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[center][h1][color=DarkViolet]Princess Priscilla Jameson of Thirmos[/color][/h1]
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[sub][i]"Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools."[/i] -[b]Napoléon Bonaparte[/b][/sub]
[indent][h3][sup]Name[/sup][/h3][indent]Priscilla Jameson[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Nickname[/sup][/h3][indent]Cilla[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Age[/sup][/h3][indent]21[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Gender[/sup][/h3][indent]Female[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Sexuality[/sup][/h3][indent]Bisexual[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Title[/sup][/h3][indent]Princess[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Kingdom[/sup][/h3][indent]Thirmos[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Loyalty[/sup][/h3][indent]Thirmos[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]In Depth Appearance[/sup][/h3][indent]
Cilla stands at 5 foot 9 and displays some muscle on her body, but not enough to be noticeable at first glance. The first thing people usually notice about Cilla is her ash blonde hair, while the second is the large scar she tries to hide with a strand of her hair. The scar travels from just under her eye down to her cheek, and is noticeable even with the strand of hair attempting to cover it. Along with this scar, Cilla also has a few scars on the tops of her hands from times she tried to sharpen her own blade. Her eyes are a piercing hazel, something which stands out next to her pale skin. 

Cilla often wears practical, boyish clothes as much as possible. With a firm dislike for dresses, Cilla can often be seen wearing leather trousers along with leather boots. Other than this, she often wears shirts and the like. She is frequently seen carrying her sword on her back, in its stained purple leather sheath.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Likes[/sup][/h3][indent]
Fighting
Dogs
Horses
Vodka
Watching the joust[/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Dislikes[/sup][/h3][indent]

Dresses
Losing
Wine
Reading
Bears


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[indent][h3][sup]Personality[/sup][/h3][indent]
Rebellious and adventurous, Cilla is not the generic princess everyone had hoped her to be. From a young age Cilla had always wanted to explore. She often escaped her crib to crawl around the castle, often getting stuck in some cupboard, never to be found until she began to wail for her mother. As a child she was just as rebellious and adventurous as she was as a baby. She frequently escaped various lessons by leaping out of the ground floor window in her tutor-room before going to play with the horses.

Of course, as she grew older more and more of this rebellious attitude faded. While not conforming to norms and often defying the wishes of her superiors, Cilla is a lot more agreeable than she was in her teens. While it pains her to do it, she would wear a dress if it was absolutely necessary for a ceremony, even if it is just to appease her parent's wishes. 

In a fight, Cilla acts just as she does in any competition, Cocky and arrogant. She uses her speed to her advantage and dances around her opponents with dodges and rolls as best she can.  [/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Background[/sup][/h3][indent]
Cilla was born during a blizzard, on a cold wintry night. Even as a baby she was trouble, often pulling on peoples hair and breaking expensive necklaces to the point where people began tying their hair up and taking necklaces off even if they were just in the same room as her. 

As a child, Cilla was subjected to what she still believes to be the worst experience of her life. School. She hated it, the constant sitting for hours on end, the reading, the stuffy rooms and of course, the maths. Her parents made one small error when choosing which room to put Cilla in for her tutoring. They made it a ground floor room. She would often escape out the window when her tutor left the room to retreive something or even just turned his back to fetch some papers. She had two places of choice to go, the stables or the city. Despite her distinctive hair colour, she managed to sneak unnoticed through the city and made many common friends throughout her adventures in the city. Eventually to the point where she developed a strange pseudo-posh common accent, which her parents hate to this day.

Her moment of revelation came when she was around 9. One of her friends fathers had recently became a squire, and as such Cilla was regaled of tales about knights and battles from her friend. They began play fighting with toy wooden swords and to her surprise, Cilla was a natural. She annoyed and pestered her parents for weeks until they finally hired an experienced, but retired knight to teach her how to fight.

Her teachings continued until she was about 16, at which point the knight had exhausted all of his knowledge on Cilla. Suffice to say she was quite the warrior, despite her major flaw of hating shields and the like. She snuck out one night after her training was finished to go hunting, something which he had never done before. The first 40 minutes or so were hopeless, she could hardly see in the dark let alone hunt in it. She managed to kill a rabbit at around the 50 minute mark, but soon after caught sight of much bigger pray. A bear was sleeping within sight of her. She went in for the kill, a simple throat slit, but messed up at the last second and only managed to slice one its eyes.

In its blind rage the bear managed to strike Cilla cross the face, scarring her for life. Knowing a fight like this was far too difficult for her to even survive, Cilla took off running. The bear was hot on her trail though and was about to catch up when it fell into a slump against a tree, an arrow piercing it's skull. As it turns out, a search party was sent to retrieve Cilla after her parents heard her knock over a candelabra while she made her daring escape from the castle. She was brought back safe and sound, but her family were shocked to see the bleeding wound tracing her face.

The wound turned to a scar sooner rather than later and Cilla was stuck with it for the rest of her life. While she puts up a front of not caring about the scar, she makes at least a small effort to hide it with a strand of hair.

After her encounter with a bear, life went on as normal. It was arranged that she would be able to go on hunting parties with trusted colleagues and whatnot in order to ensure her safety. [/indent][/indent]

[indent][h3][sup]Extra[/sup][/h3][indent]Her favourite colour is purple.[/indent][/indent][/center] [/hider]