- At birth they gave me a name, though in truth I am
- Eclair Fleur Vance
Should you desire to know, I am
- Female
When the last age passed I had seen
- Twenty-six
When not in the heat of battle I must admit I'm
- Pansexual
My parents' blood runs through my veins and makes me
- Human
Beneath what you see is another being
My heart shows my outlook
- I am a bit of a greedy individual, to say the very least. I like having everything that I want, which is why I am glad to say that I am in the Royal Guard of the Imperial Knights. I have money. I have power. I have clothes. And I have looks. What more could a girl want? However, greed is not all there is to me. I also have a strong will and a strong desire to keep my little brother, Duke, safe. He may be a Captain in the Imperial Knights now, but I know that he still carries scars from the days of our youth from our parents. How could I not want to protect him?
My mind recounts experience
- I'm sure my story will not come as a surprise to anyone. I am the daughter of an alcoholic b*****d and a whore. And while I am not proud of it, I am proud to say that I am the six year elder sister of the best brother in the whole damn world, Duke. Before his brith, I received some sexual abuse from my father, but nothing too severe. And once my brother was born and old enough, he received more abuse than I could have ever taken. He was used for sex by our prostitute mother for extra money from her clients, and our father literally nearly beat him to death. Unfortunately, that's just the way the world went. But we protected each other as best as we could. One night, I heard him get up out of bed quietly, trying his best not to wake anyone, but especially me. I thought about following, but I chose not to. And when I peered out of the door and saw him entering our parents' room, I chose then to start packing what we would need. I knew what was coming.
Afterwords, we left. We burned the house down and left until we met Seraphiel, who taught us how to fight and thus we went to war against Azrael. My brother died in that final battle, but thank God, Seraphiel somehow brought him back. Somewhat. He brought him back as a Nephilim (God only knows how he managed to do that), but I never begrudged it. And I have held that secret for these two long years about what he is now. Hell, if anyone found out, I would make sure they never breathed a word about it to anyone. And by taking care of it, I mean I would scorch their corpse to ash. I would never risk my brother's life. Scorch, you ask? Well, that's an ability I picked up in the Imperial Knights. During my training, some of our evil geniuses in the Knights decided they wanted to try some experiments to make someone learn how to use magick who was not born with the gift. And so they did their experiments, which resulted in tattoos being branded on me, one on my back, one on each arm, and one on my chest that cups my breasts. I now serve in the Royal Guards as a Colonel, doing what I can to rise through the ranks. One day, one day... The title of Commandant will be mine.
My blade stays but a minute for
- - Power
- Money
- Authority
- Magick
- Storms
Take heed you'll only infuriate me with
- - Pigeons
- Deep Water
- Disloyalty
- Poverty
- Not getting her way
When the time comes to cross blades
I fight for the side of
- Soldromme Royal Family
Carrying my fury is my
Within me is power unimaginable
- I am able to conjure the four elements at will, although my dominant magick sphere is that of the most destructive element, fire, which is only second to my unique ability to conjure lightning at will. My fire artes are known to be among the most destructive among the spell casters within the Imperial Knights. As for my lightning techniques... Well... Don't ask anyone. They'll tell you they wish I didn't have those techniques.
The one pulling my strings is...
Temporarily Schizophrenic
