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Celia
Age 17

She doesn't belong to any village specifically, so she's never had any formal training. The only thing she has managed to do is a basic healing jutsu. Most people she's run into are surprised by her mastery of it and she usually ends up running from them because they believe she must have control over other jutsu's.

What is her name? And age. Gaara is sixteen btw.

Sorry i was trying to come up with a bio for her. How is that? ^ edited above ^

((that's good :) I like yer character. This will be set in sand before Gaara is Kakaze and he's still an emotionless prick. :D))
Gaara sat on his bed and thought. Today was his sixteenth birthday. Temari and Kankuro had seemed excited all day. For Gaara birthdays were not a celebration, rather he viewed them as one year closer to dying. His two siblings had hugged him tightly when he came into the kitchen. He was the baby of the family and they all seemed to think he needed a party or whatever. They grabbed his some pancakes and he ate them slowly. How the hell they had known he loved pancakes he didn't know, but these were quite good. He complemented Temari and got ready to go out. He figured he would go get groceries or something. He didn't want to be around while they were acting like he was royalty. Temari had earlier this morning come and scream at the top of her lungs "Happy sixteenth Gaara!" he had merely pushed her off of him and muttered something about killing her if she ever did that again. Gaara got a basket and picked out some of the families favorite foods. As he was coming out of the market, he saw a most peculiar young woman. He stared for a moment. She had blue makeup and dark brown hair. He knew that she couldn't be from around here. That face paint of hers gave her away. He cocked an eyebrow. Where was she from? He had never seen a person who looked like that before. He knew of Kankuro's purple facepaint but this was so different...maybe it was a new fad? Gaara had always been puzzled by odd fads and things of the like. He didn't see the point of getting all dolled up. Then agian, he didn't have to try to look like a doll. His skin was perfect and porcelain, his hair always stayed it's perfect, slightly spiky way, and his eyes always glimmered. He looked like a little baby doll. He walked up to the girl and couriously studdied her. She was a slight bit taller than him and smelled like flowers. "Hmp....What is your name girl?" he tried to sound a little more grown up than he was. His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. He looked her over. "Your not from here are you." it wasn't a question, more of a statement. He liked her. She seemed diffrent and was getting the evil eye from most people. or was that him they were glaring at? He studied the girl further in a strange way..

Celia gasped out of breath in the middle of a small forest. She needed to sit, get a drink, some food would be nice. Leaning on a tree she stopped to catch her breath. They aren't chasing me any more are they? Still breathing heavily she looked back in the direction she had come and focused her hearing to listen for any noise that was out of place from the normal forest noises. She breathed a sigh of relief when there was silence. But as she let out the sigh a faint noise pricked at the edge of her hearing. Than she heard footsteps breaking branches and dried leaves.
"Time to run again..." She muttered to herself. She slipped out of the forest and found herself confronted with what seemed to be a huge desert, at least that's how it seemed to her heart and body that were growing desperate from always being on the run. No one was ever kind to her, an outcast. And who would be.
her first step crunched beneath her feet, Until hours, maybe days. She was running on nothing now, but the desperate escape brought her to another village...

Glancing around her as she stepped cautiously into the village she felt glares from all around her. Something about her appearance must be setting the people off, did she look horrible from her run through the desert? Was it her makeup? Or maybe it had gotten out that she was out in the world. . . She kept looking around trying to find one friendly face, find someone willing to help her out, instead of run her out of town. Suddenly a voice piped up behind her that seemed gruff, than sort of squeaked at the end, but on the first syllable that was so close to her she had jumped and spun around to face him.
A boy that wasn't much shorter than her, and who seemed to be about her age was staring at her with a basket in one hand. "I'm... I'm Celia." She stumbled a little getting the phrase from her mouth, unsure if it was safe to tell this stranger her name. Most people had run her out before asking her name, or had asked it and than run her out. She fidgeted under his piercing gaze. "No.. I'm not."

Celia blinked in surprise at the first compliment she'd ever heard directed towards her. Usually there were challenges. "Th-Thank you." She felt a little flustered, not knowing what else to say, than he was inviting her over for dinner, and offering her a place to stay. before she could say anything more he was off collecting food and than heading to what she could only assume was his home. She rushed after him to catch up and follow the strange boy. No one had ever reacted to her in this way before.
Looking over the house in awe, she was about to thank him again, when in another whirlwind of speed , at least it seemed that way to her. She was pulled into the house, caught his name briefly, Garra. Than was happily offered a bed, and a share of what she assumed was his sister's clothes.
"Thanks." She managed to say before he was back out the door to help with cooking. She sat down on the bed her head spinning.
I'm not going to tell anyone what I can do, she swore to herself. Someone is finally not sensing it, or challenging me, or seeing me heal in action. They're treating me kindly, and I'm not going to ruin that. She made the fierce promise to herself, and than went in search of a bathroom. She badly needed water. Finding it she turned on the sink and ran her hands under the cool water and splashing it on her face. Than she cupped her hands again and drank several times. The water felt fantastic on her parched throat, but it did make her realize quite how weak she was feeling. No healing though Celia, you don't want to give anything away.
She took a deep breath and headed back to the one room she had been offered to stay in. Sitting down and resting would do her just as much good. She carefully replaced her makeup, and than closed her eyes to rest until dinner.

