Time Skip Ania~ ...almost

Charis Alcestis
Fallen Angel

22

22

undetermined

VOCALOID -- Miku Zatsune

5'5

121

Ania doesn’t exactly have the look of an intimidating opponent. Years of struggling have taken their toll on her and she is quite light and thin for her height. Her decent into Hell only made her look even more frail than before. Her fair skin has truly become a pure white, cmpletely lacking in any color at all, making her look more like a ghost than a demon. While the scars from her human life remain, her skin remains otherwise flawless, seeming to give off a glow in he right lighting now. Her hair also changed as she fell to the life of a sinner. Her once blue locks have turned pitch black, clashing with her skin that is now so pale. Her eyes also underwent change. Just like her hair they were once blue, but now they are a bright crimson, almost looking dead at times. Her hair falls nearly to her feet at its longest. It is cut in several layers, the next shortest at her lower back then mid back then at her shoulders, each new layer having a few pieces flared out. Her bangs are cute above her eye, parted slightly to the right, the same flare effect of her short layers the only thing keeping them from covering her eyes completely. There’s a youth to her face yet also a certain wisdom that she gained through her life as well as what glimpse of lives she got through the connection with her sigil. It was evident that while she was living, she would have truly had the pure look that some one in her position would have needed. Yet in Hell, she gained a new feature, that look of hatred and torture, hopelessness in some way, her one dream completely crushed.

Just beneath the first layer of clothes though, her body shows its flaws. Upon her wrists she has the permanent swelling scars from what were obviously metal binds mar her flesh. Hidden under a silver cuff on her left arm is a branding mark that will forever be on her skin, marking her. Her ankles match her wrists, the same scars from tightly bound metal taking its toll on her. Her back and sides have the occasional scar from when Emil just couldn’t protect her from the wrath of the man that owned them, clear lashing marks standing out against her otherwise smooth skin.

-She has a rapier blessed with water from the Holy Grail and passed down through generations of the church as a treasured item. Its handle is silver with a twisted horn-like shape. At the base of the handle is the molding of four golden wings, each bending to wrap around and completely the handle. The blade its self is two and a half feet long of white silver reinforced now by steel to make it much harder to break. Down each side is a tube of gold that supposedly holds water from the Holy Grail. As it was dragged down to hell with her, it was shredded, being tainted. The silver blade is no chipped with wearing and rust. The golden details have faded and started chipping away. Though with the properties that were carried with it, the blade it still dangerous to any togabito, including Ania herself.

-On each of her hands she has a ring on her ring finger. Etched into these are crest which when given a bit of power summon up a black blade, nine inches long each as well as a handle for her to grip which includes to ring still on her finger so they are easier for her to keep hold of.

-Similar to the rings she has a pair of silver armor cuffs around her shoes. They have similar crests on them as the rings on four sides which instead of summoning a blade summon up a round single blade the mimics the style her sigil once had. Four small bars hold the blade to each band and in total they are only at a diameter of ten inches.

For: Togabito Power
Name: Alcmene
Type: defensive
Cost: low-high
Range: short-long
Description: Without the use of her sigil, her powers have instead fused with her body. Chanelling this energy into her hands as a medium, ania releases a field of elecrtomagnetic energy. This field will dispel a spiritual attack if the attackers Sei is less than her own. It if is within four points it will still deflect most of the attack, though it would not be impossible to break through. If a physical attack it launched it will also be warped around the field if the attacker Hak or Buk is less than her Sei depending on the type of attack. If it is hit with a physical attack above her Sei it will break. She can extend this field up to one hundred feet in order to protect others besides herself. This has a cool down of 3 posts.

