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Cecile Vixen

"Tread carefully around me. If you so much as walk in a way I don't agree with, you'll be dead before you see me."

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a character in “Legend of the Dragon Soul”, as played by desire99600

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ImageAppearance
"You can look, but you can't touch." Cecile's looks are extremely deceiving. She appears nonthreatening, quiet, small, and weak, when in reality, she is the exact opposite. She's not tall, standing only around 5'6", and has a very petite frame. With one glance, someone might describe her as delicate, or breakable, but upon looking closer, they'd see that, though she is small, her body is very athletic, all her muscles toned, they would see the mischief glittering behind her doe-eyes, and they would sense her constant readiness. She may be small, but she is not weak. Her lack of size gives her incredible speed, and she can move almost as fast as her mind can think. She also has the advantage of deception on her side, allowing her to let others believe that she's not a threat while, in her head, she's pinpointing their every weakness.

Cecile has extremely long hair. She's never cut it a day in her life, and it swings all the way down past her hips in long waterfalls of glossy black. Her dark hair makes her fair skin appear even paler, but not in a sickly way, more in an icy smooth way. Under side swept bangs, surrounded by thick dark lashes, Cecile has a pair of soft violet eyes. Their unusual color is quite captivating, and there is where you can find all her emotions. She prefers to keep her face blank at all times, but if one were to know her well enough, they would be able to catch her feelings in her eyes without any effort. They take up most of her face, and are unusually large, giving her an innocent, wide-eyed look. Below her eyes, Cecile has a small nose, high, round cheekbones, pink lips, and a dainty chin.

When it comes to body art, Cecile has several piercings and ink. Just under her right eyebrow, she has three small diamonds that trace the shape of her brow bone. Each of her ears are pierced three times, and she has a white, faint tribal tattoo that stretches across her left shoulder blade in swirling arches. It appears translucent, since it's white againt her pale skin, but the man who did it told her it meant "New Birth, New Life, or New beginning", so she paid heavily to have it done.

Mark Location
"Are you asking to see it?" Upper thigh

Name
"I don't go by my birth name anymore." Cecile Raven Vixen. Cecile absolutely hates her name. She refuses to be called by it. Though, not only does she not want to be called by it, she can't. Should she tell someone her true name, she would run into trouble, for she ran away from home long ago. Most of the time she goes by Rae, Raven, Vix, Vixen, Viv, or Trix. She only tells people she expects to stay in her life a long time, her real name.

Age
"Age is only a state of mind." 20 years-old

Gender
"That's insulting." Female




ImageDragon Soul
Spirit Dragon

Weapon
"Tread carefully around me. If you so much as walk in a way I don't agree with, you'll be dead before you see me."
Raven is an archer. She uses a thin violet bow that matches the color of her eyes, and glows ever so slightly when she wants it to. Her arrows are all black.
However, she is no idiot. She knows a bow only works for long-range fighting. So she also carries and assortment of knives, including two jewel-handled daggers she stole off one of the kings men.

Power
"I talk to the dead."
* Vix can see the dead. Yes, this means she can see ghosts and spirits. She can talk to them, and even control them.
* She can feel others emotions as if through the air, and her range is wide, allowing her to sense someone coming from far away.
* Vixen can heal, though she cannot heal herself, and it often makes her weak.
* Finally, she can create illusions within the mind. Since she has the powers of the dragon who is supposed to help people pass on, this could be used to give a dying person the illusion of painlessness, but when used differently, can be very bad.
* Sometimes, she's not sure if it's a power, and it's very weak, but sometimes she gets really eerie dreams, visits from spirits, and glimpses into the "other side". Some of the dreams seem to predict the future, and some of them are completely useless.

Abilities
* Exceptional Aim
* Quick and nimble
* Fighting/throwing with knives
* Deception




ImagePersonality
Raven is not one to be pushed around. She's extremely confident, independent, and strong. She's a rule-breaker, and a rebel, though not in the loud, obnoxious kind of way. Upon first glance, some might describe her as "the mysterious girl", "brooding and quiet", or "silently calculating and analyzing." Often, that's what she's doing. She prefers to sit in the shadows of a room and let her violet eyes snag every detail of what's going on around her while she plans to steal this mans money, or that mans ring, rather than speak loudly, mingle, and blatantly break the rules. Though she's a thief, a trickster, and a rebel, she's smoother about it. Quiet and sneaky.

