Alright! I FINALLY finished her! This is the character I spoke of months ago, wanting to make her one of my main characters (although all our characters are technically NPCs, haha! But you know what I mean!) within the role play. After time and time again of revising her, changing her, and criticizing her, I believe she is finally complete! For now, she will be in Solitude, discussing political matters with the Imperial General. Eeee I am so happy she is complete! I've been working on her since March! I can't wait till she appears in the role play.
I also have my other characters I am working on as well, that will be available for interactions such as battles, quests, and whatnot. Two I've been working on for quite awhile as well: I honestly love them. Anyways, back on track! Here is Celica!
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The Tactical Princess
Name: Noble Princess Celica Alabora
Nicknames: Princess Celica
Birth name: Celica Alabora
Race: Breton [100%]
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 5'6
Weight: 125 lbs
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Laterality: Right Handed
APPEARANCE
Skin/Scale/Fur Color: Fair
Eyes: Light Green
Hair Color/Horns/Ears: Black-Brown
Hair Style/Feathers: Long and Wavy
Build: Slim
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ears
Other:
N/A
APPAREL
Constant Wear: Her usual royal attire: a flowing white dress that is tight at the top and flows downward with the ends a light red translucent design. She wears a red overtop that hangs in the back almost cape-like and over her arms. It adorns gold ends, tassels, and speckles. On her arms, back, and chest, gold thin "armor" curls and intertwines around her body, securing her skin and dress. On those gold designs lilac hues of fabric link the curls together as well as amethyst crystals. She wears golden sandals that wrap upward right below her knees. Other than her gold, red, and lilac jewelry, her golden tiara adorns the top of her divine head as a statement of her authority.
Casual Wear: She wears a fine red dress when staying within the castle. If she leaves though, depending on what she is doing, she wears her royal attire or her armor.
Armor: If she knows she is going into battle - which is usually against her father's demands - she wears light armor designed of silver and gold. Underneath is red protective clothing with gold embroidery. Her hair is let loose, and she replaces her normal tiara with a silver and gold circlet with an amethyst crystal, which is to distinguish herself from the rest of her army. And of course, her red cape.
GEAR
Weapons: Because of her Breton heritage, magic is her true weapon. She never initiates attack unless provoked, to which she will defend herself. Her guards are her main weapons in surprise attacks, but if they are taken down or she initiates combat, she
will stop the enemy. However, she is a spellsword: she uses both magic and weaponry. She owns a royal sword that she had high-class training with. She is no damsel in distress, and isn't afraid to defend her kingdom.
Passed down from generation to generation, a sword bearing the name Terschion is given to the ruler of each kingdom, or the strongest asset of the royal family. Her father wielded the blade for quite some time, before he was injured in battle to permanently disable him from combat. In a ceremony, Celica was blessed with the blade as her rightful weapon in combat. While most of the royal family uses magic for distant attacks safe from range, a royal is not considered completely worthy until the enemy is slain with not magic, but with the royal sword.
Magic (If applicable): With her Breton heritage, she has acclaimed talent for performing the arcane arts. She has a fair balance over all schools, hoping to someday master at least one.
Other: A book, desirable potions, and beauty products.
PERSONALITY AND VOICE
Personality: A woman of honor, she yearns for peace, but is not afraid to stand up for what is right. Her heart is one of gold, but she never allows that to get the best of her when it comes to her duties. Rather, she embraces her kindness and uses it for the greater good. While kind, she will not back down against foes, and if needed, will not show mercy. She has a bit of a temper that can flare when her plans or ideas fail, but she does not let her temper falter her thoughts. She is extremely intellectual, and it is often looked over by her father. Her determination, passion, and courage stands with her, following as an army of change. She is social when need be, but her charisma allows her to be a very likable person: thus, she gains allies rather quickly. However, she can be very serious most of the time, and it often bothers people until they initiate conversation. She is stubborn, but knows when she must step aside. She holds the seven deadly sin of Vanity, so she often feels the need to look beautiful, as well as have other things be beautiful. She will not let this get in the way of battle though, and isn't afraid of things turning ugly.
Fighting Style: If in combat, she is the perfect spellsword: her skills in magicka are strong, as well as her capabilities with a blade. Magicka for range, sword and magicka for close combat. She has not much stealth or stamina, so running away and sneaking away or towards is not an option. However, when in combat with her blade, she usually does not run out of stamina as she uses magicka as well, which in turn, allows her stamina to rise so she may switch to the blade and wait for her magicka to rise. This eliminates the enemy faster. She is certainly no damsel in distress, which she believes every royal should be able to defend themselves. If a royal cannot defend themselves, she believes they are not worthy to carry a kingdom.
