Cerelia

Cerelia "Cer" Razorleaf
| Name | Cerelia |
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| Occupation | Event Organiser, and Chairman of the LBC. |
| Age | Young Adult |
| Race | Night elf |
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| Residence | Stormwind City. |
| Guild | Legitimate Business Club |
| Outward Appearance | Better described as 'striking', rather than necessarily attractive, Cerelia Razorleaf cuts an unusual figure for a female Elf; her frame is slender to the point of skinny, bearing a less-than-curvaceous chest and boyish hips, although of late there's suggestions of a hint of muscle here and there. What she lacks in brute strength, she clearly makes up for in terms of speed and agility. With arms slung loosely at her sides, shoulders back, her slim hips jutted slightly more forward than would be the usual, she carries herself with the lounging over-confidence of the immensely, ceaselessly arrogant. This air of exaggerated superiority seems to be one of the few remaining traits inherent to her race that she maintains with steadfast resolve, set firmly in the sardonic quirk of her eyebrow, the amused curl of a smirk on her lips, the drawling, lazy, Old Town accent to her Common. Unlike most of her race, she chooses to wear her hair dramatically short, a bluntly-cut, ruffled bob that serves to aesthetically distance her further still from her brethren.
Almond-shaped eyes spark a glint of silver behind a wayward, unruly fringe of cobalt blue hair that sweeps over her gaze, partly covering the lining of thick black lashes that only adds to the woman's exaggerated contrast. On pale skin, dark markings spread like particularly precise bruises, spanning sharp cheekbones and arcing down with the angular severity of warglaives. Glinting around her neck, a slim-chained pendant formed from a thumbnail-sized prismatic shard can be seen and, less subtly, she holds a polished-to-perfection flintlocke pistol attached to the strap of the leather satchel that invariably bulges with paperwork, clothing and the odd drink or three.
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Background

When asked, Cerelia will almost invariably state that her past, prior to her Druidic training in Ashenvale, is of little importance. It is fairly clear she doesn't wish to talk about it. However, she makes no secret of the fact that her younger self was painfully shy and naive, and that this only began changing under the careful guidance of Ursas, her former mentor and another subject she rarely discusses. She was heavily involved in the running of the Night Pride (a Darnassus-based, multi-racial society with strong beliefs based around Druidism), having swiftly worked her way up the ranks. However, the withdrawal of Ursas into the Emerald Dream soon led to the society disbanding and, forcing herself to leave the memories behind, Cerelia took up the idea of running a business and moved to Stormwind City.
The City forced a fair number of changes in Cerelia's lifestyle - most noticeably, taking on a job at the Pig 'n' Whistle Inn, under the Legitimate Business Club, in exchange for assistance in her fledgling business. In the company of the 'characters' the Club offered, she changed dramatically but as reward, the business 'Cer's Wares', was highly successful in its produce of potions and leather (particularly Devilsaur). Another change in her life came about in the form of Trias Tempestrunner and, with the developments of their marriage and her pregnancy, Cerelia hoped they could form a loving, albeit dysfunctional family. However, things took a sharp nosedive after Trias was publically revealed to be an outlaw and fled the City, leaving the heavily-pregnant Cerelia behind. This, followed by the premature birth of her daughter, Hope, drove the seriously ill Night Elf to recover in Moonglade, almost as a recluse. The relationship never recovered and for various reasons, broke apart shortly afterward.
Upon her eventual return to Stormwind City, Cerelia saught solace in the arms of her long-term close friend, Justen Syodor. With vast amounts of help from him and her siblings, she slowly set about bringing her daughter up and throwing herself eagerly back into the work she had missed so much. Her subsequent marriage to Justen was shortly followed by her promotion to Chairman of the Club - the first woman and first Elf to ever officially hold the post.

As Cerelia herself has put it on several occasions, a quick summary of her personality would be, "A glass-fragile ego, held t'gether with arrogance an' dress fabric." A previous conspiracy to murder charge speaks of a fairly hefty violent side when the mood strikes, and her heavy-handed view on dealing with 'Club business' can at times be notorious. Most, however, would be more aware of her liking for public events, most noticeably including the most recent Miss and Mister Stormwind contests.
After a short absence as the chairman, Cerelia returned to save a floundering Club, and is once again running the proverbial show. Having reverted to her maiden name, she seems to be cutting ties to her husband, who it is presumed died in battle in Ulduar. What she intends to do now is anyone's guess.
| Friends | Kamaitachi, Justen, Ceroth, Stephynie |
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| Relatives | Siblings: Feralar, Xanthiaz Ex-Husband: Trias, assumed widow of Justen. |
| Rivals/ Enemies | Keilara, Tanishia. Quite a few, all in all. |
| Opposite faction attitude | Disdainful, with particular dislike of Blood Elves and the Undead. Respects Tauren. |
| Loves | Exploring new places, respect and a 'good' reputation. |
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| Hates | Difficult decisions, fools that talk back, and people who aren't intimidated by guns pointed at their heads. |
| Motivation | Gaining respect and notoriety, perhaps settling down when the time is right. |
| Quotes | "By th'Gods, at least make it feckin' interestin'...", "Remember your place an' show appropriate respect; you may hold th'pretty title, Steph, but I hold th'keys around here". |
Cerelia's Adventures
| The Miss Stormwind Pageant IV Application Form | 26 weeks 5 days ago |
| The Search for Balance | 1 year 3 weeks ago |
| The Pig 'n' Whistle: Closed this evening! | 1 year 4 weeks ago |
| Shadowed by Sentinels | 1 year 5 weeks ago |
| Clinging to Burning Embers | 1 year 5 weeks ago |



