Name: Ceciliae Lynae Marlow "Celi"
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance:
Personality:
Celi is a very proud young woman with a spitfire sense of being, and a very outspoken nature. She completely despises pirates, and so she has a very hateful, and even sarcastic sense of....humor when it comes to them. As for others, she can be friendly, the best ally one could have, and an even worse enemy when it comes down to it.
History/Biography:
(I do not write in the First Person, but I felt the history, and bio would be a little more interesting if I wrote it this way.)
I was born in the slums of Flia, to a lovely couple. My mother, Lilian Marlow, was a seamstress. She ran one of the most well known shops, one that was frequently visited by frequent buyers. My father, Joseph Marlow, worked in a smithy and crafted good swords, tools, and armor for the Flian watch. Good men with good jobs to watch out for good people, and be rid of filth. Filth like the pirates. Now, when I was a little girl, I remember sitting up in my room, and staring out of my window to gaze at the sea. I remember seeing the pirate ships, and then the army fleet in hot pursuit of them. That was the first time I had ever seen the pirates. To me, it was the most exciting thing I could remember. I had wanted the life of a pirate then, a life full of adventure, and thrill. A life full of danger, and myths.
When I started in my school days, I would always get in trouble for daydreaming, and talking about the pirates. My teachers said that the pirates were filth, that the pirates were dangerous, and even talking about them could get me thrown in the pit for days. See, pirates in Flia were no better than dirt. They were illegal, looked down upon, and the beloved children of Flian women were sheltered from that life. Unfortunately, they couldnt shelter me. I was a free spirit, they couldnt cage me, and so the only thing they could do, was hide me from the law so that I may be saved from the pit. It continued for years like this. My free spirit would carry me to the port, my father would carry me back, humiliate me in hopes that it would stop me, but no. Nothing worked.
Until that one fateful night when I was 15 years old.
It had seems like any other day. I knew id get in trouble for something reckless, my father would scold me, and my mother would look at me disappointed in my actions. I would go to my room, and the day would end. Yet thing hadnt quite gone like I had expected. Before I had even woken that morning, my mother's shrill screams jerked me from a sound sleep. I rushed from my bed, and shot down the stairs only to see my mother, and father slain upon the kitchen floor. My father had tried to protect my mother, but they both had died in the process. I didnt cry, I refused to cry as a new hatred bubbled up in me. The sword stuck in my father's back was that of a pirate. The things I reveled, the people who I wished to be like....had fallen from the worshiped pedestal in my mind.
When the day had finished, and the night was over, I was given to the orphanage of Flia, a disgraced child who had lost her parents. I was there for years....until the pirates struck again.
That is my story. Never once had I imagined that I would now be on this ship with these.....things. But here I am, body bobbing with the waves as they rock the boat. Im here with many people, fuming, and infuriated. A slave to the pirates.
Emplacement of future Slave Brand:
Her upper right ribcage.
