Post by C R Y U S on Jan 29, 2011 17:11:20 GMT -5
Cyrus
" Is dark always akin to evil, as light is to good? "
the basics,
»»character full name: Cyrus Escaro.
»»age: Twenty-one.
»»sexual orientation: Asexual.
»»alignment: Dark.
»»position: Healer - Council Member.
»»gender: Male.
»»power: Cyurs can make one copy of himself and use it almost like a real person. This clone is an exact replica of himself, though it is able to do various things more than he can. The more that the clone is able to do than Cyrus normally can, the weaker Cyrus becomes after the clone disappears, making him rest a day or so before gaining the energy to make another. The clone can be harmed, though can only be stopped by piercing its heart.
Self-taught in dark magic, Cyrus can change the life force of many things. Mutating animals and bringing the dead back to life are his strong points, another being that he can often control those that he resurrects, as well as mutates, creating a special bond between himself and the deceased/mutated.
the appearance,
»»eyes: A deep, copper-brown that glows a brilliant red when using dark magic.
»»markings: Cyrus' arms, lower chest, back, legs, and upper arms are covered with scars. These are from training his ability to manipulate the dead, mutating animals, and falling from when he was younger.
»»height: 6`4.
»»weight: 185.
»»general appearance: Cyrus has a deep, rich set of eyes that are normally coppery brown in colour. They glow red when he begins working dark magic, but none know that. His hair is silvery-white, taking on tones from different lighting and seeming to be different colours from how upright pure it is. Cyrus seems to be made of the bark of trees, his skin so dark and easily shaded by lights that one might even say it has a certain texture to it. Portions of his skin are lighter than others, looking somewhat sickly in comparison to areas like his collar and upper shoulders, as well as lower back. While strange, Cyrus almost always stays clothed in long sleeved shirts and pants that fit him snugly. Cyrus almost always wears a sleeveless vest that buttons in the middle at the front. A hood connects to the vest, lined in soft fur. The collar of the vest goes up to his ears, and the ends fall down to his knees. Made of leather and and furry pelts, as well as creamy and white cloth, Cyrus believes it to be one of his most prized possessions. Upon his feet are usually buckled boots of some sort, and the male is never seen without a pair of gloves and a basket that he uses for picking herbs.
the personality,
»»likes: Daylight, mutated creatures, fruit, listening to music and singing, poisonous flowers.
»»dislikes: Normality, routines, feeling left out or outcast, high pitched voices, bubbly and excitable people.
»»strengths: Cyrus is very good at mutating animals, as well as getting them to follow his commands. This is from spending years of training with dark magic, before he was even old enough to know what was about to befall his parents. Cyrus is also good at botanical medicine and healing and is usually the one that Children come to for their aches and pains, broken bones, and other such things. His abilities with gathering, finding, and using herbs are nearly unmatched, something that he takes great pride in.
»»weaknesses: Cyrus is exceptionally bad at things such as using weaponry. His slight, somewhat sickly frame does not allow his muscle to build, no matter how much time he spends training. While his 'clone' can wield some weapons, Cyrus himself is quite weak in that department. He usually carries a dagger and other small weapons, but most often his fluidity in even that is lacking. Cyrus is also amazingly afraid of heights and will not wander near cliff edges and seldom even travels to the top of the trees in which the others live. Once he's high above the ground, or somewhere overlooking a large drop, Cyrus is immobilized and refuses to move, sure that he will fall to his death.
»»secrets: Cyrus' dabbling in the dark arts, as well as his power, is a secret that he keeps from the others. Not even those who practice the dark arts know of his gift, it is that well hidden and that much of a secret. Many assume that his powers have to do with healing, though that is very much not the case. Many also do not know of the voices that speak to him, that he is the reason why so many of their parents disappeared and died.
»»general personality: Cyrus is what you would call quiet, and shy. That is, if you didn't know the other side of him. Which most don't, granted, but the few that do.. The few that have the pleasure and misfortune of seeing his other side, know him to be someone that none would actively want around them. Cyrus was not always twisted and strange, though many could say that his mind had been from birth.
