Post by Cecille de Val Royeaux on May 28, 2012 19:56:21 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Cecille Allard de Val Royeaux
Race: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Val Royeaux, Orlais.
Residence: Val Royeaux, Orlais.
Affiliation: The Orlesian Empire, specifically Celene.
Occupation: Noblewoman/Archer.
Religion: Andrastian.
COMBAT
Class: Rogue.
Character Stats:
(You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic:
Cunning: 2
Gear:
- Leather armor. (Described in appearance)
- Bow and arrows.
- A pair of daggers.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Cecille has long, silky hair that weaves down her back in thick chocolate-colored curls. She usually lets her hair flow naturally, although when she is firing her bow she prefers to pin it in some way to keep it from messing up her shot. She has a gorgeous pair of meadow-like green eyes that are full of life. She has dark skin that is a mixture of naturally and days in the outdoors practicing with her bow. She has plump, full lips accompanied by a smile.
Cecille has a full, hourglass-like figure and she knows how to use it. She is physically in-shape allowing herself to hold her own in a fight. Outside of battle or in battle, she makes her nobility clear. Outside of battle she wears regal robes and gowns with expensive accessories. In battle, her attire is not much different. She wears noble-looking leather armor dyed an dark forest green.
Personality: Cecille does not think she is beautiful, she knows it. She has an air of regality around her that she makes sure everyone realizes with her powerful smile and ambitious eyes. One might say that Cecille is full of herself; she sees it as understanding her power and utilizing it for what it is worth. She shows her pride with elegance and class rather than imposing it on those around her. If she thinks she is better than you, she will subtly tell you.
Cecille, however, is not a wicked witch. She gives credit where it is due, and is quite friendly to those around her. Cecille bases her reactions to people based on effort and hard-work instead of solely considering political status. She is fair and honest in her judgment and is not the kind of girl to withhold her thoughts. If you cross her, Cecille will easily forgive but she will not easily forget. Cecille will initially have a small fit before quietly forgiving and moving on. She will evolve as time goes on.
HISTORY
Cecille was born in Val Royeuax in 9:17 on the 7th day of Eluviesta to a Baron of Orlais and his wife. Her father was quiet, analytical man while her mother was a loud, obnoxious woman led by her political ambitions. Both of Cecille's parents were players of the Orlesian game and they were a conniving pair who were not always on the same side. The couple were a fair-weather duo that aided the other only when necessary and hurt each other when they felt it would help them. Their marriage was littered with "affairs" and scandals often created by the other to trip up the opposing parent. Cecille struggled to avoid their game, but often failed.
Cecille sought a way to avoid thinking about the game. This manifested itself in archery. When Cecille was around fifteen years old, she decided to skip studying with her tutor and instead wandered their home in search of something else to occupy her time. She stumbled upon a tiny, unused archery room. Curious, Cecille tested one of the bows and immediately took an affinity for it. Her tutor discovered her there and decided to make archery a part of her daily studies. Her parents rarely kept their eye on her, allowing her to sneak to the archery room often. Cecille spent all of her time studying or firing the bow. Whatever the case, she wanted as little to do with the game as she possibly could.
She continued the studying/archery system until she had turned 20. Her mother and father had been arguing continuously, and a permanent rift had slowly begun to form between the two of them. Cecille was not ignorant; she knew this would end badly for one of her two parents. One could have the other killed and wash away all the blame by pointing at someone else. Not only would this eliminate the other parent, but also eliminate the noble they shoved the blame on. Cecille knew it'd be best to keep her guard up, should one of them decide she'd be a worth wile pawn in their strategy.
Soon enough, Cecille's fears came to light. Her parents left to a masquerade one day, leaving Cecille behind to practice her archery. Cecille's parents returned earlier than usual that night, on account of her father becoming sick. He did not survive to see the next day. He had been poisoned, and her mother's hands were now covered in his blood. Despite the fact her mother never confirmed to her that she was the true killer, Cecille had no doubts in her mind that her mother had done it. Sure enough, a few days later rumors were being spread that another noble had done it. Cecille was not quite sure what to feel. Her father had barely raised her, but he was still the one who had created her.
