Name: Cecilia Levesque
Gender: Female (Fully)
Race: Tiefling

::Appearance::

A young female, seemingly in her late teens, or early twenties, and often acting like it. She stands taller than the average female, at five feet, seven inches. Blonde hair frames a porcelain-skinned, freckled face. An ivory colored horn pokes from the depth of her hair, curling from the left side of her head, to point behind her. Where a right horn should be, is nothing but a small remnant protruding from the same place as the other on that right side, the horn seeming to have been lopped off. Obsidian orbs peer with what could only be described as curiosity about herself, those orbs often slightly glazed with the look of one who has been drinking. She moves with an easy grace, like a great cat, while also holding a look of being an imposing woman.

Her clothes tend towards tighter, flexible materials, allowing for quickened movement. Those clothes cling to her hour-glass figure, accentuating her curves in an eye pleasing manner. A silvered flask seems constantly at her side; the outside of the flask decorated with various gemstones.

Her speech is heavily accented and slurred, riddled with sailors' cant and such colloqualisms.


Height: 5'7''
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: Athletic; Toned; Hour-glass
Hair: Blonde
Skin: Porcelain
Eyes: Obsidian orbs
Features: Freckles sparsely over each cheek

An amulet of Helm's watchful eye graces her neck at all times.

-Theme: Pet by A Perfect Circle-
Don't fret precious, I'm here. Step away from the window. Go back to sleep.
Lay your head down, child. I won't let the boogeyman come.
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums. Pay no mind to the rabble.
Head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind what other voices say. They don't care about you, like I do.
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice, and other poison devils. They don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons.
I'll be the one to protect you from, a will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from, your enemies and your choices, son.
One and the same, I must isolate you. Isolate and save you from yourself.
Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order and count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum.
The boogeymen are coming. Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drum.