S. Krow, Celesto

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/Alkahestrist/Gelemortian Militant {Pirate}

I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me.
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FULL NAME:
→ Celesto Seras Krow

AGE:
→ 23 24 25

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Lior, Great Desert

RACE:
→ Half Gelemortian, Half Cersian
→ Once thought he was Drachman until corrected by Wolfy

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ February 15

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'9"

WEIGHT:
→ 142 lbs

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Celesto has shoulder length, stark blond hair and it almost always looks windblown and disheveled. His hair grows extremely fast and he must get it cut very often. Sometimes, however, he gets lazy and just let's it grow, throwing it in a pony tail. His eyes are a pale sky blue and though they look exactly the same, he is in fact blind in his left eye. He carries a dull look in his eyes at all times. It is as if he is bored with the world and only takes interest in certain things. The only time this hollow look leaves his eyes is when he smiles, which he does a lot. Occasionally, he will wear an eye patch over his blind left eye for kicks. Whether he wears it or not doesn't matter.

He has a lot of varying styles. Celesto loves glamorous clothing and how they make him appear very refined. He tends to only wear the most expensive and flamboyant material, but he doesn't have an attachment to it. Very often he can also be seen in just a shirt and jeans. He doesn't really care too much. Though regardless, when people look at him, they see a magician. He tends to look the part of an alchemist very well: the flowing robes, jewels, and art nouveau patterns assist him with this greatly.

Celesto is pale and looks extremely frail despite his strength. His arms are skinny as well as his legs and torso, but they are like rocks from the fray of countless battles. He walks with a sway and never drags his feet. He is extremely swift to act in a situation and is usually the first to act or direct attention. Celesto has somewhat of a problem though: he gets lost VERY easy. Regardless of how many times he's been to a place, he forgets where he is and wanders around aimlessly in disarray. It is a very frequent occurrence.

His most predominant feature is his left automail arm, which is made from a full steel skeletal frame layered with duralumin and a high percentage of carbon fiber to protect the various wires and intricate machinery that is inside of it. His palm and fingers are laced with a high concentration of copper-nickel alloy in order to properly manipulate static electricity using the negative conductor properties. He has no clue about further specifics on the machinery other than the fact that it hurt like hell. There is a large scar protruding from where the Automail is attached and it reaches slightly further than his shoulder and a bit across his chest.

His voice is airy and light. He doesn't have one of those deep masculine voices, nor is his evil laugh up to par with his tricks. Celesto's tones are very soothing, trustworthy, but mostly teasing. If anything, he is often mistaken for a girl who wields a lower voice. Hell, it doesn't bother him though; he can just electrocute you to death. ;D

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PERSONALITY:
→ Celesto’s personality has many different sides. On the surface, he has a refined, gentle attitude that appears not able to be breached by anyone let alone someone who is able to get close to him, but on the inside there is a hidden sadness never expressed. He tends to enjoy hiding his true feelings about mostly everything as if he does not want to trouble the other person with his personal matters. He gained this attribute while living among many other children on the orphanage farm whose attention was very much more important than his own. While the caretakers attended to everyone else, he was one of the only ones who refused to be bothersome. Seeing as how they occasionally sighed with frustration and got aggravated with the constant onslaught of crying and needs, Celesto did not want to become a part of their unhappiness. His conclusion was to separate himself from it and branch off, becoming independent at an extremely young age. He was the first that requested to help with the field work such as shucking corn and feeding the chickens. It was after that when the older children began to take an interest and join in and soon after, even the youngest children wanted a part. It seemed that they needed to feel that they were needed--that they belonged, and that they could do a share in the work that allowed them to survive there on the farm as a makeshift family since their parents had abandoned them. Celesto’s idea of helping may have partly embodied that, but mostly he just wanted something to keep his racing mind occupied. It was after the younger children joined in on the work, that Celesto began to develop a complex where he viewed himself as ‘the protector.’ He would watch over everyone (especially his twin) and take care to see if they were doing anything that could harm them. His protector’s complex grew over the years and eventually he became even more reckless himself. It was as if he wanted to drain all the recklessness out of his fellow orphans and take it all upon himself. He did not always succeed, though he always tried, and very many times it turned into angry bouts. Celesto was very much a hot-head when he was younger and anything anyone said that didn’t coincide with his way of life, was rejected harshly. When he began to realize how people all had different views and takes on certain topics, he became distrustful of those people; they were all a danger to his way of thinking and could challenge him…and could betray him. He feared betrayal most, but as a child, betrayal was a very simple thing like breaking unimportant promises. Over the years, however, Celesto became less and less interested in the idea of betrayal itself and more intrigued as to why people sought betrayal. He began to see deeper and deeper in the human psyche and he did not enjoy what he found.

After his attempt to gain knowledge from human transmutation, Celesto began to withdraw into the shell of his own mind. He developed a façade quite unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. Smiling was key. A smile said a thousand words, therefore Celesto wouldn’t have to say anything, right? Exactly. If he appeared happy, people wouldn’t ask questions. He would be fine surviving in the world this way. Though so much changed, he still retained his strange recklessness and lack of care for his own life. The existence of ego was completely removed from him because Celesto believed he shouldn’t exist. And regardless of his power, Celesto would never be the kind of person to flaunt it like a testosterone-infested boy. Whatever ego is left remains deeply seated within his mind—unreachable. It could be said that this ego is more like self-confidence or self-esteem that has gone to the next level. He has come to know that with doubt always comes pain and it is like betraying yourself—that is unspeakable. Though sometimes, his lack of ego can dig himself a grave, it can also give him something valuable if he is able to keep going--like maybe a treasure chest!!

