Massano, Amadi

[Guest]

...........................................................................
CASE FILE: Ciel Militant

"This one lives to serve. You are who this one serves, may this blade guide divine justice to thy enemies."
...........................................................................

FULL NAME:
→ Amadi Amaddeus 'Ammy' Massano

AGE:
→ 32

SEX:
→ No Subject confused about gender, but biologically a female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Toronto, Gelemorte

RACE:
→ 1/4 Rouenian, 3/4 Gelemortian

DEPARTMENT:
→ Praetorian Guard

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ February 18, 1981

...........................................................................

HEIGHT:
→ 5'8

WEIGHT:
→ 140 lbs

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Upon first glimpse, it is hard to tell Amadi's gender, under all the armor she weras. that's right. She wears armor, a full set in fact. Her metal is white in color and shines like silver. Her legs have metal boots and her hands are covered by her gauntlets. She has a chest-plate with dark gray insignia of her family and a helm for her head. Underneath, she wears a light purple body suit with black designs.

However, underneath is what is likely not guessed correctly. Amadi under her armor, is a woman who is average in looks. Neither outstanding, nor horrendous, she barely looks like a knight-type. Her hair is blonde and long; often pinned back or at times she might even cut it to a short bob-cut. Her face is relatively feminine, but obviously a bit more stern than most women's. Her eyes are framed by long lashes and despite wearing no make-up, she has a pretty clean complexion. Her blonde bangs like to come in her face and feather over her chocolate colored eyes.

Her body is slim with a pale-peach skin-tone. Her fingers are a bit bigger than most women's but remain dainty and girly, as well as her feet. Her body has a decent amount of war scars on it, because armor can't cover everything, naturally. Her curves are't really as there, in fact her body passes more on a lanky man form with maybe a A-cup breast size and only the slightest of curves to form her waist and hips. Not to say she doesn't HAVE curves, just not as many as a lot of girls.

Ammy carries herself proudly. Her standing is always straight up and down and her sitting is always proper as well.. when she sits. Her voice is sultry, soft and obviously experienced in life. She speaks with wisdom and strength and almost demands when she tries to rally others.

...........................................................................

PERSONALITY:
→ Ammy is a very spontaenous and unpredictable person. What you think she will do and what she WILL do are two separate things. At times, Ammy doesn't even know why she does what she does. If there's a cliff there's no telling if she'll jump or talk to herself. She can be quiet and simply obnoxious within the same hour. She can be extremely happy or extremely mad and none of it would make sense to anyone around her.

When amadi puts her armor on, it's as if her personality switches. Though most people don't notice, she has that side at all time. In her 'knight' state of mind, Amadi has only the feelings of pride and honor such as knights of old. At times her speech even changes. She will refer to herself as 'this one'. She'd never do something seen as 'dishonorable' and as such can at times this will leave her vulnerable but hey, that's what the armor is for. Most people would not realize that this is her true self, her raw emotion and passion that burns brightly for her country.

"This one is meant to serve, this one's will is that of the Lord's and should this one fail, then this one should end it all."

Ammy's personality is not one of self preservation, but of protection and sacrifice. She'd throw her life away in a second if it would save Wolfgang or anyone else she cared strongly for. Unfortunately, it's hard to get close to Amadi as the armor on her works like a barrier in ways. There's a wall between her and the world. The world shouldn't get too attached to her and she refuses to be touched by the world.

Just like her appearance, beneath her armor, Amadi is weak, or so she feels. She could never hold well in an emotional cponversation. She can't stand to have her armor off. It gives her the confidence an strength she needs and when she's not working she can think. She can think about how she feels and how she really has no control on anything. The tough front most people see is the complete opposite of the fragile woman that could sob into her pillow at night or in the shower. Amadi will never let anyone see her cry if she can help it. She tries to swallow it all back and be that strong person could see her as. She wants to prove that anyone can be'great'. It's a tough road she's chosen and she won't deter from it, despite how much trouble she faces.

Truthfully, Amadi is kind of shy. She normally won't stir up a conversation unless it has to do with fighting or guarding Wolfgang. Otherwise, she just remains silent. If someone were to talk to HER first, she might converse, but it has to be eased in. Only exceptions are the few she holds 'dear' which are very few. She's sworn to protect as many as she can, but the only one who matters is the leader. Amadi would gladly take a bullet without hesitation for Wolfgang, despite the fact he could probably avoid it, anyways.

She's always been the suffer in silence, since she was taught at a young age to deal with things herself. It wasn't for the lack of parents that cared, but because she was just too damn stubborn that when she needed help, no one could help her. The bullies, the way people talked about her? She learned to just tune it out and she could focus on something better when her armor was on.

In her armor is pure bliss for Amadi. All of her worldly problems and restraints don't matter. She can cut down a person without flinching, but she will pray for their souls. Amadi could dive into something suicidal and not be afraid or confront a behemoth without flinching. Lance in hand, she can feel what she needs to be strong. This is why Amadi avoids taking her armor off.

LOVE:
→ Kicking rocks, putting criminals in shackles, cats, dogs, birds,

HATE:
→ Stinky shoes, stinky cheese, fancy cheese, Airplanes (she gets airsick)

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Ammy was born of both genders. She was a hermaphrodite upon birth and her parents decided to make her female.

IDOL:
→ BATMAN Jeanne d'Arc

...........................................................................

HISTORY:
→ Her parents were appauled when she was born. They found that the young newborn was actually a hermaphrodite. The two were accepting at first, okay with this choice in life. Mother could stay at home and father would go to work. They would let their child chose when it had the chance. No one had to know, and they liked it that way. Being a wealthy family meant they did not look good if their child was a freak.