Cyrus spent much of his younger life preparing various poisonous herbs and flowers for testing on animals and others in the village. While they rarely did anything to severely kill or harm them, those were in low dosages, and over time he came to know and realize exactly what - and how much of it - could be used to harm another. Some adults realized this, though they kept it amongst themselves, and often kept a watchful gaze on Cyrus. There had not been any intentions in his experiments back then, but even recently, Cyrus has done the same. Seeing how far new modernistic healing techniques could go before they were too much. Testing his patients - never the children - and bringing them back to life.
Many know Cyrus to be a very kind and charming boy that one could sit and talk with, should they be able to inspire him to start really talking. Those are the ones who are neutral, and light. Those who are Dark, those who Cyrus have pulled together to form his army, know of him as cold an manipulative, with little in his heart other than insanity and lust for leaving the forest, the Children, and taking over what the outside world has to offer.
the history,
»»mother: Deceased.
»»father: Deceased.
»»siblings: Two other siblings, both girls. Cyrus was adopted, however, and they are fair of skin, rather than dark like him.
»»others: Unknown.
»»background: Cyrus was a strange child. Always had been. He was one of the few that would rather spend their time in the forest and rolling around through herbs, learning from the adults how to cure sickness and heal wounds, than play with others. Perhaps this was what made him sickly, or perhaps he was sickly, and thus he chose to be separate from the other children. It was not, however, like Cyrus was mean or antisocial with the other children. He would sit with them and eat, would help them when they came to him.
For the most part, his family was quaint. Abandoned when he was young in the forest, he had been found by another family. They were pale of skin and beautiful people, as thin as he. Over the years he grew and called them his family, however, he always felt as if he didn't belong. As if his skin really made him different from them. Of course he knew it didn't, was told it didn't, and eventually got over that.
When he was eleven, Cyrus began dabbling in dark magic. Traveling deep within the forest had lead him to a large temple. Within it, he could swear he heard voices. Things telling him to read, to explore, to learn.. practice. So he did. And over the course of a year, Cyrus had easily mastered a good deal of Dark Arts. It was one evening, almost as he turned twelve, that Cyrus realized he could command the dead to come back alive!
Finding various animal corpses, Cyrus dragged them to the temple. There, he worked the dark magic. It wasn't until that point that Cyrus realized what he was doing was terrible. Black smog lifted from the book he read from, filling the forest around him and the corpses. The corpses grew flesh and muscle, returning to their normal appearance. They dodged through the forest, though some stayed.
They attacked him, leaving him for dead, and then traveled through the forest. With them they mutated other animals, attacking and lashing at them, the mist infiltrating their corpses and returning them to life. Cyrus' gift with dark magic had released all this, as well as the pent up evil.
While he did not know it at the time, it sickened the adults in the village, they long past the coming of age for their powers. They disappeared into the forest, fending off the vile animals, and so much as died where they stood.
The smog itself slid into Cyrus' body, his entire being taken over. Voices screamed in his head, making his body and mind shake. Cyrus was healed and he woke many days later, another being just like himself tending to his wounds and body, feeding him water. The clone smiled at him before it vanished, leaving Cyrus feeling sick and weak.
He sat up and made his way to the village, where all the adults had died, and many of the young were wounded and confused. He did his best to heal many of them, ease their minds with herbs. From that point on, Cyrus was looked up to thoroughly, though many questioned his whereabouts while the adults had died. This was disregarded not long after, however, as Cyrus showed them his wounds and claimed animals had done it, that he had tended to himself until he was able to return.
Cyrus has spent every day since then, learning how to control his dark powers, and learning equally how to control his clone. His intentions are to take over the forest, and then spread his mutant creatures into the rest of the world - as well as join together those in the village who are more lenient to darkness and the dark arts, and use them as his personal army.
Why? The voices that have been in his mind ever since entering the temple and first studying the dark arts told him to, of course.
the player,
»»alias: Dresden.
»»age: Sixteen.
»»contact: chatango - Dresden/Ginger/Art/Nauseous.
