Last of Humanity

Characters

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First Name: Celeana 

Last Name: Sentriole (But between you ad me it really starts with an A)

Alias: Steel 

Age: 18 (December 9th)

Affiliation: Fireflys (Soldier)

Quarantine Zone: Salt Lake City, Utah.

Preferable Weapon: Knives. Celeana is very good with hand-to-had combat, and handguns as well.

Personality Traits: Positive: Kind to those who she knows, caring to those who she knows, thoughtful, calculating, strong, energetic, determined, and has great sight and hearing. She also is very lithe and agile. Negative: Can make rash decisions, looks at the glass half empty, trusts only people close to her, isn't afraid of making a good or bad name for herself, lets people people deserving suffer and die, vengeful, reckless, isn't scared of death, and welcomes pain when it comes. Neutral: Selfless, isn't easily destracted, strongwilled and smart.

Description: [eyes, body type, features, hair] She has deep blue eyes, and long, light blonde hair that's usually pulled up into a high pony tail. She tends to be dirty from rubble and the apocolypse. She is lithe and agile. Celeana is quite slim and fast. In her past, she even broke a few world records for track. Her feet are bandaged with white bandages, curling from the balls of her feet up to just below her knee. Her body is small and easy for hiding. Most people would call her mysterious, as Celeana is no open book. She is very strong. Celeana also wears bands on her arms, going from the the start of her knuckles up to half an inch away from her elbow. These are found on both hands.

History: Celeana will not share her history, and tries to forget it constantly.

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"What should we do with her?" "I'm not sure." "How can you not be sure?" "Because she's Heaven and Hell." "She needs help. You're shoving her down when she needs to get back up. She's going to beak, and it won't be pretty. She's..." "Don't say it. I already know." "Know what?" "She's an angel who's fallen to Hell. Her wings have been broken and she's just trying to soar back to the stars." "She spends too much time saving everyone else, but never saves herself." "She thinks she's horrible, thinks she has to pay for everything she thinks she's done, and she's convinced she's the scumb of the Earth." "She's not." "I know." "She's so much better than all of us monsters." "Yet she's convinved she's the real monster." "I don't know why." "Because she'll never forgive herself for the few things she's done, the few 'mistakes' she had to make to save herself instead of someone else. At their wish." "She has too much passion. Too much emotion. It will kill her someday. It always leads her into turmoil. Yet it keeps her mortal. Yet she can still kill effectively and efficiently." "And she survives."