning and strategy, threat assessment, and all the more important tidbits he'd had to learn through years of hellish work.
There was a third influence on Celia, though. One that, even past the lessons she learned, and through the love she felt for them, would influence her far more heavily than either of her parents. Her aunt Giselle, her mother's twin sister. Unlike her parents, Giselle's main source of experience had not come from slaying Grimm or conducting defensive measures. No, Giselle was a headhunter with a Hunters' license, seeking both the higher pay and the greater thrills of going after smaller, but easily far more dangerous targets. This was where Celia's development as a warrior truly began. Her heart beat to the rhythm and pace of single combat, filling her with a rush of joy and raw adrenaline like nothing she'd ever felt before when she trained with her aunt, becoming increasingly attuned to the flow of the world around her and her place therein with each swing of her blade.
Her gifts before attending her junior combat school were a simple sword and a basic shotgun, not the highest of technological marvels, but ones Celia had picked out on her own. Her time in that school was a blur, it felt like she was always just a short step ahead of the class, but never fare enough ahead that she felt she was wasting her time. She assimilated the material quickly, even when she found it boring, and consistently scored high marks in both her academic and practical exams. but outside school, her training continued on with her mentor.
Giselle had taken a shine to young Celia and offered to dedicate more time to training her while her parents were away on duty, intermittently but often. The training had become far more brutal than it was before, often stretching on until Celia was physically incapable of continuing, or until the sun had risen, set, and then risen again, but all it did was make Celia stronger. Giselle denies it, but Celia was also taken on a number of missions that happened to be close by. Her lessons in single combat proved very useful, and very rewarding. Something about it just drove Celia crazy, in a way she both feared and greatly enjoyed.
Celia wasn't sure if her mother thought she'd do well to have some space away from her parents for her continued studies, or if she'd found out about the missions with Giselle and wanted to make Celia inaccessible, she was sent to finish out her last four years of Hunter education at Beacon academy, where she could hone her skills in relative peace.
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