<strong><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:<br/>(http://x46.xanga.com/470c40302763247447929/b6035604.jpg)<br/><br/>Background</span></strong><br/>You guessed it. Kalima is her name and belly dancin' is her game. Now mind you, Kalima wasn't always her name. She started off as Celestia Warren, a small town girl growing up in the middle of Boonies, Michigan. Unlike her counter parts, Celest knew that hardwork paid limitedly. Her father and mother being farmer's with small town ideas about sex, drugs, alcohol, how a 'little lady' should act, what a young girl should wear. Celest shrugged off her mother and fathers views when college hit.<br/><br/>It wasn't hard for her. She had tried pot when she was in high school, out back behind the gym. She had tried a little liquor at her graduation party. She had had sex for the first time at prom with her long time boyfriend, who she slapped and dumped the same night after flipping her and trying to take her up the ass. Needless to say that the fog horn was amusing, and she thanked her father for putting it in her bag. That was the one time she was truly grateful to her domineering father. So when the oppertunity to try al this and more, in greater and much more frequent quantities hit. She did, and it just didn't appeal to her.<br/><br/>What did was the night she went with an entire group of her gal and guy pals to the strip club, on ametuer night no less. A dare was laid and Celest took it and ascended to the stage. There the song Voodoo by Godsmack played and Celest let her hips sway with the music, shaking her ass and tits to the crowd. She walked away winner to the contest, and $300 bucks in ones, fives, tens, and two twenties. The manager pulled her away from her friends and asked her if she wanted a job.<br/><br/>And from there, she had a job that paid good, and could get her lingerie for nothing. It didn't help her though when she came home from college in the summer and her mother found out about it. The fight that broke out left Celest with an apartment close to campus and an estranged, non-talkative relationship with her parents. She didn't care. She was free of them and the small town roots and beliefs. She grinned when the though hit her.<br/><br/>Now, graduated, she tried the nine to five. She hated it. Quit, but lost her job and slept out of her car, using the showers at work before and after each performance and a couple of days in between. She still did dancing on the side, but she learned to belly dance truly, from internet access at her friends places when she stayed there.<br/><br/><br/>____________________________________<br/>I like the idea of Haibane finding each of us for a specific talent that we have. But I like the idea of us being homeless and broke to start. The stealing cars to start would be lovely. I know I said Celest has one, but I can say that it's a junker and it dies or something as her first post. The travel around in trains as we fear that our license plate would be spotted is another wonderful idea. People still ride the rails in this day and age. The modern tech would pose as a perfect adversary and conflict component as well for the plot. I could also see the three as lovers, equal lovers, is another possibility. You don't see it except in porn. But it would have to be a developed thing, like they all start off as just friends, but they like fantasize about one another, and eventually it leads to a big sex scene of some kind. Then they could just become a lover's triangle, but in a good and complete way instead of the ass jacked he's screwing her on the side of her screwing another dude. You get what I'm saying? They're all lover's equally.<br/><br/><br/>As for Haibane becoming the leader, I say that it's one of those, Charlie's Angels sort of thing... except Haibane's Demons. They never really see who it is but all they get is a voice on their cells, that Haibane pays for so that he/she, I can't remember right now, can get a hold of them. That would make Haibane older, I think.