Profile of Cerise

swathed in ember hues; russets and creams. The darkest of which touch her face, legs and tail. Most of her bodice is touched by a cream hue, the russet wreathed around her almost like a cloak, fading out in a sort of gradient until the two are indistinguishable from each other. A woman born of noble birth, she holds the properness and poise of a lady, although her amber-orange eyes show a mischievous nature, the eyes of a woman pulled by adventure and the promise of ill-gained treasure. The earthy scents of moss and pine wrap around her, and stay in her wake — although… is that a tinge of sea salt one can detect underneath the earthy scent? fluent in common tongue, gaelic && french

INDEPENDENT - Despite how dependent upon others Cerise was raised to be, she has always had and independent steak in her. She is someone who needs to do things for herself, sometimes at the expense of doing it right. While she is willing and quite able to learn, she doesn’t always open herself up to the possibility of help, because she feels as if she needs to prove herself.

ADVENTUROUS - A life of adventure has always been something that called to Cerise. She would always look out her window longingly, wondering what courageous adventurous tales the commoners could tell. She had always wanted such a life for herself, and now that she’s free of the confines of her parents and family, she has the ability to do as she wishes and experience life for what she thinks it is.

DETERMINED - Determination has always been a defining trait for Cerise. She always manages what she sets her heart and head to. It goes hand in hand with her independence, and so far in her freedom, Cerise has managed to learn a lot. She isn’t one to back down from a challenge, and admittedly enjoys it.

IMPULSIVE - Even as a child, Cerise has been impulsive. It shows even more in her leaving a promised life of ease for a life of piracy and adventure. She often jumps to do the first thing that her heart dictates, or the first thought that pops into her mind. Her father and maids often scolded her for her bluntness and proclivity to say whatever was in her mind, rather that a poised and rehearsed response.

FREE-SPIRITED - Cerise has always been a wild child, unbound by the dictations of high society. She acts on her own accord, and goes to the swaying beat of her own drum. However much others have tried to mold her into something she was not, Cerise has always remained true to herself.

Nobleness, if you were to ask Cerise’s father, is something you’re born with. Both are something you garner through your actions. The long-standing Murray family has always been born with Nobleness in their blood, even when they were but an uncivilized pack in Rionnach’s early history. While they have never garnered much political power, they are a family that has come to enjoy the spoils of high society.

Born to the second son married to the last child and only daughter of another noble family, Cerise was born the only child, and a daughter nonetheless, something of which her father was never particularly happy about. He had hoped for at least some sons, but after giving birth, Cersei seemed unable to become pregnant again. Which, she was secretly thankful for after such an arduous pregnancy and birthing process.

While her father was never the warmest to her, Cerise’s mother doted on her. She was taught all the things that a proper young lady should be taught, or so was seen to by her father.

Be polite. Ladylike. Be quiet and always respectful.

The man, when he caught a yearling Cerise with another young female, threatened to kill his daughter should she ever give way to such atrocities — so he told her they were, anyway. He made quick work of arranging a marriage for her, to a man nearly twice her age, and just as opinionated as her father.

Only a few months before her third birthday, and the night before she was to he wed, Cerise fled her home.

She wanted no part of the noble life — she wanted a life of adventure, a life more than social gatherings and to be a husband’s broodmare.

She found a life of piracy…