Name: Ciel Estege
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Jade Green
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Race: Human
Nationality: Sereanian
Family: Richard Estege, Linda Estege, Christoph Estege, Maria Estege
Equipment
Ciel wears a custom silver armor equipped with greaves, and gauntlets. Underneath her armor she wears chain mail and over that the Azure Knights white coat and a black dress. She is never seen without her brother's broken pocket watch worn on the inside of her breast plate and a long chained neckles with a silver cross on it.
Weapons
Ciel carries around her father's legendary bastard sword Lionhart and four daggers. She is also known for fighting with her bare hands.
History
I hope, when, or if, anyone reads this entry that they can understand. I hope, deep within my soul, that everyone will see that this is not what I had planned. I never planned for my life to take on such a hurtle that even I could not jump and overcome. And I know more clear than anyone in Sereans... in the land of Ahinyel that if I could, I would still be the little girl tromping up hills, running away with her brother's clothing on, to go on another adventure. I did not have any desire to be a princess-- or as it may be the next in line to the Estege throne. Christoph could have it for all I cared. He could have the blasted thing that has forever changed my life! And for what!? A crown... a crowd of people.. and a responsibility I cannot imagine even to this day bearing on my shoulder's. But... I have been bearing some of it. I have been for several years now. When will I have to take on the full load?
I will start from the beginning. As a little girl I was always causing havoc throughout the Estege castle and I gained an accomplice at the ripe age of six to help me with my plans to upset mother and father. His name was Will Nonheim, a prince in the Nonheim family. A friend. You see, every time we were left alone we were causing trouble. We could always sneak out of our rooms and filter into the halls to meet up at our 'secret spot': under the large table in the dining area, always abandoned unless a large party were being held. The spot under that table was the best place to hold our meetings, and it is where some of my most brilliant plans came to life. Oh! Such plans they were... so simple and yet so clever. We did not have anything else to worry about. No, we were naïve to the world and also very blind. Who would have ever thought that... a year later we would never see each other again due to the harsh hold reality had on us? Who would have thought... that, as my hand trembles to write these words.. that I would change so drastically because of one incident? Truth is... I still want to be that little girl who could look up at the world and spit in its face.
“I'll do what I want! I'll never be a Queen!” I said with vigor to my father before leaving at the age of fifteen.
I can only imagine what God did that day as I ignored my father's booming voice to 'get back here at once Ciel Rei Estege'. I see him smiling and then laughing at my determination.... and breaking it with a firm hand years down the road.
Why did I leave that faithful evening as clouds blocked out a setting sun and a chilling wind danced across my bare shoulders? I met a rather inspiring man during a training session with a knight named Siliza earlier that day. The man's name was Serigo. I remember the event so clearly. I was losing to my light hearted friend in a sorry attempt to prove that my fists would forever overcome his sword. My knight; my protector...Siliza was only trying to prove me wrong when Serigo called out to us from the side of a road. He was with others, and in moments I knew who they were. After all, people were speaking about their journey and what they hoped to accomplish.
“Children. Chasing nothing but rumors.” My nanny said to me as she dressed me one morning. Nanny Alice was the only one who could get me to wear the frilled dresses I loathed so much.
“Will you two travel with us?” Serigo asked Siliza and me after conversing with us about his goals. I replied, with an excitement I had not felt in a long while.
“Yes! Anything to get me away from this dreadful place!” Dreadful place.
I regret saying that now but I do not regret my actions. I will never regret that journey that started to make me see what was really going on in our world. Sereans... I will never look at my beloved country the same way again.
I am afraid I cannot repeat what occurred during our journey-- that is a story I have no right to scorn with a pen. But I can inform you of what happened a year later. I was sixteen, soon to be seventeen. We were stumbling back into the city, bloody, bruised, battered and instead of being welcomed with rewarding cheers and the roar our success we were greeted with guards.
“Arrest him!” A lance was pointed at Sergio, whose white wings were now stained with black.