She had little time to consider his death before more ill news came. Her mother had gone off to another party and met her own demise. It became clear to Cecille that the game moved through Orlais quicker than anticipated and her mother had been eliminated before she could claim new power. Cecille was now the sole member in the Allard family estate. Cecille managed the estate as best she could, all while trying to avoid death due to the game.
With the start of the civil war, Cecille decided to put her loyalties with the current Empress Celene, albeit silently with Gespard's take-over of Val Royeaux.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Addy.
Contact: AdenziaStarglaze@hotmail.com!
Roleplay Experience: Uhhh... I've RPed on and off for 7 years and I've done a variety of roleplay. I have the most experience in fantasy roleplay.
Language(s): English and a little Spanish.
How did you find us?: Proboard support!
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: This is something a wrote about my Worgen Rogue on WoW for my guild. Woo.
Her image was the epitome of perfection. Her hair was both the color and quality of a precious onyx. Her fierce ruby orbs matched her smiling, painted lips. Her black hair rested daintily on her shoulder, sliding down all the way to her hips. His favorite part about her, however, was her glacial, silky-smooth, pale skin. It was almost like she herself was a precious gem.
To him, she was flawless; the object of his affections. She was the only one who honestly deserved it. No other woman had impressed him with her silky words and whimsical grace as quickly as she had. His love for her had struck him as hastily as an arrow. He could not quite explain the glowing radiance he felt emitting from her.
He smiled back at her as he clasped her hand gently on his knee. Even her name had the perfect ring to it. "Lucella." He sighed softly. "You are the loveliest creature I have ever laid my eyes on." He ran his free hand through her dark hair. Lucella glanced down to his hand, her ice-cold cheeks turning a light red. "You flatter me, my dear." She whispered timidly. Walter rolled his eyes as he rested his finger under her chin, pushing it up gingerly. "My dear, I have told you before. You may simply call me Walter." Lucella looked at him quietly before nodding obediently.
He stood up, gently tugging Lucella up with him. "My dear, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight?" Lucella smiled towards him as she slowly rose from her seat. "Of course; thank you for the offer." She bowed gracefully, but he simply shook his head and let go of her hand. "Ahhh, my dear, the formalities, as I have pressed before, are unnecessary." He smirked, slowly tracing his hand across her cheek. "It is quite adorable, though. Now, I will allow you to prepare yourself, simply meet me at my home in an hour." Lucella nodded, bowed, and went off.
Walter sat quietly in the dining room as he waited for his fair maiden to finally appear. He glanced around quietly in silent anticipation. He already knew this night would be killer.
"I am sorry I am so late, my lord." Lucella gasped as she rushed into the room. "I was preparing myself when I realized I was all out of perfume. I could not come before you without perfecting myself." She said, an enticing smile spreading across her face. He returned the smile, standing up and pulling a chair out across from his own for her. "It is perfectly fine. I would have you nothing less than perfect."
He smiled at his latest jewel between bites of the crisp meal. Something was a bit off this time. There was somewhat of a funny taste to it. He glanced down to the food and frowned. He would have to hire a new cook. His first in-home dinner with his new lady, and the cook makes this? He looked back up at Lucella. She slowly wrapped her mouth around the fork, sliding the bulge of meat gently off the hard metal. After gulping it down, she glazed her tongue over her lips to make sure they were clean.
