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I'll take this time to quickly hop into the story! I'm still new to this one so please forgive all errors and correct me if need be!

Name: Celey Dalton
Age:25
Gender: Female
Species: Raccon
Weapon: A master of Improv. Namely anything she can find, but is usually seen wielding a spade.
Abilities: See background (IDK if you can count that as an ability tho)
Hobbies: Adventuring, playing cards, writing.
Quirks: Terrified of loud noises, and has great physical strength for someone of her species and gender.
Background: She was born on that fateful day five years ago. Having only been just born her mother decided Celey should be blessed upon the Master Emerald on Angel Island. Blessing someone upon the Master Emerald is a form of babitization, and is commonly done amongt her species.

There the mother and her infant daughter set as they awaited their turn to see the emerald, it had been a long day and the echidnas were tired. Celey and her mother would be the last ones to see the bauble for the day. Their turn finally came, and they headed off into the emerald chamber. No sooner than the mother placed her baby upon the radiating gem of the gods when it happened.

The ARK had entered Mobius' gravitational pull and was on a collision course with the planet below. In a beautiful display of impending doom and firey chaos the ARK began to splinter. Pieces flew every which way striking the towns, the cities, the countries, Mobius herself. The planet for the only time in its history glowed a sickening blood red as fragments from the age old colony resting at the bottom of these 'lakes' caused the water to boil! The end was surely upon Mobius!

Dawn broke on the next day. Millions if not Billions had perished the day before. Strangely enough, however, the mother and her daughter ,Celey, had been spared. They were no longer on Angel Island. They had no idea where they were. The mother only caring about the life of her daughter and her future joined up with a small band of survivours and setteled in Central City. They all went to sleep that night with a vow to restore Mobius to its former glory.

Five years has passed since then. The mother and her daughter had lived in the ravaged city since then. However it was not all happy and cheery. Shortly after the disaster crime began to rise to an alrming level. gangs had formed in all corners of the once great planet. Even Central City had its share of thugs, though not quite as popular or massive as the ones located in Station Square. The largest gang in that area had called themselves The Shadetree Smokers, an almost nonsensical name but they seemed to think it was brilliant.

Five years ago today during this year is when it all began, the never ending cycle of pain and tormet that had plauged Celey for 25 years now. Celey and her mother had been out to gather up some groceries at the local market (what they called a market was a little run down shed with gaping holes in the ceiling), when they were approached by the Shadetree Smokers. They had insisted that Cely's mother was wrongfully walking down thier turff, and that no one was allowed to do that not even civillians. Now the Shadetree Smokers may have been in smaller number than other popualr gangs, but they were just as mean if not meaner!

Celey's mother stated she wanted no trouble. They wanted to get home and enjoy a nice meal. One of the Smokers spotted the little raccon girl cowering in fear behind her mothers dress. One of the gang members, a fox to be exact, grabbed little helpless Celey. Her mother begging that Celey be released wacthed in terror as another gang member brought a knife the girl's throat. The Smokers wanted Cely's mother to pay them an unreasonable amount of money to let her go. Cely's mother didn't have it.

As quick as lighting and fearful for her daughter's life, the mother managed to kick the dagger out of the gang member's hand and successfully broke the hand in the process. This reall infurited the Smoker's. In an outrage, a Smoker grabbed the mother and held her head up as another calmly stabbed her little daughter in the back. Then, paying no mind to the girl's cries of pain and the mother's pleading, dealt a death blow to the stomach with the dagger. Celey was dead, and her mother follwed soon after.

It was the first day after the disaster when Celey, age 5, awoke. The image still fresh in her mind, but she was alive. Oddly though she was in what seemed to be an identical alleyway compared to the one in her recent dream. She looked around her mother was no where to be found. She heard tremendous explosion rocketing in the background. Central City was engulfed in flames. Celey was a little curious as to what was going on, and soon found out the answer. The ARK had ravaged the planet.

Celey was sure she had been bornon the day of the disaster, but then dismissed that as part of her weird dream.

It wasn't until five years later when Celey found out what was really going on. She had been traveling what used to be the Mobian countryside when she was approached by a strange figure. It was a male, light gray, feline, no doubt a thug from another un known gang. The stranger asked Celey if she had any food. Celey calmly replied no, and that was when the feline got upset. he lunged at her. Celey being only 10 at the time could not handle the force of the way older feline. In moments Cely was dead, beaten to death by a starved gang member.

