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{{Infobox-character | {{Infobox-character | ||
| name = Cecile Lancret | | name = Cecile Lancret | ||
− | | image = Untitled- | + | | image = Untitled-4598.jpg |
| imagewidth = 300px | | imagewidth = 300px | ||
− | | caption = | + | | caption = "Love, Hope, Faith." |
| title = The Neophyte Cleric | | title = The Neophyte Cleric | ||
| gender = Female | | gender = Female | ||
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| stat_2_value = Halonic | | stat_2_value = Halonic | ||
| stat_3 = Alignment | | stat_3 = Alignment | ||
− | | stat_3_value = | + | | stat_3_value = Lawful Good |
| stat_4 = Personality Type | | stat_4 = Personality Type | ||
| stat_4_value = INFP | | stat_4_value = INFP | ||
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| stat_5_value = Unwed | | stat_5_value = Unwed | ||
| stat_6 = Orientation | | stat_6 = Orientation | ||
− | | stat_6_value = | + | | stat_6_value = Keeps it secret |
| stat_7 = | | stat_7 = | ||
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===Dislikes=== | ===Dislikes=== | ||
::* War. Although she views it as an unfortunate necessity in some cases, she has also seen the untold horrors of it. The deaths, the maiming, the famine. She would rather see conflicts resolved diplomatically when possible. | ::* War. Although she views it as an unfortunate necessity in some cases, she has also seen the untold horrors of it. The deaths, the maiming, the famine. She would rather see conflicts resolved diplomatically when possible. | ||
− | ::* Those that would diminish faith and the gods. Her Ishgardian upbringing has left her relatively touchy on that subject. | + | ::* Those that would diminish faith and the gods. Her religious Ishgardian upbringing has left her relatively touchy on that subject. |
::* The vice of greed, and individuals solely led by it. | ::* The vice of greed, and individuals solely led by it. | ||
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::* Effectively socializing in big groups. She is an introvert at heart, large crowds and gatherings are not her forté. When she can, she will try to avoid placing herself in these situations. She can also struggle with taking charge. | ::* Effectively socializing in big groups. She is an introvert at heart, large crowds and gatherings are not her forté. When she can, she will try to avoid placing herself in these situations. She can also struggle with taking charge. | ||
::* Cecile has never learned how to swim, having developed a fear of large bodies of water in which she lacks footing as a result of very nearly drowning when she was a child. | ::* Cecile has never learned how to swim, having developed a fear of large bodies of water in which she lacks footing as a result of very nearly drowning when she was a child. | ||
− | ::* She is, for the most part, martially inept. Thus making her unable to adequately defend herself should she somehow not have access to | + | ::* She is, for the most part, martially inept. Thus making her unable to adequately defend herself should she somehow not have access to aetherial means of protection. |
::* Cecile has a remarkably poor sense of orientation. She's gotten lost more times than she can count. | ::* Cecile has a remarkably poor sense of orientation. She's gotten lost more times than she can count. | ||
==Rumors== | ==Rumors== | ||
===Common Rumors=== | ===Common Rumors=== | ||
− | ::* ''"Cecile?! Aye, I know 'er! Lil' blonde lass that helped mend me ol' knee. 'Tis a miracle, I tell ye!"'' - Overly enthusiastic elder resident of the Brume. | + | ::* ''"Cecile?! Aye, I know 'er! Lil' blonde lass from the Church that helped mend me ol' knee. 'Tis a miracle, I tell ye!"'' - Overly enthusiastic elder resident of the Brume. |
::* ''"She's a bit odd, isn't she? Doesn't talk a whole lot. Even my irresistible advances had no effect. Pfwah. Hate it when they play hard to get."'' - Male Ishgardian tavern-goer. Likely drunk. | ::* ''"She's a bit odd, isn't she? Doesn't talk a whole lot. Even my irresistible advances had no effect. Pfwah. Hate it when they play hard to get."'' - Male Ishgardian tavern-goer. Likely drunk. | ||
− | ::* ''"Kind soul, that one, and my, how polite! She always made sure to tip, too. I wonder what she's up to these days, hasn't come by in a while!"'' - | + | ::* ''"Kind soul, that one, and my, how polite! She always made sure to tip, too. I wonder what she's up to these days, hasn't come by in a while!"'' - Owner of a flower stall in the Ishgardian markets. |
===Rare Rumors=== | ===Rare Rumors=== | ||
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==Brief History== | ==Brief History== | ||
Cecile was born to two loving parents as the youngest of three children. Her brother is the eldest, followed by her sister. Where the Lancret family was once a prosperous minor house among Ishgard's nobility, the passing of the house's figurehead, her grandfather, left them all but vulnerable to the ploys of a rival house. With the Dragonsong War yet raging on, the time was as ripe as ever. Through underhanded machinations which Cecile yet ignores to this day, the Lancret family was effectively stripped of its fortune six years prior to Cecile's birth. Lowered to a humble middle-class status. Barely. The family nevertheless carried on, striking a hard yet honest living for themselves despite the turmoil of the war. | Cecile was born to two loving parents as the youngest of three children. Her brother is the eldest, followed by her sister. Where the Lancret family was once a prosperous minor house among Ishgard's nobility, the passing of the house's figurehead, her grandfather, left them all but vulnerable to the ploys of a rival house. With the Dragonsong War yet raging on, the time was as ripe as ever. Through underhanded machinations which Cecile yet ignores to this day, the Lancret family was effectively stripped of its fortune six years prior to Cecile's birth. Lowered to a humble middle-class status. Barely. The family nevertheless carried on, striking a hard yet honest living for themselves despite the turmoil of the war. | ||
