Post by cyrus on Jun 18, 2010 19:13:19 GMT -8
Name: Cyr's (Cyrus)
Age: twenty-three, born in fall
Gender: male
Sexuality: asexual
Rank: winglet
Location: the Eyrie, originally Sayaie
Personality:
The second son of a wealthy merchant, he became a soldier at a relatively young age. Obedient and sometimes even submissive to his authority, he could almost be considered weak-willed. He is jovial, but can be serious, especially with those that he doesn’t know. He is particularly obedient to his father, when he chooses to visit, and tries very hard to please those who outrank him, but he has a sort of loneliness about him, and a desire to be with others, even if he can be somewhat spoiled and bratty.
Raised in privilege, but with few friends, he is very kind to those who treat him well, but extremely vindictive and unkind to those he dislikes, or whom he deems as inferior. He has his prejudices, and may or may not be vocal about them. His morals are not strict, but he considers things like stealing and tampering to be wrong, and considers himself a good friend, holding those who he is kind to above everyone else. He uses his somewhat generous funds to buy gifts for his companions, and may become jealous when they find others more pleasing than himself.
He, like many young men, holds hopes of the possibility of changing the world, and doing good, and yet his selfish desires and need for others make it difficult for him to achieve those goals. He is in love with rich things, and takes care of his physical appearance. He is extremely finicky about keeping himself looking pristine and keeping his hair at a very precise length. His nails are somewhat long, but always cut very neatly. If he ever becomes even slightly disheveled, he must restore order to his appearance.
He is a strange mixture of forgetful and perfectionist, and has a great interest in the natural world around him, keeping a journal of animals and flowers where he lives, with little or no interest in a farming or a merchant life. If he has a mission, he will always complete it to the greatest of his abilities, even if there is no one who is supervising him.
Appearance:
A young man with pale skin and deep, bruise-like darkness under each eye. His face is short, rounded and somewhat androgynous, though clearly male. His soft features makes his age difficult to determine. He appears thin and younger than his true age, with a wider shoulders tapering awkwardly into a thinner waist. For a soldier, he seems rather delicate, his fingers long and tapering. His mouth is often tucked into a lopsided, half-formed smile; his eyes are lazy and half-lidded. A thin, pinkish scar passes over his eye and the bridge of his nose, evidence of an old knife fight perhaps. His hair is black and shortcropped, pushed to one side.
He moves at a loose and careless sort of gait, half way between a strut and a swagger. His arms are usually tucked behind his back, clasped there firmly, and his grayish eyes glint with sly intellect. Then speaking, he tends to appear friendly, his smiles wide and body language open, though there is just a hint of something darker just hidden under a thin covering of deception. He cocks his head in a bird-like manner as he watches people, and gestures grandly with every word he speaks, the only times his hands move. His face tends to be blank when he is not speaking to anyone.
He wears a tunic in a medium-green, belted at the waist and buttoned down the front with a high collar and wears a cap on top of his head. He wears a heavy pack and has various tools hanging from his belt, as well as a long, thin sword in its scabbard. The entire affair seems very neat and finely cut and he will not stand for tears or wearing, preferring things to be custom tailored to fit him exactly, and he dresses carefully. His boots are new, knee-high, and very well polished.
Family:
Mother – Arimanis (deceased)
Father – Merian (46)
Pets:
None.
Simourv Name: Sradivaph
Simourv Color: Blue
Simourv Age: one
Personality:
intelligent, paranoid, withdrawn, dislikes crowds
Appearance:
Parentage:
Gray Eceph X Black Alianph
History:
Cyrus benefitted from a luxurious childhood, despite being sickly in his young years. He was the only child of his mother and father, who loved him, though they were very protective of their son, and kept him away from other children. Though they tried for many years to have more children, they did not succeed, and he remained the object of their love and affections, even if he wished to have a pet or another child to be his friend.
His mother taught him how to read and write, and mathematics and sciences, being a well-educated woman. When he was eight years old, his mother became pregnant again, but died in childbirth, and his father took care of him for those years following. His father was often busy with his business, and though he takes care of him as well as he can, he could not provide enough support for the young boy.
