Ciel Phantomhive

It was infuriating, the small smirk that curved his lips, and it was exactly why he kept it there. A brow rose briefly as insults flew around the room, mainly directed at himself, and a faint chuckle left Ciel’s lips. He raised his cup of tea to his lips, nose wrinkling at the strange taste that lingered on his tongue. It wasn’t anything like home, but it was something he would have to get used too--at least until they got home.
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”You sit there so smug, but you’re just a child.” The leader snapped at him, and Ciel’s gaze flicked briefly up to watch the gun that waved in the air. How predictable. Licking his lips, Ciel calmly placed his cup down on the top of the desk where he sat. He rested his elbows against the desk’s surface, folding his hands together to rest his chin against them..
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“How very observant of you,” Ciel responded. A giggle slipped past his lips as his words only seemed to enrage the man further and he continued to sputter and throw insults again. One blue eye fell to stare at his hands, finding them far more interesting than the sputtering fool in front of him. It wasn’t until he heard the click of the safety that he looked up, brow arched. He shifted, straightening his back as he lowered his hands to rest against the desktop.
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“If you are going to shoot, I would suggest you make your aim count. You have only one chance,” Ciel spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye. The loud sound of a gun accompanied a spray of bullets, and locks of Ciel’s hair moved in the breeze that bullets caused. Not one hit him, peppering the wall behind him with holes. A hiss left his lips as one bullet grazed his cheek, and his lips curved into an annoyed smile as he cut his eye to the demon that stood next to him. The sly smile that played across Sebastian's lips let him know it was planned.
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“W-What...but…”
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“You should always learn about your opponent before going into battle.” Ciel spoke, lifting his hand to flick the drops of blood that spilled on his cheek away. “Their habits...their strengths and weaknesses.”
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There was a pause, silence stretching out between them. Ciel raised a hand to take hold of the patch that lay over his right eye. Tugging on it until it slid free, landing on the desk with a faint “pap” noise. A smile spread over Ciel’s lips and his eye opened slowly to look at the man. The Faustian Contract pulsed with power, glowing in the depths of his blue eye.
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“It’s a game of chess...and you just lost.”

Personality:[break]
Ciel is very arrogant. He holds his head high and demands the attention and respect he believes his station deserves, to the point that he can barely function without his staff to do the chores of the house--or even dress himself. He has a bit of a competitive streak, and it normally manifests in challenging his demon butler to do things seemingly impossible, as if he was trying to find something that Sebastian would be unable to do--he has not found it yet.
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He rules his estate and company with an iron fist that is odd for his age. Ciel appears to be unphased by many things, and holds a maturity that even some adults fail to have. He is cunning and quite honestly, greedy. He is not afraid to put his life, or those of others, on the line to get what he wants. Ciel can appear quite innocent in his games, the only person truly knowing his schemes being that of Sebastian--which makes sense since they are connected. Despite the maturity that he expresses, Ciel can be quite childish, playing cheap pranks and throwing tantrums. He also has a horrible sweet tooth and loves dessert above all else--much to Sebastian’s displeasure.
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Ciel, despite being a brat, is actually extremely loyal to those that he cares about. He also goes out of his way to make sure that they are taken care of and get what they want. He protects his servants--and his betrothed--with his own life if the situation should arise. It's other people that should be concerned. He can be quite ruthless and uncaring towards people that are not in his immediate circle of friends or family. Ciel has one goal in life: revenge. He wants revenge on the people who murdered his family and kept him as a slave for a long time.
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Occasionally, because of his time abducted by a perverse cult, Ciel suffers from bouts of PTSD. He becomes withdrawn and quiet, quite literally forgetting his surroundings or what he is doing as he relives flashbacks of his torture. He is quite a sullen boy, hardly ever smiling, and in fact, he once said that he had forgotten how to even smile, he didn’t even know how to pretend to be happy.
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Ciel has a sharp tongue and intellectual prowess that helps him out of most situations--or helps him into them sometimes. He is a great marksman and always has one gun with him as well as one under his pillow. Other than that, however, he is quite vulnerable due to his small size and age. Or at least, he would be if he didn’t have one major trump card, namely the demon his sold his soul to.
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In times of need, Ciel can call upon Sebastian no matter where he is and Sebastian will answer. Sebastian is bound by contract to protect the young boy from harm until Ciel has reached his goal in which Sebastian is then allowed to take his soul for his own. Until then, there is no where Ciel can go that Sebastian can’t find him, and so far, nothing that can kill Sebastian.