Directly after his human transmutation attempt, Celesto became faced with the idea of existence. After much thought, he determined that death really can't exist outright; it can’t. His twin that died was actually himself, but Celesto is still, in fact, 'alive'. Having no idea that his way of thinking bridged on a mental disorder, Celesto continued to accept the idea. Death to him ceased to exist along with the concept of life. So what was the point? Celesto's goal became just to be—to move through time and simply accomplish things that interested him. He had all the time in the world. And who knew…maybe everyone had a twin like him who ‘existed’ also. That had to be it. The only thing he did that suggested otherwise, was his yearly visit to the graveyard to leave white lilies at his brother's grave. The next day after coming to terms with his philosophy, Celesto left the farm and dropped the idea altogether. It was useless trying to think so hard... He would only hurt his mind further in the end. It was easier just to live like everyone else did. That was when Celes became an actor.

There are times despite the cruelties of life, when Celesto is actually happy. He takes enjoyment from teasing people and playing tricks on them and does so very often, though if he doesn’t know the person, he will be extremely polite to them. It really depends on the closeness between him and the person. He will rant on and on about the person he is talking to, but if the subject ventures to himself, he will immediately clam up and act cold while retaining a smile at the same time. It’s a feat, really.

When it comes to regular life, Celesto lacks in everything. Sometimes he’ll trip down the stairs like a complete idiot, and other times he’ll almost burn down the kitchen trying to cook something. He isn’t exactly clumsy because when it comes to a fight, he’s extremely sharp and precise—without a single wasted movement. Though, off-guard he does become somewhat of a failure. He may be a genius sometimes, but most of the time, he’s pretty much a runaway train.


LOVE:
→ Karis, Euphie, Broom sticks, Stories, Fairy tales, Bums, Old people, Grey skies, Clouds, Rain, Water, The roar of thunder, Lightning, Wind, Fire, Bonfires, Smores, Candy, Baths, Five Star hotels, Noodles, Science, Being a smart ass, Smiling, Classical music, White, Blue, Yellow, Watermelons, Contraptions, Inventing things, Glam, Steam punk, Style, Fashion, People, Humans, Animals, Technology, Masquerades, Parades, Parties, Bacunsto, Wolfy, Gelemorté, Singing in the shower, Cooking, Playing, Making snow angels, Dancing, Skipping, Flailing, Whistling, Automail, Eye patches, Daydreaming,

HATE:
→ Himself, Strippers, Ice cream, Cold, Snow, Winter, Sand, Sweating, Attention, Being studied, Questions, Stares, Silence, Militaristic fools, Unnecessary fights, Uptight people, Rules, Black, Spicy food, Sympathy, Gears, Religion, Death,The ideas people have of death, The concept of life, Mirrors, Reflections, Being blind in his left eye, The fact that he has an automail arm, Nightmares, Daymares,

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ That he fears black cats.
→ That he is blind in his left eye.
→ That he attempted Human Transmutation and failed, losing the sight in his left eye.
→ That he ever had a twin.
→ That he attempted Human Transmutation and succeeded, losing his left arm and his concept of reality and dreams (mostly resulting in daymares).
→ That he can't take the cold and usually faints if his body temperature goes too low.

IDOL:
→ Wolfy

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HISTORY:
→ Ever since his brain began to record memories, Celesto had lived in the same farm house. Over the years, the paint peeled and was repainted only to be battered once again from the outside world. As he grew, he realized before most that it was nearly impossible to have this many brothers and sisters all related to him. It was then that he found out he didn’t have parents—well he did—just no one knew if they were alive or dead. Being so young, he couldn’t fathom the idea of not having parents. It haunted him and often gave him nightmares at night, but they soon faded away with time as he grew up.

The farm house was built many years before Celesto was born on the outskirts of Lior, but it wasn’t founded as an orphanage until soon after. The owners donated the large farm and the surrounding acres to an organization that specified in adopting children and raising them. Celesto was one of the many children all of the same relative age that were adopted by the hired caretakers. The caretakers were organized by number, but the children still called them by their names. Some kids even made jokes out of their numbers by calling them mom number one, mom number nine, etc. Of course, the caretakers were not all female; there were a few men that dedicated their time to raising the orphans as well. A time came when the children were older that the men began to teach the children how to help out working on the farm. At first, their pleas were ignored and they were told that they didn’t need to help at all, but eventually with Celesto’s insistence, the caretaker’s gave in.

While they were working every day and enjoying themselves, the thirty children grew closer and closer; they became like a real family. All was well and good, but Celesto refused to accept that popular point of view. He did, at first, suggest the incorporation of work into their everyday lives, but it was soon after that he saw it as a prospect for danger. It was that realization that forced him to appoint himself as ‘the protector.’ He knew that the caretakers weren’t all there at once and they tended to distance themselves from the kids unless they were needed. Celesto knew all this, but this also meant that without someone watching over them, anyone could easily get hurt by doing a simple thing wrong. But above all else, Celesto wanted to protect his real sibling. You see, he was adopted into the orphanage with a twin brother by the name of Karis. Karis was a shy boy who submitted to the will of anyone around him. He was extremely skittish and tended to rely on Celesto for everything.

