♠ The Twisted Angel ♠
Information:
“The Basics.”
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Name:
Cielo Miyamoto
Ethnicity:
Mexican / Japanese.
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Gender:
Male
DOB:
05.18.83
POB:
Michoacan, Mexico
Occupation:
Gambler, Casino Owner, BMDA
Physical Appearance:
“I know I look good, you don’t have to remind me.”
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Exterior:
The Exterior of the man’s body seemed perfect. He stood at a solid 5’5. With no signs of imperfections of flaws, his hair seemed to be naturally blond, but it wasn’t! It was bleached from his natural dark brown. To his flawless and clear skin that seemed to be made of porcelain. However, a deeper dive into the man’s body revealed many things. On his back was a birthmark that resembled an Angel’s wing. But only on the left side. With two tattoos on each of his hands, resting on top of them. On the left hand, a Heart of Cards. On the right hand, a Spade of Cards. Though he will never admit it, his body has many imperfections that are hidden by plastic surgeries.
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Interior:
Inside the man’s face was more botox than brain. He held a rather decent amount of muscle, but not enough to be counted as a body builder or ‘Gym Rat’. He was rather skinny for his height in fact.
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Outfits:
With enough money to buy Las Vegas after each roll. (Bruno Mars lyrics, I love Bruno Mars.). He wore outfits that cost more than some apartments in Karakura. From 24K chains scattering them along all of his clothing. From the finest cloth to the silkiest gloves, he was covered in expensive materials.
Statistics:
“A Gambler doesn’t reveal his tricks.”
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Strength
★☆☆☆☆
The man was never trained well in fighting, not being able to pack a punch but he was resourceful. His strengths come from his rings and weaponry, to be specific, a long and sharpened katana. It is the only thing he can wield properly.
Intelligence
★★★★☆
The man was smart as a whip when it came to lying to people. But a flaw of his was his information from school. Though he graduated with all of his grades above 90%. But obviously, he cheated throughout most of them
Dexterity
★★★☆☆
Cielo was decent at thinking quickly. Though it wasn’t an admirable skill of his, he could slip things away from people's view with relative ease. That is the extent of his dexterity. Maybe it’s for the better that it’s lower.
Speed
★☆☆☆☆
The man is slow. Very, very slow… His running is most people's job, the only thing fast about him are his cars and private jet. Other than that, the man is almost as slow as a cheetah after winding itself.
Agility
★☆☆☆☆
The man can’t do much when it comes down to being agile. He has about the average human flexibility, being able to squat down is about the most he can do. The most impressive thing he has done is perform a backflip, but he couldn’t move once he landed. The man has got to work his joints more…
Charisma
★★★★★★
Six Stars?! WOAH! A gambling addict with more money than he knows what to do with, from buying people their dream cars and vacations strictly to get them to adore him. He’s even managed to manipulate his lover into letting him love another. He’s said things that only people in books would say, why would it work? Because he’s pretty!
Relations:
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Relationships:
“I don’t really love, but something about you two are different.”
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Amei Ichiyama
“Mei-Mei. I’m so sorry.”
Cielo’s first love. As much as he loves her, he simply is unable to express it fully. To the point that he has even found somebody who acts just like her to love. Somebody that was able to read him like a book, it brought him in. But something about Amei and him has always made him crawl back to her. Even telling her once, “Don’t forget, I’m the only man who will love you.” To ensure she never leaves him.
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Oliver Hitobashira-O'Sullivan
“I love you, Ollie. But not as much as her.”
When I say that Cielo is a horrible person. I mean it. He has told Oliver that he loves him more times than he has ever told Amei. But one single I love you to Amei, he means it one hundred times more than all the times he’s said it to this man. It is painful to watch.
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Work:
“As long as the blood doesn’t touch me.”
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Nanno Blythe-Hyeong
“You’ll be better than any of us one day, doll.”
Cielo doesn’t normally grow attached to those he works with. But the little lady who loved to watch the blood he spilt leak, caught his interest. He began to pay for things she wanted, began to take her in his car and talk to her about things that almost nobody would hear.
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Juuzou Samura
“I’m not even your Associate yet I work most for you.”
Cielo has done quite a bit for Juuzou while hidden behind a mask. As of recently, he’s stabbed two people in the pancreas for him. Unpaid.
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‘CREATOR’
“I hate you.”
