A Portrait of the First Great Demoticon

It was in the depths of winter, England smothered in Seasonal Affective Disorder, that she first heard of the Tribe of World-Changers known sometimes as Nyouz, sometimes as Jonathan and Turi, and incipiently as Demotix.
The First Encounter was in a greasy-spoon somewhere in the capital, but the revolution's magnetic draw soon had her in its force-field, and she followed it first to Notting Hill Gate, then to Portobello, deep into the Garden of the Covenant, and up to 'FreeMason's View' in Victoria.
From Observer, she became Chief Missionary, and then Puppet-Master, before (as Richelieu or Mazarin) stepping back into the penumbra to let her Magic work.
Her coat of arms is the kick-boxer's helmet (symbol of her brutal no-take-no for an answer can-doism), the sangria glass (symbol of her unwavering stamina and dedication to the task), on background of the bicycle wheel (symbol of speed and commitment to social and environmental godliness). Her Motto is 'Yallah'.
She is... CC.