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It had been five and a half years since, when her mother joyfully embraced her father and announced she were once more with child. A child they would name Cecile. Years went by and her childhood fell in the relative norm for a young soul growing up in Ishgard. Fright, and tears. A lot of them. Never quite knowing when the Dravanian horde would next come to haunt Ishgard's people, with each raid more ruthless, and costly, than the last. Cecile yet quickly realized she would not be of much assistance in repelling the dreaded dragons. Instead, as her mother had advised her, she had begun to frequent Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral in her adolescence. Where men and women of the cloth provided medical and spiritual relief for distraught and injured citizens. | It had been five and a half years since, when her mother joyfully embraced her father and announced she were once more with child. A child they would name Cecile. Years went by and her childhood fell in the relative norm for a young soul growing up in Ishgard. Fright, and tears. A lot of them. Never quite knowing when the Dravanian horde would next come to haunt Ishgard's people, with each raid more ruthless, and costly, than the last. Cecile yet quickly realized she would not be of much assistance in repelling the dreaded dragons. Instead, as her mother had advised her, she had begun to frequent Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral in her adolescence. Where men and women of the cloth provided medical and spiritual relief for distraught and injured citizens. | ||
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− | No matter how much she studied, however, Cecile would ultimately come to the realization -- after much advice from her fellow peers -- that she needed much more field practice if she ever wished to hone her mending skills further. Even more so when the war came to an unexpected halt, and a delicate peace once more reigned in Ishgard. It was a few months later that, as fate would have it, she stumbled upon one of the many fliers promoting the warband of the renowned knight and veteran of the Dragonsong War; Nyx Ambrose. And what he had dubbed his Vermillion Outriders. It took several weeks for Cecile to make her mind up, but eventually, she set out into the world to enlist with them | + | It was there, in the following years, that Cecile had found her vocation in life, learning how to write and read, as well as the grateful smiles and joyful tears of individuals who's injuries she treated were her own little beacon of hope amidst the chaos of the thousand years' war betwixt man and dragon. Whilst Cecile showed much interest in the Halonic faith, and still practices it to this day, her true passion yet lies in the art of aetherial healing. Budding with many a scholar as a result, she often found herself with her head between a book. And still does when time in her travels permit. |
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+ | No matter how much she studied, however, Cecile would ultimately come to the realization -- after much advice from her fellow peers -- that she needed much more field practice if she ever wished to hone her mending skills further. Even more so when the war came to an unexpected halt, and a delicate peace once more reigned in Ishgard. It was a few months later that, as fate would have it, she stumbled upon one of the many fliers promoting the warband of the renowned knight and veteran of the Dragonsong War; Nyx Ambrose. And what he had dubbed his Vermillion Outriders. It took several weeks for Cecile to make her mind up, but eventually, she set out into the world to enlist with them with the blessing of the Church. She yet remains very much so anxious about the whole ordeal, but nevertheless determined. | ||
==OOC== | ==OOC== | ||
<div align="center">'''I am a multi-paragraph roleplayer, but I adapt and mirror to my partner's style if requested. I do not expect those who roleplay with me to match my emote length or speed at all when doing smaller scenes, and likewise do not actively spam the chatbox with long emotes at public events. I will always prefer to do longer style emotes, but this is not a requirement.'''</div> | <div align="center">'''I am a multi-paragraph roleplayer, but I adapt and mirror to my partner's style if requested. I do not expect those who roleplay with me to match my emote length or speed at all when doing smaller scenes, and likewise do not actively spam the chatbox with long emotes at public events. I will always prefer to do longer style emotes, but this is not a requirement.'''</div> |
Latest revision as of 05:19, 13 April 2018
Contents
Appearance
Tendencies/Personality
Likes
- Books. Cecile is a massive booknerd. She's almost sure to be found holed up in a library and dusting up old tomes in her spare time, either for study or for fun!
- Caring for the less fortunate and people in general. When the Dragonsong War was yet in full swing, Cecile would often make trips to the Brume and provide healing to those who required it after the frequent Dravanian raids.
