Cera Dympna

[Cera]

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to" Said the cat "I don't much care where" Alice said "Then it doesn't much matter which way you go" NAME Cera Dympna RACE Human AGE Fourteen BIRTHDAY 501 A.V. 2nd of Spring, GENDER Female "Who In the world am I? Ah, Thats the great puzzle" PERSONALITY Cera is a lonely and often depressed girl with little to no likeness, She shows very little empathy for people and will use them for her own needs and purposes, She finds it difficult to hold attachments or relationships to people and holds onto what she desires, wants, rather than what she needs. In addition to this, she can easily have fits of rage from the slightest provocation and has no regard for her own safety or for those around her, She is violate in a sense and only takes joy in colorful things and her goals accomplished, and to accomplish these goals? She'd likely do anything, And makes various favors or promises she never keeps. APPEARANCE Cera stands at 5'3" and weighing roughly around 102lbs, She has long curly brown hair and brown eyes, She retains a sense of Pride, Strength and a false-sense of Grandeur in her appearance, she retains a hourglass figure and while not Petite, She is slim and appears slightly malnourished as if she skipped a meal. Her face is triangular in shape, slowly narrowing down to her small chin and thin jawline. Her clothes are often rugged with very little effort made to mend them or even clean them while not dirty, they are very poorly cleaned almost looking like the were dropped in a pond then sun-dried. MIND AND PHILOSOPHY AND RELIGION Cera's mind is Chaotic, owing to various personality and mental disorders caused by her years of trauma adding to a illness she was born with, a complete professional list would be Bipolar Disorder, Anti-social personality disorder, And Psychological Schizophrenia she is always wanting someone to protect her, and someone to cure her Schizophrenia, Which torments her the most and has turned to all forms of Magic or Worship to help her. Within her mind, She holds one Philosophy, that the world is trying to hurt her. As for religion, Cera may well be called a Atheist, She worships no one, But is starting to turn to Rhysol to cure her of her illness. “Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” HISTORY Born in Syliras, Cera was born with Anti-Social Personality Disorder, it was rather mild compared to some severe cases, she was more of a Isolationist than a mentally ill person. It was always her mother that took care of Cera when she was little, Between the ages of 1-2 she can barely remember anything, only her mothers sweet voice and warm caress she remembers, And cherishes. At the age of Three, Cera really only started bonding with her father, He was a alchemist and traversed the world in search of powerful items and Djed, he never had much luck but he never quit, and most of the time he wasn't around, He was a rather rough man, certainly not like her mother and Cera never really knew him, not enough to know his name anyways, As for her mother she ran a little shop just below their Apartment and scraped up what little cash she could in order to feed Cera, She was always cheerful, And always came baring toys for Cera to play with, and a smile to lighten the Mood, At four, Cera's mother started teaching her, Preschool stuff. Mathematics mostly a hope that Cera would be able to create a future for herself, Cera never socialized, which was troubling at the most but as a early child this was not a major cause for concern, And her mother carried on her studies, if ever a moment there'd be to solve her disorder, it was now, But it was disregarded. At Five, Cera started displaying her lack of empathy, She deeply loved her mother but didn't feel anything towards other Human beings, she was a troubling child her mother returned her love, But was placed under a great deal of stress trying to understand, Than fully explain Cera's condition to others, it was a hard time coupled with the fact that there was barely a father and a husband around to work, feed and fight for his family. Cera hardly paid attention to her mothers own feelings and emotions, but constantly feeling like this was someone elses fault, her fathers fault. When Cera turned Six, She had a short and relatively cheap birthday, this was the first time her father had actually shown up for her birthday, giving her a small green rock from Eyktol, before departing the next day, It was a small birthday, Only family attended and Cera adored the attention she was given, as with any other birthday. Though, When Cera was seven, her mother had died in a accident she had 'Swallowed' her tongue, Having suffocated in her sleep after her breathing was interrupted by the position of her tongue, She died peacefully, and when Cera found her she didn't know what was happening, and rolled her mother out of bed before realizing she had died, Cera wen't into a state of shock and anger, She didn't know what happened, She started blaming everything she prayed to the Gods, any of them... Dira, Kihala, Rak'keli and even Nysel, Thinking it was a dream. And who answered? No one, Cera cursed them all then grieved for a few days before being forced into the streets when men came to investigate the apartment, And her mothers 'disappearance' Cera didn't stay around to explain, she just left. And turned to begging, and stealing to survive. It was her father that had picked her up, Seemingly saving her from the gutter, He was deeply depressed and as soon as the left the city he started beating Cera, blaming her or letting out his frustration he had turned to drinking, That much was sure, and Cera was forced to stay with him, Especially when they were in the wilderness of Mizahar. By the time she was eight, she hated her fathers very soul she cherished almost every moment away from him, And had thought of murdering him many times, she wouldn't though, as much as he was a horrible man, She was dependent on him. By the time Cera was nine his drinking had gotten worse, he almost seemed as if he had Bipolar disorder, Grieving one moment, Beating Cera in rage the next, then painfully apologizing later all in a drunken state, It was clear that he had loved her mother, perhaps even more than Cera did. She thought he was mad, and pathetic, but something else to... She felt a little sorry for him, a bit guilty. But this one sense of Empathy was shredded when she was Ten, when her father started calling her by her mothers name, 'Eytheria' he'd say before having a 'romantic' moment with his 'wife' to try and conceive a child. This wen't on for years, Till Cera was fed up. She had no regrets, or guilt for what she was about to do, Murder. Taking a sharp rock, Cera took advantage of her father, Luring him then bashing in his skull, Cera was only Thirteen but her mental state would start degrading at a faster rate, She started travelling and landed herself a position in Sunberth, She was a prostitute and she didn't care, She never let them touch her, She took advantage of them like she did with her father. And killed them, every night she suffered nightmares and every day she heard her mothers voice, and her fathers screams, Eventually.. She fled, wanting these torments to stop, she only thought of one place she could turn to.. Ravok, The Voice could cure her mental illness, She had hoped, If there was even one it was blind and mindless choice, One without thought.. She wanted help. “Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more." "You mean you can't take less," said the Hatter: "it's very easy to take more than nothing." "Nobody asked your opinion," said Alice.” SKILLS Mathematics 25/100 - Novice Writing 5/100 - Novice Seduction 15/100 - Novice Stealth 5/100 - Novice ITEMS One Waterskin One set of clothing Boots, High Cape, Half, Linen Jacket, Brown, Leather Tunic, Grey, Coarse Wool Pants, Linen Chemise, Silk 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries Food for a week 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Dagger, Assassins LEDGER 100 GM - Starting Package, +500 GM - Shelter Cash-In - 600 GM -4 GM - Dagger, Assassins - 596 GM -1 GM - Conversion, GM to SM - 595 GM | 10 SM -2 GM 5 SM - Chemise, Silk - 594 GM | 5 SM Current: 594 GM | 5 SM LORES Lore - Seduction - What a Drunk likes to hear, Lore - Seduction - What makes a man follow you. Lore - Combat - The Soft points on a Skull LANGUAGES Common-Fluent Thread list : Spring 514 A.V.

