{ Cedrella; don't say if I were you }

[tonks]

Cedrella Evelyn Black

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Please help me if you can, this isn’t what I planned
I guess I don’t expect that you could understand, cause you’re not me

FULL NAME

Cedrella Evelyn Black

NICKNAMES

Ella

AGE

Twenty-three

GENDER

Female

RACE

Elf

SEXUALITY

Bisexual

POWER(S)

Native to her race she can control earth and communicate well with animals having a special connection to nature; otherwise she is also very intelligent and quite skilled with a sword as well as a bow and arrow.

HAIR/FUR

Cedrella has choppy silver blond hair that drops off at her shoulders. It is often cut with a blade and never really styled properly.

EYES

Cedrella’s eyes are a striking bright green and small, slanted almost. She always loks like she’s judging someone.

BODY TYPE

She has a fairly human body though more light and slender than most, the only exception being of course the large and pointy ears characteristic of elves.

APPEARANCE

Slender and a bit tall for an elf she has a striking beauty. If it weren’t for the coldness of her features she’d be breathtaking, but her shining green eyes seem harsh and hateful, every movement is quick and striking rather than graceful and sweet. She is a warrior, not a princess and that is clear the moment you look at her. Her voice is like a sweet honey, and she used to sing beautifully, but singing is for fools. Her skin is a pale color with shoulder-length choppy silver blonde hair. Her ears are large and pointed and she is very clearly elven. It really is a shame that her beauty is ruined by such rage and anger. Constantly by her side is a large white stag, which she often rides. He is notably blind, but she can guide him well enough that he doesn’t get hurt. Together they look almost like a vision of an angel, if it weren’t for the blood normally spatter on them both.

LIKES

Nature, fighting, bloodshed, swords, attractive men and woman, riding her Stag Ernil, climbing trees. Fine art, fine wine, wildflowers

DISLIKES

Rain, fire, firearms, cowardess, large cities, royalty, fancy dresses

STRENGTHS

Sword fighting, tracking and stealth

WEAKNESSES

Weak emotionally, quick to rush into things, left knee gives out

HABITS

Running her hand through her hair when she’s nervous

SECRETS

Was forced to kill her own husband

PERSONALITY

Cedrella comes off as a snarky and overconfident sort of person. Other than her stag Ernil she boasts no emotional attachments though she does often enjoy the company of men and women. She cannot bring herself to care about or trust anyone anymore. She is quick to fight and complain but despite that she really is soft at heart. Her softness can be seen when she is caring for her stag or worrying about him and very rarely when she is forced to think about her past. Make no mistake though, Ernil is the only one subject to this softness, her heart has very much hardened to everyone else.

She can be cruel, but she isn’t a bad person. She isn’t dishonourable and won’t fight a man whose down. She prefers to take her fights on even ground, she won’t take advantage of someone weaker or less equipped than she is. She won’t watch someone innocent die in front of her either, but if they do happen to deserve it she wouldn’t bat an eye. For the most part though she is a generally irritating person who enjoys causing trouble for other people when she isn’t on the battlefield tearing through men with her sword.

FATHER

Kotan; deceased.

MOTHER

Narcissa; forty-five.

SIBLINGS

Raegar; deceased.
Nessa; deceased.

LOVE INTERESTS

None and unlikely.

CHILDREN

None.

IMPORTANT FIGURES

Thallion Black, husband; deceased.

HISTORY

Cedrella was born in a small forest town in a quiet place. She lived a normal life for the most part. When she was young she played with the other children, and just did children things. She was happy and nothing could ever go wrong. Her parents arranged for her to have a marriage outside of the village, to a human, which was very unusual, but the particular man was taken by elves and had wanted one for himself. He was a decent warrior and a very handsome man with dark hair and eyes with lovely tanned skin.

Cedrella wanted to refuse of course, not because she didn’t like him, but as a matter of pride. She wanted to choose herself, but of course her father, who was old and frail by the time she was seventeen would not hear of this and so off she went. Thallion was unlike what Ella had imagined, he was strong and kind to her, he even taught her several fighting techniques, got her a custom forged sword of steel which she named the Rose’s Thorn. She became adept with the sword over the years and did eventually fall in love with Thallion, despite her wishes.

Of course all good things could not last. When she was
twenty-one and was raising Ernil from a small fawn, Thallion had hunted down his mother for a nice white deerskin coat and had only found the small thing when it was too late, a terrible thing happened. Villages and kingdoms are always expanding, and unfortunately this one was expanding right into her old home. The elves of course would not hear of this. Thallion, being a soldier under the kingdom went to fight.

Torn between a new life she was happy with and the old one she knew she couldn’t simply sit around and watch one of them fall to pieces. Blood runs deeper than fancy though and she charged along the other elves for her old home. They fought, but the elves were a small force against an army, most died and some retreated. Her brother and sister both fallen in battle, her brother to her own husband. She returned home with Thallion afterwards but her heart had grown cold.

She killed him in his sleep, and she always regretted it afterwards. It was cowardly and dishonourable...and she had loved him. It was something she could never fully forgive herself for and she closed her heart to everyone afterwards. She had loved him...and she had...what had she done. She left the same night with Ernil in her arms, she would forget her old life she decided, or try to at least, move on to somewhere different...and be different, and she would never be a coward again, never love. She would be strong; the only person you can care about is yourself.

NAME

Tonks

AGE

Seventeen

EXPERIENCE

A long time.

CHARACTERS

Saiph

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