Ciara Beaumont, Wanderer

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[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=width,414,btable][cs=2] LUX: Ciara Beaumont ' .. hope is just a paper boat that sinks, isn't it sad? .. '
[cs=2] [style=text-align: center; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME CIARA JANE BEAUMONT. Ciara is pronounced like Kiara. She sometimes allows people that she is close to refer to her as 'C' if they so choose. She does not, however, have many nicknames. BACKGROUND Ciara was born to a wealthy family on May Fourteenth. She is currently 17. Born and raised as the daughter of a great Factory Chain owner in Sinnoh before the war started. She was before the beginning of the war, and unfortunately, with the oncoming war, her father was displaced as the owner of his factories. He'd been known to support Nox at times, so when Lux took over his factories, the poor man's livelihood was ripped away from him. Leaving Ciara and her mother, he ran off into hiding in the hopes of rebuilding himself and family. He left with the promise of return, but he never came back and after years, Ciara had presumed he was dead. Even if she were to see him again, she doubted she would recognize him nor would he she. After her father left, her mother tried to stay strong, but after a while she began to fall into an empty shell. Ciara began to feel unwanted in her presence, she felt that her mother was reminded of her lost husband whenever she looked at Ciara's face --- they shared the same light colored hair, however Ciara's was far more white than his had ever been. Their eyes had been the same stunning red that pierced the snow in winter. Over the past few years, Ciara had been slowly removing herself from her mother's presence. It started with short trips away from home, and eventually it turned into long expeditions to other islands and adventures. She eventually only came home to make sure her mom was still alive, and sometimes even provided her with a bit of money. On these adventures, she'd noticed how vulnerable a girl alone was, and began to watch Soldiers in training, picking up techniques from them. She felt too high class and prideful to associate with the street urchins, and instead stayed very composed and tall. She held her head high while learning how to fight on her own. Usually she'd train with her pokemon, most often with Allegra, but occasionally she'd fight for her life. She'd gotten a sword from her father when she was young, because their family was not known for their pokemon training. They were known for their martial arts. However, these abilities had died out with recent generations when the family moved towards business. The traditions, however, did not die out and seemed pretty easy to pick up again for Ciara. She soon became a force to be reckoned with if met with at the other end of her scythe. Even disarmed, she was still a formidable opponent, trained to find a small set of pressure points. However, she was still not trained enough to find the most dangerous of them, and at most, could only disable an arm or leg before being blown away. OCCUPATION When she was younger, her father had taught her how to use a sword. However, she was not favorable to such a straight weapon, and instead started training how to use a scythe. She started traveling with her scythe, and became known as a Soldier by some, however she prefers to refer to herself as a Wanderer...with a very big scythe. Besides, a girl needs some defense, right? Besides her beloved pokemon that is. ALLEGIANCE She considers herself as part of Lux, however, she does occasionally cross over in attempts to try to find her father. Generally, she doesn't like making her allegiance known and keeps on the down-low. She prefers to keep her hands clean, staying out of wars. TRAITS [/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ fast adapter, flexible. ▪ forgiving. ▪ responsible. ▪ composed. ▪ educated. ▪ somehow tolerant.	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ distant, cold, hostile. ▪ secretive. ▪ prideful. ▪ passive. ▪ polite, yet arrogant, ego-centric. ▪ deceitful.
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] LIKES: ▪ silence. does not believe in ' awkward silences ' ▪ falling asleep to rain. ▪ travelling. ▪ hot showers. ▪ the sky & summer stars.	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] DISLIKES: ▪ when people don't take responsibility. ▪ dirt. ▪ people who only care for others, not themselves. ▪ cold. ▪ people too honest for their own good.
[cs=2] SECRETS:

▪ She loves being admired and wearing nice clothing, but ever since she was young, she's never really had a chance to enjoy those luxuries.
▪ She doesn't even love her father anymore. She only searches for him so her mother will stop dying.
▪ Sometimes she can be delusional
▪ never dated for long because she somehow scared guys off.
▪ doesn't like to admit she needed scholarships for school.
▪ doesn't tell anyone that her father fell from grace.[/div][/td][/tr]

