First Name: Cicilia
Last Name: Hashuurt
Appearance: Intimidating to behold; she often paints red skulls over her armor. She has yellow eyes that give the slightest of shine in utter darkness. Her hair, when exposed, is black. She typically keeps her hair in a well kempt ponytail. She normally wears a mask and hood to cover up her fiendish features, in addition to her small but noticeable horns. Always carrying an axe around, she often wears heavy armor or pricey outfits for casual wear. While her other features may be put people off, she is otherwise quite pleasant to look at.
Race: Tiefling; Devil-Blooded
Age: 24
Height: 7'4 ft
Weight: 203 (without armor)
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Black
Facial Hair Style: None
Personality Profile: Cicilia is typically civil around people; though she has a tongue that is as eager to pierce conversations as her axe is to flesh. She typically keeps herself reserved and often seeks friends over enemies (few as they are). She's often grinning or daydreaming, but when given domain over anyone acts with the tone and stature of a truly inspiring figure.
General Health: Healthy. She gets plenty of physical activity; refrains from drinking alcohol; is picky about those she gets intimate with; takes two baths a day (if possible); feeds only on fresh meals balanced with fruits, vegies, and dairy products; and behaves well in the city (being hanged is generally bad for you!).
Deity: None.
Initial Alignment: Lawful Evil (very light on the evil portion)
Profession: Mercenary-Adventurer (that, she intends to change)
Base Class & Proposed Development: Currently a fighter. Her focus and skill with large axes is something she is keen on improving on a daily basis. So dedicated is she that she is even looking for a mentor axeman to help her improve her skills (weaponmaster development). She is also quite keen on being more than just a devil-blooded mercenary; she wants a title.
Habits/Hobbies: She is usually seeking work or adventure in her spare time. She also enjoys sparring and training with her axe; she's not picky at all with whom. She also enjoys a good book while visiting sermons of different churches (she likes to understand people better; and faith does much to shape them).
Languages: Common, Draconic (a language she learned out of sheer fear for being gulped by one of these mighty creatures one day).
Weapon of Choice: Greataxe
Background: Cicilia is the byproduct of a barbarian raid. Her mother, a rather affluent merchant, had her entire assets and lifestyle taken away in one fell swoop best left undescribed. She originally lived on the northern borders of Luskan, but migrated further down south when she was with child. Her mother was also a tiefling, though much smaller and less obvious than herself in comparison. Though she commanded a modicum of respect in her mercantile trade, Shayla (Cicilia's mother) was doomed to a life as a pawner of mundane goods after Cicilia was born. Although Shayla had a hard time accepting her existence and the responsibility she brought at first, ultimately motherly love flourished.
By the time she was in her late teens, Cicilia could safely say she had a better life than most of her neighbors. Indeed; her mother had it seen to that she was educated in hopes of her taking after her own trade. That hope died when Cicilia grew fond of weapons; particularly axes of great size (just something about the shape...). She was already taking up jobs as a mercenary by the time she could effectively swing her weapon. Luskan, as it was, was swarming with men and women like her. Those who would risk their lives for a chance to shed some blood and make a few extra coin in the process. For a time, Cicilia knew a life of drunken revelry and carnage that was all too appeasing. All that changed a few months after her nineteenth winter.
Cicilia had always been loose on her terms of contract; but the one she accepted during a night at the Sea Dog's Tankard. It was suppose to be a simple beatdown on a foreign merchant who was eluding his 'safety taxes'. This gang had had dealings with Cicilia before, and even felt comfortable hiring her. Alongside a shady half-orc and drunkard of a swordsman, they set themselves upon the inn room of the foreign merchant. The door was easy to break open... the will of the merchant was not. She knew nothing of this man beyond his appearance and stubborness. Even with his knick-knacks being destroyed and his face beaten mercilessly, the man still refused to submit . It was when the half-orc noticed feet sticking out from under the bed that things began to go downhill. The brutish man lifted a screaming girl from underneath the bed. She was clutching her teddy while tears streamed down her face when the half-orc brought a knife to her throat. Cicilia's heart sank at the sight. For all the things she had done in her life, none were so heinous as towards what she beheld now. The merchant broke; he was begging for his daughter's life as he gestured to a drawer and cabinet. The drunkard tagging along began to struggle fitting the key he snatched from the drawer into the cabinet as the half-orc set the girl down. "That everything?" he asked. The merchant was hysterical at this point... pride and wealth paled in comparison to the value of his daughter's life; he nodded. The half-orc flipped the knife in his hand before slashing across the merchant's throat; giving the walls a nice new coat of crimson paint. Cicilia twitched as she beheld the gruesome display, complimented by the little girl's sudden despair as she dropped her stuffed animal and hugged her parent's leg. "Why did you do that?!" she demanded. The man paused; wasn't she supposed to be reliable? "You had your job, I had mine. He would've left the next morning anyway..." he said as he wiped his dagger. Cicilia looked towards the girl, then the buffoon stuffing gold in a sack from the cabinet. Was this where her life had gone? This... chaos. It left a bad taste in her mouth. And the child... her father...