For: Togabito Power
Name: Ariadne
Type: offensive
Cost: low-high
Range: medium-long
Description: Several orbs of electromagnetic radiation for around Ania's hands, four around each of her wrists, charging up for her use. These can be used in laser like blasts. The strength of these depends on the energy and time they are allowed to charge. At their weakest they shoot in a blast equal to that of the visible spectrum, able to deal damage but much more controlled meant more for piercing or knocking her opponent back. A step further they will blast in an ultra violet range, able to burn as well as pierce her opponent. If she gives it an entire post to charge the orbs will envelop her ring blade, charging up to the power of a condensed gamma ray spanning 20 to 30 feet. This would wipe out any enemy whose Han is at 10 or below. If they are within 10 and her sei range then it would burn their flesh as well as cause radiation sickness, making them light headed, nauseous, severe headaches, sometimes causing seizures or loss of nerve functions. If their Hak is above her sei then they will have 2 posts before side effects start to kick in but their skin would still likely be burned. When used in its gamma ray form it is highly taxing and can only be used once per fight. But it also has an impact on the area around it. The area within 60 yards would be effected by the radiation, effecting most everyone around freind or foe as well as permanent damage to the land. Because of this she will not use it unless she has to. Cooldown for the lighter forms is 2 posts for visible spectrum and 3 for ultra violet.

For: Togabito Power
Name: Batildis
Type: offensive
Cost: low-medium depending on how long she uses it.
Range: short-medium
Description: By allowing her energy to spin in a circle around her hands, it begins to build up electrical energy through the electromagnetic energy charging the atoms around her with positive and negative charges. As these interact the build up a visible form of blue electricity. She can keep this around her hands for three posts which would electrocute her enemy on impact or she can choose to shoot it off during one of these posts, sending a spiraling ring, five and a half feet in radius at first, growing up to ten feet in radius, at her opponent. The cooldown for this is 3 posts.

For: Togabito Power
Name: Aegle
Type: Passive/Offensive
Cost: high
Range: self
Description: Using a mixture of radiation and electromagnetism on herself, Ania can make her body take on the physiology of a maser. She will keep her shape but her body will be made up of modified atomic structures that make it stronger than simple EM Raditation and will appear as blue mass, slightly transparent around the edges. In this form she can sear the flesh of those she may touch. If her opponents Han is less than her Sei then whatever she touches would be disintegrated. If it is within the ten range then it would be disintegrated at a slower rate. If it as above her sei then it would disintegrate less, likely only getting through the skin before stopping. This effect is also added to her weapon, the same side effects given to anything it comes into contact with. This lasts for three posts and can only be used once during a battle

Human Life:
Ania wasn’t born into the happy life that one would expect such a girl to come from. She was the elder twin of her parents who had not even meant to not only have her but also her brother Emil. They were in no financial state for the two new mouths to feed. Their father refused to bother trying to take care of either of them. He never wanted them in the first place and blamed their mother for what had happened even if it wasn’t something she could really help. As a drunken, tyrant-like man he hardly cared about such things. He let his wife take on the number of jobs she needed in order to keep both of her children in some state of health, having to bring the pair where ever she went. At night they were left in a make shift crib in the living room, often being woken up by the screams torn from their mother’s throat and the breaking of various items or dents being punched or shoved into walls in suspiciously human looking shapes.

As they got older though it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on when their father was home and not just relaxing in his chair in front of the tv that reeked of booze. Ania and Emil might have been young but they could put the bruises together with the damage items of their home or the anger of their father before he stormed out nearly every night. When it happened Emil would take Ania out into the hallway of the apartment if she was too scared to move on her own. There was a crawl space there where they would usually hide while they were both small enough to fit in such a place.

By the time they were five they seemed to finally be noticed by their father but not in a good way. The first time he took his anger to the twins of course hadn't been called for at all. They had come home from their first day of school with a list of things they would need for their school year. Needless to say he wasn't thrilled about spending money that wasn't even his on these children he never wanted. Ania was simply shoved aside, hitting the floor with not much force like she didn't even matter. She lifted her head only to watch their father send a blow to Emil's face then another until he was on the ground as well. He kicked the boy aside over to Ania who was sobbing at this point before he simply just walked away to his chair, ignoring the two as usual, not even bothering to make them a meal while their mother was at work until nearly midnight that night.

