Using the 909 words in my original background of Cerce, all we know of him is that he believes in a religion based on peace and prosparity and love, he was a guard for a warmongering nation, he wanted to establish a place where people could come and live according to that religion, and that he knows how to sail a boat, guard prisoners, and fight.
That's it.
Now; I can tell you so, so so so much more about Cerce based off of the over 20,000 words that I have in my brief summary of his roleplaying adventures and mishaps. I can tell you that his mother created jewelry out of lapiz lazuli beads. I can tell you that he was a bastard child. I can tell you that he hates slavery in all forms. He's allergic to bees. He's left handed. He hates war in every way except for a means of peace, and even then he loathes it. Cerce's original true love was killed in a fire caused by a prank that his brother, Darthaniel, pulled on her. Darthaniel died in the same fire. I can tell you that Cerce hated the Vikings and what they stood for with a passion. Cerce hates no-one with the exeption of NLewis and Pwolbart in Kiwike. Cerce can't say cinnamon correctly. His favorite food is potato soup. Cerce hates the taste of pumpkin pie, but loves apple pie. Cerce has a high standard of morals. He can't stand for anyone who he believes is corrupt. Cerce had plans of assasinating SirSuba at the first ever Kiwike games.
You cannot, I repeat CANNOT re-create something as detailed as that off the top of your head. What you see above you is but a scratch of what 8 months of roleplaying can do, if done dilligently.
"One can concentrate so closely on the words of a sentence that one thereby misses the meaning. As can happen in any area of life. You must never lose focus on the larger landscape."