↪ Name: Cecily Maria Hurston
↪ Age: 21
↪ Gender: Female
↪ Role: Civilian / Military / Pirate
↪ Class: High / Middle / Low
↪ Occupation: Socialite/Artist
↪ FC: Caitlin Stasey Â
“ It’s all God’s will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle. ”
Her father was a constant with in their community, a retired sailor with a young beautiful wife and for all accounts, their marriage was perfect, even after the birth of a healthy boy, Dalton Hurston, a trouble maker but a boy and therefore his father’s shadow since the day he was born, he followed him everywhere and the family quickly welcomed a young girl named Cecily. A spitting image of her mother italian genes ran strong through the siblings and in their household. Both parents were extremely strict catholics to their children but when out in the world they took many from the “slums” into their home to raise them to higher points in society. It became a constant having multiple children running through their home, though the bond between the siblings was unbreakable through their childhood, until their mother left.
It wasn’t a shock to their father, he would say he knew it was going to happen at the quiet dinners just the three of them, slowly the children stopped coming, slowly their father stayed in the abbey more and more. Eventually Dalton left to join the navy leaving Cecily alone with her depressed father, slowly wasting away from lack of sleep and stress. Over the following years he became a docile man, simply trying to find a little bit of happiness with his daughter everyday. She convinced him to allow children back into the manor they’ve called home for her entire life. There was always going to be rumors around her mother’s leaving, many believed she ran off with a pirate captain, others said she died in the night and to save the family from distress, the help removed her and left a simple note. Either way Cecily felt her world crash slowly around her.
Cecily now, was known around the entire seaside town mainly from her mother’s disappearance, but also from the make shift reform school her father had made a staple with in the church’s community, and she was there everyday, seeing children do everything they were capable of made her happy, truly happy, she had always been gentle throughout life, no matter the loss she felt when two of the three most important people in her life left without as much as a goodbye. She swore never to leave her father like everyone else had but, things change and she can’t help but feel the most conflicted she ever has in her life.
↪ Positive Traits: Intelligent, Sharp-Tongued, Supportive
↪ Negative Traits: Self-Depreciating, Stubborn, Overprotective
↪ Cecily’s grandmother taught her Latin and Italian, taught her etiquette she even tried to convince her to move back to Venice to live with her, she had never had a daughter and when her mother left the family her paternal grandmother drew Dalton and Cecily even closer, eventually moving to live with them months before her death, Cecily and her father visit her grave weekly.
↪ She has been painting since she was a child, her mother taught her every little detail she knew and still knows was because of her, she usually even paints her, what she can remember at least, silky black hair, dark brown eyes and a smile that could lighten even the darkest of days. It keeps her sane, their cellar is filled with half finished paintings of her mother, she works on them in the dead of the night so her father won’t see them
↪ Cecily’s family have been a massive part of the church since she opened her eyes, she knows every crook and cranny of the abbey. when she was younger she’d hide when she didn’t want to leave, she loved how the stained glass painted colours across her skin, now she hides up there whenever she wants to she brings people up there only if she cares about them, her father has gone to the top of the bells with her father only once, now he can’t make it that far so they sit out front on the church steps and have a little picnic of sorts for dinner on fridays.
Cecily is played by Hannah
