Tasker and Celia Lawrence

" I’m always here for you " - Tasker

Profiles
Name: Celia

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair: Blonde

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Name: Tasker

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 170 lbs

Hair: Black

Personality
Celia is naturally fun, outgoing, intuitive, and an all around social girl. Due to the fact that Celia grew up in such a small village she is always ready to go out and explore whatever the world has to offer her. She can be somewhat naïve at times, always looking for the best in others, and she is rather quirky in her actions despite being so intelligent.

Tasker is quite, hard working, and strong. Tasker is naturally shy and never has much to say unlike his sister, but despite his introverted personality Tasker is a true gentleman at heart. Always willing to put himself before others and firmly standing for what he believes is right is a quality Tasker possesses that is unmatched by anyone. Tasker is however a bit dense sometimes; not dealing well in overly stressful situations can often blind him to simple solutions.

Backstory
Contents are still being edited. My writing can be pretty terrible and i usually do this at 2am......so ya

Chapter 1 Tasker (second draft)

 Tasker and Celia are siblings who grew up in a small rural village in the northern regions of Vytal. The children’s father had walked out on the family just prior to Celia was born so the two had been primarily raised by their mother. By the time Tasker turned 13 and Celia 8 their mother had passed away due to sickness that had swept through the town. Normally a city would have appointed guardianship of the children to a close relative or foster family, but Tasker and Celia had no other relatives and Tasker was adamant about staying in the home his mother raised both him and his sister in. Since it was such a small community with no concrete laws on such matters the township allowed Tasker guardianship over his sister Celia given that he could meet the requirements as a proper caregiver. With help from the local townsfolk Tasker was able to pick up manual labor work around town and learn from neighbors essential living skills such as cooking.

At the age of 18 Tasker had more than proven himself a capable guardian and his Sister Celia was growing up to be quite the intellectual for someone as young as 13. Celia would brag to her brother each day that she wanted to study dust and its connections to medical science and invent new ways to save lives. Deep down Tasker knew that Celia missed their mother and figured that was the driving force behind her dream. With his own personal savings he went out and bought her a heap of books and dust samples to help feed her curiosity and help her grow. Tasker was so proud of his sister who was gifted with such intelligence, but knew that a few books and dust samples weren’t good enough. What Celia needed was a proper education which wasn’t cheap, so Tasker committed himself each day to work twice as hard and earn as much as he possibly could in order to prepare for Celia’s future.

In no time 2 years had passed and Tasker stayed true to his goal. He was fast approaching his goal and dreamed of the day he could send Celia off to a good school. On one ill-omened night however Tasker awoke to his worst nightmare, his sister had vanished from the house! How could this have happened, is she playing some kind of joke, did someone take her, is she lost'''? These questions flooded Taskers mind as '''he ran out into the village going door to door looking for his sister. Soon it became clear that his sister was not the only one missing. Children from all over the town had vanished from their beds leaving mothers and fathers in a state of fear and panic. Quickly Tasker and other men of the village banded together and spread out into the surrounding wilderness in hopes to find their missing children. The wilderness around the village held relatively few dangers, the occasional bear was the '''only thing the village was ever concerned over as the Grimm never seemed to wander near their territory. As the search went further and further into the wilderness Tasker eventually found himself alone in his search for his sister and the other missing children, that is until he came across a house, or rather it came across him'''.