With time, his protector’s complex only grew further and a few of the children tended to resent him for always correcting what they did—like the way they held the rake, or the way they pushed the plow. There were many things that could go wrong, but no one seemed to notice! Celesto was aggravated and after a year or so of his struggles, a caretaker by the name of Safra confronted him about it. She always would say that Celesto was the best-behaved child and would always look after the others, but soon she saw how much trouble he was going through—trying to learn all the proper ways to do everything and then forcing perfection onto even the smaller ones. She disapproved and this shattered Celesto’s stability. Everyone seemed to look down on him at that time. He dropped his corrections and began to watch from a distance. It was only a short time before he took on reckless abandon and began to be careless in his own practices, hoping futilely that he could suck all the recklessness from the others and bring it upon himself.

When he was about ten years old, Celesto, instead of having nightmares, would page through the books that were the mementos of Karis’ and his parents. The worn things were dropped off by an unknown carrier the day after he was adopted and ever since had been in Karis’ eager hands. Celesto’s brother loved reading and would usually spend day upon day cooped up in his room enjoying the complicated material. Eventually, Celesto became curious as to what it was that intrigued his brother so intensely and stole into his twin’s room to retrieve the books. Having learned how to read at an extremely young age, Celesto eventually began to be able to decipher the meaning behind the strange and complicated text. He found that all of the books were related to each other by alchemy and that many of them had to do with the mystery of transmuting lightning. At the time when they were written, it said that to create lightning using alchemy was not possible. Even at the current time when Celesto asked Safra, it was still impossible to transmute something on theory alone. This fact intrigued him and he began reading the books over and over until he understood them. He avoided talking to anyone about them except his twin and kept all the information to himself, assuming that the books were top secret documents given to them by their parents. He spent the rest of his childhood trying to crack the mystery of the lightning alchemy with his brother, and by the time he was twelve, he found he was able to use basic alchemy all by himself. It was all in secret, of course, and was done only at night when they couldn’t sleep.

Celesto and Karis spent countless days together, sharing what they learned from the pages they constantly scoured. It seemed they acquired something new each time they read it. Celesto felt that it was only some time before they uncovered the truth. But a fateful day dawned over the desert city of Lior. Celesto was at the water well when it happened. He was collecting the dinner jug with his skinny arms and filling it with the cool liquid from deep below. Safra came running up in a storm of tears. She was horror-stricken and Celesto immediately dropped the bucket he was pouring and rushed to greet her half way. “What happened?” He demanded.

“It’s Karis he—”

Celesto didn’t wait to hear. He didn’t want to hear; he wanted to see. Taking off at incredible speed, the blond-haired boy flew towards the commotion some ways off. What kind of trouble had Karis gotten into now? He had to be hurt, he— Celesto stopped short. Staring up at him with singed, blue eyes was someone who looked like a mirror image of himself. Was…that him? No. It was Karis. Karis was… His entire body was smoking—his skin wrinkled and peeling off. Pieces of charred flesh were scattered around him—his hands crumbled into nothing. Celesto took deep breaths and fell to his knees, shaking. He felt like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. That was his twin brother right there. That was his only remaining family—his only proof that he ever was born. Some sort of crystal covered the ground in large quantities around the…body. The grass within a radius of five yards was burned to a crisp. Lightning. It had to be lightning alchemy. Small slivers of blackened paper carried by the breeze drifted around Celesto—fragments of a circle crafted by his brother, well, that was what he could see through the burns. It was alchemy. He thrust his hands over his eyes and felt his voice leaving him into the sky. Karis was dead. Gone forever…

Days passed by…months. And nothing… What was there? His twin brother had died trying to perfect lightning alchemy without telling him. He had stared at a dead body that looked exactly like him. What then? Celesto spent his days trying to light the alchemy books on fire, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn’t bring himself to do even do that. Karis’ funeral was plain and boring. No one asked questions. It took a few more months of nothing for Celesto to realize what Karis’ intentions must have been. The day after Karis’ death had been their birthday… There was nothing else to say. From that moment, Celesto decided to master what Karis left behind.

After fully grasping the historic alchemy book that explained the events in the 1910’s and on, Celesto understood the concept of The Gate that people like Hagane no Renkinjutsushi or Edward Elric had experienced. Reading no further, he decided right then and there that he would use the knowledge from this gate to complete what he thought as his brother’s dream. He would make it possible! Nothing in life was impossible after all…except bringing back the dead. How to do this was the hard part and he spent many years completing his theory.

When he was fifteen, Celesto had memorized countless transmutation circles including the human transmutation circle that Hagane no Renkinjutsushi had used to gain The Truth from The Gate. He really didn’t understand that part, but if it was the truth, then it had to tell him about lightning alchemy, right? It didn’t matter; he was willing to bet his meaningless life on it in order to give it meaning. At this point, he knew it was a taboo, but he was able to justify this in his mind, seeing as others got away with it and survived. It would be okay; he knew that his adjustments to the human transmutation circle would yield successful results. This was the confidence he needed in order to achieve The Truth, of that he was sure.