It was the day after the disaster when Celey, age 10, awoke. The image was fresh in her mind, but this time she knew she wasn't dreaming. She sat in a smoldering field, the exact field where she was beaten to death only moments ago. Something was wrong. This had been the second time she had died and awoken to find herself back on day one of the disaster. That was when she set off to find answers.

It happened two more times. Once when she was 15, and again at 20 each death more grizzly than the next. She was living the same five years over and over, but she always remained the same age she was when she died and always remembered everything that had happened prior. Upon exploring this strange curse she also found she ahd some imitations. For some odd reason she can't be in the same places she was during the time of previous version of herself. She couldn't explain how but she knew she couldn't. She also couldn't alter any event that occured during the five years. So if she could see her mother again she couldn't save her. Also she can meet up with people she had previously met only after their intial meeting in her previous life. She was bound by these limitations, and no clue to why she was living this curse, but whatever the case she has one goal, survive to year six!
Motif: To live to see year six!

Here's my character! I hope she can fit in nicely with this RP, but I can always edit if something is out of place or just needs changing just let me know! Also she doesn't always die on the same day. She just dies during year five no set time!

IC:

Celey Dalton stood in fron of Central City. She could smell the rot and mildew wafting in the air. The city was in shambles, and had been for five years. Once towering skyscrapers now lay on their sides. Living complexs and apartment buildings are peppered with paint spray and bullet holes. What used to be automobiles are now nothing more that houses and homes for those seeking sanctuary. Her and her mother had lived in an Aston Martin for those five years. It was small compared to others, but it was home!

Celey leaned down and picked up her shovel (she had named it Charles) and hoisted it over her shoulder. Small specs of dirt clumped together in her thick, black hair as the spade passed through it. She adjusted her armor (akin to chain mail rather than bulky metallic wear) so that it fit just right. She smiled weakly, as she started moving towards the ruined metropolis. It was year five, and she had to be careful, but this was an opportunity that she just couldn't pass up.

As she walked down the main street she noticed several faces cowering behind trash dumpster and small houses(cars). The dirty unwashed faces proved all to well that the Mobius that once was is gone and will never return. She didn't stop, nor did she have a reason to. The only family she had known was her mother, and if Celey's memory was correct, ahe and mother died at the hands of the Shadetree Smokers a little over a week ago. Celey, continuing walking, gazed up at the strangely beatuiful Mobian blue sky. Filled with guilt she looked back down at the cracked pavement. Celey wasn't proud of what she was about to do, but she had waited so long for this and noting was going to get in her way.

The young raccoon trugeded onward towards a trashy looking complex that had once been a hopping bar in its time. She gazed at the shattered windows, the absent door, the multi colored gang markings, and the faint screen og cigarette smoke pouring out the windows. She had at last arrived, the HQ of the Shadtree Smokers.

"I figured there would be more security," she said as she noticed no one around, "For someone claiming to be a street gang you'd think they'd post at least one or two guards!"

At thar the raccoon walked through the red tarp that stood in place as a door. She could here people laughing and carrying on in a small room located in the back. She looked around the vast bar room noticeing the neatly organized tables, and a wealth of alcohol alligned on the far wall. She grinned as she let the tip of the spade hit the carpeted floor. One step at a time she approached the meeting place of the notorious gang members silently dragging her shovel behind her. Another loud gufaw of laughter echoed out into the vast area, and the scent of cigar smoke nearly choked Celey. At last she had reached the entrance. She smiled and placed her back up against the wall beside the entry way. She then slowly brought her fingers to her mouth, and placed the index, pinky and thumb inside. She cloused her eyes and let out a shrill whistle that could have beebn heard a mile away.

"What the hell was that!" barked on of the voices, "Clyde get out there and check it out!"

Celey heard the shuffleing of feet and chairs, and then footsteps. This 'Clyde' was about ho walk right inot her trap. He came around the corner where the vengeful Celey awaited. It was too late for the (not-so) poor soul. Charles had came crashing into the backside of what appeared to be a red fox. He let out a silent yelp in pain, spitting a sickening mixture of blood and saliva all over a small table in front of him. 'Clyde' spun around to face his attacker(s), and all Celey could notice was the thin trail of blood ozeing out of his nostrils. The fox lost balance and fell into the small table splintering it instantly. 'Clyde' stared up at the ceiling with an almost blank stare. Celey felt a tear roll down her face when she realized that 'Clyde' was dead!

"Clyde what in the name of-" a tall almost skeletal Iguana barked as he appeared to inspect the noise, "What? Clyde? What the hell happened in here!"