From that point on the violence only got worse. At first it wasn't a common thing. Their father would get angry once or twice every few weeks. When they were seven it seemed to shift from weekly to daily in no time. Along with this he no longer spared Ania from his wrath. She was never strong enough to fight him off, just a small girl. Emil would try, if only to get the focus on him instead. Still though the situation took its toll on the girl. She stopped going to school. Any mail about court orders were simply ignored or burned on the stove by her father. He wasn't about to go to court for the girl. Instead of learning she spent her time doing her best to hide in the corner of whatever room she was in or shadowing Emil, never letting go of him completely if she could help it. She never expected to keep on living and she knew she owed much of it to her dearest sibling. Without him she would have perished long before.

One night Ania was ushered into an entirely new kind of suffering in her life. Her father had come home in an enraged state and of course the first thing he spotted was the twins in one of Ania's more favored corners of the living room that was hard to see from their father's chair. He stormed over immediately, roughly grabbing his daughter by the arm, lifting her up off the ground entirely, throwing her down on the cold hard floor a moment later with a force that made her vision go black for a few seconds. When she began to come to she felt hands around her neck, much to tight to allow her any ability to breathe. Emil was there, trying to free her to no avail. It wasn't until there was a crashing sound of glass that the hands loosened up enough for Ania to free herself with Emil's aid. She was half dragged, half scooted herself a few yards away, looking up to see her battered mother standing there with the remains of a broken lamp in her hand. Their father was kneeled over, holding the back of his head and cursing loudly. The force from their mothers blow hadn't been enough to knock him out it seemed and she was about to pay for such a mistake.

He got up slowly but she was too afraid to move herself. He caught her face in his hand before she could get her senses back. Ania and Emil could only watch as their mother's head was shoved down to the floor, a sick breaking sounds followed by a squishing sound coming from the back of her head. It didn't take long for a puddle of blood to fill of the floor beneath her. Her body was entirely still, not a trace of struggle or life in it. Ania couldn't help but cry out, rushing to her side, shaking her mother for a moment before she was kicked away roughly, her head hitting the wall and her vision messing up again. She could hear voices but she couldn't get the strength to actually focus her vision again. She began to nod off, slipping unconscious not fully expecting to wake up again after what she had just seen.

As it turned out she did wake up though. It was dark around her. The floor was cold and there was something terribly uncomfortable around her neck. She felt around, her hands finding cool metal that felt like a chain. She followed it back up to her neck where she felt a metal collar tightly bound. She looked around through eyes that were already tearing up. She didn't understand what was happening. She had no idea where she was. She started to panic, feeling alone. It was then that the dim light finally became something she could see in. She spotted the shape of some one, a familiar shape about the same size as herself. She rushed over immediately, thanking every god that the chain was long enough to allow her to do so. She clung to the body she had seen, instantly finding comfort as she felt the familiarity about it, breathing in the scent that was unique to Emil, crying into his shirt that smelled strongly of blood. Or perhaps she just smelled like blood. It was hard to tell with the closeness of the two now. She still wasn't sure what was going on but she couldn't bring herself to care. Emil was there with her. He was all she needed right then.

As it turned out the reason their father had been so terribly upset was because he was in debt to some bad company he ran with and they were finally ready to collect. He didn't have anything to possibly pay them with. He had rushed home in a panic turned anger. He was going to sell everything to get what he needed to keep his hide safe. Things just happened and got in the way. Somehow though everything worked out for him. The collectors had followed him home, waiting a few minutes before going up to the small apartment themselves. What they came into was a tragic scene but what caught their eyes were the two children that remained. They weren't in good shape but even they could tell that when they were healed up they would get a fair price. The man the worked for was a man involved in the international slave trade. They had been taught to spot these things. They simply collected the children as the payment for everything their father owned and he didn't even have the thought to say one word against it, fully accepting of the fate he would put his children into just to save himself.

Within a couple of days in their dark prison it was apparent they were going to need more than just each other to make it. They were starving and in pain and craving water for their parched throats. It wasn't until they had been sitting in their for what felt like weeks, in reality two and a half days, before anyone showed up to care for them, feeding them and giving them cold water to drink, treating the wounds they had with not very much care and a bit too rough for Ania's liking. As soon as they came they were gone though. The next day a different person came, taking Emil away, leaving Ania by herself like she hadn't been in years.

