Name: Alicia de Cassaris
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: A scar across the chest, as if her heart was ripped out. Also, her hair turned from raven black to blood red.
Profession: Royal Guard (At least before the fall)
Appearance: Alicia cares little for appearances. While she at least attempts to at least maintain her hair hair, unless, of course, she is using a helmet. When she isn't wearing her armor, she wears very plain, peasant-like clothes.
However, her armor is that of the Royal Guard, easily recognized by anyone from the kingdom. That automatically tells everyone she is one of Veiron's survivors. Whatever that means good or ill depends on the situation.
Personality: The heart she had beating within her chest was ripped out that day. She was there at the ground zero, where all hell broke loose, at the very center of the calamity. The madness of it all, people she cared for dying and the world - unraveling, left a scar upon her psyche as well. The Royal Guard, The King and even her family - it was for them that she dedicated her life, and all of that was destroyed in an instant.
Dead inside would be the best two words to describe her. The emptiness within her was quickly replaced by wrath, a blinding, maddening wrath. Some would describe her suicidal, when anything involving demons is concerned. Alicia herself considers herself a walking corpse, a corpse burning with a singular passion - revenge.
Before the Fall she was a joyful, optimistic and rather energetic person. Never the one to be in sour mood, she was always there to lighten the mood, no matter what. Of course, life never really was hard for her, aside from her training.
While Alicia still sometimes manages to lighten up, she is still a shell of her former self. Employing a rather morbid sense of humor to cope with her situation, she finds socializing hard with people who don't share her ideals - destroying demons at any cost.
Bio: Born on a noble family, from the onset she was very different from her sisters. Where her sisters preferred lady-like games and played with various dresses, Alicia was more interested in what her brothers were doing, which usually involved wooden swords and shields. While at first her parents tried to dissuade her, thinking it's just a phase, it never passed. Year by year, she kept practicing sword fighting, keeping up well with her brothers even. Eventually her family gave in, and allowed her to join the same lessons her brothers were undertaking - combat, warfare and chivalry. Unfortunately, this meant she was almost impossible to be used a bride for any important marriage, and Alicia just being there pretending to be a boy would sully her family's reputation. Fortunately, the King's Royal Guard were not at all selective about the gender. While for a noble family, sending a son to be a Royal Guard would damage their prestige, sending a DAUGHTER would make a pretty prestigious statement.
For Alicia, this was a dream come true. She did not want to be just a tool for a strategic marriage. She wanted to be something. And being a Royal Guard was just that something. The Royal Guard training regimen was tough, and that was her favorite part. It didn't matter whether you were a man or a woman, it was up to you to accomplish the set goals. Out of many that aspired to be Royal Guards, few succeeded in completing the training. Alicia was one of them. It was the happiest day of her life, even more so because her own family came to celebrate her new status.
However, these were times of peace, and the Royal Guard, the elite warriors of the King, had little to do. During this time, however, Alicia grew a great appreciation for the King, even though some of the things he ordered them to do were odd. They were instructed to search for any information about demons and learn about them, and applying said knowledge to their fighting style. For all Alicia knew, demons were just a fairy-tale to scare misbehaving children, but she dared not to question the King's command. And aside from taking care of highwaymen and other misbehaving rabble, the Royal Guard had little else to do anyway.
And then the fateful day came. Everyone in the Royal Guard knew something was amiss. The King was visibly shaken, terrified. Some kind of malicious presence was in the air even. Most odd was his urgent command to evacuate the capital and form the Stormbringers. Thinking their King ill, the Royal Guard did not flee immediately. Instead they tried to understand the ramblings of their King. And a few hours after that, all hell broke lose. The finals words of their king, just as the demons started descending upon the capital, was to "RUN". And so they did, hearing the screams of their King, of everyone in the keep echoing throughout, as they ran. Alicia doesn't know if any other Royal Guards succeeded in escaping. Her whole world was violently torn away from her, it felt like her own heart was ripped out. She even got a nasty scar across her chest to match the sensation, as her hair turned blood red, something not ever seen in this land.
She did, however, meet an acquaintance who shared a fate much like her own - Charles Agoure de Berthain. He too, was a descendant of a noble family, and one her younger sisters fawned over. Sharing the same goals, though Charles not sharing her rather suicidal approach, they set out to find others who identified themselves as Stormbringers, or find the recruits themselves.
Equipment: Royal Guards possessed high quality weapons and armor, and this is what she bears to this day. She has an oil-fueled lantern, as well as a backpack for various provisions.