<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/Cera.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>: Cera<br/><strong>Player</strong>: Lorelei<br/><strong>Country of Origin</strong>:  Cimmeria<br/><strong>Deity(s)</strong>:  Crom<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation</strong>: Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 23<br/><strong>Height</strong>: 5ft 9in<br/><strong>Weight</strong>: 135lbs<br/><strong>Eyes</strong>: Black<br/><strong>Hair</strong>: Pale Blue<br/><strong>Distinguishing Features/Markings/Scars/Tattoos</strong>: Startling blue eyes.  Soft supple skin that bears the marks of the many battles she has been in without detracting from her beauty.  A lithe, athletic figure with just the right curves in all the right places.<br/><br/><strong>Class/Skill Background</strong>:  Pit Fighter(Fists/blades/acrobatics/showmanship)<br/><strong>Weapons Specialties</strong>:  Unarmed combat, blades<br/><strong>Weapons</strong>: A pair of short swords, numerous daggers.  A hunting bow and arrows.<br/><strong>Armor</strong>:  Leather armor, tight and revealing<br/><strong>Equipment/Supplies</strong>:  Standard adventuring gear, a small cache of coins, a rented room in an inn in the city<br/><strong>Personality Traits</strong>:  Wild and adventurous, boisterous and loud, blunt and often rude, quick to anger, quick to laugh, quick to fight<br/><strong>Racial Animosities</strong>:  Picts are subhuman savages.  Most 'civilized races' are soft and decadent.<br/><strong>Phobias</strong>:  Sorcery and various Cimmerian superstitions.<br/><br/><strong>Bio &amp; Notes</strong>:  Born and raised in a Cimmerian village near the Pictish frontier, violence was never a stranger in young Cera's life.  She was taught at a young age how to survive in the wilderness and how to fight, as were all the children, boys and girls alike, lest they perish on some Pict's spear.  A wild and adventurous child, Cera was always at home in the dark woods and gloomy hills of her homeland but she dreamed of seeing the wider world.  She got the chance sooner than expected.  An overlying amorous suitor had made unwanted, forceful advances and when he finally resorted to violence, Cera responded in kind and gelded the young man with a hunting knife.  The fact that the young man was the chieftain's son hastened her departure from Cimmeria as she fled for her life.<br/><br/>She fell in with a group of Cimmerian sellswords who were travelling south, eager to earn riches in King Conan's service.  After stabbing a man who tried to sneak into her bedroll unwanted at night, she earned the sellswords' respect and a place at their side as a fellow warrior.  Over the seasons, the group had many adventures in Aquilonia and beyond.  Then one night, in the service of a devious Stygian spice merchant, the company was betrayed.  Many perished and those who survived, including Cera, were sold into slavery in Turan.<br/><br/>Although quite the beauty with dark hair, striking blue eyes, pale fair skin and a lithe, shapely figure, Cera did not have the temperment to be a bedslave.  Even after countless beatings and rapes, administered by a long series of owners and trainers, the Cimmerian remained furious, defiant and unbroken.  After biting the member off of her last owner, an odious Turanese wine merchant, when he tried to force it into her mouth, Cera was sentenced to death in the arena.<br/><br/>Much to the surprise of the arena crowd, Cera survived her first fight.  Then her second.  And then her third.  She channeled her anger and fought and fought until one day, she won enough coin to earn her freedom...