Ceres [Cleric]
Oct 17, 2014 2:16:11 GMT
Post by ceres on Oct 17, 2014 2:16:11 GMT
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Ceres
GROUP
Ylisse
AGE
25
BIRTHDAY
October 29th
WEAPON
Healing Staff
CLASSES
Cleric, Mercenary, Lord, Troubador
POSITIVES
Provocative, Charming, Strategic, Charismatic, unwavering, unflappable, humble.
NEGATIVES
Ambitious, zealous, scheming, deceptive, ruthless, holds a grudge, single minded.
BIO
The middle daughter of Duke Superior's household, Ceres was born into a life of leisure and luxury with horizons that were simply limitless. But, that could not help the young Ceres from growing resentful of her sisters, the older, smarter, cuter Celeste who was always the favorite and the ever bratty Victorie who whined and complained her way to the center of attention. So she distanced herself, more than happy to be the pretty wallflower as she focused on her studies and idle fancies that were not connected to competing for attention from her father or mother. Or listening to her sisters blather about whatever vapid thing it was they were doing that day, be it jousting or courting some noble boy.
She naturally drifted towards the theological side of her studies, the child, then the teenager and finally the young adult finding herself lost in the eternal words of Exalts and Saints of old. From the histories of the ancient kingdom of Akaneia, the Hero King Marth, all of the bloodlines of the royal houses and enough information to cement herself as an ardent believer in what Ylisse was supposed to be as the people dedicated to Naga's glory.
She would slowly work her way back into the life of a proper noblewoman, ever soft spoken and delicate. Quick to give a word of praise and she seemed to be genuinely interested in what was being spoken to her, even if she was far more likely to talk sweetly of some religious aspect than she was to chitter about idle gossip like many of the pretty songbirds in court. Though, to be utterly honest, this reemergence into the courtly life may have been out of spite against her sisters, she didn't need life handed to her like Celeste or to roll in the mud like Victorie to be better than them, and she was going to prove it. Because honestly, Naga would not have granted her such wonderful gifts and potential for them to be squandered, she had been groomed to take lead, all by her own efforts.
But much of this changed after the second coming of Grima, and with the loss of the Exalt and the utter lack of action taken following her death and the essential shakedown of Ylisse's structure of government. She became bitter with her father that he had not committed more forces to the fight, and disillusioned with the other noble houses as the throne of her country had been passed on to a steward while nobles and ladies squabbled to abuse something that was a duty to the people of Ylisse, not a mere crown. And this frustration with her father turned to anger, her distress in the failure of those around her to rage, and that rage developed into a drive fueled by righteous fury. And her mounting dissatisfaction with always being nothing more
It was a stormy night when she finally fled from her home, hot tears in her eyes and a fire in her chest as she slipped into forests that surrounded her father's keep. They had had their last fight, Duke Superior's middle daughter cursing his name and damning him for making her complacent in the corruption of their homeland. It had been a clean escape, the young woman slipping into the countryside of Tylis, her mind set on freeing Ylisse from the darkness that sits at it's heart.
And the most natural way of doing that? By scouring the oppressive forces that squabble for a throne they could never live up to, for only the purest of heart can be bathed in Naga's flame and prove themselves worthy to lead Ylisse anew.
OTHER
Ceres is currently disenfranchised and cut from home, but she has begun to build a following within the countryside, spurred on by her words and charismatic personality she looks to recruit the poor, the oppressed and the zealous to rise up against the Steward and the warring noble families so as to form a new Halidome based upon the principles (Or so she says) of Naga, freedom and equality.
It's quite simply your average cult of personality, bathed in the poison of religious fervor. It is quite hard to tell if she truly believes in the ideals she expounds, but one can expect she is unflappable in her devotion.
Despite having fled into the country side, her family has not announced their daughter's disappearance, possibly out of fear of damaging their reputation or the deluded thought that the young maiden turned prophet is just going through some flight of fancy. Those with the noble inclination are quite likely to know her through association, and whispers of a silver haired cultist promising a new day run like the wind in Tylis.