Tasker could hardly believe his eyes, it was a cabin with the legs of a bird, and it was walking! '''Tasker decided to follow the cabin until it stopped and perched itself in the middle of a clearing. He did not know who or what was inside but it was the only hope he had to find his sister'''. As Tasker approached one of the windows to the house he saw something he had never seen, even in the worst of nightmares. It was the children, or what was left of them. Tasker quickly looked away, covering his mouth as he began to feel sick. He couldn’t bear the thought that his sister was somewhere in that mess. His beloved sister, the only family he had left in the world was gone, that is until he heard a scream. There was no mistaking that voice, it was Celia! In an instant he broke through the door with haste where he found his sister huddled in a corner cowering from the horror inside the cabin. It was tall, covered in black torn feather, hands and feet like talons, and a white face that almost resembled an old woman. Tasker had heard stories of such a monster, the ancient Grimm Baba Yaga, an exceptionally terrifying Grimm who wandered the world devouring the hearts of children. Tasker had thought this was merely a myth meant to scare children into going to bed, but here it was standing right before his eyes. Without a second thought Tasker had lunged at the beast with ferocity unknown even to himself. The Grimm was not prepared for the onslaught brought on by the young man. Years of working his body had given Tasker an unimaginable amount of strength. Celia watched as her brother fought off the monster, he looked so wild, so caught up in the battle that it looked as if he was radiating with a red hot glow. To anyone Tasker would have looked like a wild beast ready to tear apart whoever got close, but to Celia’s eyes all she saw was the brother who raised and loved her every day of her life. Tasker had beaten the monster into the ground and with great relief he found his sister unharmed. He turned around to face his sister and began walking towards her and in that moment Tasker found…….nothing. Blackness had taken him, unable to comprehend what had happened he only felt cold, dark, and alone.

He awoke somewhere in the forest, the Cabin had vanished, there was no trace left of the Grimm, but most importantly no trace left of his sister. Tasker had felt been broken, left with nothing he wandered into through the forest aimlessly. As he approached the edge of the forest and exited into the next clearing he found himself inside a library. “Wait, when did I get here, why am I not in the forest?” Tasker felt confused and disoriented and couldn’t understand what had happened. He looked up to explore his new surroundings only to find that he was now in a motel room. Tasker was beginning to think that he was going mad; perhaps the thought of losing his sister was getting to him, warping his sense of time. It was the only explanation; he ventured out into a town he had never seen before, rather it was a city, and a large one at that. Having no memory of how he traveled to such a metropolis Taskers first priority was to figure out where he was and how he could get home. Before he could even find his way to the cities exit Tasker was suddenly faced with an Ursa! “What the hell kind of sick game is this!” he shouted as his voice echoed through the forest he now found himself in. Infuriated he unleashed his rage on his newfound foe. With a single strike the Ursa had been launched back easily by about 50 meters. The Ursa didn’t bother to stick around and quickly ran off. Alone again Tasker was left with no answers and even more questions. He couldn’t take it anymore, these blackouts, the constant confusion, and the now meaningless life without his sister. Tasker never had any goals or ambitions of his own as he had dedicated his life to raising Celia and was left contemplating to himself the reason why he would go on. Lost in thought he did not realize that his location had once again changed to what looked like……a girl’s room. Littered with makeup, stuffed Ursa, and achievement hunter posters, Tasker had finally figured it out…….he had gone absolutely 100% crazy, that is until he looked upon a letter on the desk in front of him entitled, to my loving brother Tasker.