Habits:
+ Biting her lip when thinking
+ Having a 'resting b- face' due to her seriousness
+ Making conversation with strangers/being too friendly unintentionally
+ Acting upon vanity
Voice: Lucina - Fire Emblem: Awakening
Likes:
+ Reading
+ Nature
+ Oceans
+ Painting
+ Wealth
+ Beauty
Dislikes:
+ Illness/Poison
+ Ugliness
+ Failure
+ Dislike (Towards Her)
+ Falmer, Werewolves, Spiders, Vampires, Giants, Bandits, Assassins, Thieves, Criminals, Spies, and Traitors.
+ Power-Hungry Individuals
MISCELLANEOUS
Affiliations: Princess of Evermore
Afflictions/Fears:
+ Losing her father
+ Failing her kingdom
+ Unit Deaths
+ Aging quickly
Properties: Castle of Evermore
Job: Government Politics (Princess) and Military Tactician
Combat Skills: She is extremely efficient in combat, as she was trained by the best of the best in the land. While her magicka is not mastered - as it takes years of knowledge and training - her swordsmanship is one of the strongest. She balances her attacks with magic and blade. When her magicka falls, she waits for it to return by fighting with her blade. When her stamina falls, she waits for it to return by fighting with magic. It is a balance that allows many enemies to falter to. She is a royal trained to fight: while she may avoid it, there are times where she will defeat the enemy herself.
Other:
- She blames herself for her mother's death. Ever since that day she forces herself to bear the burden of her passing, despite her father's words. She swore on her life that she would protect her father for the rest of his life. While her father can defend himself, they both know he cannot battle as he used to. This makes her very protective of her father. Many say that day was the day she lost her childhood, and became more serious than ever.
- She takes many situations seriously, but every now and then, can give a joke or laugh. Deep down, she is very sweet and kind. To those she cares and knows well, including the peasants of the kingdom, she is warm and sweet to. Outside of her kingdom's borders, she is cold.
- Beauty is important to her. It never truly was, until the passing of her mother. No one truly knows why, but she can be vain at times when it comes to appearances. She indulges in beauty products. However, she does not let her desire falter her in the battlefield. If she must be blood-ridden and mud-scuffed for days without a bath or sight of a hair brush, so be it.
- She fell in love with a knight of her army whose courage and passion could challenge her own. However, he left the kingdom in search for his long lost sister. She still longs for the day to see the man once more, or meet someone like him.
- She is extremely talented in tactical matters, which is why she is the tactician for her army. She became tactician after the Battle of the Red, when the tactician was killed, and she lead the armies during the Battle of the Red.
HISTORY/BACKSTORY
Celica had always been a beacon of light for the kingdom of Evermore. Blessed with quick wit, Celica was a force to be reckoned with at a very young age. She was a curious one: often learning concepts faster than the children of her age. Her wisdom also exceeded many; more than some adults, even. At the ripe age of seven, she began her regal training of the sword and of magic. Her father: a worthy swordsman, trained her the best he could. Her mother: a worthy mage, trained her the best she could. Between training she attended to political matters, prayers, and perhaps leisure time if time permitted. She was introduced to battles early in age, at around age of ten years. As she grew, she learned more from the tactical side, and became a great balance of a fighter and a leader for battle.
Celica revealed her tactical prowess during an infamous battle between a rivaling foe. A spy assassinated their top tactician, leaving the soldiers left with only past guidance. Stepping up, the princess escaped the safety of the castle before giving orders. At first, the soldiers were reluctant to follow her lead. Despite their wariness, they found they had no choice but to accept her. The battle was quickly completed, just as easily as the original tactician would have done. Her father, despite being angered by her escape, was pleased by her heroism.
Over time, Celica developed her intellect, strength, beauty, spiritualism, and wisdom. She became the leading tactician for her kingdom's battles, which pleased the people greatly: including her mother and father. She was a busy bee: between prayers, combat training, and tactics training, she had barely a moment to herself. This she did not mind, though.
At the age of seventeen, on a foggy evening, the haze brought upon a feeling of chills and darkness. The fog lingered with a sense of evil that Celica would not let go. She warned her father and mother, but they simply ignored her warnings of distress. That night, Celica had a terrifying nightmare: one of which she would never forget. A dark swirl of nothingness engulfed the castle and kingdom as she ran for her life. The dark fog continued to chase her, leaving her screaming for help. In front of her was a light calling out to her. It spoke "Let your soul guide you towards brave light... may the light forever dispel the darkness..." Before the princess could reach the light, she woke in a gasp, shaken and startled.
