<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Evangelista Cell</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1313217368285863623981108.jpg)</div><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon kin(Human)<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Age:</strong> Twenty-Three<br/><strong>Abilitie(s):</strong> <em>Clairvoyance</em> — Seeing (and sometimes hearing, or using other senses, including ones that aren't part of the standard package) far-away places, localizing specific persons one concentrates on, usually involves a trance state. <br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong> Bi-Sexual<br/><strong>Flaw:</strong> <br/><br/>She has an intense weakness to extreme temperatures.  When confronted with heat, she's prone to passing out, and due to poor circulation, cold temperatures can make her extremities go numb, hampering her ability to grip a quill, and even walk at times.  Due to several occurrences, where she was exposed to harsh temperatures, she's lost complete feeling in parts of her body.<br/><br/>Cell is a fanatical follower of the old religion, the Scions of the Winter Sun.  She is so enraptured in the church, that in her mind, it can do no wrong.  <br/><br/><strong>Treasure:</strong> <br/><br/>The Scarlet Tome (http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1313217368285869058214156.jpg) is Cell's most prized possession.  For centuries it has been kept under the diligent care of Lance's only Scriptorium, and only to be handled by the Master Scribe's themselves.  When Cell came into possession of it, while still a fledgling Scribe herself, she vowed to protect it with her life.  The tome itself is large and heavy, and is also only one volume in an Eight volume set.  Inside, is a compendium of knowledge, dating back from the formation of the church, to the present day.  Cell keeps it wrapped in calf skin, and stowed in a bag that never leaves her side.<br/><br/><strong>Weapon(s):</strong> <br/><br/><em>Glaive-Guisarmes:</em> Cell carries a pole weapon that has a 45cm long single edged blade on the end, with a small hook on the reverse side.  The pole itself is 2m long, and made of wood.<br/><br/><em>Dagger:</em>  A short ranged weapon, Cell carries it in her right boot, and it's particularly vicious in it's jagged blade.<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong> <br/><br/>Standing at 5'7", Cell is rather tall for a girl, and her build can best be described as being thin in some places, and plump in others.  Her limbs, and torso are perhaps a little longer than normal, and her skin almost albino white from toiling in doors for most of the day.  Her eyes are a light amber in color, but her hair is her most striking feature, and one that marks her as a scribe and in extension, as a member of the Scion of the Winter Sun's Sisterhood.  The Sisterhood, an order dedicated to the copying of manuscripts dating back to ancient times, is best noticed, by their ink stained hair and fingers, and within the Sisterhood, is a badge of honor.  Her fingers, like her fellow sisters, are long, stained with splotches of color, and calloused.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> <br/><br/>Cell was born for the church, being a fourth child to a poor family, and has lived her entire life, up until the events of this story, dedicating her life to the church.  Words like worth ethic, perseverance, and humble persistence, are ingrained into her very soul.  She has long ago, become content with a life meant to serve in the dim, but hollowed walls of Lances only Scriptorium, located in it's only Scion Temple.  In an odd way, she's even thankful for the opportunity, knowing that in poorer cities, the lower classes didn't have such a prestigious option, and large families would suffer for it.<br/><br/>Like all the Sisters, she's meant to be patient, watchful, and most of all silent, unless it's absolutely necessary to speak.  But it's the silent part of her calling, that she's always struggled with, and as a consequence she's been bound to a vow of silence for the last decade.  This, unlike anything else, taught her the importance of blessed silence, and how to train herself in watching and listening, the way she was meant to be.  <br/><br/>Despite this outward show of obedience, and softness, inside she carries a will power made of steel.  And having such a strong will, has proved to absolutely essential in her life, especially in an atmosphere so filled with over powered personalities, and a drive to do nothing but serve the god's of old in worship, and diligent work of toil.<br/><br/>By living at the temple, she's lived in one of the only places where her gift has been celebrated, rather than shunned.  It's not very obvious, since she was encouraged to undergo her vow of silence, but it has, and her vow has only increased her awareness.  Through her self enforced silence, she's come to realize that sharing her visions with just everyone, without a thought to how it's a gift from the gods, is in affect, squandering it, and decreasing it's value. <br/><br/>Now that she's been released from her vow, and bestowed with such an important calling, it'll take more than a little time, to get used to speaking, and sharing what she see's with the people who most need her power.  <br/><br/><strong>History:</strong><br/><br/>Cell's story starts at her birth, and the circumstances surrounding it.  She was born the fourth child, in a very poor family living in the slums of Lance's grossly populated city.  They were lucky, in that living in such a large city, they had access to a Scion Temple, and because of that, their children could be sent to serve the church, rather than spend the rest of their days in the streets supporting themselves with prostitution, or criminal ventures.  So Cell, or Evangelista, as she was named at birth, was sent to the Temple, in hopes that the Priests, and Priestesses would find favor in her, and take her in.  So small, and fair in features, she had already started to show her fiery, and strong will through the stubborn set of her shoulders, and the determined countenance on her little face.  After long sessions with the Church leaders, and the revelation of her gifts, it was decided that she would stay, and learn to serve the church for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>As she grew, her quick mind was soon discovered, as well as the weaknesses in her character.  She was stubborn in her will to excel, but so was her character flaws stubborn in their resistance to change.  She spent a good deal of time being reprimanded, and punished, but the way she took it, with a serious, and determined personality that many found odd in someone so young, was proof enough that she meant to serve unflinchingly and for the remainder of her days.  It was during this time, that she was taught the art of reading and writing, and she took to it with an enthusiasm bordering on ferocity.  Not many in the lower classes were taught to read, much less write, so she valued the education, like some would value gold.  <br/><br/>As a young adult, she had managed to overcome most of the things that were holding her back, such as a lack of humility, and wildness.  But she still struggled with knowing when to speak, and when to keep silent, and this problem was most obvious when it came to her power.  In a bid to learn the value of her words, she took on a self enforced vow of silence, determined to loose that last bit of resistance in her, so she could better serve the gods.  <br/><br/>As war loomed on the horizon, the day to day lives of those living at the Temple changed very little.  They kept to themselves, with little to no concern for the wars their fellow man involved themselves with.  But as years passed, with tension in the city reaching dangerous levels, with reports that the other major cities had already fallen, with thousands flooding into their gate everyday, and an army already marching on them at that very moment, they were finally forced into action.  Their Priests and Priestesses were summoned to the Cities Lord, and after hours of council, a decision was made.  It was a farfetched idea, preposterous even, but beyond fortifying their walls, and readying themselves for battle, it was the only thing left to do.  They would, under instruction, round up as many people said to have weird abilities as they can, and set them off the the Northern lands, in search of some fabled beasts of lore.  If they failed, they would lose nothing, but if by some odd twist of fate, they succeeded, than this could very well be the thing that saved them.  Cell, unsurprisingly, was chosen to go, and with the fear inducing threat of destruction nipping at their heels, it was decided that she would take the Scarlett Tome with her, in hopes that it not only helps on their journey, but that it would survive whatever horrors were about to feed on them.<br/></div><br/>