Tasker couldn’t believe it at first, but he recognized the hand writing, it was Celia’s. He opened the envelope and began reading. “Dear Tasker, I hope you have been doing well. It has taken me quite some time to come to this conclusion but despite how crazy it seems, I know you are alive. I don’t know if you remember anything of the night 6 months ago when I was abducted by Baba Yaga but you saved my life”. Tears welled up in Tasker making it harder for him to read on but he wiped off his eyes and continued to read on. “I know that it may be difficult as your sense of time is likely to be a bit off but I have been traveling in search of knowledge of how to bring you back.” “Bring me back? What the heck is she talking about, I’m right here, good as ever?” He read on, “you may not know this but the night you saved me from Baba Yaga, you had died! You probably didn’t realize it but in your fight with Baba Yaga you weren’t able to finish her off. The moment you had turned your back on her to rescue me, she attacked you from behind and devoured your heart.” Tasker couldn’t believe what he was reading, he had a heartbeat, he had no scars, and no recollection of what Celia described. Why was his sister saying all of these insane things? He continued to read; “The Baba Yaga was far too exhausted from your fight which led her to retreat further into the cabin shortly after she killed you. I did my best to drag your body out of the cabin before it began to move again. I didn’t know exactly what to do, you were dead and I was scared, I didn’t want to lose you like I did mom so I tried to save you. I had been tinkering with my dust before I had been taken and still had some left on me, using what I had; I created an aura vessel. Originally I learned this procedure for use on those suffering heavy trauma or critical injury as a means of stabilizing ones aura that way the body could be repaired via magic or medicine while the aura was kept intact on a separate magic circuit powered by an amalgamation of……” Tasker began looking puzzled “Celia always did have a knack for confusing me with medical mumbo jumbo. Maybe I’ll skip ahead a bit” As Tasker jumped a few lines ahead he read “Now I’m sure you skipped over a lot of the incredibly important medical facts I tried outlining for you so let me try and explain it in a way you can understand. Right now you are being kept alive by a type of dust life support, so right now your consciousness is in fact a manifestation of your own aura…….and possibly the memories I have of you. The unit I used to stabilize your aura requires an aura transfusion. A body is required to produce aura, as you no longer had one of your own I linked the unit to myself. Unfortunately I didn’t have all of the necessary dust components necessary for a standard aura stabilizer, so I tried substituting using other types of dust I had on hand. As a result I think I have accidently transferred your aura into my own body…….I’m so sorry Tasker, I just didn’t know what else to do. I have experienced a number of blackouts since that night and have been doing my own research to help explain why. It is my own theory that these blackouts are a result of your aura overpowering my body’s natural aura, thus allowing your own conscious to manifest. Many existing theories discredit this idea and even to me it feels as if I am grasping at straws but I can’t ignore the possibility that you are still there. For this reason I have written this letter in hopes that the next time I black out I will awake to find your response. If you are still there Tasker, please let me know and I will do everything I can to save you. I hope this reaches you Tasker, Your Loving Sister, Celia.” Tasker was overwhelmed, although still not fully comprehending what had happened all he took away from the letter is that his sister was alive and doing well. Tasker then realized he did not know how much time he had left so he scrambled for a pen and paper. “Damn it! She knows I don’t do well under pressure, okay I’ve got a pen, now paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, GAAAAAAH!”.

“Still in my room, that’s definitely an improvement, especially given the Ursa incident.” Celia awoke atop her desk, groggy from the recent blackout, she then remembered what she had hoped to accomplish and frantically looked around for any sort of note, letter, or sign that she was correct and her brother was somehow alive within her. There was no response she could see, she had even made sure to leave out a pen and plenty of paper. “Wait, where did the pen go?” As she looked up she was reminded how her brother never did do well under stress. Written in big bold letters across her wall read the words; I’m always here for you. In that moment Celia smiled with tears in her eyes and said “the land lady is gonna hate me”.

Chapter 2 Celia (first draft)

“Don’t blow up, don’t blow up, DON’T BLOW UP!” Celia recited as if it were some kind of prayer. Tick, tick, tick, psssst, “Woohoo, didn’t blow up!” Celia screamed victoriously. KABOOM! “Cough, cough, ok then scratch that, Woohoo, didn’t blow up as much as before!” Celia had been tinkering away since the day she had been reunited with her brother 2 months ago and she wasted no time in finding a solution for her blackout problem. “Hmmm, that dust breaker is still giving me problems, and the crystal alignment slot is going to have to be replaced, then there is the issue with the flux converter, the aura wavelength emitter, and don’t even get me started on……..ok I don’t actually even know what that piece is called so I’m going to call it thingy number 37…….huff, why does this have to be so hard.” It had been a long 2 months with little progress to be found by Celia. The original device used in saving her brother was a fluke brought about by desperation and modifying it to suit her needs was proving to be very difficult. Celia had made a number of trips to libraries, dust labs, and any place in which she could have acquired the knowledge she needed but all her efforts proved fruitless. Despite the cheerful look on her face Celia was beginning to feel hopeless that should could ever help her trapped brother. “RENT COLLECTION!” Celia heard blaring on the other side of her door. “Oh no, it’s already Tuesday, but how could it be Tuesday it was Monday, last Monday when I checked. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, I must have blacked out again. Ok maybe the scary landlord will take pity on me, I’m adorable after all, I think. I don’t think I have ever thought of myself as adorable, maybe cute, ya cute sounds kind of nice.” “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!!!!” The boisterous voice began getting closer from down the hall. “Ok, not the time for that. Ok, maybe she accepts IOU’s……I actually don’t know what that is yet though, heard about it from the guy next store though, the one our landlady hates…….ok she probably doesn’t take whatever an IOU is. Oh, maybe she is sick, I could offer free medical service, and I’m almost like a doctor so perhaps…..” “REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!” the voice was right outside her door now. “Ok it’s come to this, begging time, nothing to be scared of, she’s just mean, and scary, and has a really creepy mole on the side of her face that I can’t stop looking at whenever we make eye contact…….I’m doomed.”

