Post by SERAFINA AZAR CELAROUX on Mar 17, 2012 16:56:52 GMT -8
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #7e1627;][cs=2] serafina azar celaroux |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #0F104B;][cs=2] female. shifter. skyship officer. twenty-two. |
The Celaroux family has always been well-known for their command of the air. Maybe not so well-known for their command of nature. But what better way to get things done than to shift into a pitch, suave panther or a violent tempest of a wolf and take out your enemies? The skyship simply comes with the territory. I was born to two shifters themselves, Fawn Celaroux and Pyrrhus Celaroux. They were wealthy, as sky captains should be. Of course, they didn't act like it. They were rigid and intense, and certainly tight-fisted. They taught me how to be the same, but my personality clashed with their teachings. I was always the daredevil, standing on the tiptop of the bird's nest, and I wouldn't settle down, ever. Eventually my parents stopped trying. They seemed to see that my impulses were actually a totally different style of command. First instinct was always my reaction. As I grew older, I earned the respect of most of the sailors. Most of them had known me from when I was younger, anyways. They all acted as fathers, brothers, sisters, or mothers to me. To be honest, I couldn't imagine living anywhere other than aboard the Firecat. We even had a mascot, our own little Firecat, though his name was Romulus, and he was a fiery-orange tabby cat. His eyes blazed a bright yellow, like the sun, and his whiskers were strangely white. His meow was like a roar when he wanted attention. He was just the greatest, smartest creature you could ask for. But I was eighteen. The ship's right wing had been blown off. The crew were scrambling to and fro, manning the decks and securing the lines. My father was shouting orders and helping the crew. My mother set about navigating the ship as best she could. I watched all of this unfold before me, the desperate cries, the determination of the sailors and my parents, and the sheer courage. But, more than anything else, I saw the ground coming up quicker and quicker. My father suddenly ran up to me, grabbing my shoulders roughly, and shaking me to break me from my daze. In a panicked voice, he told me to fly, fly away. To anyone else, it wouldn't have made sense, but I knew he meant to shapeshift. In blind obedience, I followed his orders, taking the form of a falcon. I let go my grip of the skyship, and could only watch as it fell like unfortunate Icarus to its ultimate demise. Only moments after, I swooped down to the wreckage. Everything had been annihilated, compounded into smithereens. I searched with my human hands through the rubble, but I found not the corpses of either of my parents. But my eyes had caught a glimmer, a flash of a tiny, red streak. My attention turned, and I was able to see the streak before it completely disappeared. It was Romulus. That dear, sweet kitty. The only thing left of the Firecat. I darted to the tree he had hid behind. But what I found left me in complete shock. Instead of a feline waiting there for me, I found a young boy beneath the tree's foliage. He looked not any younger than ten but not any older than fourteen. His eyes were a startling hazel, not unlike the cat's I had grown so fond of. When he blinked, though, they changed colors, from hazel to oceanic blue. In those blue eyes, I could see the same sort of surprise that was reflected in mine. He was a shifter. But how? Who was he? I didn't have a brother. My parents had no family left alive except me. Most importantly, why did he never show himself until now? My questions were never answered, because as I stood there, staring, dumbfounded, at him, he shifted into a weasel and bolted into the shrubbery. I only watched in awe as his furry tail dissipated under the leaves. The only conclusion I could come to was that he had stowed away in the ship as a simple cat, to receive what nourishment we could provide him. And of course, what ship doesn't need a cat? And before the ship had crashed, he had either jumped off before it hit the ground and, as cats do, landed on his feet, or he had shifted into a small bird, so small that I couldn't see it from where I was. Either way, he was gone, and I had no trail to follow. I had to find my footing on the ground, and once I did, I trudged to the nearest city. With the few belongings I had managed to scrounge from the wreckage, I sold them and with that, rented a room at the boarding house. My heart wasn't at ease, though, until I noticed the airships flying overhead London one day. I watched them land, and, as I shifted into a cat, scampered my way through the streets and under the feet of people. I finally managed to approach the airships, and upon telling the captain of the fleet I was part of the crash outside of town, he immediately offered me a job aboard a ship of his fleet recently discharged of its officer in command. It wasn't the person immediately in charge, but it was the second best thing, so of course, I took it. But people seem to get me mixed up with a sky pirate. When, in fact, I'm the very opposite. I command a sky ship, and serve proudly at the helm, to eliminate those dirty thieves. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #0F104B;][cs=2] playful. energetic. temperamental. controlling. |
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; background-color: #7e1627;][cs=2] ciel. susan coffey. |
