Cerise Brosseau

[Cerise]

Name: Cerise Brosseau
Class: Archer -> Sniper
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 16
Born in: Pherae

Brilliant blue eyes always seem to be staring off into the world around her, full of curiosity. Despite Cerise's small frame (she stands at 5'3), pliable muscle lithely cords itself into her body, giving little room for body fat. Still going through puberty, Cerise has nearly missed the "curvy" gene altogether, appearing like somewhat of beanpole, save for the small curves generally hidden underneath her loose fitting clothing. She doesn't mind though; Cerise is more interested in bettering herself as a marksman than putting herself into the dating game (for the most part) and is effectively wary in nearly everything she does. That outlook is perfectly noticeable, even if her hair occasionally gets in the way, when facing off against a foe. Cerise doesn't fight clean or fair by any means; she takes any opening left by an opponent and exploits it, and is therefore regarded by many as an opportunist and by those felled by her as a true-shot.

Clothes:
Preferring tight-fitting garments over clunky ones that get in her way, Cerise packs light. Being left-handed, Cerise tucks her earthen-colored quiver onto her right side and sheaths her bow on her left-side, effectively preferring to stay low to the ground before performing acrobatic shots. With green as her favorite color, Cerise often appears camouflaged, save for her ivory colored legs that slip free of the tunic, save for the brown shorts that rest on her mid-thigh. Matching brown moccasins (occasionally sandals), complete her outfit and are rather comfortable, not to mention allow her swift movement on the battle field. The only trinket on her persona at any time is a medium-small sized canteen crafted from a nautilus shell and usually tied to a pale pink string and strung across her back.
 
Story:
Some people regard Cerise's story as a sad one, but she does not. Cerise's mother, Marceline, was never married and was effectively celibate until a few days after she met her daughter's father. Her father, effectively without name in Cerise's book, quickly wooed Marceline with tales of adventure, a few gifts, and otherwise exaggerated stories of his plunder. Marceline and this man fornicated and Marceline became pregnant, only for Cerise's father to up and vanish a few days after.

Marceline, however, took her pregnancy with grace, and due to her living in a port city, effectively continued her merchandising business just until Cerise was born. Taking on her mother's surname, Cerise was pampered by her mother (once she resumed work, that is), and even her grandparents when they paid their daughter and granddaughter the occasional visit. Cerise and Marceline remained extremely close as they grew up, even more so when Cerise began showing interest in the archers around town. With Cerise having found what could become a hobby, Marceline enrolled her seven year old daughter into archery training. There, the brunette child practiced with her bow, learning to shoot and fire it as though she were a soldier.

Marceline, however, didn't count on Cerise growing so quickly. Quickly leaving her training years behind, Cerise seemed to find herself more and more interested in the world outside of Pherae and more and more interested in finding someone to tutelage under. After much talk, crying, promising, and hugging, Marceline tearfully agreed that it was Cerise's life to live and that if she wanted to leave Pherae, she could, as long as they saw one another at least twice a year.

Cerise agreed, and with a hug, her mom retrieved a nautilus canteen, something that had always close her mom's heart, since it was given to her the night Cerise was conceived, before sending her daughter away, into wide blue yonder.

[Clair Feldsky]

How about that. Pherae is on the ocean. I suppose it makes sense for it to have a port then.

Alright,approved.