As Celia opened the door to her room she was met by a very large, very angry looking old woman…….and a mole. “Hello Mrs. Biadlo, my you look lovely this morning, is that a new blush your wearing?” Mrs. Biablo stared fiercely at Celia and spoke “no, I’m just overly stressed by all the good for nothings I have living in my building who seem to forget that rent is required to live here so my face has hit this lovely shade of red that you pointed out.” Celia began turning her own shade of red and tried changing the subject. “So lovely weather we are having, very umm”, she quickly looked out the window, “rainy, yup gotta love all that rain, good for plants, and stuff......and things.” Mrs. Biadlo somehow seemed more aggravated now than when she had arrived and Celia had hit her point of desperation. “Ok I am sure you would love to hear about the status of my rent right now but it’s a funny story of how things happened. It's full of adventure, drama, and romance that I’m sure you will find...”, she was instantly cut off. “Oh yes I already know, that lovely young man dropped by and paid your rent last week, such a good polite young boy, far better than the good for nothings I let live in this building. Well I can’t be making idle chit chat all day, people to see, money to wrestle for. Oh and remember, REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENT!” The storm had passed and Celia was left at her doorframe stunned. As she finally made her way back to her desk she noticed a note sticking on the bulletin board. It read “Dear Celia, I figured you would forget your rent so I found some quick construction work downtown for the time I am conscious. Its great because they pay me at the end of each day for the amount of work I do, which is a lot. The rent should be paid off, thanks to all the saving I’ve been doing during me time, and you should have plenty of meals in the fridge all prepared for you. Eat well and get plenty of sleep. Love, your worrying brother, Tasker. P.S. Your fridge was a war crime so please do not let me find that again. P.S again, you really should be nicer to your landlady, she is such a sweet old women. P.S. for the last time, I really am serious about the fridge.” Celia couldn't help but gaze at the note in awe. “Well then, I guess my big brother is still looking out for me, also he seems to have made friends with a land shark.” She grabbed some stationary and began writing a letter back to her brother. “Dear Tasker, thank you for paying my rent, making my meals, and venturing into the forgotten place formally known as my fridge, I really am sorry about that. I will try harder next time to take better care of myself, I’ve just been really busy lately with trying to fix our little blackout problem. Do not worry though, your brainiac sister is on the job and is of course close to a solution. Hope you are doing well and feel free to take some time for yourself every now and again. Your cute little sister, Celia. P.S. stop using P.S. in your notes, it’s annoying.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">A few weeks went by and Celia had been given a golden opportunity. A seminar at the local university was being given in dust engineering by renowned doctor and engineer, Dr. Talbot Alistair Crawford, or as he prefers to be called, Dr. TAC. Now the only problem was getting into the lecture, only students of the University are allowed to attend and campus security was checking for identification. Celia thought that such a thing would be simple; there were plenty of ways through. She could swipe another students ID, act so cute that the guard would have to let her in, or even rappel down from the ceiling like in the super spy movie she watched last night, Objective Improbable! Either way Celia was determined to get into the lecture and speak with Dr. TAC.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">When the day of the lecture arrived Celia was brimming with confidence. “Commence operation super cool super spy”, she whispered to herself. Celia’s first attempt was simple, swipe another students ID and gain access to the lecture. Celia picked out her mark, the quite looking girl reading in the quad would do quite nicely. Celia made her way through the crowd and approached the girl from behind, reached out her hand and…….had no idea what to do. It occurred to Celia that she had zero ability as a pick pocket and realized that it was really, really mean to take what didn’t belong to her. Ok plan B, charm campus security to let her pass. As she approached the lecture hall entrance she was asked by the security guard for her campus ID. Celia had prepared for 15 whole minutes in the bathroom the cutest smile she could come up with that would let her pass, unfortunately she realized too little too late that the security guard was a very scary looking women, not as scary as Mrs. Biadlo, but still scary enough. Celia smiled awkwardly at the security guard, looking more embarrassed than cute, and was quickly asked to leave the line and let others through. It was getting late, and the seminar would be over soon, she didn’t want to do this but it was time for plan C, Objective Improbable! Celia was determined now and wasn’t willing to back down. For the sake of her brother she was ready to do anything. In the women’s bathroom, Celia managed to loosen an air vent and crawl through towards the lecture hall. After a few wrong turns, a dead rat, and what appeared to be a substance of unknown origin blocking one of her routes, she miraculously made it to the seminar. It had just ended and everyone had just exited the lecture hall, all but Dr. TAC who was collecting his notes. “Ok, this is it, now all I have to do is, um, oh, ok this isn’t exactly like the movie, but whatever I bet if I”, CRACK, in that instant Celia figured out that air ducts are not built as well as they are in the movies and began freefalling from the ceiling.