The day came in early summer when the heat was first settling in; it was stifling. He had just turned sixteen and was at the peak of his individualism. He spent days behind the closed door of his privileged and personal room. This was only possible because many of the children who were older than him had already left the farm to begin their lives. Some got jobs far away, others lived close and would visit on their days off, and some even joined the military. Celesto too, would leave after he perfected the art of lightning transmutation, but he would never join the military as a slave to those in power. Never. It was corrupt. All of it! What he wanted to do was to show them that life wasn’t about power and rank. Life didn’t revolve around this magic called alchemy. A bunch of curious children proved such a fact. Look! Celesto wanted to show them his pain. This is what happens when you meddle with the hands of god.

The hot summer day went smoothly with the completion of the circle that was carefully drawn with a piece of chalk he had secretly borrowed from a girl named Rebby who was four years younger than him. He then gathered the materials that were needed to create a human that he had hidden in the barn furthest from the house. He had chosen that place because it was where the cows slept and hardly anyone went there at night. It was ideal. He spent the entire day making sure everything was perfect; checking and rechecking his work to clarify that the formulas he invented would still be able to open The Gate that felt like a gamble to him.

Finally, what he thought as the very literal ‘moment of truth,’ was upon him. It was three in the morning when he placed his hands against the chalk and was enveloped in yellow light. Instantly, his entire body was showered with pain unlike anything he could have imagined. Bruises, scratches, the ache of a day of work was paler than pale in comparison. Right when he was sure he would pass out from the pain and it would all be over, white completely took over his vision. Then there it was…right before his eyes. Panic crept into the depths of his heart and gripped it tightly, choking the breath from him and leaving him trembling without a word to say. He watched the shapeless World voice words that reverberated throughout his entire body. They were words he could never remember, ones that sent a shock through his entire existence. It was only in that very moment that he realized what death truly was. Shaking, he fell through the open doors and the pain began again. This time it felt as though all of the pain in the world was aimed straight into the very core of his mind. He felt it shattering and breaking down into nothing only to be reformed into everything. It was too much, but he craved more, to know more—to understand everything. When the gate doors echoed closed, he felt the most sadness he had ever felt and watched as that world that felt more real than reality faded away.

Before he opened his eyes he was met with a smell that was so putrid it was worse than that dead snake Oronaru found in the yard. Heavy breathing sounded in his face and he was persuaded by curiosity to open his eyes. The moment he did, his body was flooded and overpowered by sheer agony, fear, and denial. He screamed, the sound of his own voice wafting through the humid night air. He couldn’t see anything except the creature in front of him. It wasn’t alive, it didn’t have a soul, it couldn’t be seeing him…it couldn’t be staring at him as if asking him why. Why? That’s what he wanted to know… Celesto hadn’t planned on this—he didn’t want this—there wasn’t supposed to be a physical result or any result other than the knowledge he gained. How could this have happened? He was frozen, watching the darkened thing’s glowing eyes watch him. It felt like many lifetimes were spent in a staring contest; he couldn’t take his eyes away. Time crawled by, but only a few minutes passed.

“Br-bro-thher…” It croaked, clawing at the wooden floor boards underneath them. Celesto felt tears streaming down his face. No…it wasn’t. He hadn’t wanted to bring back Karis. No! No! This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be something…else. But…hadn’t he wanted Karis to be brought back? Secretly…wasn’t that his desire. Oh no…

“Ka-Karis I-I’m so sorry!!” Celesto cried.

He came back to himself suddenly to realize that the monster that had been staring at him intently was now writhing in pain. It was probably because it didn’t have a soul anymore. In horror, Celesto went to bring his hands to cover his mouth, but found that he could only see one make it there. He glanced to the side and his vision became red…no, the scenery—his room was what had become red. It wasn’t just a color; it was blood—his blood. He couldn’t see out of his left eye anymore, but he knew it was still there. Was only the sight taken?

Such…a terrible thing—how could something soulless suffer? Could it even think? He shuddered at these thoughts as his consciousness poured out from him. How could he do something like this just to gain knowledge? Was he so selfish that he thought human transmutation wouldn’t bring something back? No, he had thought it was impossible…Impossible like lightning transmutation. Remember…nothing is impossible…except bringing the dead back to life, right?

The carcass of the thing withered into a pile of ashes as if it had been burned and the bones melted as if the air had become acid. Every moment Celesto watched, sobbing more than he did in his worst nightmares. When five minutes had passed, he crawled to a corner in the room only to find more eyes on him. Cowering before them, he shut his own eyes. He would see no more; he couldn’t take anymore. But he was being shaken and yelled at, except all he could make out were the curse words.

He didn’t regain consciousness until a week after it happened. Upon which, he was told to never speak of what he did. Very nicely and very carefully, he was also instructed that he was to be kicked out of his home in a year. That was the first thing he heard since the grunts of suffering that came from the monster he created. He knew then, the old Celesto had died that night with the disintegrating flesh of the thing. He was drilled to tell anyone that asked that his eye had lost sight because he stabbed himself with hay while feeding the horses. Reality hit him in the face when he realized with sick humor that the last thing he had ever seen out of his left eye was that…thing who had called him brother. When Celesto had come back to himself a bit more, one of the caretakers broached the subject of fixing the dimmed sight of his right eye with laser surgery very sympathetically. He cringed at the thought that someone could feel sorry for him for the horrible thing that he did. He didn’t deserve that…

He decided to do the surgery and poured his entire savings into it with no regret. Immediately, three weeks after that night, he was put through a different version of hell. The doctors had said that instead of the sight just being taken from his left eye, it appeared as if it had affected the sight of his right eye as well. The thought haunted him and he refused to think of it…maybe it was because he resisted it? He didn’t want to know; just this once he allowed himself to be ignorant.