The next few days the feeling continued to linger. The days were gloomy and dark, and Celica would simply not let it go. Thunder boomed overhead, signaling a foreshadowing fate to the kingdom. Shouts of enemies approaching brought the castle guards to chaos. Running to her balcony, the princess looked over and watched the presence approach. An army of hundreds marched in-line, without a fault. They were Orcs. Lead by their power-hungry ruler, he was a crazed man with a lust for power. His people were mere rouge Orcs wanting to live in riches. For years they had never initiated contact: and there they were, leading an army to a war.
The kingdom fell in chaos. Civilians in the town hid or provided supplies. The soldiers gathered quickly as a head tactician lead them the way. Changing her attire to armor, the princess ran down the stairs of her castle, before running into her father and mother. "You must stay here, Celica." Her father spoke, his tone filled with seriousness and wariness. "I cannot, father! I must lead the soldiers! If we wish to win, we need to lead them to victory - not death!" She argued, wielding her Terschion. "You will not disobey. The castle is the safest place. We cannot lose you." He retorted before her mother took her arm. "We must go Celica!" Without a moment to respond, Celica was dragged off by her mother.
They went to the highest tower, almost unreachable by the enemy. However, the army was fierce, and the rouge Orcs prepared ladders to climb the castle walls. They were shot down one by one by archers, but with their heavy armor, they were invisible. Mages came to attack, but had to rid of the Orcs preparing the ladders below before they could climb to reach the others. Two Orcs appeared, breaking the windows and pushing through. They had found two royals, to their excitement.
However, they were not expecting both the women to attack. Celica blocked the swing of an axe with her Terschion as her mother blasted the Orc with fire, penetrating his armor. The other came by as Celica shot him with a fireball, blasting him to the other side of the room. Despite their graceful teamwork, the Orcs were far too strong.
With a swing, the largest creature attempted to cut down the princess when she was fighting the other: instead, with a shout, the queen sacrificed herself. "Mother!!!" There she lay on the floor, crimson painting the surrounding area. "C-Celica..." Fury surged through the princess like no other. Another blow came towards the queen, but prior would be the last. "NO!" Holding her hand forward, the young woman blasted a fierce energy of fire that projected the Orc aside, killing him. As the other Orc came from behind, trying to attack her like the last, she quickly turned around and pierced through his armor with her sword, going all the way through. The Orc fell, allowing Celica to remove her sword.
"Mother!" Rushing to the queen's side, the light of life dimmed. "Oh Celica... I am... so proud... of you..." Her voice was quiet, weak, but loving. "Oh mother please stay with me... I cannot lose you..." Tears shed from the princess's eyes, her hand gently caressing her mother's cheek. A shaky hand lifted and was placed on her hand which touched her face, and a smile appeared on the dark-haired woman's gentle face. "I love you.... and I know... you will always be the brightest soul... this kingdom needs..." Those were the last words of her mother; the Queen of Evermore.
The cries echoed through the broken kingdom. Blame and failure was placed upon the princess's shoulders as her mother lay dead in her arms. But she would not give up. Her passion and bravery was awakened. She could defeat the rouge Orcs. Leaving her mother, she raced down the stairs, her Terschion in-hand, ready to aid the battle. While the threat on the inside of the walls was gone, the Orcs continued to pour in and wreak havoc. Rushing through the fields, she quickly shot down any soldiers that came near her with bursts of flames, as well as slicing anyone who came too close.
The battle was fierce. With the generals at hand, Celica lead them with her tactics to quickly regain what they had lost. The bloody battle raged as the enemy began to lose the advancements. Shouts of orders continued, and the soldiers continued forward. Once advanced enough, Celica found the source of the rouge Orcs: their psychotic leader. No solider could go near him: but Celica found it her duty to do so. She would defeat him.
Their own personal battle was just as fierce. Back and forth, they fought. Cries and grunts of pain exhaled both of them, but neither would give up. And the winning blow - the one which would end the war - was a piecing blow, far stronger than the one in the tower. The blade blazed through the Orc leader, defining the end of the battle.
It was the end.
The screams of the Orc left nothing as he fell to the ground. Before the princess could remove her blade, the rouge Orcs began their retreat, knowing they had lost.
The year to follow was one of rebuilding and hope. Many lives were lost that fateful day, but new lives began with a brighter future ahead. The princess had become a hero of her land, and her mother was memorialized through the hearts of all. The kingdom was restored, as well as the peace and light which followed. The battle was named The Battle of the Red: it signified the bloodshed that occurred, as well as the love the Queen gave in her final moments. Celica had grown mentally, physically, and spiritually through her time, which brought her a higher wisdom she never would've dreamed of. However, she knows she still has far more to learn.
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Wanted to squeeze in an itty bitty post there before bed. So sorry, again, for the rude end to our char.'s little chata there Z. I know you understand
