| Full Name: Cerule Preferred to be called: Cerule, but she'll tolerate 'Rule. She's had lots of aliases, the most common being Fiacha (ancient Europe), Death-Angel (the Crusades), Sarah Anne (Mississippi River), and Mizuiro (Japan). Hair Color: Dark brown, wavy and thick, and very, very long. Eye Color: Grey Height: 5' Weight: Not much. After all, she's undead, isn't she? Nationality: Gaelic Age: About 1720. She was born circa 284. Distinguishing Traits: A faded blue crescent moon tattooed on her forehead; right eyebrow piercing. She's had her adventures... Cerule was orphaned at a very young age and was raised by a clan mother on what would appear to be the legendary island of Avalon. She was attacked on the night of her clan initiation, and her sire only changed her after realizing that he had drained her to the point of death. She never met him and is still unsure of his identity. The clan mother covered this up--after all, their kind is a mortal enemy of vampires--and smuggled her out. Since then she's seen a lot; the most notorious of her adventures took place in the Crusades. (You'll have to get her to tell you that one herself. She'd love to tell the stories... she's just a bit shy about owning up to some of it.) Her main eras of activity were the 400s, 1000-1200s, and 1400s-1800s. It's only recently that she has met any of her 'kind'. Thus, she is still rather overprotective of mortals around them. (She's never killed for food. But for the record... accent on for food there. I never said she hasn't killed.) She's of the type that occasionally go insane and bury themselves, going dormant for up to hundreds of years. It's usually grief over a mortal love's loss that drives her to do this. You've got to get to know her to understand her. Time has sharpened her wits, her temper, and her knives, but she'll listen. And some news here... She's now engaged to Lord Legardored. (Sorry for how long that was. ^^; ) |