Name: Cicily Mhathúna

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Race: Hybrid: Human + Elf


Religion: Majesty’s Chapel

Magic Specialty: Healing + Aids & Ailments

Appearance: Cicily stands at a quaint 5’5’’ with dark red (nearly crimson, but at times shines a brilliant dark orange) hair comes down her to chin. Her eyes are a vivid, beautiful green that changes shades depending on her emotions. Her skin is beautiful fair, without a blemish or scar in sight. As it should be really, the girl has led quite the sheltered life in the Majesty’s High Chapel in Silveredge. She wears a simple, pure white robe that would be more form fitting it there wasn’t daring slits in the sides. They travel up, all the way to her very upper thigh before the slit stops. The front is loose and a deep v-neck, exposing her chest and abdomen to a point. However, she wears a dark blue, piece of clothe over her breasts, so she’s not revealing anything indecent. Often she’ll have her hood up, hiding her face in shadow. Many say she shouldn’t though, Cicily is known throughout the chapel for her unrivaled beauty, but her shyness keeps her from openly flaunting it around (she does not wear shoes or boots, it is forbidden for a Maiden of the Majesty to do so). Her ears, while elf like, are shorter than the average elf, and a little less edgy. She does retain the ability to move them however, which is an envied Elven trait.

Personality: Cicily is quite shy; since she was little people have spoken of her beauty and flawless design. This should’ve boosted her ego, but instead, as she was flaunted around by her proud, controlling high-born parents, she withdrew. When she hit sixteen, and the suitors began to appear at the door, Cicily ran to the Chapel for an escape. There, they encouraged her quiet, reserved nature to the point where the girl only talked to other people if absolutely necessary. Cicily then can be summed up in three words: kind, curious, and shy. Often she will try to solve puzzles and problems on her own, as she has apprehensions about interacting with people. When talking to people, particularly attractive men, she most often blushes, even if she’s not embarrassed.

History: As stated in her personality, Cicily was born into the Mhathúna family. However, she was not exactly what her human father was expecting. She was the result of a shady affair her mother had with an Elven bodyguard. Cicily never knew her real father, as the guards to the family were quickly changed after her birth. Surprisingly, her human father welcomed her happily into his life, her mother, perhaps outraged that her child’s physical appearance had revealed her less then desirable affair, shunned her most of the time. As she grew though, neither parent could deny her outstanding beauty, and thus her mother took to flaunting her fledging daughter around. Such attention was unwanted however; Cicily grew intimidated by how many people were captivated by her. Her parents would fight about it, but in the end her mother won. Cicily was parading around more like a prized dragon then a human being.

Her father, in attempt to bring happiness to his daughter, introduced Cicily when she was fifteen to a Knight named Selene. Selene had been anxious to meet the teenager who was thought to be the most beautiful person in all of Eeva. Upon meeting the reserved girl, Selene found it a challenge to even get the girl to accept she was at least attractive, let alone beautiful. Cicily would always counter that people thought her skin was beautiful, not her soul, and thus because no one actually knew her, how could she be beautiful? Wanting to convince the girl, the young knight pulled some strings in the Chapel’s Dragon Registration and gave to Cicily a drake. After the bonding ceremony, the drake transformed into a gorgeous silver wyvern, whose once intimidating horns had transformed into sleek, long silver feathers. In front of her was proof that she was indeed as pure and wonderful as so many thought, and the teenager was thrilled.

But home life was getting worse, as her mother began to try and marry her off. Cicily, only sixteen, was clearly not ready for that. She bolted from her home, and ran to the Majesty’s High Chapel as a refuge. It was then and there she joined the Chapel, never wanting to have any part of the noble life ever again. Though her father was saddened by his daughter’s choice, he could understand it.

Cicily’s life in the Chapel was a simple one, she rose up the ranks because she was quiet, understanding and spent most of her time wandering the grounds with Selene, reading, or in meditation. Though recently rumours had begun to surface at just how close Selene and Cicily were, the High Maiden chose to go to Sith without her faithful companion. That soon stopped the rumours, though Cicily would’ve much preferred to travel with her old friend.

Weapon: None. She doesn’t fight. She has some basic combat training, but that’s it. It looks much more like dancing though, the combat aspect was only taught by Selene to try and give the poor priestess some defense.

Spells: Simple healing spells, she can ease the symptoms of poisonings so someone else can arrive to cure the victim. Her most handy spell is basic mana armor, as long as she can concentrate on the spell, a single ally will receive a bonus to defense.

Home: Grand City of Silveregde, a sprawling city of proud humans, some of which frown on her because of her Elf father.

Mount: Wyvern

Mount’s Name: Aiday

Mount’s Appearance: Aiday is a Wyvern, a beautiful, majestic dragon who is covered in gleaming silver scales and sleek feathers. She looks a bit more bird like then the drakes, and she cannot roar. Instead she sounds like a falcon or an eagle; very rarely does she manage to force a terrifying call out of her throat worthy of the name ‘Dragon’. She’s an older dragon, intended as a broodmother until she saw Cicily and felt a spiritual bond with the meek girl. Her appearance gives off the impression of regal, important, and maybe even royal. Her eyes are a deep, capturing purple, and her pupils are vaguely star shaped. Aiday is large enough to have three people sit comfortably on her, anymore and it gets crowded.

Other: Across Eeva, Cicily is renowned for her beauty, some going as far as calling her the spirit bride of Daggoth.

Eventually I draw her... Eventually... XD