Gaara ran back up the stairs seeing as Temari no longer needed him. He wanted to talk to this strange girl. "I can't help but notice you have a good bit of chakra. Are you a ninja? If you are you'll feel at home with us. Were the best ninjas in the billage of sand." He smiled proudly. Kankuro then walked in. "New guest Gaara?" "Yes." Gaara said beaming. "I like the makup." Kankuro complemented. "My name is Kankuro. I'm Gaara's older brother. The girl is Temari, our older sister. He's Gaara. The baby of the family. And you are?" "Her name is Celia." Gaara said. Kankuro nodded. "Hello then Celia. And welcome to our home." Kankuro stared at her. "You do medical Jutsu don't you? Heal yourself child! You might like Temari. She's pretty good at medical jutsu herself."

Her eyes flicked open sharply as Gaara's footsteps could be heard coming back to the room. OH NO! It's going to happen again... A look of sadness crossed her face when he asked. "No, I'm not a ninja. I -" She cut off as Kankuro walked in, a guy with some very strange makeup on. "Uh thanks. Yours too..." Yours too? She yelled at herself, Everything is so strange here! Why are they being so welcoming, what's with his makeup? What are they even talking about! "Nice to meet you all." She replied in a quiet tone. She was terrified inside, but outside she would just seem shy, quiet. She was about to answer the name question When Gaara replied for her, and her face turned to a look of horror as Kankuro hit what she was going to try to keep secret right on the head in the next things out of his mouth.

"I.. I ..." Celia swallowed trying to think fast. Firstly she hardly knew anything about jutsu or chakras, though she'd heard several people mention them before she'd been run out of the multiple towns she had visited. She'd kind of been living in the wild for so long...
"I don't know much." She decided on. It couldn't hurt to heal herself now that they already knew... She closed her eyes and her hands at her side in fists began to glow. Slowly, the cuts and scrapes she'd gained when fleeing from the last town healed up, and when she opened her eyes her entire body had relaxed and she felt revived. A small smile came to her lips. "Thank you for allowing me to do heal myself, it is always a refreshing feeling."

Gaara and Kankuro gaped at her. Kankuro smiled. "That is SO cool!!!!!" "Your better than Temari." Gaara said this with his mouth slightly hanging open. "I bet this is why you don't have a home. Power like that is coveted by many." Gaara smiled. "You don't have to worry while your here. We also have to his." Kankuro was the one speaking. "Gaara has...power you could call it...that people chase him for as well. The want to take it as their own."

"I... am?" Her eyes widened. "You are all okay with it? People usually run me out of villages when I show that power." She lowered her eyes, ashamed at having spoke out her opinion on the cruelty of people. "Thank you for accepting me though." She looked up again, glancing at both of them to acknowledge them. "I'm sorry that you've been chased to Gaara. It's not very fun."

Gaara smiled. "I've not been chased since a few months ago. My jutsu is to harm people, not to save them. Their is danger to the men who peruse me." Kankuro laughed at how gay that sounded. "Wow Gaara men persue you? Mmmm...your a pretty man aren't you." Gaara glared. "Not like that moron."

Celia nodded, listening to the story, but her mouth parted slightly when they mention jutsu's again. It was as if she wanted to say something, but didn't quite have the words to flow from her mouth. There's that word again! She thought. But as they continued a slight giggle escaped from her lips. "I'm sure its not that way." She put in calmly, though amusement still tweaked at her eyes.

Gaara used his best gay guy voice. "Girl you know them boys come runnin when they see this..ummmhmm..." Gaara chuckled.

Celia knew enough to catch the drift, and she laughed. it wasn't a very loud laugh, it was kind of in between a chuckle and a giggle. "I'm sure they do, you better be super careful." She took a deep breath and caught a whiff of the food cooking downstairs. "Oh!" Her eyes brightened, "That smells delicious."

Gaara smiled and talked normally agian. "I helped cook it too!" he said excitedly. "I'm sure you'll like it. I'm not a bad cook." Kankuro laughed. "See he is gay." Kankuro teased. "O...sure...whatever." Gaara said rolling his eyes.

"Denying is agreeing, and not denying is agreeing." Celia sing songed, "You better be careful what you say Gaara. You're brother seems to want to make sure ypu're gay." She swept out the door excited. "I can't wait to eat, I'm so hungry!" She followed her nose to the kitchen.

Gaara laughed. "So I guess either way I'm gay eh? O well." he went down and smelled the food hungrily following the scent. "Mmmm...potatoes."

"Apparantly so." She smiled when he entered the kitchen. She'd followed her nose to it and was now watching Temari finish up the last bit of the cooking and setting the table. Celia fidgeted a bit. "Is there anything I can do to help. You all are being so kind to me, and you don't even know me. I feel like I'm intruding..."

((omg you have a baby yan! Sooo cool! ^^))

Gaara smiled and so did Temari. "Don't worry about it! We love to have guest!" she fixed a plate and handed it to Celia. She also handed a plate to Gaara and Kankuro, then fixed one for herself. "Eat up!"

(i know!! !i'm super excited! )

"Oh... okay thank you." Celia took the plate and looked down at it. It seemed like a huge amount of food to her. Some delicious smelling fish, spiced potatoes that made her mouth water, some vegetables and noddles. And there was even a little bit of fruit! She took a seat and bit in to the first delicious bite. "This is so delicious." She felt like she was going to cry from their kindness. Her stomach was growling in pleasure, it hadn't been fed in so long.

Gaara gulped down his meal very quickly and begged for seconds. Temari laughed and gave everyone more food. "Eat, eat! So you'll stay strong!"

Celia politely accepted the second plate, though her body would knock her out later from over feeding. The free food was such an amazing relief and she couldn't help herself from finishing off the second plate. "Thank you very much. I haven't eaten this well in weeks."

Everyone looked at her. "Well that was just the meal we still have dessert. Ya know." Temari sat a large steaming piece of apple pie in front off all of them. Gaara and Kankuro finished it all in about five minutes.