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Celia awoke in a room unfamiliar to her. Before could take in her surroundings she found herself face to face with Dr. TAC. “So you’re up I see, I was hoping to speak with you.” Celia was instantly flustered by the doctor and scrambled to get across what she needed to say. “Hello Dr, Sir, Dr Sir, my name is Celia and I desperately need your help. First I just want to say that the air duct thing was a total first and last for me, totally not me, I really am smart, just unlucky, also nervous, very nervous, ok back to my point.” Dr. TAC intervened in Celia’s rambling and said to her. “You’ve accidently drawn your brothers aura into your own body and are looking for a way to freely control which aura can remain dominant in your body at any given time and hopefully somewhere down the road figure out how to bring your brother back.” Celia stared with a blank look on her face. “Umm, that is the short version I guess. I don’t suppose you would like to let me in on how you figured that out so quickly? I know your smart but that was just like, scary accurate.” Dr. TAC chuckled and explained to Celia. “Your brother has filled me in on most of the details and I have had plenty of time over the last 4 days to go over with him your current circumstances.” Celia was fairly red at this point; now coming to terms with the fact that she had dropped 50 feet in front of one of the world’s top minds left her speechless. “Now Celia, I have heard a great deal about you from your brother. Despite your, err, quirky activities, he tells me you are quite the up and coming academic.” These words put Celia at ease a bit. “Oh yes, I have been studying since I was small and my brother would buy me books to read and dust samples to experiment with. My goal was to be a Doctor, by further researching dust and its applications to medicine I wanted to help people.” Dr. TAC looked at Celia with a worrisome look on his face. “My dear, you said you wanted to be a Doctor, does that mean you have given up?” Celia responded, “no, I still plan on one day pursuing my dream, but right now there is only one person I really want to help, and that’s Tasker, so until I do I’ll be putting that on hold.” The doctor smiled and handed Celia her dust unit. “Here you are dear, I’ve been able to follow your thought process by observing your craftsmanship and have to say that you were very close to achieving what you desired on your own. This unit will allow you and your brother control over whose aura is dominant in your body without random occurrence.” Celia was thrilled; she took the unit and examined every change she could spot. “Doctor, it’s incredible, I never thought about linking the breaker up into a triple circuit, or that I could regulate the dust flow to such on efficient level, and has thingy number 37 always been able to do that?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Dr. TAC couldn’t help laughing as he watched such a curious young mind at work. “I was more than happy to help Celia; I just wish I could solve your other problem. I have also been meaning to ask you, Tasker tells me you haven’t gone to another member of the academic community with this information. May I ask why you chose to speak with me about you current circumstance?” Celia’s face instantly shifted from ecstatic to gloomy. “Well Dr. TAC, I didn’t go to anyone else because I didn’t want my brother and me to be……..freaks. In all the books I’ve read the notion of transferring the aura of one person, let alone their entire consciousness, to another living being was completely absurd and unheard of. If I went and asked for professional help my brother and I might have ended up like lab rats……I didn’t, or rather couldn’t do that to Tasker.” Dr. TAC now looked even more curious then before. “If that’s how you felt then what makes me so special?” Celia lowered her head and smiled. “The first book my brother ever bought for me was by you, the great Dr. TAC, renowned in a number of different scientific fields, you were one of the greats. But what was really important is what I read in your book. Though we may forget that we are the architects of our future, we must never forget to include the people’s hopes, dreams, and happiness in our actions, for what is science without someone there to smile.” Dr. TAC grinned, “I remember that one. That was from my book, The Proud Scientist. It was one of my favorites as a matter of fact.” Celia looked up with her eyes beginning to well up. “I thought if anybody could help me without turning me into a freak it would be you.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Dr. TAC stood up from his stole and grabbed Celia by the hands. “I can see that you really are everything your brother described to me, and he asked me to do something for you Celia. If you would consider it, I am more than willing to take you on as an apprentice. You obviously have the intelligence and ambition for science and most importantly you respect the power that comes with it.” Celia was speechless, and in that same instant became blank faced. “Tasker asked you to do this so I would stop trying to help him didn’t he.” Dr. TAC wasn’t surprised at the girl’s response. It was true that Tasker wanted a normal life for his sister and through the doctor she could have that and so much more. “Celia, I figured you would say something like that, but Tasker informs me that you don’t seem to be getting anywhere in your research on how to bring him back, and honestly I can’t say that in my history of dust medical science I have ever come across anything to suggest that what your attempting is even remotely possible.” Celia looked at the doctor