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twenty three | five foot nine | lavender | platinum blonde
Her knees ached from a lifetime spent in Faeyer, where commoners would lower themselves in face of their authorities and even knights would yield to their generals. Cressida swore she would never kneel before anyone again. She was a rider without king or country, and one who did not demand the subjugation of her pegasus as many others did of their mounts. She offered her life not only to free Reskaea, but the world.
Though her heart was unwavering, her mind shifted as quickly as the clouds reflected in her irises. Her head was for ever tilted towards the skies, as if her shoulders could not bear the weight of earth's gravity. Cressida was a sylph given mortal flesh and yearned only to recede into air and light.
Worries appeared to slip past her pale skin like water around river stones and only the Dawn Brigade's pursuit of the peoples' liberation enraptured her enduring attention. She was incapable of contemplating more than a single unit of thought for hours or months at a time, rendering whatever attempt at communicating or persuading her of all else futile.
Despite the obscurity of her cognitive presence on land, Cressida possessed a kindness and altruism that was rare amongst Faeyeran soldiers taught only to wreck and pillage. She had never found bliss in conquering others and had remained in the military only for her cowardice. Shame had become a second skin, tarnishing every relationship and poisoning her thoughts. Cressida would spend her whole life in repentance, but still she would never be deserving of forgiveness
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se her gifts primarily for combat and consuming multiple foods at once.
γSANGUINEγ β€..Amicable and seemingly overflowing with optimism, she is scar-
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γPHILANTHROPISTγ β€..Cressida is on a quest to assist in any way she can, al-
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γINSOMNIAγ β€..Guarding the camp at nightfall is a task that falls to her more of-
ten than not, a role she doesn't mind since it occupies her restless mind.
γINATTENTIVEγ β€..Few others possess Cressida's attention span or lack there-
of. She is as likely to be distracted by a butterfly as she is by a raging inferno.
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The Lelièvre family had long been famed for possessing some of the mightiest Wyvern riders the Faeyeran army had ever seen. They were ruthless commanders capable of wrestling even the most intractable of dragons into submission. When Cressida revealed herself to not only be unsuited to Wyverns but horrifically so - if the event that had nearly taken her arm was any indication - the Lelièvre's attempted to tame her as they did their mounts.
Ambitious and prideful, her grandmother and leader of their house demanded she return to them a Wyvern rider or not at all before forsaking her to the jagged mountains where wild and mythical beasts were said to roam. The skies were the only gateway both to and from the Black Peaks, as a deathly plant emitted airborne particles of sleepsquake at its foothills, lulling its victims into unconscious, never to wake again.
Cressida had trekked through the unforgiving terrain for days, hiding in the crook of craggy rocks and twisted barks when the wild's inhabitants neared. On the third day, when it felt as if the thirst had drunk the blood from her lungs and rendered every breath agony, she found a shallow pool of water. She'd been grasping for its depths when the pegasus fell, its fall rattling the earth beneath her. Blood seeped through its silver mane even where claws had buried themselves even as her fingers fumbled to halt its flow. She fed the beast water to replenish what it had lost and when some of its strength returned, the pegasus that she would name Perihelion offered himself to her.
Her return atop the wounded pegasus earned her no welcome. Cast aside by her family, Cressida turned to the Faeyeran military, where she garnered the camaraderie and admiration she'd been denied. For a time, it had allowed her to overlook the brutality of her countrymen. It would be years before she awoke from the dream, at which point fear ensured her continued submission. That was, until she heard whispers of the Dawn Brigade and amassed the courage to escape her military camp in the cloak of night. She sought the vigilantes and swore to them her loyalty, attacking her own in defence of the Reskaean civilians.
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pegasus knight | speed | defense | lances
Although her slender build was reminiscent of a noodle blowing in the wind, what she lacked in defence she compensated for with agility. However, trapped in a dual with her opponents, Cressida would more often than not sacrifice self-preservation for the downfall of her enemies. Her Faeyeran training was perhaps to blame, her tutors having endorsed in her the need to attack, but rarely to protect.
Whilst capable on land, the pegasus knight flourished in air. Perihelion's strong but compact build coupled with his pale, sweeping wings enabled him to fuse with the skies, becoming a vehicle of stealth and guerrilla attacks. His endurance compensated for Cressida's lacking in stamina. He and his rider operated in perfect synchrony, allowing the latter to engage their enemies with no fear of falling. In battle alone, Cressida possessed impenetrable focus.
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γJAVELINγ β€..Ranged weapon capable of countering any attack almost equally.
γLIGHT ARMOURγ β€..Enables mobility and speed at the expense of defence and resistance.
γELIXIRγ β€..Able to recover someone from the brink of death. Can be used once.
γGROOMING KITγ β€..Contains combs, perfumes and powders to ensure maximum presentability.
HEX CODE: ur #d69c98
PORTRAYED BY: layla
CS CREATED BY: Epimetheus
TIME ZONE: AEDT
DISCLAIMER: the big text secti
ons of this sheet, (the personal
ity, biography & combat sectio
ns) are heavily inspired by one
of verix's character sheets. (i
love her)<- u can delete that
sentence.
..words and phrases
"I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold
up a ship." guilt resides here "it takes a lifetime to die"
when I feel like I can feel once again, let me stay awhile
"Sometimes your mouth seems to go its own way while your
brain stands still." how rare and beautiful it is to even exist
"Can you rework your past, the grit that rubs in you, until it is
shiny and smooth as a pearl?" LjΓ³siΓ° "Her eyes were pearls,
which gave her great beauty, but meant she was blind. Her
world was the colour of pearls: pale white and pink, and softly
glowing."
She brings discomfort to everyone she touches and can be found
sprawled over various unsuspecting people bc "this is ok right i j-
ust want to be loved by a real human who is alive." Still, she is the
mistress of the fishtail, waterfall and 6-strand braid. This woman
can weave chignons out of a bird's nest. Go to her for all your bea-
uty needs. Perihelion or Peri, as she calls him, is a massive Pega-
pervwho sniffs butts and hates most men but is very popular with
thewomen. Peri also wants to see Alain dead. He's really nice tho.