Full Name: It is lost but you will call this one 'Celleci' or as the others say: "CeCi."
Age: It is not found but in this carnival this one is 3 but this one looks 20.
Gender: Female
Species: Angel

Level of Contamination:
Not a single one, of course. This one is a pure as they come. This one does not succumb to any affliction enemy induced or otherwise. This one will fill you with eternal harmonies of Grace and Mercies from the power vested within. This one is a Guardian Angel; an ArchAngel no longer.

Level of Glow:
This one has held the lantern to light the pathway home to the Lost and Pitiful. This one has held the blade of righteousness at the throats of the Fallen and the Merciless. This one's glow is what the mortals see in reverie and revelation. This one has the aura of goodness; this one has a halo and it will burn away all shadow and any doubt.

Ability to Blend:
Wings may be hidden, but a halo?! Never. This light will burn for eternity and though it may be dulled to that of candlelight, it may never be extinguished! Ever. For this cloak that this one wears may sound of tinkling glass as this one walks, but that is the mirrors lined therein; it will keep the light returned at this body. And always will you see this one comfortably holding a lantern to absorb what light may pass from neath the cloak.

Is it proper to hide such light?! Never! But in this mortal time, in these circumstances, this one's head must bow to such extremes. The sum is greater than the parts afterall...

Most Used Power:
Of course it was Light. All consuming radiance that hailed from above, smiting those in dark below. But now...

This one only has the first of powers that this one was taught... Wind.

For Wind uplifts, it is breath, it whispers and sings, it pushes back... and when it is time, it is a howling force that will swirl and spin, a driven howling force that will sing the power of an angel's might and scatter and decimate enemy forces.

It is this one's lone power, but it is a mighty one, indeed. The other elements, this one must regain with each soul collected. This one will regain powers Angellic, combine them in the Light once again. And then this one will be given the right, the privilege, and the honour to finally be with her. And this one will be free. That is where power truly lies for this one. The indomitable will that drives; the desire to know love returned.

Significant/Special Belongings:
A feather. A bag of gems. A song. A promise. A broken sword.

Fighting Skills/Techniques:
They say that angels, female ones, will not kill. They say that angels, female ones, are prone to receiving injuries of all kinds, mental, physical and spiritual. They say that angels, female ones, are just asking for it, begging for trouble and inciting the ways of darkness.

Well, this one says all of the above apply to this angel.

Do not let the demure face, slight frame and softness of being fool you. Do not. That is your only warning. For this one is a Guardian Angel now.

If... IF you can breach a Guardian's defensive techniques then yes, you will see that it will have devastating effects upon this body, mind and spirit. And it does hurt. But do know that what you do is provoke retribution. For yes, angels, female ones, will inflict minimal damage from their own volition, but what you inflict upon an angel is your own undoing. It is your hand that forces my own to smite you. The more pain this one feels from your assault, the more you will feel this one's pain.

This one, this angel before you stood as an Arch Angel. A female one. Do you think that this one will ever leave that station open? Do you think that this one knows the price of what this one paid, the cost of losing Light, Blade, and Feather?! Do you think this one will never ever again fly, ascend, and redeem this one's way back into that station?!

You decide. Go on. Hit this one. Hear the voice of Wind tell you about pain. Listen to its devotion and cause. Know all answers that to the spilled questions at your feet. Pick them up. And try to hit this angel, this female angel. Try it.

Of course angels, female ones, incite and tempt darkness and danger. They hold the Lanterns. They will not hurt you. But remember the first warning spoken to you about this one. There is a reason you do not try to hurt an angel.

Weapon of Choice:
Broken Sword or and broken weapons, for they are not meant to be used to kill anymore.

Job Title & Description:
Medic and Lighting Technician.
This one will heal us, and much chagrin and distaste, even the ones of us who dwell in darkness. You must know sympathy before you earn empathy afterall.

But playing as a spotlight or ambiance maker for a performance. This one does excel and knows the uses of filters and mirrors.. oh dear, but how the mighty have fallen...

Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
But only 7.

Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
But only 7.

What Was Your Wish?
True love in a station that would never allow such a thing. An Arch Angel, a female one, can only bed with a male to make prodigy. This one lost her name. This one now is timed with age. This one must find this one's way back into Grace and Light to be complete and allowed back into the Kingdom. This one wishes to have her love this one back but not in the Kingdom. Once this wish is fulfilled we will fly together and rule in our Queendom.