»»rp sample: >Simello.
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" Is dark always akin to evil, as light is to good? "
the basics,
»»character full name: Cyrus Escaro.
»»age: Twenty-one.
»»sexual orientation: Asexual.
»»alignment: Dark.
»»position: Healer - Council Member.
»»gender: Male.
»»power: Cyurs can make one copy of himself and use it almost like a real person. This clone is an exact replica of himself, though it is able to do various things more than he can. The more that the clone is able to do than Cyrus normally can, the weaker Cyrus becomes after the clone disappears, making him rest a day or so before gaining the energy to make another. The clone can be harmed, though can only be stopped by piercing its heart.
Self-taught in dark magic, Cyrus can change the life force of many things. Mutating animals and bringing the dead back to life are his strong points, another being that he can often control those that he resurrects, as well as mutates, creating a special bond between himself and the deceased/mutated.
the appearance,
»»eyes: A deep, copper-brown that glows a brilliant red when using dark magic.
»»markings: Cyrus' arms, lower chest, back, legs, and upper arms are covered with scars. These are from training his ability to manipulate the dead, mutating animals, and falling from when he was younger.
»»height: 6`4.
»»weight: 185.
»»general appearance: Cyrus has a deep, rich set of eyes that are normally coppery brown in colour. They glow red when he begins working dark magic, but none know that. His hair is silvery-white, taking on tones from different lighting and seeming to be different colours from how upright pure it is. Cyrus seems to be made of the bark of trees, his skin so dark and easily shaded by lights that one might even say it has a certain texture to it. Portions of his skin are lighter than others, looking somewhat sickly in comparison to areas like his collar and upper shoulders, as well as lower back. While strange, Cyrus almost always stays clothed in long sleeved shirts and pants that fit him snugly. Cyrus almost always wears a sleeveless vest that buttons in the middle at the front. A hood connects to the vest, lined in soft fur. The collar of the vest goes up to his ears, and the ends fall down to his knees. Made of leather and and furry pelts, as well as creamy and white cloth, Cyrus believes it to be one of his most prized possessions. Upon his feet are usually buckled boots of some sort, and the male is never seen without a pair of gloves and a basket that he uses for picking herbs.
the personality,
»»likes: Daylight, mutated creatures, fruit, listening to music and singing, poisonous flowers.
»»dislikes: Normality, routines, feeling left out or outcast, high pitched voices, bubbly and excitable people.
»»strengths: Cyrus is very good at mutating animals, as well as getting them to follow his commands. This is from spending years of training with dark magic, before he was even old enough to know what was about to befall his parents. Cyrus is also good at botanical medicine and healing and is usually the one that Children come to for their aches and pains, broken bones, and other such things. His abilities with gathering, finding, and using herbs are nearly unmatched, something that he takes great pride in.
»»weaknesses: Cyrus is exceptionally bad at things such as using weaponry. His slight, somewhat sickly frame does not allow his muscle to build, no matter how much time he spends training. While his 'clone' can wield some weapons, Cyrus himself is quite weak in that department. He usually carries a dagger and other small weapons, but most often his fluidity in even that is lacking. Cyrus is also amazingly afraid of heights and will not wander near cliff edges and seldom even travels to the top of the trees in which the others live. Once he's high above the ground, or somewhere overlooking a large drop, Cyrus is immobilized and refuses to move, sure that he will fall to his death.
»»secrets: Cyrus' dabbling in the dark arts, as well as his power, is a secret that he keeps from the others. Not even those who practice the dark arts know of his gift, it is that well hidden and that much of a secret. Many assume that his powers have to do with healing, though that is very much not the case. Many also do not know of the voices that speak to him, that he is the reason why so many of their parents disappeared and died.
»»general personality: Cyrus is what you would call quiet, and shy. That is, if you didn't know the other side of him. Which most don't, granted, but the few that do.. The few that have the pleasure and misfortune of seeing his other side, know him to be someone that none would actively want around them. Cyrus was not always twisted and strange, though many could say that his mind had been from birth.