Afterwards, Celesto gained full sight in his right eye, but his left was unrecoverable, they said. The rehabilitation took longer than everyone thought and it wasn’t until Celesto turned seventeen that he had complete control over his eyes and didn’t experience too much pain. It was a long and grueling process that left him drained of emotion, physical, and mental strength. The horrified looks he achieved from his ‘brothers and sisters’ sliced deep into his heart and took his voice from him. He hardly ever spoke to anyone by the time the end of spring came.

This was the time in which every year the orphans cleaned everything. It was also the time when Celesto was supposed to leave for good. He was indifferent to the idea and no longer felt obliged to call this place his home; it was just an old, smelly barn that he lived in for his whole life. That was it, nothing more, nothing less. When he went about gathering his few things, he made sure that the room was completely spotless. The room he had previously transmuted was now reconstructed into a new bathroom that was more like a small bath house.

Checking under the bed, Celesto spotted a shadow. Frightened at first, he pulled away in fear and went to leave, but something drew him back to that shadow. Maybe he would always be compelled by the untouchable, but this time for sure, maybe he could grasp the shadow and make it into something worth reverence. Smiling at his petty thoughts, he reached out to touch it and felt his fingertips connect with worn paper. He pulled it out quickly and his eyes fell onto the only thing left of his childhood—of his brother, his parents, and of his dream: the book on basic alchemy. Blinking away an onslaught of tears, he opened the cover…

After Celes left, he had traveled to Central: the alchemic center of the world. There he spent his time mastering his alchemy until it reached levels beyond what most people dream. However, he heard rumors of a girl in the military whose abilities bested him in every way. Her name was Reila Tsukino: someone that intrigued him. After living on his own for a while, with aspirations to overcome her, Celesto’s façade became more natural. He even fooled himself sometimes—maybe he didn’t even know he was fooling himself anymore… but he still believed that he did not deserve to be happy. Carrying the burden of Karis and Human Transmutation with him everywhere, Celesto developed a silly, wild sort of personality that allowed him to enjoy existence a bit. Still, there were those nights when he was all alone that the memories crashed through the foggy windows and slammed into him over and over again until he couldn’t take it. The gears. They were the gears…turning…spinning metal…rusted…sterling silver… They burned into his blind eye, searing his mind and making him a slave to sorrow. Though no one could know or guess. He was happy to keep this secret.

Celesto became a pirate! That’s right, he joined a crew! Of course, they were modern day pirates. Between North City and Fort Briggs in the wilderness tundra lays an abandoned pirate ship from 2,000.12823 years ago when Drachma and North City were still under water. The wood is maintained and still holds its elaborate paint designs in gold, royal blue, and red. Inside is a kitchen with a working refrigerator, stove, etc. Somewhat recently, a strange generator was brought in that is able run on Celesto's lightning alchemy. Hanging down from the highest area is a chandelier that is able to light the entire bottom floor. There is a second floor with a set of creaky spiral stairs. In the middle of the second floor is a large hole that had formed with age before Sal and his crew got there. Spreading out just below the deck (which acts as the ceiling) are a series of rooms where the pirates sleep. Seeing as beds cannot fit up the stairs, futons are laid out. Usually each pirate is able to have their own room. The only bathroom is located next to the sitting/TV room and the kitchen and contains a bathtub and a shower. The shower runs on melted snow water and is heated by Celes. No doors separate any of the rooms save for the bedrooms and the single bathroom. Privacy is reduced to only a single room. Regardless, Celesto was happy to be a part of something again. He gained purpose and together they would overthrow the Amestrian dictatorship and establish something called democracy. Celesto was currently reading a book on it and he didn’t really understand it. Stuff like politics just didn’t really get through to him. Sure, people called him a scientific genius and he was good a battle tactics in video games (he didn’t have experience in real life), but some things just didn’t connect. That was just the kind of man the happy-go-lucky Celes was. He began living together with a bunch of varying people named Jack (his captain), Salazar, and a girl whom everyone called Aren, but he insisted on calling her Euphie and Salazar, Salz. And thus began Celesto’s love for giving people nicknames… The end was nigh.

Of course, however, the obnoxious page will always turn to a new chapter. Celes' end wasn't quite anywhere near from happening just yet. The happy-go-lucky idiot blond decided to enjoy himself at Central City's annual Festival by planting a bomb in the woman's bathroom and making out with his hot co-worker (Euphie). Since Jack fell off the face of the earth, they determined this method was very much...awesome! Therefore, the assassination of Hild was eminent!! Or...not. Instead, some crazy chick with the ability to erase people's memories swooped in and destroyed their wonderful plans. She was dangerous. So Celes grabbed his girl and his pet (Captain) and fled to safe ground. The next morning, he made breakfast (he was forced to) and life went back to the planner. Which involved bringing his twin brother back to life for real this time...

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"How many years has it been?" Celesto murmured to himself in the darkness. His hands were caressing his eye patch, slowly untying the string and letting it fall to the floor boards at his feet. His heart pounded against his chest, an unseeing eye cast further into the very darkness of his own soul. This time--this time for sure... The small pentagon window in his room was open, a freezing winter breeze entering and tossing papers around in the leaking moonlight. The papers were filled with years of calculations that he had lived his whole life to discern. A circle was drawn into the floor perfectly in pale, white chalk. Sky blue eyes shifted from the masterpiece and to the pile of chemicals collected in a jar made of the Ceres crystals from his lightning. Everything was there--everything that a human being possessed. How simple it seemed... But just the circle and these chemicals hadn't been enough. Tonight was going to be different. And so would be the results.