We were all too shocked, tired and beaten to struggle. Yet Sergio did... he fought until they knocked him out. Only then were we escorted before the King, Queen, and the seat of twelve: The Council. Under their jurisdiction we were all praised, save for Serigo.
“How could you do this to him!? He SAVED you! He did what you could never do!! Mother! Father! Please!!! STOP THIS!” I stood before my friend, arms fanned out before me in distress as I pleaded against my father's merciless glare.
I alone could not keep the guards from dragging his unconscious body away, nor the order that had been given. I was a Princess. And I was powerless.
Another year slipped by and things went back to normal. Everyone but Serigo had been given a reward. Among those rewards 'The Witch' Rei-Sue was appointed a member of the council; Migelo was given a cure for the curse Rei-Sue put on him that she was unable to reverse; Siliza was made Captain of the Knights of Sereans; Mizuki was adopted; Chitzoi.... oh dear Chitzoi was also offered a position on the Council but he refused it; and I was offered forgiveness for my out of line actions. In other words, I could have been outlawed from my own kingdom. It didn't matter any more, because things were back to normal. I could be myself. I could sneak out to train with Siliza and... I would not have to be a responsible human being for a very long time. Or so I thought.
I am weeping already and I have not even gotten to the twist in my life. It was the night before I was to turn seventeen and we were having a party to celebrate my 'return home' as well as my 'coming of age' ceremony. How ironic. As the clock started to toll its twelve strokes to midnight; as I bowed to my dear friend Siliza and thanked him for my last dance; as I gathered my skirts and twirled around in sheer bliss, my cheeks pink from the consumption of wine and joy that Siliza had danced with me; As he pulled me back and gazed in to my eyes; as he leaned forwards, our lips brushing on the fifth stroke; as the yell escaped from the throne room and another shattering boom occurred out; as I forgot Siliza was there and, telling him to go check out what the explosion was, rushed to the throne room; as I burst through the closed doors and saw Christoph Estege with a gun in hand; as I followed the direction the white and gold weapon was pointed at; As time seemed to slow down on the tenth stroke; As my mouth dropped open on the eleventh stroke; and as a scream of horror escaped me on the twelfth stroke. I was seventeen.
I was seventeen and instead of the boom of fireworks and the joy of my family and friends congratulating me, I see before me, my father. The image horrified me and I will never forget it. He was lying there broken and crumbled before his throne, blood slipping down his chin while a splatter of the red substance scattered across his face and ran down his chest. The red carpet was quickly turning crimson, the results of a bullet through his chest. No. No. I had thought in sheer terror. My father, my towering building of a father could not be defeated by such a small thing. But he had been. Mother was screaming at the very moment I had. At that moment we shared the same thoughts and the same anger. There was only two differences. She was closer to father's sword, and the gun was now trained on her instead of me. Time was still unbearably slow for me though tears were stinging my as I ran towards my brother, in a sorry attempt to stop him from committing another foul deed. The pistol was cocked, a click, and before I was even five steps into my oncoming tackle, my mother was shot. My OWN mother was shot as she picked up my father's blade and, for the first time ever in her life, held a malicious thought: to plunge it through her son's chest.
I tackled him too late, and while we rolled around on the floor I managed to knock the gun free from his hand. I had never hit someone so hard. I had never hit someone with so much passion and anger. I had never tasted the desire to spill someone's blood and to watch in inspiring awe as their last breaths were nothing but sheer terror. He managed to knock me off of him, an easy back hand as I hesitated in my punches, to stare in shock at the power hungry insanity in my brother's-- no this imposter's eyes.
I rolled quickly away from his flailing fists and somehow in our struggle to get up before the other, I grabbed a head full of golden locks and jerked him around. Crack! My fist hurt as it made contact with his jaw but I didn't feel it nor did I see what lie behind me on the balcony. Not until he turned the tables on me yet again and kicked me through the open glass doors and let me land beside another nightmare.