They did not think this decision through, and this was figured out when their child was being potty trained. Both parents were confused in what to do or say, watching and struggling with ways to not let their secret out.

Once puberty hit, Ammy was 12 and it was decided not by Ammy, it was decided by the doctor and his parents that Ammy was to be a girl. The explanation was that if Ammy had been a man, she would never have kids, but Ammy had always felt more masculine than feminine and was hurt by this rushed decision. Upset that her parents had completely ignored her, she went into a completely rebellious age. Ammy started to try smoking and drugs under the table, as if that would affect her parents in any way. They didn't know and didn't care, nor did the neighbors. Money bought privacy in their minds. What went on in their household, STAYED there. So much went on with their daughter, yet not a single family member cared about her feelings. It was for the best? Yeah, because she totally wanted to live long enough to push a baby out for some nameless man she'd had a drink for at the bar.

It was strange how chastise one could be when they hated their own body. It took several trips to rehab later for her to realize she had a serious problem. It wasn't that she hated her parents, she understood how their decision was made, but that didn't stop it from making her hate that choice, that fact and she was terrified. She didn't want a man to touch her, didn't want to feel something good in what wasn't her choice. To her, she had denied everything because she was being spoiled. It took too much effort to focus on that pain, the hate and sadness, so as soon as she was able, she enlisted into the Ciel military.

There was something that felt.. right when Amadi enlisted. It was as if she came at piece with herself the second she rose her first weapon, which oddly was a simple lance. Old style as it was, she felt complete. Was there such a thing as a past life? SHe found herself not only studying her military gun arms, but the more 'primitive' weapons and armor.

"What am I? I am only as good as the armor I carry. Nothing can pierce it, in this armor, no one will know who I am."

She became obsessive on what she found. Tales of the old knights, the way they served their leaders until they died. Amadi wanted to be like that. She wanted to become something that resemble those written in stories. She even went as far as getting custom armor built. At a young age, she would run through battle in this armor, most people not knowing what she was. It was believed at one point of time there was no person behind the mask. Amadi cut ties from the people around her and delved herself in a world that could end in an instance. When her helmet was on, she stopped being that helpless woman she knew in the mirror and became a proud warrior on the battlefield.. she felt complete, whole and soon she grew accustomed to wearing it. It was a relationship that she didn't realize even happened.

She began to lose herself and in turn, rebuild herself. When she was in her armor, she was comfortable, it was familiar. All she had to do was follow orders and protect those around her. She was just a warrior.

There was one such mission that got her acknowledged. Things looked bad.. desperate, even and though the mission was a loss, she kept pushing. Losses were heightening against the enemy, but more on her own team. In the end, she couldn't even remember the mission through the blood loss. She ended up fainting, hitting her head and when colors faded, she was sure it was the end. When she came to, she found herself in a hospital bed with white filling her eyes. She had been saved by some unknown miracle. She was blessed by her very country. With that, she was soon offered a place as a guard for the leader. To say she was honored was an understatement.

That day she fell on one knee in an instance. "This one gives up all rights to become a servant for you. Might this one serve the lord well. Should this one fail in service of protecting the lord, then, this one will die alongside him, as it should be." Though it was far too formal, and some of the others around were highly perturbed, it was accepted. Then, Amadi was pledged to Wolfgang's side as a guard. A new goal, but still without her armor, she felt vulnerable. At night times it would always be difficult to take it off and realize she was nothing more than an below average girl. She preferred her helmet. It was her home, a safety that formed to her body, without showing the weakness.

...........................................................................

TRIVIA:
→ Has never had a real relationship with anyone and pretty much is oblivious to all relationship-attempts
→ Refers often to herself as 'this one'
→Speaks basic Rouenian(Lavender), Rouenian (Gelemortian dialect{Lightsteelblue}), Heavily accented Amestrian(teal) and broken Cretan(deeppink)
→ Amadi is afraid of the dark
→ Has a teddy bear she sleeps with named Sir Camelot
→ She is terrified of getting emotionally attached to someone and should said attachment happen, she would try to break away from it
→ CHIVALROUS!
→ She sometimes forgets how to tie her shoes and to avoid that awkwardness, she would much rather wear sandals
→ Claustrophobic
→ She's strong enough to move very well in a suit of armor and brandish a heavy lance she uses. She's surprisingly accurate with it and fights decently enough
→ Can't dance.. AT. ALL.
→ Right handed
→ If she's been in her armor a long period of time without sleep and people are still around, she will sleep in her armor

...........................................................................

ALIAS:
→ Ammy pfftt as if it weren't obvious

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ ALL OF THEM WHOM I PLAY (Aaron, Tat, Yoshi, Iris, Caj, Lian and Val)

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ NOOO! NOTHING NOTHING TO SAY!!!!

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Inazuma Eleven[/b]/[i]Afuro Terumi[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ White Knight

...........................................................................

[Reila Tsukino]

April 5th!

[Guest]

DONE! =D

[Reila Tsukino]

REVISE

OMFGILOVEHERSOMUCHWHYCAN'TIAPPROVEHERRIGHTOFFTHEBAT?!

Ciel is not an ethnicity/race/whatever! You mean Cersian?

SURGE OF INSPIRATION FOR RAVEN/WHATEVERHERNAMEWILLBE

[Guest]

Hahaha sorry! I meant Gelemortian. I keep forgetting Gelemortian =/= Ciel XD fixed

[Reila Tsukino]

APPROVED

I didn't color you because Jay wants to ;3

[Sponsored content]