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POKEMON

[classy=mons][classy=moves]♀ Aria
Moves:
Double-edge
Horn Leech
Leech Seed
Jump Kick[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♂ Toccata
Moves:
Fire Fang,
Sucker Punch,
Embargo,
Take Down[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♂ Adagio
Moves:
Rollout,
Aqua Ring,
Aqua Tail,
Hydropump
[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♂ Gavotte
Moves:
Autotomize
Heavy Slam
Double-edge
Metal Burst
[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♀ Sonata
Moves:
Sucker Punch
Night Slash
Fake Out
Covet[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♀ Sarabande
Moves:
Wild Charge
Stomp
Discharge
Flame Charge[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♀ Allegra
Moves:
Hi Jump Kick
U-turn
Reversal
Drain Punch[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♂ Vivace
Moves:
Water Pulse
Slack Off
Heal Pulse
Rain Dance[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♂ Sinfonia
Moves:
Agility
Quick Attack
Bubblebeam
Baton Pass[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]♀ Kyrie
Moves:
Shadow Ball
Perish Song
Grudge
Power Gem[/classy][/classy]

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[b]NOBLESSE[/b], seira j. loyard as CIARA BEAUMONT made by Qn for PRE.

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[atrb=style,padding: 0 10 20 10][atrb=style,border-bottom:#222222 4px solid] It was raining when she returned home. Around her everything was drooping, the clouds hanging low in the sky. Ciara was distraught at being rained on, her long hair freezing in the cold air while she stood before a once-beautiful ... well, simply put, shack. The slanted roof was pulled low over its eyes. Before it stood a war bride forever incrusted in stone --- a mythical creature of sorts, forever awaiting the return of its owner. There was a creepy aura seeping from inside that made Ciara hesitate at the door, a shiver running down her back when she reached out to touch that door nob. Sensing her insecurities, Allegra leaned against her. Their silent speech was better than what any words could have provided. The door wasn't locked --- it never was. Nothing seemed out of place, yet everything was. Holding her scythe at her side [reassuring herself that this was all fine], she put her weight into the door, eventually heaving it open. Inside was a musty smell -- a smell of dirt and other dreadful things. She lifted her arm to cover her delicate nose, then looked around the room she'd entered. Her gaze flitted over the walls down to the bookshelves wehre the ghosts of the books that'd once been there hung. A frown crossed her face as she remembered all of father's favorite books sitting there. She'd never really had a chance to read them before they were sold for money --- money for survival. She heard a soft rustle in the far reaches of the house and immediately set forth. Her grip tightened on her scythe, and she used the blade to pressure the door to softly swing open. She was met with her mother's empty eyes as she laid in bed. She was alive yet so very dead in spirit. The woman smiled --- an eerie smile of just her lips, seemingly out of habit -- but her eyes, they were empty and without a soul. Ciara would have shrieked like the first time she'd seen a dead man had this been her first time seeing her mother like this. She didn't speak for a few heartbeats, and Allegra moved forward to put her nose into Ciara's mothers' hands. They were still warm. She was still alive. Ciara put her scythe to the side, leaning it against the doorframe before she moved forward, slowly bowing her body with every step. When she came to her mother's hands, she was crouched on the ground, her hands wrapped around her mother's frail fingers, soft and reminiscent of the hard work she'd once done. Her mother had once been strong, an embodiment of a strength, freedom, and life. And what had become of her now? She was a mere corpse. Ciara put her mother's fingers to her face, letting the lady absorb her warmth. If the lady weren't so afraid of Ciara, they would have lived together all their life. "Mother.." she broke off when she saw a small flash crossing the eyes of her mother, and Ciara knew she'd been there too long. She would soon be crying all over in grief for Ciara's father, wanting him back by her side. Knowing it was time to immediately remove herself from her mother's presence, she removed an envelope with all her earnings from the month and placed it on her bedside table. Together with Allegra, they quickly removed themselves from her sight, once again standing in the overgrown garden before the house, scythe back in hand. She paused there for a long moment, taking in the rain --- the cycle of pitter, patter as it dripped over the house. The house tipped its hat in farewell until she'd next return. Sighing, she studied the garden for a moment, kneeling on the cobblestone to caress a leaf. From behind a few blades of grass, a pair of shiny eyes peered over at her. Was this where her mother's only companion went? With a soft smile, she gave the creature a nod before setting off again. She'd be back though, always coming back to this place to reassure herself her mother has enough money to bring food to the table -- the table of one and her companion pokemon.

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