- Strangely enough, adventuring! Cecile is a curious soul, ever wondering what lies on the horizon. Now that Ishgard's turbulent days have passed, she plans to see more of the world at large.
Dislikes
- War. Although she views it as an unfortunate necessity in some cases, she has also seen the untold horrors of it. The deaths, the maiming, the famine. She would rather see conflicts resolved diplomatically when possible.
- Those that would diminish faith and the gods. Her religious Ishgardian upbringing has left her relatively touchy on that subject.
- The vice of greed, and individuals solely led by it.
Strengths
- In combat, Cecile thrives when acting as a supportive role to the more capable combatants. Invigorating them with restorative magic and inspiring them to fight harder.
- Her capability and enthusiasm to learn. She may be a fledgling cleric, yet she is determined to surpass herself.
Weaknesses
- Effectively socializing in big groups. She is an introvert at heart, large crowds and gatherings are not her forté. When she can, she will try to avoid placing herself in these situations. She can also struggle with taking charge.
- Cecile has never learned how to swim, having developed a fear of large bodies of water in which she lacks footing as a result of very nearly drowning when she was a child.
- She is, for the most part, martially inept. Thus making her unable to adequately defend herself should she somehow not have access to aetherial means of protection.
- Cecile has a remarkably poor sense of orientation. She's gotten lost more times than she can count.
Rumors
Common Rumors
- "Cecile?! Aye, I know 'er! Lil' blonde lass from the Church that helped mend me ol' knee. 'Tis a miracle, I tell ye!" - Overly enthusiastic elder resident of the Brume.
- "She's a bit odd, isn't she? Doesn't talk a whole lot. Even my irresistible advances had no effect. Pfwah. Hate it when they play hard to get." - Male Ishgardian tavern-goer. Likely drunk.
- "Kind soul, that one, and my, how polite! She always made sure to tip, too. I wonder what she's up to these days, hasn't come by in a while!" - Owner of a flower stall in the Ishgardian markets.
Rare Rumors
- "Known her e'er she was but a wee lass buying her sweets here. What a looker she's grown into, aye. Scarcely even see the lass in the company of men, quite the shame!" - Far too curious owner of the 'Ishgard's Sweet Treats' candy and sweets store.
- "'Tis a chagrin what befell her family's fortune. Sadly, a tragedy among many in this damnable war. We must look to the future, I suppose." - Ishgardian Knight stationed at the Cathedral.
PC Rumors
- None yet!
Brief History
Cecile was born to two loving parents as the youngest of three children. Her brother is the eldest, followed by her sister. Where the Lancret family was once a prosperous minor house among Ishgard's nobility, the passing of the house's figurehead, her grandfather, left them all but vulnerable to the ploys of a rival house. With the Dragonsong War yet raging on, the time was as ripe as ever. Through underhanded machinations which Cecile yet ignores to this day, the Lancret family was effectively stripped of its fortune six years prior to Cecile's birth. Lowered to a humble middle-class status. Barely. The family nevertheless carried on, striking a hard yet honest living for themselves despite the turmoil of the war.
It had been five and a half years since, when her mother joyfully embraced her father and announced she were once more with child. A child they would name Cecile. Years went by and her childhood fell in the relative norm for a young soul growing up in Ishgard. Fright, and tears. A lot of them. Never quite knowing when the Dravanian horde would next come to haunt Ishgard's people, with each raid more ruthless, and costly, than the last. Cecile yet quickly realized she would not be of much assistance in repelling the dreaded dragons. Instead, as her mother had advised her, she had begun to frequent Saint Reymanaud's Cathedral in her adolescence. Where men and women of the cloth provided medical and spiritual relief for distraught and injured citizens.
It was there, in the following years, that Cecile had found her vocation in life, learning how to write and read, as well as the grateful smiles and joyful tears of individuals who's injuries she treated were her own little beacon of hope amidst the chaos of the thousand years' war betwixt man and dragon. Whilst Cecile showed much interest in the Halonic faith, and still practices it to this day, her true passion yet lies in the art of aetherial healing. Budding with many a scholar as a result, she often found herself with her head between a book. And still does when time in her travels permit.
No matter how much she studied, however, Cecile would ultimately come to the realization -- after much advice from her fellow peers -- that she needed much more field practice if she ever wished to hone her mending skills further. Even more so when the war came to an unexpected halt, and a delicate peace once more reigned in Ishgard. It was a few months later that, as fate would have it, she stumbled upon one of the many fliers promoting the warband of the renowned knight and veteran of the Dragonsong War; Nyx Ambrose. And what he had dubbed his Vermillion Outriders. It took several weeks for Cecile to make her mind up, but eventually, she set out into the world to enlist with them with the blessing of the Church. She yet remains very much so anxious about the whole ordeal, but nevertheless determined.
OOC
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