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Name: Cecilia Freya Trevalis

 

Genders: Female, Shemale, Herm

 

Ages: 24 – 55

 

Height: 6' 3”

 

Hair: Auburn

 

Eyes: Brown, or Purple TBD

 

Bust: GG 46

 

Occupations: Knight Captain, Bodyguard, Mercenary, Sell sword, Bounty Hunter

 

Personality: Confident, Crass, Forthright, Flirty, Smartly Cautious, Strategic.

 

Things You Should Probably Know: She's better with an axe than most lumberjacks, and far better with her fists than most bare knuckle brawlers. Great with directions. Great at survival, cooking and making her own traps and improvised weapons. Better in a fight than a dance. Likes naps. Used to rough, and hard surfaces, but loves soft and fluffy things. Despite her appearance, she CANNOT, hold her liquor. Beer and mead are a different story. Has a pet Crow named Isaac[temporary]

 

Bio: Cecilia was born in a large, bustling, intrepid village in the norselands, during the time of the vikings. She was trained in fighting, defense, survival and hunting by her warrior mother, from an early age, and was taught how to make things, cook, and sail, by her dad who was a ship master and sailor. Even from an earlier age, she was an early bloomer, she was bigger than most of the girls in her town, and she was stronger than most boys, and girls her age, and this would only continue as time wore on. She had a large family that lived both in her home, and in houses all around her, as did most of her neighbors and friends. She and her family were close with most everybody. Including, her uncle Garrick, who had joined the army and risen to be a general, she was, actually rather fond of him and his visits because he always taught her something new about the world, or brought her a new book, or sword, or told her a story about battle.

At fifteen she defeated a giant that was about to rampage into town, with a little bit of help from her friends, just enough to distract the thing while she crippled it. The next year, she went two towns over, to the large, bustling port city where she participated in and came in second place in a Melee Tournament. And when she got back, her entire village, her friends, her family, everyone had been slaughtered. After burying her friends and family, which took quite a while, she found evidence of it being quite the precise, military effort, and over some time, she deduced it was in fact, her uncle. She swore revenge, an oath to the gods, and she made off to train, and to join the army the very next year. They took her and put her on the front lines, thinking she'd be easy fodder.

 

They were wrong. Her rage drove her harder, and faster than her fellow soldiers, she racked up kills, poured over books, and learned about strategy and more and more about battle, and eventually, she rose through the ranks, became a captain, and rose still, until four years later, on the eve of the supposed final battle of the war, she was put in her uncles unit. She didn’t hesitate. On that chaotic battlefield she ran him through with a spear, and split his head open with her axe. She took his armor, raided his tent and her own for supplies and money, stole a boat, and sailed as far east from their shores as she could.

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She wound up in Europe. There she found an Inn, and stayed there to recover and gather herself for a little while, before she started to head through the mountains, towards a large city. It took months and months to get through on foot, and she faced many hardships and injuries during that journey, not just from the mountain either. But eventually she got to the city and started work as a bounty hunter. She had to start somewhere. And there's nowhere to go from the bottom but up. And up she did rise. Within a few years she was making more than most other hunters on the continent. Once she got herself a half decent home, she made a name for herself in other ways. She participated in fighting tournaments, wearing the guise of a man when they would not let a woman like her in. Eventually, when she got well known enough, a man of great import, and lots of ego, challenged her, while she was, spectating, at a tournament. He lost, quite badly. As it turned out he was the royal guard, or rather personal guard to the queen. She figured, if her main man could be so easily defeated, surely her guards and knights could just as easily fall to this brave fighter. So she enlisted her, to train her men, and to be her guard and to train others to do the same. Cecilia accepted the job, taking the difficulty, and responsibility as a welcome challenge. She didn’t just, serve under the queen and train her men though, they grew rather close. But just the same, her wanderlust couldn’t be satiated. After a few years, and after training quite a suitable replacement, she left, to continue on her travels. This, finally, took her to the mountains, of Romania. Where she met a curious witch by the name of Castith, and her partner, Alice.