FACE-CLAIM
LOG HORIZON, Lenessia Erhart Cowen
Ceres
GROUP
Ylisse
AGE
25
BIRTHDAY
October 29th
WEAPON
Healing Staff
CLASSES
Cleric, Mercenary, Lord, Troubador
POSITIVES
Provocative, Charming, Strategic, Charismatic, unwavering, unflappable, humble.
NEGATIVES
Ambitious, zealous, scheming, deceptive, ruthless, holds a grudge, single minded.
BIO
The middle daughter of Duke Superior's household, Ceres was born into a life of leisure and luxury with horizons that were simply limitless. But, that could not help the young Ceres from growing resentful of her sisters, the older, smarter, cuter Celeste who was always the favorite and the ever bratty Victorie who whined and complained her way to the center of attention. So she distanced herself, more than happy to be the pretty wallflower as she focused on her studies and idle fancies that were not connected to competing for attention from her father or mother. Or listening to her sisters blather about whatever vapid thing it was they were doing that day, be it jousting or courting some noble boy.
She naturally drifted towards the theological side of her studies, the child, then the teenager and finally the young adult finding herself lost in the eternal words of Exalts and Saints of old. From the histories of the ancient kingdom of Akaneia, the Hero King Marth, all of the bloodlines of the royal houses and enough information to cement herself as an ardent believer in what Ylisse was supposed to be as the people dedicated to Naga's glory.
She would slowly work her way back into the life of a proper noblewoman, ever soft spoken and delicate. Quick to give a word of praise and she seemed to be genuinely interested in what was being spoken to her, even if she was far more likely to talk sweetly of some religious aspect than she was to chitter about idle gossip like many of the pretty songbirds in court. Though, to be utterly honest, this reemergence into the courtly life may have been out of spite against her sisters, she didn't need life handed to her like Celeste or to roll in the mud like Victorie to be better than them, and she was going to prove it. Because honestly, Naga would not have granted her such wonderful gifts and potential for them to be squandered, she had been groomed to take lead, all by her own efforts.
But much of this changed after the second coming of Grima, and with the loss of the Exalt and the utter lack of action taken following her death and the essential shakedown of Ylisse's structure of government. She became bitter with her father that he had not committed more forces to the fight, and disillusioned with the other noble houses as the throne of her country had been passed on to a steward while nobles and ladies squabbled to abuse something that was a duty to the people of Ylisse, not a mere crown. And this frustration with her father turned to anger, her distress in the failure of those around her to rage, and that rage developed into a drive fueled by righteous fury. And her mounting dissatisfaction with always being nothing more
It was a stormy night when she finally fled from her home, hot tears in her eyes and a fire in her chest as she slipped into forests that surrounded her father's keep. They had had their last fight, Duke Superior's middle daughter cursing his name and damning him for making her complacent in the corruption of their homeland. It had been a clean escape, the young woman slipping into the countryside of Tylis, her mind set on freeing Ylisse from the darkness that sits at it's heart.
And the most natural way of doing that? By scouring the oppressive forces that squabble for a throne they could never live up to, for only the purest of heart can be bathed in Naga's flame and prove themselves worthy to lead Ylisse anew.
OTHER
Ceres is currently disenfranchised and cut from home, but she has begun to build a following within the countryside, spurred on by her words and charismatic personality she looks to recruit the poor, the oppressed and the zealous to rise up against the Steward and the warring noble families so as to form a new Halidome based upon the principles (Or so she says) of Naga, freedom and equality.
It's quite simply your average cult of personality, bathed in the poison of religious fervor. It is quite hard to tell if she truly believes in the ideals she expounds, but one can expect she is unflappable in her devotion.
Despite having fled into the country side, her family has not announced their daughter's disappearance, possibly out of fear of damaging their reputation or the deluded thought that the young maiden turned prophet is just going through some flight of fancy. Those with the noble inclination are quite likely to know her through association, and whispers of a silver haired cultist promising a new day run like the wind in Tylis.
FACE-CLAIM
LOG HORIZON, Lenessia Erhart Cowen
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