She had curled up on the floor where they had been sitting before, refusing to move for anything. A few hours later she was pulled from the barred room that was more or less a cell by force as she struggled to stay right where she wanted to be. She was met with a harsh slap across the face and instantly still except for shudders of fear as she was led out. The halls she was led down were as dark as the room she had been left in. The first time she saw light it was blinding as she was shoved into a room with bright white lights shining from the ceiling. She nearly toppled over, only to bump into some one. She looked up to see a man just before he took hold of her roughly, strapping her down onto an uncomfortable tilted slab. She tried to scream but something was shoved into her mouth, muffling any noise she made. The man grabbed something black with a glowing orange end. When she eyed it closely she noticed a pattern and instantly struggled against her binding, able to tell where this was going. It was useless and in no time at all the scalding iron brander was pressed to her arm, marking her and sealing her fate.

She was given no time at all to cope with what had just happened before she was hoisted up in the man's arm, thrown over his shoulder and carried away back into the dark hallway a short way to another brightly lit room. She was tossed inside, again knocking against a body and she tensed. When she looked up she saw Emil, not another scary man. Despite the burning pain she threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. She noticed a burn mark on his own arm, figuring he had gone through the same thing she had. When she looked around more she spotted several other children and teenagers in the room, all with clearly fresh burn marks. Then she noticed the black glass along three walls. Anyone could see in but they had no way of seeing to the other side. They were on display to be sold.

There was nothing they could do but wait. The chances of them getting out together were slim. When a man came in and grabbed Ania she was clinging to her brother, crying to not be taken away from him. Oddly enough he was taken along with her, to both of their surprise. They were both cuffed with annoying metal and chains hooked up to their collars before they were led outside and shoved into the back of a car, not knowing where they were going.

The trip lasted for hours but finally all seemed to stop. The car door was open and none too gently they were pulled from the car and back outside then into another house, through several hallways and up a flight of stairs. When they were finally released from everything but the collars and the chains hooked to them they were in a boarded up room no bigger than ten feet by ten feet. Most of the room was filled with furniture that actually looked nice. Their chains were hooked to the bed frame which gave them both the leeway to walk around the entire room so long as they didn't get tangled up. They didn't take that freedom though. Ania instantly hid behind a large dresser and by default Emil wasn't very far from his panicking sister. They were left alone for their first night. During that night the both of them made a promise to each other to get out of this some day.

After that first night their new master came up to their small room, introducing himself as well as giving them a wake up call to how deep they exactly were. He didn't even ask for their names, just referring to them by boy and girl at first though by the time he was done talking he had already given them new names. He kept on calling her Irena. It turned out that their master's twin son and daughter had been killed by his own hand and this was his form of getting them back, only able to use them as some kind of punishment for the misbehavior of his own children. He was a wealthy man with a large home on an even larger piece of land in the backwoods of Romania, far from their original home in Poland. The distance would make it hard for anyone to ever have a chance of finding them if they were even noticed to be gone. No one else lived in the house either and visitors were sparse. It seemed like a lost cause to dream of being taken from this place and to a normal life.

The first couple of months seemed like nothing but beating far worse than either of them were used to. Whatever scars Ania still has were mostly from this time. It took her some time to get used to the tasks she was given. Their master wasn't a patient man. Any mistake, even the smallest ones, were met with retaliation. She spent a good number of nights locked away from Emil, one of them either spending a night or two in a room in the basement getting a lesson taught to them in the form of pain and then loneliness. There was a time where she spent nearly a week there with only the occasional visit for water and a good lashing despite an already broken arm and a torn up back. They learned to learn things quickly from then on. As long as they didn't mess up they were safe enough to keep living to get out of their situation.