with adamant eyes and spoke proudly, “I will bring him back doctor, and furthermore I already know how I am going to do it.” Dr. TAC was for the first time in the bizarre conversation shocked, he instantly demanded how Celia was intending to accomplish such a goal. Celia responded, “I’m going to find the Baba Yaga that stole his heart and take it back.” Dr. TAC paused for a moment, and then spoke, “My dear, you do realize that what you are talking about only exists in fairy tales”. Celia, still as serious as she started boldly told the doctor “Well Dr. TAC, two people inhabiting the same body would have sounded like something out of a fairy tale as well, but here I am.” It was at this moment that the doctor smiled, and the look on his face said exactly what he was thinking. “Sure kid, let’s do it.” Celia had now lost her stern look and had reverted to a state of confusion. “Umm, we doctor? So does this mean you are going to help me find it?” The doctor chuckled. “Heavens no my dear, my days of fieldwork are over, I’m far too old to be going out on wild adventures in the name of science once again. But you seem to be up to the challenge. Tell me young lady, have you heard of Beacon Academy?” Celia began to understand what the doctor had in mind. It was crazy though, to get into the renowned hunter school Beacon was crazy, maybe not heart eating, body sharing crazy, but still its own special brand of crazy. Celia questioned the professors thinking, claiming that she had absolutely no credentials in order to apply, no previous enrollment at signal, no connections with the school, further more she had zero combat experience. “Well those are all very good points Celia, but think about this, where else can you go that offers you the tools you need to hunt a Grimm on your own as you intend to, if you don’t attend how will you take back your brothers heart, and if you try to anyways will you not just end up dead?” Celia had no response to give. “Then that settles it, I will start preparing you for the academic scholarship program at once!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">“Umm the academic what now?” Celia said with an increasing amount of confusion. “You see my dear; each year there is an opportunity for people to attend through an academic scholarship program that tests a person’s intellect of the world. It’s primarily there so that those with a gifted mind and a willingness to broaden their future have the opportunity to participate in the entrance exam.” Celia was overwhelmed. “Doctor this is fantastic! So I just need to ace the academic exam and then I can enroll at Beacon!” Dr. TAC quickly spoke up. “I said you could participate in their entrance exam, I never said you would be enrolled as a student.” Celia was a bit disappointed but still optimistic. “Ok so what does their entrance exam usually involve?” Dr. TAC chuckled to himself and answered. “Oh probably the usual, you’ll have to slay a Grimm or 2, or maybe just survive in a Grimm infested territory. It’s relatively the same each year in my opinion.” Now Celia had been thoroughly discouraged. She had zero combat experience, she wasn’t strong like her brother, and what good would it be to earn the scholarship if she had no chance of passing the entrance exam. “Hahahahaha!” The Doctor laughed upon seeing Celias distress. “Do you think I would send you into something like this with no help? I said I would prepare you didn’t I.” Celia looked at the doctor with a strange expression. “Umm doctor, I don’t mean to sound rude, but what do you know about fighting Grimm?” The doctor gave Celia the first serious look she had seen from him during the entire conversation. “My dear, who do you think started the scholarship in the first place? Don’t be fooled by the grey of my mustache, before I got went out into the field and became a scientist, I was a hunter first.” Celia was wide eyed and her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “WHAT! But you are, I mean I never thought, ok better yet why it that none of the books I’ve read never mentioned this about you is?” “Well Celia its quite simple actually………my publicist just wasn’t interested in my exploits as a hunter when it came to my work in academics.” Celia just starred. “Ok then doctor, I’m all yours. Teach me everything I need to know about being both a scientist and a hunter.” “Excellent, now then Celia we start in the morning, I just have one question for you right now. If you wanted to see me so badly the other day, why not just wait until I exited the lecture hall?” Celia had reached a new level of redness in her face and sheepishly answered the doctor. “Have you ever watched the movie, Objective Improbable?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">A little over a year has passed since Celia had met Dr. TAC. She earned her academic scholarship easily and was now on her way towards Beacon. In that single year with the doctor, Celia has achieved more than she ever thought was possible of her. Equipped with the tools and skills necessary for her next task, Celia nervously gazed out the window of the airship and through the clouds she noticed Beacon had come into sight. As soon as she laid eyes on the academy she instantly became calm, remembering the last thing her mentor said to her before leaving. “I know things might seem a bit scary right now, but believe me there is nothing that you two can’t handle together. It will be hard and it will push you to your limits but know that I have absolute confidence that you will succeed. So make some friends, specifically Tasker as I am sure Celia will hug attack most people she brands friend candidates, experience school life to the fullest, and when you finally get to see Beacon just imagine me there telling you this and maybe you’ll feel better………….

