Post by Cecelia Asher on Nov 20, 2009 17:21:30 GMT -5
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Character's Name:
Cecelia Iris "Cissy" Asher
Age
17
Birthday:
February 9th 1992
Birthplace/Hometown:
Stratford, UK
Gender:
female
Occupation:
student, artist
Ethnicity:
Welsh, English, French and other European races
Physical Profile:
- Cecelia has the flushed complexion of someone who has spent the majority of their life in bitter cold, with pale nearing sallow skin with rosy cheeks and a pink tipped nose and ears. There is a light litter of freckles from the unusual amount of time she has been spending in the sunlight since she'd moved to Gotham stretched across her body, though it's hardly noticeable unless you are up close.
- As far as hair goes, Cissy was quite blessed. She possesses long, flowing waves of auburn locks, with which she can do anything she feels fit.
- Standing at 5'9, Cecelia towers over most women, with a ballerina like figure.
- As far as dress goes, Cissy's style can only be described as "bohemian chic", with an array of earth tones in her wardrobe.
Personality:
When you first meet Cissy you are struck by the dreamy way by which she moves through life. With her head in the clouds and her eyes full of stars, it is obvious to anyone that she is the type of person who spends more time lost in her own mind then paying attention to the world around her. As you may be able to guess, this creates an air of clumsiness and a knack for stepping into dangerous situations, though she won't realize it for some time. Though she is a quiet, soft spoken girl, when she releases her voice, riddled with the accent that comes with life on the English countryside, it is often for reasons or subjects that others don't seem to understand or care about. Her subject matter is often random and hardly ever pertains to the conversation when she first enters it, though she does integrate into the general topic after a few moments time.
When it comes to frightening subjects, Cissy usually approaches the subject with a curiosity, much like a kitten when exploring new territory. She does not fear human kind much, and has no problem with what others consider embarrassing and does not share the same set of frights that a normal human does, but there are several things that simply give Cissy the willies. Among these things are sleet or icy roads, birds and large dogs. However, with the things she is not afraid of, she actually seems quite content with. It is not unlikely to find Cissy sitting with her legs hanging off the side of a fifty-six story building, or walking the streets alone at night in criminal neighborhoods.
What Cissy lacks in common sense, she makes up for in subjects with importance to what life is about. She has a very high set of morals, though she is usually very accepting of those who do not. She believes strongly in the greater good, and has a sweet sort of naivety in the sense that she believes that no one truly means to do wrong, though perhaps her new life in Gotham will change all that.
What Side Is Your Character On?
victi-er...neutral.
Background and History:
The Asher family was once considered a noble and wealthy family before the American Revolution. The modern family descended from a Colonel who, when the war against the new America was lost, was stripped of his title for spying for the other side. The Asher's suffered a poor existence since, even joking about a curse of bad luck, until thirty-three year old Amadeus Asher and his new bride, Emilie struck rich on a patented wireless internet tracker he had invented one night in his basement. Amadeus and his bride immediately took their earnings in order to live a lavish lifestyle, complete with new cars, fine clothing and the most expensive home money could buy.
When Emilie gave birth to their son, Adrian the Asher family rejoiced with the celebration of their new family member, surrounding the child with the all of the best; the best clothes, toys and friends a young boy could ask for.
Soon, the family added another member, a girl this time, Cecelia Iris, named after both of her grandmothers, and the family was complete.
The two children lived a life of the utmost luxury, attending prestigious schools, and learning their talents at young ages, Cecelia excelling in the field of art, and Adrian excelling in academics, and life could not seem more perfect
For years, the family lived in peace and harmony, Adrian heading off to an ivy league American college, with no trouble at all until one night in December, while returning home from a Christmas charity function, the family crashed due to a patch of black ice in the road, killing Amadeus instantly, leaving Emilie bleeding and an unharmed sixteen-year-old Cecelia pinned into the back seat of the car.
Cecelia could hardly remember the night, she didn't remember the death of either parents, all she knew was that after that night there was an empty space in her chest that never seemed to be filled.
The "curse" seemed to return, back with full vengence, as Amadeus' business partners robbed the children, having been left with no living will, leaving only enough money for Cecelia to accompany her brother in the America, where he had taken an internship at a company called Wayne Industries.
Any Special Abilities?
Though she is a regular citizen, Cecelia has an excellent eye for art and can paint, draw and photograph beautifully, when the feeling comes to her. (her art is based on that of Audrey Kawasaki)
Pets:
Cissy isn't really a fan of animals
Name of Play By:
Becky Lou Filip
Example Role Play:
Taken from a past rp :
The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with families jostling about, minding their business in a purely mundane way. Children followed closely behind their mothers, flying on tiny broomsticks that reached no more than inches off the ground, men haggled about the price of cauldrons and Ollivander, the town's wandmaker, stood in his window, watching the streets, and, perhaps, waiting for his next appointment. Kaye Anne Dubois-Black watched younger children oggle at the windows of the Weasley's jokeshop, and kids older than she celebrating their new apparating licenses as she walked the streets, her arms full of her bizzare purchaises.
It was Kaye's first trip to Diagon Alley without the assistance of her father, the only other magical member of her family, and she tried to make it as fun as possible. She knew it wasn't much fun shopping alone, espescially for someone who didn't enjoy shopping in the least in the first place. Kaye silently wished that she had brought along a friend; Alley Meadows, perhaps, or Eliza Bryant, both of whom she could tell would be endless ammounts of fun to shop with.
But unfortunately, Kaye hadn't thought of bringing anyone along until it was too late, and she was left to wander the streets of the alley alone. She looked down at the objects in her hand, smiling to herself at the strangeness of them all together, but there they were, two dungbombs, a book about some fellow named gilderoy lockhart (she had never heard the name before, but the cover looked just cheesy enough for her to get a kick out of it), a feathered hat from madam malkin's (colored canary yellow, with puke green feathers), a small, frightened lizard (Kaye named it Bernie; it just seemed to fit the little fellow) used to feed some animal in the petshop, and a sweet, colorful sugarquill all together in her pale arms.
Kaye laughed to herself, almost positive she looked like a nutter as she walked down the street, meeting the curious glances of nearly everyone she passed, humming a little tune as she went, hoping to strike up conversation with someone just as strange as she.
It was Kaye's first trip to Diagon Alley without the assistance of her father, the only other magical member of her family, and she tried to make it as fun as possible. She knew it wasn't much fun shopping alone, espescially for someone who didn't enjoy shopping in the least in the first place. Kaye silently wished that she had brought along a friend; Alley Meadows, perhaps, or Eliza Bryant, both of whom she could tell would be endless ammounts of fun to shop with.
But unfortunately, Kaye hadn't thought of bringing anyone along until it was too late, and she was left to wander the streets of the alley alone. She looked down at the objects in her hand, smiling to herself at the strangeness of them all together, but there they were, two dungbombs, a book about some fellow named gilderoy lockhart (she had never heard the name before, but the cover looked just cheesy enough for her to get a kick out of it), a feathered hat from madam malkin's (colored canary yellow, with puke green feathers), a small, frightened lizard (Kaye named it Bernie; it just seemed to fit the little fellow) used to feed some animal in the petshop, and a sweet, colorful sugarquill all together in her pale arms.
Kaye laughed to herself, almost positive she looked like a nutter as she walked down the street, meeting the curious glances of nearly everyone she passed, humming a little tune as she went, hoping to strike up conversation with someone just as strange as she.
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