[Crosspatch]

Hello there!

I'm Crosspatch, one of the friendly CS Liaisons on Mizahar! I've been looking over your Character Sheet, and I have noticed some minor issues that need to be resolved and fixed. Sadly these need to be done before you can continue roleplaying, so let's take a look at them shall we?

• If your PC was born Spring 501AV she would presently be 13, not 14.
• As note, Mizahar does not have the present IC medical ability to judge things like "Anti-Social Personality Disorder".
• In your history it notes that as a child she turned to begging when her mother died - Syliras quickly deals with beggars (putting them to work) and putting orphaned children to the Welcome Home.
• Wandering and travelling the land without any points in Wilderness Survival is strongly discouraged. Please take this into consideration.
• Your history frequently mentions killing of people but not having skills to assist with this. It also mentions that your character turns to Ravok and the Voice in hopes for curing her mental illness - how does she know this is possible?
• You appear to be missing your racial bonus. As a Human your racial bonus is +15 in any one skill of your choice. Also, it is required that you clearly state which skills are Starter Package (SP) skills and which are Racial Bonus (RB).
• You are only allowed to start with two lores at creation, not three.
• Even if you have traded in your housing you must still be living or renting somewhere. If you are travelling it is suggested that you have some form of shelter. Please state this.
• At creation you are allowed one fluent, one basic and one poor language, are you sure you do not want this?
• You appear to be missing an Heirloom. An Heirloom can be any one item as long as it is under the value of 50gm and is meaningful to the character.

Once these problems have been dealt with, drop me a PM and I'll remove this intervention and approve your CS for you. Also if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask and I'll do my best to answer!


Crosspatch