Three years passed since they had first been bought by that man. Ania was starting to give up on the chance of ever leaving that place. One night though the man had some unexpected visitors, the police in fact. Buying slaves and slaughtering his own children weren't his only crimes it seemed. He has also attempted to kill his wife as well as her sister the same night of his children's deaths and they had finally gotten the courage to speak up to officials about it. Ania was cleaning the entryway when they came, knocking down the door to see the clearly unhealthy girl there, one they knew shouldn't have been there, even more so when they spotted her branding and the collar around her neck and that unchained shackles around her wrists. They took her immediately while she screamed about Emil. Luckily they got him out as well to a waiting Ania. There were shots from within in the house before everything grew quiet. Their master had gone down fighting and has paid with his own life. She and Emil were taken from that place that night in the back of a police car where they made the second promise to each other, to always protect each other from that point on. They were being given second chances at life now. Even if they were twelve now, far behind in any schooling and barren of the social skills of children their age, they were going to take what they could with the rest of their lives.

They were taken to a church where they were going to be cared for from that point until they were old enough to go out on their own. The first year was spent teaching them the things they had missed in school ever since they had ceased going. They were also taught in the word of God and Ania found herself in a state of awe. In only months she was pledging her life to carrying out whatever plans the Lord held for her. That fate was coming sooner than expected. At the end of their first year in the church a few men from the Vatican came on a visit for a purpose they didn't clearly state. When they arrived though they were able to tell the Ania and her brother were one of the reasons they were here. They were taken almost immediately with no refusals, Ania far too excited for her life's path to think of turning them down. The pair were brought to Rome where more was explained to them about this organization known as Consecro, a group of humans with special powers that were used in the name of God. Ania couldn't have been happier.

It was then that she was taken aside on her own. When she had just arrived she was noticed by the current Micans Nitore, one of the ones tat greeted her on arrival. She was told that she was even more special and gifted than any of the others that they had gotten, they could sense it. They gave her a special sigil known as Alcestis that had been passed down through the leaders of Consecro for centuries and it was obvious what was going to be expected of her. The leaders she had already been told about were like vessels of the Lord themselves, being treated as holy and borderline worshipped by those under them. She was doubtful at first but trusted in this road that had been presented to her, set on being the best she could be.

Ania trained hard and learned each day, growing more connected to the weapon she had been given. When that full connection was almost made in just under a year, she was told that she would need to travel to finish the special training she was expected to upkeep. She wished that Emil could go with her but she was refused this luxury. She was doing this so she could keep their promise and follow her path so no matter the urge to just give it all up and stay by her twin's side she left. She was taken to the place of the first battle the organization known as Consecro had. She was told to train as she normally would, that this area would awaken what it needed to and in days it did. Flashes of the deaths of each of her predecessors that had used Alcestis played out before her. Each had used their great power to protect this world and in the process sacrificed themselves with the after effects of the great technique they used, damning themselves to Hell to suffer as the ultimate sacrifice. Ania understood why these people were worshipped the way they were now and the role she had agreed to fill for all of Consecro. She began to master the power of Alcestis, growing in strength every day as she also studied those before her, noting the customs they had, always the pure of heart and one who was in a state to gain the love of each member. This came to her easily.

The world had been cruel to her, but as she had also learned that other poor souls had suffered terrible tragedies as well. She wanted nothing more than to protect them and make everything they had ever been through okay in the end. The few members she came into contact with during her abroad studies were all seeing this trait in her, a girl still at such a young age of fourteen seeming to have this cleansing aura about her.

She returned to the Vatican when she was fifteen though clearly she was a changed girl in some sense. She was happier than she had ever been. Not only that but it was clear that her power had surpassed many there if not all of them. She had an air about her that was holy itself. Before she had returned news spread among the obelisks that she would be coming back to claim her place as the next leader. When she first entered she was greeted by all of the members of the obelisks that had been gathered so far. She was surprised, not expecting the warm welcome but none the less glad. she was being accepted. She only needed to prove herself which she did from that point on. Even before she was promoted to her current rank she was caring for and aiding anyone she could in any way she could, quickly gaining the love that some one in her position needed. She was well on her way to being one of the best leaders Consecro had ever seen and she was still only getting stronger.

What she found to be the best thing about being back was being with Emil once again. She had missed him terribly. Before she left she had never spent a day without him more than a few feet away. Being parted from him for an entire year was like torture at times. From then on she was sure to spend all the time she could with him to make up for the time lost. She was given a new large room fit for a queen due to her status and though it was unorthodox she requested that Emil be moved into the room with her and treated on the same level as herself. Had they not known the reasoning behind this they would have denied her this request but they granted her wish, allowing him to stay with her even more. Ania was thrilled with this. Not only could they be together but they could be out of their suffering, living the life they would have never been able to reach had they never been saved.