He looked inhuman, standing there bathed in moonlight. His golden hair latched itself to the silvery light, dripping down the nape of his neck and meeting the gaze of a sharpened blade. He caressed the thin tendrils with the tip until a ripping sound burst from the contact. Celes' long hair fell from his grip, collecting in the cracks of wood around the circle. Their DNA was identical. So this, and... He raised the knife to his wrist, a cruel frown gathering on his usually smiling lips. His favorite facade was long gone. Celesto was planning on giving his life for Karis. He had nothing left to live for--no value in his existence. If this failed, what reason would he have to try again? He had nothing left to sacrifice. He was worthless.

As he sliced his wrist open and painted his blood over the large circle, he thought back to the time at the festival. Euphie and her long, lavender hair in the woman's bathroom watching him wistfully as he set up bombs. His first kiss, her captivating eyes in a fit of surprise and brief passion. Their eventful escape and the bombs conjured to life behind their retreating backs. Since Karis' death, Celes had learned mastery over nearly every element: fire, wind, water, lightning, and...love. A bitter sweet smile flickered to his dying lips and he stared at his searing wrist. The minute pain fluttered through his nerves, but he easily ignored it. Please just let me talk to my brother before I die...I just want to say one thing. "Will I ever be happy again?" He whispered to the moon peering through his window. He closed his eyes, bare feet touching the very edges of the human transmutation circle. Celesto S. Krow took a deep breath and feel to his knees.

Memories flooded behind his eyelids--horror-filled nightmares that had once been reality. It called him... The inhuman thing had been alive...just briefly he had retrieved his brother's soul. It was possible. He had to picture him--every detail identical to his own. His hair was now the length it had been then... Everything had to be the same. With vicious eyes, glinting in the dim lightning, Celesto held the pictures and all the knowledge he obtained in front of his eyes, ready to make it materialize in front of him no matter what the cost. Take me--take my entire existence; I don't care!! He shot with his mind into the powdery circle that was covered in drying blood. He slammed his hands against the floor and listened to it creak beneath his weight. Would the whole pirate ship break down from this power? He hoped he could at least spare his friends the misfortune he carried with him everywhere. He thought of it--everything and the entire room filled with bright yellow transmutation circles. They collected in the air all around him. The large one on the floor mirrored onto the ceiling and over each opposing wall. The entire room was painted in Celes' alchemy. He didn't need to draw the circles, they birthed from deep within him. This was his only gift.

He wasn't sure when he lost conscious--if at all, but he found his mind and soul trapped just beyond The Gate. "Hello, World," Celesto said sardonically. The white being sitting in the air raised nonexistent eyebrows, furrowing its genderless brow in seeming thought. The blond laughed bitterly and held out his arms. "Take what you want, leave the rest, but send back my brother. It mimicked his every movement and then smiled a teethe grin that made Celesto think that it was about to devour his flesh. He stepped back slightly, feeling fear for the first time that night. His skin crawled as if a million nails were running gingerly over it. "W-well?" He stuttered, cold eyes meeting the existence that is all.

"You cannot bring back the dead," it said as if it was the cold, hard truth that everyone else knew. The Truth... Celesto's heart clenched and a sharp pain writhed in his chest. What had his whole life been for then?! "But... that is only what you humans have been led to believe. Look," it said, motioning to the blank whiteness that surrounded them. And suddenly Celes could see out of both his eyes. And he saw--he saw everything. There were bodies...countless, unseeing, festering bodies that weren't moving. His stomach flipped and he turned to the side, sure he was going to be sick. The white being raised a hand and the feeling passed. Just what...was this? There were so many questions he wanted to ask. He opened his mouth. "You cannot have everything. Take only what you have come here for. Remember your true intentions and if you waver, it will have been for naught. Humans...cannot know. There are things you cannot know and things that you shouldn't know. You know more than you should. Do not seek to know more. Your existence is already tainted with unreceding pain. I will take what is left of your value. Should you lose something important again, you will no longer mean anything." The World motioned to the fading piles and piles of bodies that littered the entire space. It never ended. "Find him."

Days...months...years--how long was it? Celesto was lost. He swayed through the mists of disappearing bodies, digging through fellow Drachmans and Amestrians, Cretans, Criegs, Aerugese, Xingese... Who were all these people?! He felt his sanity leaving with the sweat that stung his eyes and poured in rivets down his neck. His fingernails were bent and bloodied from digging and digging. Never would he find his brother... Karis was lost. And for the zillionth time, his hoarse voice rung through the deadly silence of nothingness. "KARIS!!!!!!!!!!!!" Time was running out. He was dying, he felt himself fading too...like all the others, he was becoming useless and...one of them--lifeless and blank. He would lose himself. But he had to keep going...had to keep going. He began humming a song, to keep his thoughts at bay. And soon he began whispering the words to the forlorn shells of humans he stepped on and pushed aside. Although he wished to save them all, there was only one he could. "I want to stand at the top of a mountain," he sang, "And whisper before we are destroyed 'Keep going' The caress of winter and neon lights A cold kiss Licking at the seams of history I’m slipping In high heels— In boots And find the faraway sound of a bell ringing...Can you hear it too? The graffiti on the wall reads 'The end is near', but I want to stand at the top of a mountain And whisper before we are destroyed 'Keep going.'" His voice wavered, energy pouring out of him. How long could he go without food or water? It seemed as if he could survive without it... And then his cold fingers wound around something--the smooth, familiar touch of skin that was no one else. It was Karis. He knew it was Karis before he pulled out the body from under a pregnant woman. He gazed on the unburnt skin, the closed eyelids that weren't gazing, dead at the sky. This...was a miracle. Alchemy could do this? He was preserved...just as he was before death clutched him. Celes felt tears--real tears--run down his cheeks as he clung his brother to him and stared up at the white nothingness of a sky. "I've found him," he whispered to nothing in particular. How long had he been in...here?