As I struggled to get to my feet my hand slapped down into something sticky... something red. I felt my gut twist in sudden sickness, my eyes catching the blurred sight of a child in a lavish blue dress lying face down on the concrete drowned in her own blood. Short blond hair hid he face and thank the heavens I did not have to bear witness to no life within my five year old sister's eyes. Maria. Maria what had she done to deserve this?!
Before I could launch myself at Christoph once more and unleash my new found anger on him something came up behind me. I remember his voice clearly, a hypnotic and seductive purr in my ear. How had someone gotten there so fast?
“Ah Lady Ciel. You look lovely tonight.” He said, fingertips gently stroking through my hair before fastening tightly about it.
My head was jerked back and I could only wince as I caught a glimpse of him. Cirrus Lloyd. My brother's best friend. “It's such a shame--” He was leaning closer to me, breath spilling along my lips and pressed firmly to mine.
Terror engulfed me before the pain did and before I recognized why he had silenced me. Not until I felt the aftermath of a rapier being slipping into me and tearing a new path back out of me. No scream could tear its way from my throat but tears did fall in those helpless moments.
“--That I have to kill you.” And he was moving from behind me, seating a hand on my chest, pushing.
I toppled backwards, my hand snapping out to grab a hold of something and it did. It fastened tightly about Christoph's pocket watch that he wore as a necklace. Snap!
I should have died that night when the shock of cold water enveloped me, swallowed me whole, and dragged me down to the bottom of the lake the balcony overlooked. I did not; however, as Siliza, my dear friend, pulled me from those depths and in his confused distressed rushed me to the only person he knew could save me. Rei-Sue. I woke up days after the incident and at first thought it nothing more than a dream. Until my back burned with pain, and the sickness in my stomach finally bubbled up into my throat and let me cry out in despair and rage.
I was unable to save them and I learned later that day that they had escaped with one of Serean's treasured items. I had no time to grieve nor did I have time to brush my fingertips along a distant memory where I was a little girl in a sixteen year olds body and when I had been so close to receiving my first kiss from a boy I liked. That memory was not close to me any more, it was years away despite it being four days from its occurrence.
“I'm sorry to inform you of this, Ciel.” Rei-Sue's voice was calm and deadpan and yet, some how carried an alluring tone to it as I stood before my family's graves. “But you will have to take on the role of the Queen. What will you do?”
“I will accept that title.” I responded back as the rain beat down and nailed the responsibility to my shoulder's. “And I will find Christoph Estege and Cirrus Lloyd and send them to the depths of hell!” I knelt before the graves of my family, and wrapping arms around myself wept for the last time.
The Azure Knights were formed and its members are as follows: Siliza, Mizuki, Auran, Lucreia, Landon, and I. We have been given the order from the Queen of Sereans and the members of the Council to find these traitors, and slay those who turned their back on Serean's. To the public eye we have been formed to defeat demons lingering along Serean's land from the 'King' and 'Queen' and the members of the Council as they see fit. To the people, we are a pure group of do-gooders meant to bring a little bit of happiness to Sereanians.
I stand before my mother and father-- who are actually two members of the Council imposing as them until I can return-- as they give us these orders. The crowd cheers up behind us. We have answered their call. They are naïve to the truth and do not know that their kingdom is crumbling beneath them.
I am Queen Ciel Estege, second in command of the Azure Knights. I am now twenty years of age and we have found several hot spots where demons have spawned. We believe it to be the misuse of Sereans item and that one of these hot spots will lead us to Christoph and Cirrus. I mount my horse Starfury and as I depart from my group of knights towards a setting sun I realize that this is only the beginning of my story. In order to keep people at ease, I must sacrifice myself within a facade of a happy, kind, and caring girl who will serve justice to her people. I must never frown. I must never cry and I must not let anyone know what really happened the day I turned seventeen. So far it is working but when will the day come when I have to shoulder my full responsibility and lead people in the right or wrong direction?