Something snapped. She decapitated the half-orc quite suddenly, before slamming her axe into the forehead of the shocked drunkard (who was fortunate enough not to be sober at the time). She gave away to herself, hacking at them for a good few minutes before turning to the girl. She was still crying... even terrified of her now. She looked around for a moment and gave away to her primal instincts. She ran. She ran from the inn, ran from the city, ran from her previous life altogether. Her life in Luskan was over; as was her old self.
For the next few years, Cicilia embraced a life of order, discipline, values, and even a twisted form of honor. She went from town to town, city to city, living life as a mercenary with standards. She brought herself from some scumbag from Luskan into a respectable adventurer. Self-discipline was a practice earned over the years; transforming herself into a being of order and harsh honesty. Despite all she's done to improve herself, part of her still aches to see her mother again; more so, her encounter with the merchant and his daughter permanently scarred her heart with regret (the sight of children is enough to make her cry).
Her ambition has grown over the years. She wants so much more in life to prove not to just to others, but herself, that one can wrestle their own destiny and aspire to be whatever they please; that the strong need not become degenerate savages to get what they want. That ambition soared to fantasies of nobility and titles when she made her way even further down south to Baldur's Gate. Originally, this was where her mother had been born. It seemed only fitting to settle her roots here. Her wandering was over; her goals set, axe sharp, and will to see them through as solid as stone. "Damn those who question me and my blood; I will seize my future!" she thinks to herself.
Whether or not she will see her visions realized remains to be seen...
Goals: She wants a title, but she's not going to burn the world for it. She wants to be recognized for her value and worth to the city and all its inhabitants (commoners and nobles alike) while at the same time earning her insatiable need for respect. She also seeks to continue improving herself as she ponders and contemplates on how to sway others into thinking the way she does.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: Cicilia is faithless, but that's not beyond rectifying. All she needs is serious persuasion or evidence that there's at least one deity watching out for her. She is also exceptionally well disciplined and reserved; to the point at which she's convinced from hubris that this is how every warrior (or soldier) should live and always seeks to find a way to implement that in the lives of others without invoking ire or attention from certain eyes.
Though her soul is tainted from the many misdeeds (and indeed, heinous thoughts still plagueing her mind such as greed and a desire to see enemies suffer gruesomely) Cicilia is far from redemption, and indeed, her heart may have a slither of gold beneath all that black (her soft spot for children can easily be exploited). One simply need to employ persuasion (or a bard, since she's also vulnerable to artistic appreciation) to 'heal' her heart and soul.
Misc Facts: She loves music, literature, tales, discipline, knightly-practices (she adopted from a brief stay in Neverwinter), sparring, adventure, seeing her enemies suffer, the clinker of gold coin, bastions of civilization (can't stand being in the wilderness for too long!), slaying savages like orcs and gnolls (barbarians beware), seeing harsh justice inflicted on those she thinks guilty, traditions, visiting sermons of clerics from various churches (mostly to digest what shapes people as they are, and partly due to the chance to challenge those beliefs if someone calls upon her), children, her mother, sailing (to harpoon large creatures!), the sight of marching armies, and people who submit to her.
She typically keeps a handy, but pricey, supply of cider perfumes on her person to help coat the scent of brimstone.
As a mercenary-adventurer, she has very high standards. She refuses to do anything illegal (and will even turn in those attempting to employ her for it). She also refuses to work with any thugs or savages she deems unworthy of life (she vents her own guilt on those who remind her of her previous life). Beyond that, she isn't afraid to do something heinous in service to authority and order.
Flaws: Heart is heavy with guilt; it could be a problem in the future in terms of health (mental and physical). She still has some ties to Luskan, mostly the enemies she made after betraying her contractor. Still yearns to see her mother, and may make the mistake of visiting Luskan to retrieve her someday (her fate is currently unknown). Her standards and policies may make others suffer at her benefit. She has an uncanny fear of dragons (child horror stories) and would likely end up trying to appease one rather than fight it, even if it was a weakling. Being a tiefling makes it difficult for others to accept her, most of the time. Her intimidating figure may make it difficult for anyone to get close. She absolutely despises people who aren't bound to civilization; druidic or shamanic people have her hate for simply being who they are. Has little care for the environment; would gladly see a forest cut down if there was profit to be had. Her faithlessness is self-explanatory; her destiny to merge with the wall is certain without intervention. She's so certain hers is the only way for true warriors to exist that she will likely make a few enemies in terms of philosophy. She really couldn't care less for most people; the world is a cradle of chaos with a few bastions of order: You prosper through self-improvement and strength, or live a miserable life (an analogy that breeds independence, but also indifference).
