<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BoEBQT0.png)</div><strong>Ceres of the Cepheids</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1987463)<br/><em>Human Fighter</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ceres had been waiting for this day all her life. The first time she was old enough to answer the call for heroes!<br/><br/>It wasn't that surprising that she could hardly sleep the night before.<br/><br/>So when she opened her eyes... naturally the sun was already high in the sky... was she too late!? The young scion of the Cepheids jolted awake and practically leapt out of bed.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The door to the Wizard's Grace slammed open and Ceres rushed in, sweaty and out of breath as though she had run all the way in her armor - which she had.<br/><br/>The young woman looked perhaps a bit like a wanna-be playing dress-up, but a discerning eye would notice the fine workmanship of her gear and the custom fit to her body figure, which, yes, even accounted for the "extra padding" in the front.<br/><br/><strong>"By the gods! I'm not too late am I? Everybody hasn't left already?"</strong>she sputtered, trying to speak quickly and catch her breath at the same time, two unfortunately exclusive endeavours that left her still winded.