<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Sample_f844339c9f6f5ad3483bc8ec391ac8fa.png)</div><strong>Ledaal Cerulean Dawn</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/14frQ98ipU7SK4K3D_YfWqvH5s0PUOT5ISTn_qiqPFCg/edit<br/><br/>Willpower 9/9<br/>Personal Motes: 9/14<br/>Peripheral Motes 20/36<br/>Anima Flux Level 0<br/><br/>Health: <br/>OK ( ) <br/>-1 ( )( )( )( )<br/>-2 ( )( )( )( )<br/>-4 ( )<br/>I ( )<br/>D ( )( )( )( ) </div></div><br/>Though it hardly qualified as a hard battle, Cerulean didn't have much attention to spare pondering the odd scent emanating from the men who were tasting the strength of her jade fist.<br/><br/>Frosted silver hair flared around the sienna skinned girls body as she danced hither and yon in front of the rioters.  Cerulean was trying to hem them in and give others a chance to escape them.  She occasionally caught a fist in her jade hand and slammed the rioter who owned it over her shoulder and onto the ground.  Other times she caught table leg on cross ed wrists while hammering a knee into a man's midsection, or caught both of  a rioter's hands and smashed his nose into his face with a head butt.<br/>