Cyrus spent much of his younger life preparing various poisonous herbs and flowers for testing on animals and others in the village. While they rarely did anything to severely kill or harm them, those were in low dosages, and over time he came to know and realize exactly what - and how much of it - could be used to harm another. Some adults realized this, though they kept it amongst themselves, and often kept a watchful gaze on Cyrus. There had not been any intentions in his experiments back then, but even recently, Cyrus has done the same. Seeing how far new modernistic healing techniques could go before they were too much. Testing his patients - never the children - and bringing them back to life.
Many know Cyrus to be a very kind and charming boy that one could sit and talk with, should they be able to inspire him to start really talking. Those are the ones who are neutral, and light. Those who are Dark, those who Cyrus have pulled together to form his army, know of him as cold an manipulative, with little in his heart other than insanity and lust for leaving the forest, the Children, and taking over what the outside world has to offer.
the history,
»»mother: Deceased.
»»father: Deceased.
»»siblings: Two other siblings, both girls. Cyrus was adopted, however, and they are fair of skin, rather than dark like him.
»»others: Unknown.
»»background: Cyrus was a strange child. Always had been. He was one of the few that would rather spend their time in the forest and rolling around through herbs, learning from the adults how to cure sickness and heal wounds, than play with others. Perhaps this was what made him sickly, or perhaps he was sickly, and thus he chose to be separate from the other children. It was not, however, like Cyrus was mean or antisocial with the other children. He would sit with them and eat, would help them when they came to him.
For the most part, his family was quaint. Abandoned when he was young in the forest, he had been found by another family. They were pale of skin and beautiful people, as thin as he. Over the years he grew and called them his family, however, he always felt as if he didn't belong. As if his skin really made him different from them. Of course he knew it didn't, was told it didn't, and eventually got over that.
When he was eleven, Cyrus began dabbling in dark magic. Traveling deep within the forest had lead him to a large temple. Within it, he could swear he heard voices. Things telling him to read, to explore, to learn.. practice. So he did. And over the course of a year, Cyrus had easily mastered a good deal of Dark Arts. It was one evening, almost as he turned twelve, that Cyrus realized he could command the dead to come back alive!
Finding various animal corpses, Cyrus dragged them to the temple. There, he worked the dark magic. It wasn't until that point that Cyrus realized what he was doing was terrible. Black smog lifted from the book he read from, filling the forest around him and the corpses. The corpses grew flesh and muscle, returning to their normal appearance. They dodged through the forest, though some stayed.
They attacked him, leaving him for dead, and then traveled through the forest. With them they mutated other animals, attacking and lashing at them, the mist infiltrating their corpses and returning them to life. Cyrus' gift with dark magic had released all this, as well as the pent up evil.
While he did not know it at the time, it sickened the adults in the village, they long past the coming of age for their powers. They disappeared into the forest, fending off the vile animals, and so much as died where they stood.
The smog itself slid into Cyrus' body, his entire being taken over. Voices screamed in his head, making his body and mind shake. Cyrus was healed and he woke many days later, another being just like himself tending to his wounds and body, feeding him water. The clone smiled at him before it vanished, leaving Cyrus feeling sick and weak.
He sat up and made his way to the village, where all the adults had died, and many of the young were wounded and confused. He did his best to heal many of them, ease their minds with herbs. From that point on, Cyrus was looked up to thoroughly, though many questioned his whereabouts while the adults had died. This was disregarded not long after, however, as Cyrus showed them his wounds and claimed animals had done it, that he had tended to himself until he was able to return.
Cyrus has spent every day since then, learning how to control his dark powers, and learning equally how to control his clone. His intentions are to take over the forest, and then spread his mutant creatures into the rest of the world - as well as join together those in the village who are more lenient to darkness and the dark arts, and use them as his personal army.
Why? The voices that have been in his mind ever since entering the temple and first studying the dark arts told him to, of course.
the player,
»»alias: Dresden.
»»age: Sixteen.
»»contact: chatango - Dresden/Ginger/Art/Nauseous.
»»rp sample: >Simello.
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