cieIify
the possibility of you outweigh the actuality of anyone else.
author's note :
cieIify is purely fictional and for rp only. there are no affiliations with the faceclaim, contents nor media posted. may be noted as nsfw through concepts, language, interactions that may include adult themes.
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strict mdni; please have your age visible and be upfront about any intentions with the character. plots are allowed though will be dropped if forced, rushed, etc. replies may be sporadic.
dc : eryciel
ciel admires :
cups of coffee. visual storytelling. coming-of-age films. travels. afternoon outings. lily flowers. acoustic covers. romance.
⸝ she finds solace in walking alone, especially at odd hours; a usual tendency to get lost.
⸝ has a memory box tucked in her dresser, filled with postcards she'll never send.
her growth :
born in the quiet, plum-blossomed corners of kyoto, she entered the world under a sky of spring rain. her name, luciel, a fusion of light and sky, seemed almost prophetic.the relocation to lyon, france shaped her differently—its cobblestoned melancholy, wine-soaked dusk, and silver rivers carved into her a quiet yearning for stories. she grew fluent in two tongues: one spoken aloud, and one dreamed in scripts and scenes.her mother was a painter. her father, once a violinist, left silence in his absence. he was the root of her impermanence, and the idea that something incomplete could still hold meaning.
❝ i have no lantern, no blade nor scythe.
i walk where death has already tread, and where love dares to bloom again in its shadow.
tell me— what would you like the world to remember? ❞
atelier minuit, a rundown arthouse studio that specializes in independent cinema — is her second home. her films contains what all stories have in common, their endings.
who may she be :
not entirely human nor divine, ciel is tethered to kindred, the dual spirit of death, tasked with duty to witness and remember death's mind rewinding.it is said— somewhere between faith and fact— the sacred seven minutes after death, when its dearest memories replay, is where you'll meet her. between mourning souls, ciel records them all the same in order to make their departures beautiful before they fade into the beyond.a screenwriter by trade, but in truth, one who writes for the dying. she listens, transcribes what they conjure and sometimes rewrite moments— not to deceive, but to comfort. to turn regret into relief. absence into reunion. what was into what could have been.