Cleo Holliday

Age: Looks 28 is really 98

Face Claim: Melanie Scrofano

Species: Niveis

Personality Traits

Positive Traits: Pure, Compassionate, Brave | Negative Traits: Impatient, Stubborn, Sharp-tongued

Cleo was born at the wrong time in Moira's life, Moira was way too young to raise a child, selfish as it seems Moira wanted to accomplish many things before she ever had a child. Moira was a initia, she came from a strict upbringing, her family was a high noble family and a scandalous pregnancy such as this would be a disgrace. But Moira felt like an awful person leaving the tiny baby girl at the front steps of an orphanage crushed the heart of Moira. Cleo was left in a straw bassinet with a necklace engraved with her name, she was now a lost cause to the people who would take care of her.

As Cleo grew up it was evident that she was vastly different then other children around her, her veins red all along her body is what people saw first, it made Cleo closed off and harsh but it also taught how to show compassion to the others who were different just as she was. Cleo was the first to defend herself, she would fight other kids in the orphanage or school, she was never afraid. Definitely the problem child, Cleo had thick skin for the longest time until primary school was gone and she was sent to an all girls school when she reached her teen years.

Verbal blows became more worse; Cleo was locked in dark rooms, pushed into things or down stairs, clothes stolen, hair cut. Cleo couldn't' take it anymore. She was in the locker room having a fit of rage boil up inside her, sweet eyes now filled with red hot rage. Cleo erupted into a ocean of fire and let everything around her burn as she screamed out every ounce of pain she buried down. The hurt and sadness, the rage and vengeance she felt was all to much at once. Cleo fell to the ash floor and laid there until she woke up covered in soot.

Cleo walked around the surviving wood and furniture in shame, fear was what she felt, to scared to see if anyone was below the mistake she made so Cleo ran off. She ran and ran with nowhere to go, Cleo became apart of a small street kid group, loving how it was close knit and no one cared where anyone came from or what the other looked like. Cleo fought with her phoenix side for days, trying to repress it as best she could. Cleo would have outbursts and everytime she did she was off to the next place as quick as she could. Cleo lived a nomadic life for the longest time, always alone.

When Cleo reached her twenties she was living in a small town in Wyoming, working in a small bar along the highway, things were going good for Cleo. She found a place to live and have her out bursts, how to control them and her temper. Cleo hated herself for the longest time: she drank, she partied, she had terrible one night stands, got in fights with drunken customers, she participated in side business with the town's richest man. Augustus Whitehill. Gus had Cleo under his thumb making her his mistress, the town pariah, but Cleo didn't care. As long as she could hide behind the shame of being a mistress than a monster Cleo gladly took it.

Cleo was working the closing shift when a mystery man walked in catching her eyes, he sat at the bar and flirted all night long with Cleo whom flirted right back which was something of a part she played well. When Cleo walked out with him arm in arm towards her car when a sharp cold pain was felt in her side. Hitting the wet asphalt Cleo gasped in pain, looking up at this main who stood over her with a sickening grin. " foolish, foolish phoenix.. You got too comfortable, too naive! I had been watching strut around like the filth you are! " The man came down with the dagger again but Cleo rolled over out of the way kicking his knee in before standing up and running as fast as she could.

Cleo held her side trying to stop the bleeding, she winced in pain hiding behind a tree to catch her breath before carrying on. She didn't understand what was happening, petrified and desperate Cleo tried to find it in her to defend herself but she felt like she deserved this. Looking behind her she saw nothing. Cleo took this opportunity to run, but before she could she was pulled back by her hair, a sharp sting in her neck was all it took for Cleo to see black. When she woke up she was lying on the ground binded up in chains and zip ties, linked to a heavy stone, groaning she tried to burn it all but she couldn't do a thing. Feeling helpless Cleo screamed and screamed until she heard a laugh, the same man came over to her and kicked her in the side. " Shut up! You will die the way your kind killed my family! "

Cleo was dragged by her hair to the edge of a cliff and was ruthlessly thrown off, her body hit the icy water, Cleo tried to break free, but the devil waters weakened her and filled her lungs, her stomach. It was torture. Dying was torture. Having to rebirth over and over was a unbearable pain she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. The last time Cleo died she woke up in the water with the ability to breath, she wasn't sure she was dreaming but Cleo wasted no time freeing herself. On instinct ice came from her hands and her binds were broken, confused Cleo broke the shackles on her ankles and swam to the surface.  

When Cleo Swam back up to the surface she notice how agile and graceful it came to her, she was like a fish: breathing so easily, wings on her back that were cold as snow and blue as a rare gem. Walking out of the water Cleo sat on the ground spent, trying to figure out a plan. One that led her to Scotland. Cleo traveled there and got a job working as a barmaid, she spent her next years there taking the last name of the old man who worked there. She went from Cleo to Cleo Holliday, the granddaughter of the towns crazy old man. It was easier to blend in that way. But the old man had taken in many supernatural beings, he worked for the Ailward Guard for many years.

One day while Cleo stocked the bar a group of people came in, a woman with such leadership sat down and ordered a drink before telling Cleo how they were the same, Niveis'. Cleo had never even had time to learn of her once phoenix side but now she had this new blood, one that scared her. Anivia stayed til closing and helped Cleo do her tasks while teaching her and explaining just what Niveis was. What Anivia had plans for something much bigger and Cleo wanted to be apart of something like that, it was her dream to do so. Her whole life she wanted more, to be more, to go back in time and tell her younger self change your path.

When Anivia offered Cleo to join this movement she wasted no time in packing her stuff and following Anivia and the others to new places, she trained with the tribe learning her new found abilities and hand to hand combat; something she was good at. Cleo was a warrior. Swearing her allegiance to Anivia and the tribe wanting to defend once more just like she had all those years ago before she went down the path of destruction. With a family she never had Cleo was on a new path that she had hope would be filled with greatness.