[h1][color=C40000]Cerise Sorovillo[/color][/h1]

Well, this morning wasn't turning out [i]quite[/i] how Cerise had hoped. 

She walked through the remnants of the fight, her crimson lips pursed into a bored expression. Her crossbow was clutched close to her side, closer than usual. She gave a slight sigh at having to punch a riled-up man in the face, but she still didn't unhand her crossbow. A weapon like that wasn't needed against such a weak crowd. Why were they fighting anyway? Last she had checked, this was an Alliance, not a collection of animals. And why had she been called to the briefing room? Were they finally assigning her to a unit? She had been here for weeks now, waiting for an excuse to not laze around with the rest of this so-called 'Alliance'.

Cerise looked intimidating even in her plain clothing. Her inky hair was pulled back into a low [url=http://i.imgur.com/ZMZ5bYe.png]ponytail[/url], one of her favorite hairstyles as it was easy to do and kept the hair away from her face. As always, her thrillingly pale face drew attention to her startlingly red eyes, which were accented by her defined eyebrows. Surprisingly, she had used very little makeup to get this way. Just a little bit of blush to add a tad of color to her normally pale-as-the-dead face, and she was set. Of course, her ginormous antlers stuck out of her head like a sore thumb, a sore thumb she was proud of. It just added to the intimidation factor, something that she appreciated. 

After she had finished wading through the brawl, she entered the briefing room, ducking in order to avoid hitting her antlers on the doorframe. Though she loved them, she had to admit that the antlers could be somewhat of a hindrance. She gracelessly clambered into one of the chairs in the room, not bothering to greet anyone in the room. If they really needed to, they could ask about her. Though they wouldn't get an answer out of her.