Cielo’s least favorite boss. No words can be said about him, he hardly knows him, but knows how much he hates him.
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‘PATHOLOGICAL’
“You disgust me.”
You asked me to hit you, so I did. When you bitched and wined, I didn’t care. I’ll hit you harder next time.
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Casino:
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Enji Mizoroge
“I hold respect for you, you’re a man who knows how to deal cards.”
Many moons ago when Cielo went to a Casino in Kabukicho. He watched an altercation between the Middle Devil and another. Aftering seeing him deal with something, he said the words. “How about we make a bet? A deal.”. Cielo ended up losing, he was annoyed and angered. He stormed off.
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Su-Jin Byun
“The man in glasses.”
After a recent interaction where Cielo’s head was seesawed into a table. Causing his nose to break on impact, he got urgent plastic surgery to fix himself. He’s only seen his eyes once, but hardly recalls.
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Kazuo DeLuca
“Mister Private Jet”
While in a Casino in Tokyo, Cielo had a ‘who has more money’ challenge with Kazuo. Where Kazuo ended up beating him with fibs and deceit. When Cielo saw him, he wasn’t recognized by the man, but Cielo surely recognized him.
Lore Sneaky Peaky:
The Creation and Destruction of an Angel.
Michoacan, Mexico. 1983.
The cries of a newborn pounded the ears of the nurses. The peace of a mother who had just delivered calmed the man who held her hand. The nurse placed the baby boy in the arms of his mother, calming his cries as she shushed him. She sang quiet melodies as the baby began to fall asleep, nothing seemed wrong with the baby boy. His skin was toned and porcelain-like. As the mother rubbed his back, a nurse noticed something was off. She squinted her eyes and spoke in Spanish. “Miss Luciana, your baby has a birthmark.”. The mother gleaned with joy, she hugged the baby with the remaining strength she had. She quietly muttered the name “Cielo.”. The father stared at the baby boy in fear, as what seemed to be a single angel wing going down his left shoulder blade was seen. The father had no clue what to think, or even what to say. The mother looked over at her husband and spoke in Japanese to him “Isn’t he beautiful? The Kami have truly blessed us, Akio.”. Akio’s worries washed away at the sound of her voice, he slid his hands around Cielo and held him for the first time. He spoke to the boy in Japanese “My boy. Your Name and Title shall be. Ciello Miyamoto. The Twisted Angel.”.
The Fall of the Angel’s Twin.
???. ???. 1985.
Once again, the cries of a newborn filled the nurses ears. The sound of a baby girl’s cries and whines piercing the rooms windows and mirrors. But suddenly, it stopped. A purple tone washed over the newborn's face. The mother fell unconscious soon after, but remained stable. The father looked on in horror. Time passed as the father held the mother’s hand. But news broke quickly within the hospital, while peace rested in the body of the newborn, calamity brewed in the delivery room. The nurse who had given the time of death was in tears as she watched the mother and father cry in each other's arms. The father asked to see their daughter one last time before officially letting her rest. As the father walked in, he covered his mouth with his hand. He spoke quietly in an Eastern Language “Her back.”. As she was turned over, the father went pale. A birthmark that resembled an angel’s wing trickled down her right shoulder blade. Mirroring Cielo’s.
An Angel’s Cry.
Michoacan, Mexico. 1986.
While peace and quiet filled the humble abode. The three year old began to walk and make small words in Spanish. Already having said “Mama i Papa.” a few times. The last three years were like blurs for Luciana and Akio. Every once in a while Cielo would cry during arguments or over stimulating situations. His cries brought serenity to the calamity around him. Almost as if his cries were laced with a Siren’s voice. However, the more and more he cried, the louder and louder it grew. Until eventually, he stopped. Ever since, the boy never cried. Halting the Cry of an Angel for years to come.
A Pipe?
Tokyo, Japan. 2003.
When Cielo turned 20, he flew out to Tokyo to celebrate. He was given numerous gifts, most containing fancy wines and champagnes. Something that had caught his eye was a rather small box that was wrapped poorly. He picked it up as an elderly man told him to be very careful with it, with a very concerned look across his face. Cielo opened it slowly, showing a silver Kiresu pipe that seemed worn and old. He held the pipe in his hands as he laughed, the moon had risen behind him shining through the green stained glass window. He loved the pipe, carrying it with him to this day.
art creds, grimskyx21, glasslemonade