Rae also has quiet the silver tongue, and can make anyone believe just what she wants them to through voice only. She can worm her way out of nearly every fix smoothly. Don't underestimate her though. Just because she's quiet, and prefers not to interact with others of the human species, when her morals are questioned, she's not afraid to speak up. She's not a leader, and she's no hero either. If there was a better chance of her living by leaving someone to die, she'd gladly do it. However, when she speaks, people tend to listen. She considers it a curse, because she hates being put in leaderly situations where people rely on her.

So she stays far away from most human interaction. One should always be wary when talking with her, for she rarely speaks to anyone unless relieving them of their money, or pulling off a con. She used to be a really open person. Happily chatting with anyone who would talk to her, but she's changed drastically. Living the life of a fugitive with no one but dead people to talk to, or trust, will do that to you.

Bio
"I could never go back to the comfortable life I used to live. They want women to be baby-makers, not strong and independent." Despite her current position as an outlaw, Vixen was actually born royalty. She was the daughter of some member of the kings court. And as a child, she had a happy life. She was bubbly and open, always willing to make friends. Now, she's clamped tightly shut. Her life was easy, though they tried to make her do things she didn't want to do. They wanted her to sew, and bathe everyday. She wanted to wrestle and hunt with the boys. They expected her to be prim and proper, and she tried her best to make her mother proud, but she could never quite seem to do so. Other women around her seemed to be enjoying the dullness of being pretty little dolls for their husbands to show off. Rae did not. She loathed it.

And when she turned sixteen, they forced her to marry. She was furious, and fought it tooth and nail, but eventually, they pretty much dragged her down the isle. So she married, and that night he expected her to make him a son. This caused her to lose her temper, and, though she was small, she managed to grab hold of his dagger and kill him.

After this, Cecile ran away. She didn't even wait for them to find her and call her a murderer. She chose the rougher life of an outlaw, and became a thieving con-artist, but at least she's free to think and act how she pleases. After that, she vowed never to marry, and never to have children.

Status
"Me? Love? Come back when you have a taker. Then we'll talk." Raven doesn't think she can love, however, she may have not found the right person yet, whom she doesn't believes exists. The way she sees it, a man could never understand her need to remain independent and never marry or have children.

Other
I think that covers it


So begins...

Cecile Vixen's Story

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The air was practically buzzing with excitement. It was the day of the tournament, and vendors shouted out their wares at people passing on the street, while everyone bustled their way towards the arena. People pushed and shoved to get the best seats, and there was not a single person sitting at home with nothing to do. Tournament days were days of booming business for the poor, thieving for the homeless, and excitement for the rich.

For Rae Vixen, it was none of the above. For Rae, it was a day of nervousness, of fighting, and hopefully, of glory. She stood in the shadows of an empty alley, watching the booming streets with shaded violet eyes. The constant buzz of emotion almost made her want to double over. This was why she normally stayed clear of cities. Too many people. Living, and non-living.

However, she'd "heard" news. Well, not heard. Dreampt of news was more like it. She'd had another one of her strange dreams a few nights ago, where she'd glimpsed the other side. The dimension where souls that no longer inhabit their bodies go. A spirit had come to her in the dream, and she'd woken up, sweating wildly, only able to remember one snap of information. That something important was going to go down this tournament day, and in order to be a part of it... She had to be in the tournament. Not a thrilling idea. However, Vix had learned long ago not to question these dreams, so she'd willingly entered herself in the competition.

Now she stood, shoulder leaning against the wall of the alley as one hand slipped fingers through long, glossy black locks of hair, absent-mindedly. It was a habit of hers, when she was thinking or observing, to toy with her hair. Either that, or poke gently at the three small diamonds that lined the underside of her eyebrow. She stood there, violet eyes shining as she observed the street.