She was so irresistible. Even the way she ate made him steam. He ran his hand across his forehead. He was perspiring like a woman in labor. Why was it getting so hot? He wiped the sweat off with his sleeve. "My lord, what's wrong?" Lucella asked, concern lighting up in her eyes. He stood up, holding his head. "I-I don't know." He stumbled backwards, knocking the chair over. Lucella quickly stood up, hurrying over to him. "My dear?" She whispered. He blinked furiously. What was going on? "My dear..." Lucella murmured once more. However, this time... there was a different tone to her voice. It sounded almost playful. He tried to focus his eyes on her voluptuous form to no avail. "L-Lucella?" He whispered frightfully. His whole world was spinning and everything was turning black.
"Don't worry. Just stay calm." She rested one hand on his jaw and the other on the back of his head. "W-w-what are you-..." In a few quick motions, Lucella snapped his neck. His muscular body collapsed to the ground. His lifeless eyes peered at Lucella's feet, almost as if he were still watching her icy form in death.
To him, she was flawless; the object of his affections. She was the only one who honestly deserved it. No other woman had impressed him with her silky words and whimsical grace as quickly as she had. His love for her had struck him as hastily as an arrow. He could not quite explain the glowing radiance he felt emitting from her.
He smiled back at her as he clasped her hand gently on his knee. Even her name had the perfect ring to it. "Lucella." He sighed softly. "You are the loveliest creature I have ever laid my eyes on." He ran his free hand through her dark hair. Lucella glanced down to his hand, her ice-cold cheeks turning a light red. "You flatter me, my dear." She whispered timidly. Walter rolled his eyes as he rested his finger under her chin, pushing it up gingerly. "My dear, I have told you before. You may simply call me Walter." Lucella looked at him quietly before nodding obediently.
He stood up, gently tugging Lucella up with him. "My dear, would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight?" Lucella smiled towards him as she slowly rose from her seat. "Of course; thank you for the offer." She bowed gracefully, but he simply shook his head and let go of her hand. "Ahhh, my dear, the formalities, as I have pressed before, are unnecessary." He smirked, slowly tracing his hand across her cheek. "It is quite adorable, though. Now, I will allow you to prepare yourself, simply meet me at my home in an hour." Lucella nodded, bowed, and went off.
Walter sat quietly in the dining room as he waited for his fair maiden to finally appear. He glanced around quietly in silent anticipation. He already knew this night would be killer.
"I am sorry I am so late, my lord." Lucella gasped as she rushed into the room. "I was preparing myself when I realized I was all out of perfume. I could not come before you without perfecting myself." She said, an enticing smile spreading across her face. He returned the smile, standing up and pulling a chair out across from his own for her. "It is perfectly fine. I would have you nothing less than perfect."
He smiled at his latest jewel between bites of the crisp meal. Something was a bit off this time. There was somewhat of a funny taste to it. He glanced down to the food and frowned. He would have to hire a new cook. His first in-home dinner with his new lady, and the cook makes this? He looked back up at Lucella. She slowly wrapped her mouth around the fork, sliding the bulge of meat gently off the hard metal. After gulping it down, she glazed her tongue over her lips to make sure they were clean.
She was so irresistible. Even the way she ate made him steam. He ran his hand across his forehead. He was perspiring like a woman in labor. Why was it getting so hot? He wiped the sweat off with his sleeve. "My lord, what's wrong?" Lucella asked, concern lighting up in her eyes. He stood up, holding his head. "I-I don't know." He stumbled backwards, knocking the chair over. Lucella quickly stood up, hurrying over to him. "My dear?" She whispered. He blinked furiously. What was going on? "My dear..." Lucella murmured once more. However, this time... there was a different tone to her voice. It sounded almost playful. He tried to focus his eyes on her voluptuous form to no avail. "L-Lucella?" He whispered frightfully. His whole world was spinning and everything was turning black.
"Don't worry. Just stay calm." She rested one hand on his jaw and the other on the back of his head. "W-w-what are you-..." In a few quick motions, Lucella snapped his neck. His muscular body collapsed to the ground. His lifeless eyes peered at Lucella's feet, almost as if he were still watching her icy form in death.
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