Celsius Snowfang Race: Chienthrope Age: 17 Sex: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship: Single Height: 5’4” Build: Slim, Androgynous Personality Celsius is a young and fearful boy who tends to be overly wary of other people, preferring to keep them at an arm's length, or simply nowhere near him at all if he can help it. Right away, a lot of people find that he is incredibly reserved, if not cold as ice towards others depending on the circumstance. That said, he can hardly help it when one considers his circumstances. Celsius is not a fan of confrontation, often preferring to leave as soon as possible as opposed to fighting a fight he may not be able to win. But for the few who have managed to find a place in his heart, he has often contradicted himself and gone out of his own way to help them in any small way he can. However, do not be fooled into thinking that he is incapable of fighting simply because he chooses to pacifists' path. As some have often said out of ear-shot, it is not that he does not wish for contact with others, but rather that the right people simply have not come into his life yet. Positive: Attractive, Charming, Courteous, Loyal, Reliable, Effeminate Negative: Crafty, Cynical, Difficult, Fawning, Fearful, Insecure Biography Celsius Snowfang's tale is not of a happy one. He was forced to grow up very quickly once he became ten years old. Now, you might think that doesn't mean much. But allow a bit of clarity as to how it all transpired. Celsius was born into a family under slavery, a band of mercenaries working with underground handlers who chose to do business in selling mortal product as opposed to the typical goods mortals require to get by in the world. Despite the struggle and fear of physical and mental torment day in and day out, he had a loving mother and father in whom he could wish for no other. Despite the hardships, he was happy to a degree. However, that would soon change the very day his dear parents gave up their lives in order to protect him. The mercenaries who handled trafficking the "cargo" decided they wanted to have a little bit of "fun", and in doing so, Celsius was the one to be hand-picked for the "pleasure" of doing a..."civil service". But his mother and father would not stand for it. It simply was not right for a young boy as pure as he was to be subjected to such vile needs of an adult. Especially if said adult happened to be a full-fledged Werewolf. His parents took him away to a place where only they knew of, a place where the mercenaries, nor the black market traders could go without drawing unwanted attention to themselves. A cavern that would lead Celsius on his way to Orario City, where the young Chienthrope might stand to have a better chance at life. Despite how much he begged and pleaded for his parents to come with him, they would not, for they were doing this in order for their one and only beloved child to survive. In the end, despite it all, Celsius had no choice but to flee, his parents never to be seen again. Seven long and grueling years followed after, and it never seemed to get any better. It felt as though he had only come to be treated lower than the very dirt itself, barely managing to get by as a Supporter for Adventurers looking to brave the Tower of Babel. He would get better at his job over time, but it was at a very slow rate. Being smaller than most men his age as well as weaker, it was difficult at times to keep up with the pace of others. Needless to say as time went on, he quickly became very bitter towards not only Adventurers, but other people in general. He felt he had no one to turn to, no one to trust. No one who would look past him as a Supporter who was a bottom-feeder like the rest. Seven years would pass, and he finally relinquished his role as a Supporter and started out on his own. He too would become an Adventurer, despite his grudge against them and all others. He would not fight the good fight, however. No. His course had not changed since applying to raid the dungeon on his own. His only concern was to do everything he could to survive, party or not, Familia or not. As far as he was concerned, he was all alone, would continue to be alone, and when his time finally came... would remain alone. Status Familia: None Occupation: Adventurer, Tailor(Cloth), Jewelcrafting Archetype: Hybrid Floor Achieved: --- Current Level: --- Strength: I - 040 Vitality: I - 050 Dexterity: I - 050 Agility: I - 050 Magic: I - 010 Skill: Weapon Finesse(One-Handed Swords): [passive, utility] Celsius has often found himself preferring one-handed weapons as opposed to using both to wield them. The idea of keeping his free hand open in case he should need to use an item, or even perhaps another weapon has always lingered somewhere in the back of his mind. Magic: Shrouding Mist: [water, utility] A water-based spell used to enshroud its caster and any allies in a veil of mist. It is best used if the caster finds themselves in a situation where they cannot truly hold their own in a fight. It also bodes well in assisting with a need for sneaky tactics such as an ambush, or running away. Equipment Weapons: One-Handed Sword: A simple sword tailored to newbie Adventurers. It's not amazing, but it's not bad, either Armors: Adventurer's Shirt: A basic shirt tailored to newbie Adventurers. It's not amazing, but it's not bad, either. Property: Metta Posting Pace: 2+ per day Comfortable Post Length: 2+ paragraphs Face-claim: (Vocaloid) Len Kagamine
Archetype: Hybrid Current Level: 1 Strength: I - 040 Vitality: I - 050 Dexterity: I - 050 Agility: I - 050 Magic: I - 010 Skill: Weapon Finesse(One-Handed Swords): [passive, utility] Celsius has often found himself preferring one-handed weapons as opposed to using both to wield them. The idea of keeping his free hand open in case he should need to use an item, or even perhaps another weapon has always lingered somewhere in the back of his mind. Magic: Shrouding Mist: [water, utility] A water-based spell used to enshroud its caster and any allies in a veil of mist. It is best used if the caster finds themselves in a situation where they cannot truly hold their own in a fight. It also bodes well in assisting with a need for sneaky tactics such as an ambush, or running away.
