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Fri Nov 7th, 2014 @ 1:02am
Name Cecily Rose Carlisle
|Physical Description||Very petite, cute. Hair worn long down her back. Fit and toned body, but not muscled. Modest but evident curves. Deep, soulful eyes and a sparkling smile.|
Family & Friends
|Father||Edward (Ned) James Carlisle III, Baron Carlisle (deceased)|
|Mother||Hollyn Michelle (Michaels) Carlisle (deceased)|
|Brother(s)||Edward Alexander (Xander) Carlisle IV, 17|
|Other Family||Neville Douglas Carlisle, 35 (uncle)|
Personality & Traits
|General Overview||Shy but friendly personality. Very quiet and introspective. Highly empathetic and intuitive. Caring, kind, and mothering. Demure.|
|Strengths & Weaknesses||Intelligent
|Ambitions||Care for her brother. Maybe someday have a family.|
|Hobbies & Interests||Reading
My Little Ponies: Friendship is Magic
|Languages||(reading and understanding only; doesn't speak) English, Arabic, Hebrew, Latin, Ancient Greek, German, French, American Sign Language, British Sign Language, Israeli Sign Language|
|Personal History||Cecily was born in a hospital in Chicago on January 18, 1992. Her father, Edward, was a native Englishman with a minor hereditary title that nevertheless came with a substantial living, allowing him to pursue his interest in archaeology. Her mother, Hollyn Michaels, was a Chicago native and the daughter of an American archaeologist. Edward's specialty was Near Eastern and Biblical archaeology, while Hollyn's was classical (Greco-Roman) literature. Both found positions at the University of Chicago, but whenever not required to teach classes they took Cecily and her younger brother Xander out of the country with them to wherever they needed to work: Israel, Greece, Rome, Iraq, Egypt, Turkey.
It was soon discovered that Cecily was…special. She developed normal physically, but she never spoke or made a sound. There was nothing wrong with her physically, and mental testing didn't reveal any learning disabilities. She just…never spoke. She was a bright and loving child, however, empathetic and intuitive, and no one loved her more than her little brother.
Cecily went to private Catholic school during the year in Chicago and was homeschooled during the summer, usually in subjects not offered in American schools, like the traditional classical education studies of Latin and Greek. Cecily excelled at math and science, and in every other subject she studied, usually outdoing Xander in his grades. After lessons, both liked nothing more than to go out into the streets and play with the native children, and both were given more freedom than was perhaps good for them in a foreign country!
All of this changed when she was thirteen. That summer they were in a Jerusalem market when a suicide bomber struck. In the chaos and madness after the attack, they found that their parents had been killed.
The children were given over to the custody of their favorite uncle, their father's younger brother Neville. But Neville was far different from their parents. He was the black sheep of the family, living at the ancestral home in England, womanizing, drinking, gambling, irresponsible – and spoiled Xander and Cecily rotten. Much to Cecily's concern, Xander was a quick study of his uncle's ways, which was facilitated a bit by his being sent to Eton for school, away from the better influences of his sister.
Neville was also interested and trained in archaeology, but he wanted to use his knowledge to make money, since much of the family estate was in trust to Xander, who officially held the title, and Cecily. Neville was involved in the black market side of antiquities, smuggling and selling artifacts. But he needed more, and he set his sights on Cecily's money.
Neville found a loophole in the trust in a clause about mental competency. It was an easy enough matter to pay a doctor to insist that the highly introspective and disconnected young Cecily was mentally incompetent. It was then easy enough to disappear her into an institution and put the head of the facility on a stipend to keep her there.
The time in the hospital was hell for Cecily, being surrounded by actual crazy and mentally disturbed persons. She withdrew more and more into herself. The only outlet she found was in art therapy when she could paint, or when she was allowed to play the piano. She missed her brother and worried for him.
Xander eventually came for her and broke her out of the hospital. He scrounged and stole what money he could and bought tickets to Chicago.