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center">Celia Lawrence, welcome to Beacon

Weapons and Abilities
<p class="MsoNormal">Weapon Description:

<p class="MsoNormal">Name: Flashing Waltz/Red Guardian

<p class="MsoNormal">Flashing Waltz: Celia’s weapon takes the form of 16 blades sheathed on her back in what looks like a large cylindrical container. Through use of yellow dust that runs through each blade, Celia channels her aura through the swords allowing her the ability to teleport freely between each one. Celia lacks raw power so she makes up for this through fast and unpredictable strikes using each sword. The idea is to constantly surround her opponent in a web of swords, freely moving and repositioning each one to create a battlefield suited completely to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">Med Kit: Celia carries an emergency medical kit that uses dust based tools.

<p class="MsoNormal">Red Gaurdian: Tasker’s weapon combines the swords Celia uses into one solid great sword. The combination required to make red guardian can be performed by either gathering each sword manually from its location or having them converge on Celia via a magnetic force. Tasker is a natural power attacker and uses overwhelming force to deal with problems Celia would be unable to cope with. The sword is empowered by Tasker’s aura, making each strike multiplicative of the force Tasker puts behind each swing. Simple yet effective, Tasker does not rely on tricks or cunning to get the better of a foe, but prefers the straightforward approach to get a job done. If Tasker finds himself in the unlikely position of needing more destructive force he can overcharge the red dust crystal in the sword hilt via his aura to extend the reach and striking power of his blade through fire magic.

<p class="MsoNormal">Ability:

<p class="MsoNormal">As a natural intellect Celia has the ability to take in her surroundings and analyze them calmly and efficiently This allows her to plan out her next move precisely while taking into consideration her opponents strengths and weaknesses. Celia is also well versed in medicine and dust related medical science making her invaluable in the field.

<p class="MsoNormal">Taskers aura makes him naturally more durable and stronger than a regular human. Able to take in a ton of punishment Tasker can easily surprise a foe by completely brushing off an attack and going right for the kill. (so to speak of course, Tasker really is a sweetheart)

<p class="MsoNormal">Note:

<p class="MsoNormal">Whenever Tasker’s aura is manifested, an illusion of Tasker is created over Celia. (Debating making this a full physical change)