Seras Cherrytree

Portrait
Description
Her long wavy hair is orange-blonde. Her eyes are no longer innocent, taking on a sadness that comes with acceptance. Despite her youth, small scowl lines are beginning to show.  Her face is still pretty, but not overly "beautiful."

She walks with a limp as she drags her left foot.  Her left leg can hold her weight, but she may have lost feeling in it, no longer able to run.

Her breasts are normal sized, by that, I mean they are probably smaller than the average Sinfarian.  She is small waisted and hipped(though as in real life, her hips ARE wider than her breasts.)  She is of average height, and build, with a bit of body fat here and there, a cute little belly which doesn't stick out too much, and maybe a "muffintop" if she were to ever wear pants. (so all in all, she is an average woman, by non-sinfarian standards.  Though her time in Sinifer is starting to make her think she's fat.)

She prefers to wear clothing the color of the sky, but could be convinced out of her comfort zone if adequately convinced.

Her scent is that of fallen leaves, and of a tranquil forest glade.

She may have cat-fur on her clothing.

Name: Seras Cherrytree
Race: Elf
Age:130
Class: Druid/Cleric
Deity: The spirits of nature

She is somewhat naive when it comes to social-graces, distrusting of others and almost hateful of technology.  

Lights:

Red: PVP, Penises, Violence, the un-natural, normal reds

Yellows:  anything not otherwise listed

Greens: Women, cuddles, longterm rp, friendship, romance and especially nature rp, TAILS!

(OOC: I'm a tell-friendly player.  Most lights are negotiable.  If your player treats her negatively, I won't take it personally unless you take it to far.)

Themesong:
"They" - Jem
















History(read if you'd like.  no metagaming please, though liberties may be taken as what you believe to be obvious):

A Young elf, trying to find her way in the world.  Her parents hoped that she would be a druid and follow in their ways, to be at one with nature, but though she feels natures call, the life of a druid was not for her.

Her name, Seras Cherrytree came from the tree under which she was birthed. As a result, she shares a special bond with the trees which share her name.

She's tried many professions, never finding one that "fits."

For the past few decades, she's been trying to learn the ways of the cleric, but with none to teach her, save for the lessons her parents taught her, it was rather slow going at first.

She doesn't believe in a particular god, but finds god-like spirits in all life.  It is they to which she prays.

As for her actual age, she believes it to be 126(now 130), an age at which she was told she must have chosen her clear path in life.

Addendum:
A few years ago, Seras happened upon the city of Sinifer.  She made a few friends, including a group of foolhardy mercenaries/adventurers/merry-makers, and a man who shared his secret with her.  She made gold while assisting the Adventurers as a cleric, as she made friends with many of those within the city.  Due to an unfortunate circumstance, she grew entrusting of most males, a notable exception being Fawkes.

As time went on, the Adventuring group began to move on without her as she listened to the call of the spirits, doing her best to aid life in the region.  She stayed in the Sinifer area for some time until an incident where she became protective of her friend Fawkes.  An argument with a woman became a fight, and Seras transformed into her panther form, pinning the woman down; in retaliation (or self-protection) the woman shot Seras in the belly.  As Fawkes dragged Seras to the Sinifer hospital, he told her that her actions did nothing to help him, she had instead made things worse.

Seras healed slowly but never fully recovered.  Due to nerve damage, she was left with a limp of her left leg, never being able to run again.  Saddened and disabled, she left to wander the forests again, relying even more on her Panther-sister.

She never thought to return to the city of memories, both good and bad until the spirits revealed the news to her:  The ancient tree within the city had grown silent.
Player:piketon
Gender (Visually):Female
Race (Visually): Human