When she turned eighteen the ceremony for her promotion to Micans Nitore was held. Things were calm for the next two years, not even the shinigami stirring up any trouble in that time, likely getting over their major battle that Consecro had not taken the time to get involved in. There were warning signs though. This time of calm wasn't going to last for much longer. Something was stirring up in Hell and they needed to be ready, Ania had to be ready to defend the Earth as Consecro always had done and would continue to do with this new threat that arose.

When the gates of hell opened Ania was outside of Rome with Emil on a small outing. It was only moments before a togabito attacked the pair only to be stopped by Ania. However its demise was not immediate. She could have killed it in seconds however she found herself slowly draining the beast of its life. She had been warned that this time was approaching and about the war that was to come. These togabito would kill all of those that were important to her. It was also because of these things that she was the next in line to be sent straight to Hell like those before her. She refused to let that be the reality of her fate. She wasn't going to let them do that to her. She felt a deep hatred for these monsters and she treated this one as such. She didn't even use her powers, only her blades as she cut it apart, leaving it begging to just be killed which she refused it for some time before finally piercing its heart and sending it to be reborn again in the depths of Hell. She was blinded with her anger much like her father had always been but oddly enough she enjoyed each second of it. She hated some people. She hated her father, their master, the men who had sold them. Killing these beast were the outlet of her rage. She wasn't killing people, preying on the weak and defenseless. What could have possibly been wrong with this? It was what she was meant to do. Destroy all of them. Ania decided then that she wouldn't fall the same as former Mican Nitores had. She was going to wipe the Togabito from hell to never rise again.

She returned to the Vatican the next day to several reports of the same meetings with togabito as she had had. This threat was coming and they few that had shown themselves were only the weakest of the pack. The strongest were yet to come. When they did finally show themselves though Ania knew she would be ready as well as her army. Consecro was at its peak and she was at her strongest yet to lead it into completing her final goal.

She got her chance to end everything, finally meeting the Sin of Pride in person. She gave the Sin and offer it simply couldn't refuse, an invitation to come visit and the Vatican. After being interrupted by a nude male and some other female, Ania returned to the Vatican to wait for the Sin, knowing it would come. It did this almost immediately too. Ania was banking on it, and everything had gone according to plan. She came right to Ania's doorstep, right into the set up Ania had prepared for it.

While she went in for a battle with the Sin, but she never had any real intentions of killing it. True, she wanted nothing more than to rip it apart, but it was to hasty of an action. Instead she rigged the walls of her great hall with a weapon she had created for the very occasion. All at once wires attached to blades shot out at the Sin. It was a fast one, but not even it could avoid being captured by Ania's methods. With the help of another guardian, she had the memories of the Sin wiped away to avoid any further fighting. She locked the thing up far below the Vatican, several tests waiting for it there.

In the meantime, Ania went on with her regular duties. She was sent on a trip to England, though it seemed to be nothing but a waste of her time. On the last day of her trip she was presented with the news of her brother's death. He was killed by a togabito in her absence, at a time where she had no chance to keep their promise. She got the first flight back to Rome to see him as soon as she could. Even that was useless. The togabito that had killed him had completely wiped him out, leaving nothing left for Ania to mourn over.

In her sorrows she went back to the place of their suffering, finding the manor of that man. It was worn down and empty, but even still it held more importance to her than anything had in her life. It was then that one of those beasts decided it was best to interrupt her. In her distressed rage, Ania slaughtered the togabito, releasing all of her rage upon the demon. She felt better than she ever had when she was done, something snapping inside of her. That feeling was what began to drive her from that point on. Things in Consecro were about to change because of the turn of events. She was going to reach her goal.


MORE TO COME!! ...obviously

Afterlife:
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same person...

AV-0 ...dat level drop~

HAN: 13
REI: 13
HAK: 14
SEI: 18
BUK: 18
HOH: 15
Points Earned: 1
Total points: 91

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