Individual
Character's Full Name: Cecilia Amara Babineux.
Alias/ Nickname/ Code Name: Lia.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17.
Date of Birth: January 1, 1994.
Nationality/ Ethnicity: French American.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of Origin: Baton Rogue, Louisiana.
Appearance
Hair Color and Style: Cecilia's hair is an overall hue of Persian golden brown with natural highlights of honey and ashen blonde. She keeps her naturally wavy hair cropped into a shoulder length bob.
Eyes: Grey, with flecks of green in them.
Height: 5'6"
Build: She is of a comfortably average build with voluptuous curves that she keeps modestly covered.
Visible Mutation: Cecilia's lateral incisor teeth are 1/16 of an inch longer than other teeth, and her canine teeth are 1/8 of an inch longer than her other teeth. Both sets of elongated teeth terminate as fangs.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Cecilia has piercings in both her ears.
Other Features: Cecilia keeps her image trade marked by wearing short black nail polish and deep crimson red lipstick.
Everyday Clothing Style: Cecilia combines her love of 1920's fashion, film noir glamour, and high fashion gothic attire to create her daily style. She's rarely seen without her seamed stockings, carefully chosen jewelery, or well fitted gloves.
Sleepwear: Cecilia sleeps in satine slip dresses paired with long sheer dressing gowns.
Character
Personality: Cecilia is constantly at odds with herself as she is naturally a shy and quiet girl, but wants nothing more than to be social and outgoing. She has been taught to be polite, well mannered, and even tempered, but has only recently begun to fight against her institutionalized imposed characteristics. Despite her appearance of being well put together and collected, Cecilia is only beginning to understand herself as a person, and not only as an archetype.
Hobbies/ Interests: In her free time, Cecilia enjoys knitting and reading romantic literature.
Fears/ Phobias/ Concerns: Cecilia is, for the most part, emotionally well adjusted, excluding her irrational fear of the dark. Due to this she sleeps by candle light to avoid the obvious stigma attached to a night light.
Special talents: Though rarely shown or spoke about, Cecilia is a highly trained and exceptional pianist. She is also fluent in French.
Morality
For the most part, Cecilia is neutral in her morality, caring very little about the line the separates good from evil. She has not vowed her life for fighting for any side, but rather does what she pleases if she feels it pleases her.
Mutations
Mutation Description: Sanguinarian. Cecilia obtains her nutrients from not only food, and water, but also from blood.
Strengths: Even the smallest amount of blood can supply her with the energy she needs for a full day. The more blood she obtains from a willing human donor, the less energy she needs to gleam from food.
Weaknesses: Once her energy levels have been depleted, Cecilia becomes weak, light headed, and if left untreated she can slip into a comatose state.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Cecilia, having no formal training, relies mostly on amateur kicks and punches.
Pros: Cecilia has had enough practice with her amateur fighting style to make her hits count when they are needed.
Cons: When fighting against someone who is stronger or better trained than she, Cecilia stands little chance of coming out on top.
History Of Your Character:
Cecilia Amara Babineux was born in Baton Rogue, Louisiana to full blooded French parents. She came from a privileges life, but was not spoiled from it. Both her parents were doting, loving, and raised her to be the perfect little lady by enrolling her in society lessons from a young age. At the tender age of eleven her Father died from a heart complicated and her Mother fell into a depression. Not soon after her Mother remarried a Louisiana native, who came from a background of wealth, to ensure she and her young daughter would be well taken care of. He did what was expected of him, and devoted his life to the pleasure of his step-daughter as if she were his own flesh and blood. He showered her with gifts of jewelery and clothes, and as she grew, the highest of fashions in the most expensive fabrics. Nevertheless, he was controlling, and brought in private tutors and sent away for all goods and services, to see to it that Cecilia never had a reason to leave the house. It became clear that his affections were not those shared between a Step Father and his ward, but rather a man pursing a women. Though his actions were never inappropriate, she was not naive to his attention, and grew to despise him for it.
Cecilia struggled to rebel in anyway she could to feel like she had control over her life. She began spending money like she had never known it's worth. If she was to be kept in her home like a prisoner, she decided she would be the best well-kept second class citizen in the history of Louisiana. She developed a style all her own that was not only designer only, but enough to bankrupt a modern family. She learned to cope in her new existence as best she could, but something was stirring inside her that was about to shake the very foundation of her being. As she began to leave adolescence for young adulthood, she completely lost her appetite within a matter of days, and was desperate to hide this fact. She had no appetite for food, but in its place an overwhelming urge for raw red meat. Frantic to get a hold of herself, she claimed herself as a vegan, and strayed as far away from meat as possible. She began to grown weak and was given orders of strict bed rest. Her step-father made it his responsibility to watch over her day and night. Overcome with fever and hallucinations, she bit into his arm leaving prominent fang marks in his tanned flesh. Appalled by her actions she locked herself in her bathroom. As she desperately washed the taste of blood out of her mouth, she began to feel her strength returning.
By morning she had a plan. She flung herself down the wooden stairs of the servant's quarters, and hit the marble floor of the kitchen hard enough to warrant a hospital trip. While there she emptied three bags of blood into her hungry mouth and stuffed four more into her purse. From then on, once a month she would find a viable reason to go to the hospital steal bags of stored blood.
By the third month she knew there was no denying her fate; she was a mutant.
RoleplayCecilia opened her eyes and bolted straight up in her bed. The night was silent, but the sound of her pounding heart was deafening. Her mouth was dry while her entire body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. Her hair lay loose against her shoulders and swung freely as she glanced about her darkened room. It must have been easily after midnight, although there was no moon in the sky to shine through her window and cut into the blackness of this night; there was only the blackness that surrounded her.
Cecilia's hands shook as she grabbed the matches that were sitting on her oak beside table. Her eyes continued to dart about the room, looking for the monsters that hid within the shadows, as she lit the candle. She held the silver candle holder firmly in her clenched fist and small droplets of white soy wax trickled down the length of the candle and onto her fingertips. She was still to overcome with fear to notice. The candle provided her little comfort as the small flickering light only amplified the shadows, and the darkness, around her. She wanted to run, but she knew that would only make the make-believe villains in the corner chase her. Her heart still pounded in her ears as she cautiously place her feet in the floor. She waited for something to grab her ankles and pull her kicking and screaming under the bed, but when nothing did, she slipped her foot into her satin covered slippers.
She stood up, and for the first time, felt how cold her room was. Wearing nothing more than a black slip dress that clung to her sweat drizzled skin, she was near freezing. She quickly slipped into the matching dressing gown and tied firm around her waist, well rather, as firmly as she could with only one hand, while the other still firmly gripped the candle holder. Her right index finger was now more wax than flesh. Her dressing gown slipped off her shoulders and clung to her arms as she carefully, but quickly, moved out of her room into the hallway. She wasn't sure where she was headed, as the whole place was shadowed in midnight, but she knew she needed out of he room. She was aware of sound of her dressing gown dragging on the floor behind her, but there was something else along with that. She stopped dead in her tracks and spun quickly to look behind her. She held her candle out from her body, her outstretched arm shaking slightly. Her voice was frail, but firm as she called out into the darkness,
"Who's there? Show yourself."
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