First of all: Sorry for disappearing these days! Didn't have time to sit and write and trying to make my character sheet from my phone clearly wasn't working. 

But I'm back!

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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LFKTb1qpHo][color=007236][b]"Just listen, observe and shut up"[/b][/color][/url]
[h3][b][i]Lucille Sophie Kaides[/i][/b][/h3][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 16 [26] | [b]Height:[/b] 5'2" | [b]Voice:[/b] Sweet, quiet, shy, soft.

[h3][i]First Life[/i][/h3]
[center] [color=007236]"Stay there quietly"[/color] [/center]

Her life wasn't easy at all, but also couldn't be considered difficult. Indifference would be the word to describe it, to describe her life, her parents, her relations. Growing up in a rich home, with tutors, with everything and the touch of her fingers. Everything except someone to trust, someone to love her. 

[center] [color=007236]"Be careful and don't mess up your dress"[/color] [/center]

Her parents didn't really want kids, they wanted an heir. All they imagined and dreamed of was a perfect heir, a son with amazing abilities with the sword and strategy, or a perfect daughter, beautiful, all soft smiles, someone to marry off for a good price. Instead, they got Lucille: she was a good kid, nice and loving, but never enough. She wasn't beautiful enough, smart enough, cunning enough. She just wasn't. 

[center] [color=007236]"Lucille, darling, I don't have time for this"[/color] [/center]

Growing up, she spent far more time with her tutors and servants than her parents. Her father was always travelling, trying to be as far as possible from his wife and daughter, her mother busy maintaining an image of the perfect lady, even though her husband wouldn't even talk to her. Meanwhile, little Lucille had to find ways to entertain herself, isolated from the world so her family could keep playing the perfect little noble family. The only thing she could do with her time was training archery, being an art that one of her tutors enjoyed teaching her.

[center] [color=007236]"Why don't you go out and stop being a bother?"[/color] [/center]

And that she did. Soon she started training, spending all of her free time, almost all of her waking hours, shooting arrows in the backyard, improving day by day. Some servants even started going with her, enjoying the spectacle that it was, whispering about how she could easily win most of the tournaments, even with people older and wiser than her. Everyone in the palace would go see her one day or the other; everyone but her mother.

[center] [color=007236]"Don't ask for attention, that's unbecoming of a lady"[/color] [/center]

When it was finally time to go to the academy, Lucille didn't have any idea of how to talk to people her age. She got to her classes, did her tasks, but never showed her real ideas or opinions. Her mother always told her she was supposed to be seen, a beautiful flower, and she had to let the others be the ones to think and explain. She never showed her talents, stopping her training and focusing on being the perfect average noble, just as her mother wanted. She wouldn't let others get in her heart either, even if that hurt her sometimes. She was still nice, all smiles and helping acts, but no one ever knew if that was real or not. She even gained herself the title of Ice Princess: cold, unattainable, pretty to look at, fragile. Something you couldn't touch unless you wanted it to melt and go away. She got through the academy as the wind blowing softly: maybe you noticed it, but it wasn't relevant enough, it didn't change a thing.

[center] [color=007236]"You are supposed to be seen, not heard"[/color] [/center]

When the war started, she decided to take a stand and go with the other archers. Her mother didn't agree at the beginning, until al counselor said that it would always be good publicity. When the demons got to the palace and Lucille was called with the others, her mother didn't even say goodbye. She was already trying to run away through a tunnel. It was the last straw: she was trying her best, keeping the face of her family, all their responsabilities in her shoulders, while her mother ran away like the worst of the traitors. But she couldn't get angry then, didn't have time for vengeance or regret, only cared about trying to save her home and her people, the only ones that cared about her. They deserved to live, and she deserved too, now that she understood that she had to really live instead of just moving to her mother's song. 

[center] [color=007236]"At my mark! Aim... Tense... Shoot!"[/color] [/center]

They did what they could, but soon the palace was surrounded. There were demons everywhere, chaos, smoke and screams getting to the place where the archers were. It was almost a massacre, blood every place Lucille looked, people falling over the wall, everyone falling over corpses and forgotten victims of the attack. Lucille fought with all she had to try and find a way out, helping out the others, but they couldn't make it. Thankfully, the axe that got her was merciless, but quick. It all faded to black, but it didn't even hurt. 

[center] [color=007236]Enough[/color] [/center]

[h3][i]Equipment[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Light bow and arrows
[*]Leather arm guards[/list]
[h3][i]Abilities[/i][/h3]
You have [b]4 Experience[/b] to spend here
[list][*]Physical Strength: 3rdd Rate
[*]Aura: 3rd Rate 
[*]Magic: 0th Circle 
[list][*]Skill/Spell Name - Skill/Spell Description [list][*]Sub-Sub-List for Upgrades.[/list][/list][/list]
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