"You have gained years in your soul," a floating voice boomed from the depths of everything, "in reality, no time has passed; it has been passed onto your twin's body instead. He will be the same age as you now when he is brought back. Keep the knowledge clear in your mind or his soul will reject its natural container. Concentrate..." it whispered, the sound fading into the white. Celesto felt his arms lighten and glanced down to notice that Karis was no longer with him. No... he wanted to scream. But instead, he threw away himself--his emotions--his wishes--all his existence, and focused. He let memories cloud his mind, fixtures of alchemic waves, bouncing off every fiber of his body. Light and circles, mixtures of magic, words, and symbols crowded into the white space and spun Celes into oblivion.

When he came back to his body all he knew was pain. Make it go away, he shrieked in his mind, clawing at the wood, only to catch one of his nails on a nail. He didn't notice, because his mind had plunged into hell. He waited for it...he waited for death to bristle its cold, bony fingers up his spine and clasp his neck. He waited, his eyes sealed shut. And when he opened them, he was once again blind in one. And...he was alive. He was breathing, his lungs pitching and heaving as he sucked in each breath. He was alive. And in front of him... the steam was clearing and beady eyes didn't meet his own, nor did the croaking word that had tormented him all this time... Instead, Celesto's lips formed the single word that had carried over the ages to this very moment. "Br-bro-thher?" There was no answer. Or if there was...he couldn't hear it because his ears were ringing so loud he thought he would go deaf. Darkness ate at the corners of his vision, licking over his pupils until they shrank to nothing, drowning in a sea of unseeing blue. Celes for the first time realized he was holding himself up with just one arm instead of two. He glanced to the side and saw horror with hazy vision. It was gone. His left arm was gone, cut cleanly off. Was that...was that all it took? Just an arm? His twin's body and soul for an ar-- Nightmares during the day--it was a voice in his head clear as a bell ringing from beyond The Gate. It was still glowing. The circle was still glowing. He had to concentrate. The wrist he had cut was aching more than the severed arm. Numb..it was so numb--numb enough to allow his mind to fasten itself around the circles glowing throughout the room. And all at once, on their own accord, they vanished and Celesto collapsed onto the ground. His chin slamming into the the chalk, eyes fluttered closed, but as much as he wanted to he couldn't pass out. The numbness was running out of him, carrying the pain he had woken to back into his system. He cried out, rolling on the ground and clutching at the stub that spurted blood all over the floor. There was so much...there was no way he was going to survive. But he wasn't losing consciousness. Why...why, why!? Was this part of the curse!?

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ALCHEMIC ABILITY:

→ Celesto is able to use any form of alchemy without transmutation circles and where ever he desires (be it the air or whatnot).

→ Lightning: To initiate his alchemy, Celesto rubs his gloved hand together with his bare hand up and down in a praying position. By doing this, he is able to transfer the loose electrons into any conductors. The more he rubs his hands together, the more the electrons move and the stronger the static created (not because of the intensity of the rubbing, but because of the meeting of two different materials). When Celes wants an extremely higher intensity static, he will use his hand without the glove. In order to use his actual hand though, he must make it completely void of moistness and he does this by using precise alchemy to turn the moisture into water vapor.

Once the electric static is created, he separates his two hands and has two options:
1.) Once the electric static is created, he separates his two hands and places his left automail arm below his normal one, mimicking the ability of a cumulonimbus cloud. When his two arms touch along with his hands, the negative charge from his automail and the positive charge from his normal arm connect, forming an electrical circuit. This all happens within, at the most, a second.

Once his hands had first met in the praying position (an ability taken from his experience with 'the gate'), he had initiated the alchemic reaction. Because of this, he is able to manipulate the electric circuit and discharge the built up electricity as lightning to be directed at his opponent through his forearm. But this is not always effective since the assumption is that he cannot aim it. It was for this reason that Celesto was forced to invent a better way to direct his lightning if he was without his staff. He came up with the idea to channel the lightning through his metal arm and out of his pointer finger. He then would hold out his hand like a gun, aim it, and pull the 'trigger.' This way he was able to aim the bolt of lightning at a smaller object...like say a human.

2.) Celesto draws out his staff where it is kept folded in the sleeve of his coat. He holds the metal staff below his other arm horizontally. By doing this, he is mimicking the ability of a cumulonimbus cloud. When his two arms touch along with the staff, the negative charge from the metal and the positive charge from his normal right arm connect, forming an electrical circuit. This all happens within, at the most, a second.