Celey was out of sight hiding behind the counter, watching the Iguana examine his dead friend. Thsi Iguana just so happens to be the fool who had taken Cely's life away the first time. The fool who would stab a helpless five year old girl. The Iguana stood up and franticly looked around the bar room, and this was when Celey made her strike.

She rolled out from behind the bar swinging her spade in an almost circular rotation, slamming it into the heels of the Iguana. He cried out in pain as he crashed to the ground. Cely rose to her feet, and raised the shovel above her head!

"DO YOU REMMEMBER ME!?!?!?" she wailed as she brought the shovel down flat against his chest.
"AAAGGGHHH!" the Iguana yelped, "I don't know who-"
Another strike landed against his chest, "DO YOU REMEMBER LAST WEEK?!?!?!? DO YOU REMEMBER KILLING A MOTHER AND HER DAUGHTER?!?!?!?!?"
Another strike, "GAH!" he spat up blood this time, "I-I don't knwo what you are talking about!"
Celey bashed him one hard time in the kneecaps, "YOU FORCE THE MOTHER TO WATCH YOU SLAY HER DAUGHTER BEFORE YOU SLEW HER!!!!!!!"
A dealt a whack to the elbow this time, "I'm Sorry you got me mistak-"
Again on the chest, "I WAS HER DAUGHTER!!!!! YOU MADE HER WATCH ME DIE!!!!!!"
The Iguana now looked confused. he had in fact remembered, but was puzzeled by raccoon's suden anouncement. No blow was delivered this time. "No you can't be! You died, but you look older!"

That was the last thing the Iguana said before Charles silenced the gang thug with a quick stike to the face! Celey was breathing heavily now, but the deed had been done. She wasn't sure if she should feel good about herself or guilty, but she was glad that at last her and her mother's killers had been taken care of. Celey rose to her feet and looked arounf the gangs hideout. For the time being 'Clyde' and the Iguana had been the only two there, but the others would return soon. Celey grabbed a piece of discarded cardboard and began to look around for something to write with. She had considered using the dead gang members blood atone point, but nearly threw up when she actually tried to carry out that action. She found a small ink pen lnside 'Clyde's' jacket and used it instead.

Two hours had passed before the gang members returned. When they did, however, they found the corpse of their leader. Placed upon him like some sort of greeting sticker was the cardborad Celey had used. Upon the blood smeared discard was the warning, "A MESSAGE FROM THE GRAVE!" Celey had no intention of going after the other gang members, the Iguana was all she came for. But she did in fact want to shake up their morale a lttle bit, if only for thier benefit.

Celey bagn to pass by what once used to be Central City Central Park. She looked up at the lifeless, withered, and decaying trees. A leaf hasn't grown on them since the ARK incident. The fenceing that surrounded the park was also tagged by various gangs fighting over 'turf'! However, Celey's eyes drifted to something within the park. A body. Curious to know if this what appeared to be an overlander was still alive or not, Cely began to make her way towards it. Still carrying her trusty shovel to be on the safe side, she noticed another body. She looked around the park. There was seven bodies strewn across the park. Blood had stained the pale gray grass. They were overlanders all right, and they also happened to be G.U.N. personel. Celey made her way over to the first soldier she saw. The bodies were fresh. More than likely the soldiers had been engaged with members from some sort of gang. She examined the soldier. Apparantly he had been struck a blow to the head by some sort of blunt object, most likely a 2X4.

Celey paniced. She turned to leave the park, but instead found herself facing down the barrels of multiple military grade weapons.

"FREEZE!" shouted a soldier wearing similar garb to the dead across the park, "What do we have here! Jenner! Check them out!"

A soldier darted off past Celey towards the deceased soldiers. She began to turn back to the soldier.

"I SAID DON''T MOVE!" the G.U.N. in charge barked.
"Sir!" yelled the second soldier, "They're all dead! Blunt impact to the head sir!"

The first soldier looked over at Celey, and then her blood stained spade which she gripped tightly in her hands.

"Drop the weapon!" the one in charge yelled, "Drop it now!!"

Celey was terrified. She tried to losen her grasp on the shovel hanle, but found she couldn't.

"DROP IT DAMMIT!" he yelled again, "DROP IT OR I'LL HAVE TO SHOOT!"

