Cidalise Gouselle

## Biography

### BACKGROUND

Born in Enca to a well off weapon making family, she was an easily bored child, often straying into the swamps at the coast for fun and cackling wildly as she would come running back in the evenings, covered in mud, dirt and being chased by at least one wild animal. They’d found her wrestling with one of the panthers when she was six and she’d just given a toothy grin before she skipped towards her scared family.

At six, her family had gone to Sin and she’d wandered off, much to their dismay. The next few weeks she had no clue where she was, but her magic had at least kept people at bay, until she was finally captured and sold off as a slave. She’d raged like a wild animal, hissing a spitting before ending up in a lab. She wasn’t sure who the man hovering over her was, but she’d told him she’d rip his throat out.

It would be three weeks before she’d come to again, feeling almost foreign in her own body, pacing the cell she was in and wishing there was some metal close. She didn't realize she’d been pacing like an animal, but when she finally gotten at her wits end, she’d transformed, skin and hair both turning white and black stripes curling along her skin as claws formed and pain shot down her spine. It had been a horrible first transformation and she’d gone feral, killing anything that had come into the cell for two days before hunger won out and a full stomach of food - lined with sedatives - she’d passed out.

She remembered the tingle of the magic, the feelings behind it when she woke, laying there and her lips had drawn into a thin line as she absently traced the loa tattoo on her left arm with her fingers. Each of her village had one, at birth they were all taken to the Shaman of the village and for three days, the ritual was performed, the magical tattoo appearing and telling all who their Patron was. The Mark of Ogion was something she, and her family, wore with pride, it showed that she could be one of many things: Warriors, soldiers, smith makers, metal workers or craftsmen. The mark of Damballah wound around the mark of Ogion, which had always, always made people wonder about her, what she was destined for.

Nuryev worked with her, his magic soothing over her and while she would not risk anything more than friendship, she found him to be a close friend for all he did, but she owed him a Life Debt, refusing to do too much until that life Debt was paid back.

She finds much fun freaking Thain out, from showing up out of nowhere and using Nuryev as a pillow to...bringing baby panthers, pythons and other snakes into the room, just to see his reactions.

### PERSONALITY

* Wild, Free and Deadly, with No modesty at all.

## Appearances

* Eyes Wide Shut
* Fairymore

## Quotes

* “Woman wants to know what yer favorites are, ye big ox. Best way into a man's bed is through his stomach.”
* “Oui but when it’s done right? It’s heaven on the tongue love."
* “Oui, Kitty...I know...ya want out...be good, git me home?”

## Trivia

* Enjoys Cuddling, in fact, Cida doesn't sleep **well** if she doesn't cuddle
* Loves Reptiles and Wild Cats of All Sizes
* enjoys Spicy food (as hot as she can get it).
* Enjoys seeing if she can make Thain (Nuryev's Aide) freak out. She sees him as a pseudo Little brother to drive up a wall.
* Her Family Lives on the southern Shores of Enca, part of the Gouselle Family, a famous Gun smithing family.
* In a few stories, Cida is known to Surrogate for those that she feels close to: Vander, Cristoff and Presca. The three hold a special, warm and close part of her heart and she would surrogate for the three of them willingly. She Truthfully loves all three and while she's pretty stupid about emotions, she wants to see them all happy before she settles down herself, if she settles down.

### STATISTICS

* Height: 5' 3"
* Weight: 140lbs
* Hair: Black-brown
* Eyes: Peridot with yellow Flecks in them
* Build: Muscled, well toned, as a former Soldier, her body is in good shape.
* Has a Magical Loa mark of Ogun and Damballah on her left arm and a Golden Dragon 'brand' that has it's head that rests on her right shoulder.