ABILITIES xxxSanguinarius - When something (or, more often, someone) Ceacilia loves or protects is threatened, or she feels like they're being threatened, Ceacilia will give off a bloodthirsty aura, undermining her outwardly appearance. It is honed through years of combat and killing, leading those who have not seen combat to be mortified, while those who are more experienced may feel anything from a pair of eyes watching them, to nothing for the experienced veterans.
Celeritas - Her speed and agility are far beyond normal levels. In combat, she can do maneuvers with her body that most people couldn't. Even some people with the same stature as her couldn't complete some of the stunts she does. This, of course, owes to her heritage and training.
Occultatio - When it comes to blending in to her surroundings, nobodies better than Ceacilia. If there are shadows, she can completely extinguish her physical appearance. In the woods, it'd be a hard find, even for experienced trackers. With her extremely limited magic, she can conceal her breathing, but only for short bursts, and not too many times in a day.
BIOGRAPHY xxx
Born to a loving mother and father, Ceacilia grew up in a normal home. Loving parents and a few friends in her village, she seemed to have it all. As she grew up, one of the things her parents were sure to teach her was that she could trace her lineage back to the original elves. She always took pride in it, even to the point of giving her a chip on her shoulder. Despite this, she maintained a happy life and a good circle of friends.
Her town was governed by two different factions. One was a peaceful one, using their influence to ensure peace, the other a military power, protecting them from foreign invasion. Of course, they had specific leaders, but Ceacilia didn't care. She knew they would fight and bicker over who had more power, and who should rule more, but she didn't know much more. She was young and carefree. She only learned the basics.
Life was good.
That is, until it all went awry. As it always does. As it goes with most children, Ceacilia had no idea of the secret life her parents kept. More specifically, her father. It even seemed elves fell prey to greed. He had grown complacent with his normal life, and got greedy and power-hungry. In the end, debt bogged his life down, which lead to selling his wife and daughter. Rather, they, as a family, were absorbed into a conglomerate of lords. They had different agendas, backgrounds, and personalities.
It was hell. The conglomerate turned out to be a third faction, separate from the two that governed their home town. Despite her disappearance, no help came. Did her friends not search for her? Worry for her? Did her home town not care? A naive young Ceacilia did not know the ways of the world. She only thought of the fact that they were not being saved. Nobody came.
When they were officially absorbed was the last time Ceacilia would see her family for quite some time. Apparently the lords in the compound saw use for her, and each lord trained her in different things. One taught her to be a maid. She was taught to handle all household chores, serving guests, the rounds. The other lord taught her subterfuge. Due to her heritage, she had a decent magical talent, but not for actual spells. She could hide her presence in any situation. Shadows were, of course, the easiest, but forests, lakes, anything went for her. The third lord that trained her did so in weaponry. She was taught to use all kinds of bladed weaponry, most of it in the exotic group. A fourth lord taught her to survive in the wild-or any environment she found herself in.
Throughout this time, she never questioned any of it. It became normal to her. As time went by, she was taught to assassinate. It seemed she had immense talent for it, though she didn't care for it. After her first assassination, she threw up for a week. She would only carry out two more before all hell broke loose. The conglomerate of lords had been found out. The saviors she had hoped for in the beginning finally arrived, but they were too late. In the confusion, she slipped away, but not before finding her parents behind a shed on the outskirts. These memories would haunt her forever-even today.
She eventually found her way back to her old village. Years had come and gone, yet it remained the same. While her life was turned completely upside down, the village remained the same. The same! She entered with only one agenda and left with it fulfilled. Her old friends and the leaders of each factions found themselves dead before Ceacilia left.
While she wandered the land, a hollow shell of her former self, in search of a place to exist, she would eventually come upon a land called Maronia. While passing through she happened upon a man named Felix. He was young by her standards, but old enough to understand the human world. While she was nothing more than a broken shell of her former self, this man was different. She talked with him for a time and realized they had more in common than she realized. She spent a few years with him, learning of his past and his future plans. Something in him caught her eye. While her pain was on a technically smaller level than his, they had similar pasts. Nobody helped. Nobody cared. So he would do something about it.
When he decided to start his new faction, Ceacilia decided to follow. This man, Felix, with his steely determination and confidence had captured her. Re-ignited her spirit. So, she decided to give him everything. The man who she felt brought her back to the land of the living deserved her abilities. The first time in quite some time, her training would come to use. She decided she would follow Felix anywhere he went. She would put all the hellish training she had been through to use.
I ALMOST FORGOT xxx Loyalty - When it comes to Felix, Ceacilia feels she owes everything. She would lay everything on the line for him, disregarding her own safety, as well as everybody elses'.
Personality - When she doesn't have orders from Felix, she's a maid. She acts and speaks as such. She never forgets her place from her past.
Scars - She has plenty of scars that litter her back an some parts of her legs and arms, though the ones on her back are the only ones that look bad.
Weapons of choice: Naginata for long ranges, Kampilan for single sword fights, dual wielded Butterfly Swords for most normal types of combat, though her normal weapon of choice is the Emeici. This being said, she is trained in most exotic bladed weaponry.
Heritage - She still maintains her pride of being a descendant from the original elves, although she thinks it's a bigger deal than it actually is.
Clothing - While her normal attire is as pictured, when out and about in the kingdoms or on a mission, she wears a large brown coat to hide most of her features.
“A trip is the most fun before one sets out on it. With dogs, the bark and not the bite is more frightening and women are almost always prettier when they are shrouded in mystery. I can never be as pretty as you imagine and I would never do something like that to you. Would it not be better to imagine?”
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