At least the chaos was good for one thing. A distraction.

Without another word, she slipped her bow over her shoulder and started into the bustling crowd. Reaching a vendor, who was selling hot breakfast rolls, she slipped up behind him. He was a good 5 inches taller than her, and he didn't see her. She leaned forward, on her toes and whispered gently in his ear. "Would you be so kind as to give a hungry girl some breakfast?" She breathed, and he turned on his heel, ready to strike, but when he saw her, he stopped. He looked down into her wide, much-too-large, violet eyes, and her delicate, nonthreatening face and dropped his hand to his side. "Depends." He grumbled, grinning wickedly. "What do I get out of it?"

She sighed and took a step back towards his stall, slipping her hand out behind her to grab two rolls as she talked. "I wasn't talking about that you pig." She hissed, just as a man took off running through the crowd, zipping past her. "Maybe you should be less concerned with pretty girls, and more concerned that that man just took off with at least twelve of your rolls."

At that, the baker spun, giving her enough time to grab her breakfast and split.

With a full stomach, Rae approached the alternative arena entrance that those who were not simply watching the tournament were supposed to use. The guards looked at her funny. "I'm Raven Trix." She said, giving them her fake name. "I'm a contestant." They eyed her small frame and their eyebrows shot up, but they let her in. She couldn't help but catch their comments about how she'd never survive as she headed towards the participants balcony.

Once out on the balcony, bright light and loud cheering hit Vix hard, and she had to grip the wall with white knuckles as a wave of emotion crashed down on her. She could feel the symbol on her upper thigh burning ever-so-slightly, but she didn't know why. She stood in the back, under a shadow, silently watching the others. Hopefully her dream had been right. Whatever this was about, it better be good. There were better things she could be doing on a tournament day than this.

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Cecile sighed softly as others came onto the balcony, on the outside, she appeared serene and collected. On the inside, she was battling two different sensations. One, being the thousands of emotions buzzing around her, threatening to crush her under their weight, the other being the symbol on her upper thigh growing increasingly hotter. As she leaned against the wall, allowing the cool stone to chill her hot skin, her violet eyes scanned the others slowly. None of them seemed to be looking about, or paying attention to their fellow contestants, but Rae had her eyes roaming them all in turn, sizing them up, taking in the emotions of some of them, and gently prodding at their minds with her own, testing their mental strength.

A familiar feverish feeling slid over Raven's skin, causing her to shiver as a cold sweat slipped it's way down her spine. Not now, she thought frantically to herself, as she watched the shadows before her ripple. No one else on the balcony could see the spirit standing before her, but there it was, shivering into painful focus. Father? She thought to it, gripping her sides to hide her hands from shaking. She'd seen a million ghosts and spirits, but never before had they been someone she'd known. Some just wandered the streets in clear view all the time, while others appeared before her like this, causing her to feel feverish, searing heat and frigid cold at the same time. Silently, her father pointed across the arena to the place the king sat.

Sure enough, there sat her mother, beside the king, along with her two older brothers. She was his half-sister, making Vix the king's niece. But that was a life she'd left in the dust long ago. A life she couldn't even imagine anymore. Still, it hurt like a stab to her heart to see them standing there together, and something inside her told her that she should be over there, next to her brothers and their lovely wives. She remembered wrestling and sword fighting with her brothers as a child. They'd always been supportive of her independence, and, even though her mother had not, Vix knew she'd only meant well, wanting a good, comfortable life for her daughter. Rae had to swallow hard to keep a straight face on, and she was glad when the announcer spoke up, drawing her attention away from her former life, and back into her current one. Scat. She told her fathers spirit, and he dissipated into the air, and before she tuned her ears back into reality, Vixen had a brief thought about the irony that her mother had always down-graded Rae for her independence and strength, and yet, there she was, sitting proudly alone with no husband at her side, an independent widow.

