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Username: Lise Illumincroix
Who recruited you?: from old Altair guild

Name: Cwen Hazard (Yes, I actually looked online, and those are Brit surnames and names)
Age: 17
Gender: Straight female
Height: 5�4
Weight: 105
Race: Human
Social Class: Noble
Appearance: Cwen has naturally reddish orange hair that goes down to the middle of her back. When down, it appears similar to the Curlz Red style in the Gaia salon. When tied up as pig tails, it looks like the Lolita style. Tied up in one strand, it looks like the Terra-Twist only not as spiky in the back. Cwen�s eyes have those color changing ability from blue to green and back. This is not under her control. It has been attributed possibly to the change in seasons. Cwen�s figure is that of a slender youth. She is rather attractive even with a well defined jaw and sharp features. Below her neck above her chest area is a scar, a burn of some sort. Her skin is light tan colored. Cwen�s clothes are quite varied, and it�s not just because she�s a noble. Personally, she prefers trousers and male clothes since they allow her a wider range of movement. However, so not to break tradition as much, she pairs the ladies�s upper tops with the trousers when alone or working. Otherwise, she'll wear skirts if need be in public. Cwen does have gowns, and they range from the very elaborate to the plain but elegant. Some of Cwen�s gowns are rather revealing�

Personality: Cwen is rather approachable, being kind and friendly, when testing inventions on others without asking them or when she is interested in them. However, she prefers to be alone so she can dabble in inventing random things. Otherwise, she�s pretty apathetic and haughty, not afraid to put people down.

Character flaws: Cwen has a superiority complex, where she thinks that only a select few in the noble class are skilled enough to be practical and efficient inventors, herself being one. She also hates conforming, thus her etiquette and ways may be slightly different, causing others to shun her. Cwen�s strength also isn�t exactly her forte.

Background: Cwen comes from a wealthy family of some royal descent. Cwen�s father is an avid supporter of new and inventive devices. However, he is more of a traditional not- so �inclined- to build type. Cwen�s mother is the opposite of her father. She is an inventor, but doesn�t enjoy it due to the possible dangers that the inventions can cause. In order to run the household, Cwen's mother has invented some items that make tasks simpler so she doesn't have to move as much. Cwen�s brother, Oliver, was supposedly killed during work in a forest. The family had never been able to see his body due to the contention that it had been burned to ashes in the fire that had broken out. Raised in a small city in a huge house with servants, Cwen was sent to a school known for its rigorous and challenging curriculum after much debate between her parents. The idea was to let her choose what she wanted to do. Her mother strongly discouraged the inventive side. Her dad endorsed it. Because of her mother�s dislike, Cwen became interested in and eventually specialized in camouflage items to hide her interest from her mother. Her cover was as a musician playing the harp with a slight interest in knowing about inventing. Cwen�s father insisted on Cwen fencing since at the moment, there was no male heir. To be precise, Cwen�s father was a well respected man and powerful as well. Cwen followed in his suit in his thinking and her mother�s brilliance in inventing. Needless to say, Cwen was a marvelous student even if she did annoy some of the other students with some of her lack of reactions. When Cwen hit college age, her parents decided to have her go to [insert The Univeristy name] to mix with a different group of people and to meet more people.

Skills: Cwen specializes in camouflaging and making normal things useful. With the aforementioned specialty comes the artistic ability that she uses to brainstorm these things. She is also skilled in fencing and playing the harp.

Explanation of Camouflage and Normal Inventions: BAsically, in order to hide any hint of contraption, Cwen specializes in making normal things such as her fan or book something else. Outside, it looks like a book or a fan, but in actuality, the book may also serve as a key or as a weapon while the fan can be a holder of weapons. Yeah, I'm using weapon examples here.

Belongings: Being an inventor, Cwen has with her tools, wires, etc. She also has clothes comprised both of men and women�s clothes. Also with her are fencing equipment and her harp. Obviously, she has school supplies such as books and writing utensils. A few of her inventions such as a fan, which serves as a weapon holder, are with her as well.

Character secrets: Cwen�s scar is from a terrible event that occurred when she was younger. She has suppressed that memory, but whenever someone deeply inquires about it, she will cry. Unbeknownst to Cwen, the Hazard line is somewhat cursed. As the last name can imply, the line�s members tend to die tragically or be involved in something tragic. Strange things may occur. Cwen�s father and mother seem to have avoided it well, but one never knows� maybe her brother isn�t dead� yet.

Anything else: Cwen�s name means �queen.�

The trip had not taken that long. In fact, the bulk of it had been moving her belongings into the dorm room. The university was not located far from her home in the city.

Cwen sighed as she spectated her room. She would be living with another. Seeing that, she picked a random side and started unpacking... but without first, putting her hair into a pony tail to avoid it getting in the way of her vision.

Cwen's parents had been both happy and sad at her departure. It was education, and everything had a price. Cwen understood. She would outsmart the others at the school. She was a 2nd year after all, and she should know the school better than the first years and maybe some of the other years. She had explored the year before.

"Hmm.... fencing equipment." CRASH. "Into the closet, you go."

"Fare well, Cwen darling," her mother had said, giving her a hug.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be brilliant as usual! Go and build something fantastic!" her father had said.

"Oh, don't listen to your ridiculous father. Just be safe and apply your knowledge logically," her mother had retorted.

Cwen had simply nodded and smiled slightly as she looked at her suitcase, which she had modified to have the ability to transform into a table. "Yes, mother and father. Of course."

After the servants had helped her move the luggage into the room, the family had bid their farewells, hugged, and moved on. What Cwen had not heard was a comment from her mother and the resulting conversation.

"Oh dear, darling..." This was directed toward the father and was not heard by Cwen. "I hope Cwen's doctor results come out fine. He hinted that she was not well..."

"Harp in case by desk..." Cwen mumbled to herself. As she unpacked and organized the material, the noble could only wonder slightly how her roomate Mira was. She had never met Mira personally and didn't know much of her.

She had come to the university dressed in some ridiculous lavish dress to flaunt nobility. Of course, this was becomoing a hassle while she unpacked. She quickly changed into trousers to help quicken the unpacking endeavor.

A ball, was it? Cwen shook her head as she donned a dress and applied the appropriate materials to her visage. Her dress was a deep blue with white lacing at the cuffs of her arms. Around her neck she placed a delicate but sparkling locket.

With last minute touches, Cwen nodded and headed off.