Once his hands had first met in the praying position, he had initiated the alchemic reaction to amplify the static he created with friction. Because of this, he is able to manipulate the electric circuit and discharge the built up electricity as a lightning bolt to be directed at his opponent through the top of his staff. At the top of his staff is a crystal element that Celesto invented himself with the simple use of his alchemy. By striking the earth with alchemically infused lightning, he forms razor sharp crystals capable of withstanding any voltage due to the fact that it was created from it. One of these said crystals has been placed at the top of his staff. This crystal is capable of hold a high amount of charged energy, quantifying up to five large lightning bolts. However, these bolts can be split down into small ones that jolt out all over the place. The only problem is that Celes cannot control their direction, so he must either point the staff, or shoot one at a time. Behind the crystal is a gold covering that prevents the flow of electricity, therefore, he can be sure that his own lightning will not strike him ever.

When lightning is created in general, it is common knowledge that thunder must follow. When lightning shoots through the air, it causes it to heat up five times hotter than the surface of the sun. This heat then causes the air to expand and contract, making thunder. In order to avoid blowing out his ear drums each time, Celes wears specifically made ear plugs that are barely visible and filter out sounds that are above a certain frequency (100 Hz). Sometimes he wears other visible earphones and such. Without them, a human would be sure to go deaf temporarily.

After more practice, Celesto is now able to manipulate smaller amounts of electricity and channel it throughout his body instead of through his staff. While doing this, he passed out many times before he was able to immunize himself to the electricity coursing through him. If he did the calculations correct, it acts as a shield on the surface of his skin and if he touches someone, they will be shocked with 1,300 volts of electricity--enough to render them unconscious or if not, lose the ability to move. The only downside to this is that he can only do it five times before he loses consciousness himself.

→ Ceres/Crystal Element: Celesto's alchemically infused lightning, creates a strange material when connecting with the earth. It is unknown to all but himself and those who have witnessed his alchemy when it strikes the ground. It appears in every way to be ice, but it is, in fact, the opposite. Instead of being cold, it is smoldering hot; touching it would be like reaching into a bonfire. After much studying, Celesto has broken down the compounds that make up said element. Once he acquired this knowledge, he began working on a way to utilize this element. He gained the ability to touch the crystals with his heat resistant staff or automail left arm and turn them to ash. So if he could do that, then the opposite could certainly be possible. By using various lightning strikes in all directions except at him, Celesto can raise spikes of blade-like crystals. Where the lightning strikes, within a radius of five yards, he can raise spikes of varying heights and shapes. Seeing as his lightning supply is endless, his crystal supply is also endless. And at the end of the day, all Celes would have to do in order to clean up the mess would be to tap the ground with his staff, hands, feet, or whatever to turn all crystals within a mile to ash.

→ Fire: When Celesto rubs his hands together to create static, he also creates a small spark that is enough to ignite fire, which he then controls in spirals through the oxygen in the air. He can use this to light his foes aflame, but, unlike his lightning, it will not work in the rain.

Plasma: If it is not raining though, Celesto can use his new-found flame to mix with his electricity, creating something called Plasma. The electric jolts around inside of the flames that Celes wraps around them. He then, gathers the ovals of fire and lightning into the pricks of his staff or into the fingertips of his left automail arm and lets them go straight at his enemy. The plasma glows white; the light it emits enough to temporarily blind anyone who dares to look directly at it. It can also be used as a blinding flash for a quick get-away if necessary.

→ Animating the Dead part one: After a victim is killed, it's sort of boring, you know? It's like coming home after a day at the amusement park to an empty home painted in all white. Therefore, Celes came up with a way to pump blood into the dead person's body using the energy from the dragon pulse. In order to accomplish such an excruciating feat, he must be completely focused on the dead body and able to envision the still heart beating life into the cold veins. The heart starts up, the blood rushes through, but this only works for people freshly dead and still containing enough blood to pump. In essence, the body lives while the soul has already gone.

→ Animating the Dead part two: Once the blood is pumping, the muscles should be somewhat able to function enough to unconsciously control the victim's limbs. Now, the dead are clumsy and if Celes slips up even slightly in his focus, the energy will stop flowing into the heart, and stop possessing the muscles. That's why afterward, he is usually rather disoriented himself. Also, dead bodies are klutzy and pretty much stumble around and flail if Celes isn't completely precise with each twitch of every muscle. He cannot make the dead talk, but he can make them blink, point to things, write sloppily, etc. Enough to get the message across. When he cuts off his alkahestry, the poor dead person re-dies.

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TRIVIA:
→ He sometimes wears glasses or a stylish eye patch to cover his blind eye.
→ On occasion, he sees gears spinning through the blindness of his left eye. And it eventually overtakes his consciousness and/or drives him crazy.
→ He almost never goes without a coat.
→ People call him Celes or Cele for short.
→ He is bisexual.
→ He loves making weirdo gestures (like thumbs up, peace signs, etc).
→ He waves his arms like a bird when going down the stairs.
→ He enjoys giving people all sorts of nicknames.
→ He enjoys whistling or humming/singing songs.
→ He gets lost VERY easily.
→ He is extremely clumsy.
→ He has a strange case of ADHD.
→ He will break any mirror he sees.
→ He has a twin brother named Karis D. Krow that he brought back to life with Human Transmutation.
→ He will do anything to make sure that his brother is happy.
→ He has an automail left arm.
→ Fluent in Amestrian, Bacunsto, random Aerugese phrases, broken Rouenian (Gelemortian Dialect), and Cretan.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Reila, Spade, Aurelius, Fran, Elastor, Toss, Makoto,

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
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