"It's set ladies and gentlemen! We now have our match ups!" Raven turned her violet eyes on the announcer, leaning into the shadow as she watched. Shadows seemed to comfort her for some reason, calming her nerves, and stilling the rush of emotion around her ever so slightly. "We will now begin with our first fight of the day! The contestants: Sikes and Pristine, please come down to the fighting grounds!"

Vixen's eyes turned to the two who'd been called. They looked nervous, wait, no, scratch that, they felt nervous, but there was also something else there, under the nerves. Rae narrowed her eyes as she struggled to pinpoint it. "These two combatants come from far away, Sikes, a Dark Force Wielder who, get this, doesn't fight with a weapon. That's right folks, a man who his best weapon is his body itself! Who is he up against? Pristine, a Light Force Wielder who's main choice of weapon is a staff. Opposite forces and from out of town, maybe these two are from the same home!" That was it! Recognition. They knew each other! Though... Raven caught resentment as well. They weren't very happy to be there together apparently.

Rae turned her eyes on the boy, then the girl, and suddenly, she was hit with a splash of recognization as well. She'd seen these two. She was a vagabond, a nomad, traveling where she pleased, and she'd lived with both of their tribes for a short time. Not long, and before the "accident", which she'd only heard rumors of after she'd left, but it had been the first time in her life that she'd looked at someone and not tried to calculate their dollar worth, or what she could steal from them. That had been why she'd left. The strong sense of "home" had freaked her out, so she'd taken off.

Seeing these two here, together, was strange. She wasn't sure she'd ever said a single word to either of them, but she'd seen their faces, and, just like seeing her mother and brothers, it was like entering a dream. A different life. She rubbed the back of her neck, pinpointing the exits with her eyes. This tournament was turning out to be more than she could handle, and the fever symptoms of seeing her father's spirit were only just beginning to fade.

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Cecile watched as the two battled in the arena. The two were using powers like she'd never seen before and she knitted her eyebrows, taking a small step out of the shadows to see better. For a reason she could not say, her heart was pounding wildly against her ribcage, and something seemed to be stirring inside her. However, she didn't get the change to investigate it before she was forced to step into the shadows again.

The King's guard were rushing into the balcony, randomly grabbing hold of the contestants and claiming their arrest. Vixen watched intently as, because of her uncanny ability to blend with shadows, and sometimes miss the untrained eye, they bolted right past her. Slowly, she took a step backwards, only to feel hands clasp tightly around her small arms, holding her immobile, pinning her arms to her sides. Frantically, and with an unexpected strength, Vix spun in the mans arms grasp, so that she was facing him. He still held her, but at least she could see his face. "Thought you could hide darling?" He said tauntingly, with a wicked smile. "You're under arrest, King's orders."

She hissed under her breath and glanced around. Had the king or her mother or brothers found out she was here? Was that why they were taking her? No. It couldn't be. Why would they want all the other contestants too? Maybe, they would capture all the females, just to make sure they'd grabbed the right one, but there would be not reason for them to take the men too. She allowed herself to feel slight relief for a second. This meant that neither the King, nor her mother knew she was here yet. However... She glanced at the man holding her. If she allowed this man to capture her, it would only be a manner of minutes before they did discover it.

The mark on her upper thigh was burning like mad now, but she simply ignored it and smiled innocently up at the guard. Her big violet eyes, and sweet face made her appear threat-free. "What could the King want with me?" She asked, trying to stall for time while she prodded at his mind with her own, trying to look for holes and openings she could slip through.

Weaving illusions was tricky business. Sure, she could just thrust it on him, but he would only believe it for a few moments at the most, and she needed more time than that. The deeper into his mind, she was able to get, the longer her illusions lasted. If she got deep enough, or created an illusion elaborate enough, one of her tricks could become a memory for that person, and it would never wear off, for the rest of their lives. Essentially, she could drive someone insane with just a look into her eyes, a touch of her skin, or the hearing of her voice.

Put all three together, and you have a very strong illusion. Which the man was making the mistake of doing right now, holding her arms, looking into her eyes, and listening to her talk. She just hoped she could buy enough time to get out of here. She couldn't let the King, her mother, or her brothers know she was here.