Celey tried to speak, but no words came out. It was as if something was forcing her to disobey th soldier's commands. She continued to drop the spade, and let out a silent sigh of relief as she raised her arm. However, it was too late. She had raised Charles perhaps a little to high, and the soldiers took it as a threat. She noticed now, there were a total of six soldiers counting the one behind her who had arrived as back-up.

"ALL RIGHT!! YOU HAD YOU CHANCE!! FIRE!!!" the one in charge yelled.

Bullets began to fly past Celey's head, before she realized she had taken one in the stomach. She recoiled in pain, and found she could move once again. It was too late to comply with the soldiers, so Celey did the next best thing, RUN! She darted backwards toward the rear exit to the park. Another bullet plowed into her left leg limiting her mobility. She limped franticly out of the rears gates paying no attention to the gaping wound she had recieved from the first bullet. She was bleeding badly and leaving a rather large trail of blood in her wake, but she had to get to safety. She looked behind her to see if they were tailing her. They weren't. She also noticed that she was still carrying the shovel. She quickly threw Charles aside and porceeded towards an old run down rest station. Surly she could dress her wounds in there before G.U.N. came looking.

The rest stop wasn't very welcomeing with inch thik grim and grit coating the once yellow walls, but it was better than lying in the streets to die. 'Might as well die on the toilet!' she thought to herself even though she was in no condition to crack jokes. She gave out as soon as she made it to the female's bathroom door. She crashed to the ground feeling a sharp jolt of pain corse through her body. Perhaps this wasn't the year she would make it to six afterall! She thrust open the door in front of her and began to crawl into the restroom. You would thought someone had drug a dead body from there with the thick blood trail she wasleaving behind.

She crwled ever deeper into the damp dark room, brushing cobwebs out of her face as she continued onward. She could feel sharp solid object lying in the floor. Most likey porcilin from a broken down comode. It was dark and she couldn't see much, but at least she was out of the open. She felt around her ever gushing wound in her stomach. It would take alot to recover from that, and she was fairly certain this was the end of her road. She would die and awaken back on day one ready to go another five years before this happens all over again. She began to feel sick and weak, and had a hard time keeping her eyes open. She heard what sounded like footsteps outside, and was certain those soldiers had trailed her. What she got was much more surprising.

The bathroom door began to creak open letting in a sharp ray of sunlight, "I know you're in here!" came a voice. Celey looked in the general direction and saw a silhouetted figure, not of overlande shape, enter. From what she could make out it was a hedgehog, and he deffinately didn't come in there with good intentions. Celey graspd one of the sharp porcelin fragements and brought it close to her body.

"I saw you running down the street, and I thought ot myself, it's be awhile since we had someone so "attractive" running down our streets!" the hedgehog walked closer and closer, "So I followed you in here to see if you needed any help!"

The hedgehog kneeled down toward Celey. She took advantage of the situation and thrust the sharp porcelin into the right side of the hedgehog's skull. Luckily it didn't shatter, and the hedgehog fell limp against Celey. His blood was gushing into her face, and it took every once of her energy to push him off of her. She had exhausted herself now. She closed her eyes and waited to die in peace!

3 DAYS LATER...

Celey awoke. She let out a pierceing shriek as she felt the pain throb through her body. She knew instantly that she had not in fact passed away! This wasn't day one, and she wasn't aware of where she was at. She struggled to stand, but the pain was vicious.

"GAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she wailed the smell of something rotten drifted in her nostrils, "RAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

Her vision began to come clearer. She was in a cell of some kind. She eyed several plates of food lying next to her. She had been tossed into the cell on the cold concrete. She smelled that rotten smell once more. She eyed the food once again. There was six plates and mopst of the food was non-edible. Whoever threw it in there didn't bother to clean it up. Her vision became better as she looked around the interior. She was definately locked up. More than likely the G.U.N. soldiers had found her before she died. She noticed stitches along her stomach were the bullet hole had once been. She also examined her wounded leg with the same results.

"Well at least they had the curtosy to doctor me up!" she smiled just a little. She had survived just a little longer! "Hello!" she called out not knowing who or what lurked in the damp prison, "Does any body- OW! - know where I am at!! HELLO!"

The pain within her body made her keel over for a brief second, then she continued yelling, not caring if any of the guards had heard her!


OOC:
I hope this is okay! And yes that is the same G.U.N. prison that Ari and the others are in, and at the same time. I hope that's alright and I didn't ruin anything. just let me know if I did!
Also as I was reading through this I noticed and OOC where Wraith stated that if it takes two years to continue he will still be playing! LOL how ironic that that exact thing is happening!X)