How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Nary a one.

How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
But only 3. It feels so long. Or short. This thing time... it is confusing.

How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
It has not. For none have been collected so far.

Personality:
If you do not know this one by now... then do not ask. Just know that angels, female ones, are not sickly sweet, but Righteous in Mercy.

~In actuality, the prospect of stealing/bargaining/hunting/tricking for souls is killing her and she is procrastinating. She's beginning to fall into the mortal coil and drifting away from her original cause. She does not realize that her light, her halo is fading for whether due to denial or not, she sees her wings as the marker of her strength; she has not yet lost a single plume and they are still immaculate, fluffy and strong.

She is contaminated, but her denial is greater than most. She is becoming less righteous and more kind and sweet and actually enjoying it. She holds disdain to all the 'dark' members of the carnival, but that has become a front; she loves them all and just can't help it. That is her contamination: her Righteous Mercy is now just mercy for happiness.

Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:

A story then? Very well. Here it is:

When it began, the angel could not tell you for she herself did not know. But there was a Kingdom, a vast and powerful one. The beings were ones of Righteous Light, warriors and guardians against those below; enemies were the one made of Kneeling Darkness. They were at war for something that only the ancient of Ancients would know; The Truths and Lies.

This angel was a simple one, a female one, and yet still so promising. She knew her name and as she evolved, and shed her lantern and it became a sword. All others knew her name then. And so the war continued and this angel, a simple one, a female one, rose in rank, power and station; she knew the Light. The power was well received and she was hailed as a heroine and revered as a leader.

And the day came when this angel, this simple and female angel shed the simplicity and femaleness and became an Archangel. Oh ecstasy and joy!

But along the way, this now Archangel had fallen in love. With another angel, a simple and very female one. That was not acceptable, and many knew, but it went unsaid. Their love flourished behind closed closet doors until the day the now Archangel accepted station and rank as an Archangel.

This now Archangel would have to choose a partner in the eternity left for them. The angel chosen would have to be at the station and rank of ArchAngel and would have to be very male. When the now Archangel told her beloved of this news, her beloved wept, for that is what this beloved was; a Weeping Angel to watch over the dead. And when the now Archangel told her beloved that, in this Kingdom, she had no choice but to bow to its whims, the Weeping Angel fled. Heartbroken now, the Weeping Angel fled to her station overlooking the graves of countless others. Apathy set in and she sealed herself off so that no other angel may find her. The Weeping Angel turned to stone.

The now ArchAngel did not like this. She spoke to the King about remedy; how to undo lost love. It said that the deed was done and the Laws of the Kingdom would yield to no single angel, Archangel or otherwise. The sum was greater than its parts afterall. She asked if there was any other way to remedy the situation. The King said only in a mortal world could it ever be solved, but there is a reason angels, the now Archangel included were immortals; petty, selfish situations are not worthy in this Kingdom. She asked if she could at least look for a remedy in the mortal world. The King said she would only be allowed into the mortal world to bid the Weeping Angel farewell. She bowed to the King. She was incapable of hatred and rage, oh but if she could know it, she would have felt it.

But then again, maybe she did feel something close to it... for that was the last time she, this now-Archangel, would ever bow to this King.

She flew to the mortal world and sounded out her trumpet for a being to hear her call for help. One that could feel her need, and know their way in the mortal world and help her find a soul within it, for only a mortal could break the stone prison walls of her beloved lost to her, the Weeping Angel.

A child was who she knew would be the one to hear the clarion sounds of an angel in need. Only an innocent child who saw through mirrors of wondrous ways and fanciful fantasy; one with a heart of gold, a mind of openness and spirit unbreakable. This child would help her find her beloved. A kind soul was the only soul that could find a lost soul.

Or so she thought.

It was not a brilliantly lovely and shiny eyed child that answered her call.

It was he, Mr. Seil. And as he stood there in the graveyard, he had parchment and some ink already waiting for her. She had a feather in her hair, an oh so special and beloved one. All she had to do, this former Archangel, was to sign in all the right spots.

And so she did.

By all Mercies, held, lost or otherwise, she did.

This one called 'CeCi' signed that contract.

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~BOING!!!!~ 'sugary poison.' :D