He became engrained in his studies, but dreamed of being a warrior, a soldier to care for his city. His father was resistant to the idea of him entering from the bottom, and paid him into a decent position, though he disapproved of the concept of being a soldier in general, and continued to want him to take over his business, believing that all of this is just a phase.
However, his boy continued to thrive in his soldier trade, much to his father’s disapproval. Even if he does not look like most soldiers that work within the city, he survives on his speed and quick wit. He has few friends thanks to the unpopularity of his father, and his quietness around strangers. He has never answered his father about why he never married, though the truth is he has felt only mild attraction to the opposite sex, and his body remains sleeping, much like his apparent maturity.
Age: twenty-three, born in fall
Gender: male
Sexuality: asexual
Rank: winglet
Location: the Eyrie, originally Sayaie
Personality:
The second son of a wealthy merchant, he became a soldier at a relatively young age. Obedient and sometimes even submissive to his authority, he could almost be considered weak-willed. He is jovial, but can be serious, especially with those that he doesn’t know. He is particularly obedient to his father, when he chooses to visit, and tries very hard to please those who outrank him, but he has a sort of loneliness about him, and a desire to be with others, even if he can be somewhat spoiled and bratty.
Raised in privilege, but with few friends, he is very kind to those who treat him well, but extremely vindictive and unkind to those he dislikes, or whom he deems as inferior. He has his prejudices, and may or may not be vocal about them. His morals are not strict, but he considers things like stealing and tampering to be wrong, and considers himself a good friend, holding those who he is kind to above everyone else. He uses his somewhat generous funds to buy gifts for his companions, and may become jealous when they find others more pleasing than himself.
He, like many young men, holds hopes of the possibility of changing the world, and doing good, and yet his selfish desires and need for others make it difficult for him to achieve those goals. He is in love with rich things, and takes care of his physical appearance. He is extremely finicky about keeping himself looking pristine and keeping his hair at a very precise length. His nails are somewhat long, but always cut very neatly. If he ever becomes even slightly disheveled, he must restore order to his appearance.
He is a strange mixture of forgetful and perfectionist, and has a great interest in the natural world around him, keeping a journal of animals and flowers where he lives, with little or no interest in a farming or a merchant life. If he has a mission, he will always complete it to the greatest of his abilities, even if there is no one who is supervising him.
Appearance:
A young man with pale skin and deep, bruise-like darkness under each eye. His face is short, rounded and somewhat androgynous, though clearly male. His soft features makes his age difficult to determine. He appears thin and younger than his true age, with a wider shoulders tapering awkwardly into a thinner waist. For a soldier, he seems rather delicate, his fingers long and tapering. His mouth is often tucked into a lopsided, half-formed smile; his eyes are lazy and half-lidded. A thin, pinkish scar passes over his eye and the bridge of his nose, evidence of an old knife fight perhaps. His hair is black and shortcropped, pushed to one side.
He moves at a loose and careless sort of gait, half way between a strut and a swagger. His arms are usually tucked behind his back, clasped there firmly, and his grayish eyes glint with sly intellect. Then speaking, he tends to appear friendly, his smiles wide and body language open, though there is just a hint of something darker just hidden under a thin covering of deception. He cocks his head in a bird-like manner as he watches people, and gestures grandly with every word he speaks, the only times his hands move. His face tends to be blank when he is not speaking to anyone.
He wears a tunic in a medium-green, belted at the waist and buttoned down the front with a high collar and wears a cap on top of his head. He wears a heavy pack and has various tools hanging from his belt, as well as a long, thin sword in its scabbard. The entire affair seems very neat and finely cut and he will not stand for tears or wearing, preferring things to be custom tailored to fit him exactly, and he dresses carefully. His boots are new, knee-high, and very well polished.
Family:
Mother – Arimanis (deceased)
Father – Merian (46)
Pets:
None.
Simourv Name: Sradivaph
Simourv Color: Blue
Simourv Age: one
Personality:
intelligent, paranoid, withdrawn, dislikes crowds
Appearance:
Parentage:
Gray Eceph X Black Alianph
History:
Cyrus benefitted from a luxurious childhood, despite being sickly in his young years. He was the only child of his mother and father, who loved him, though they were very protective of their son, and kept him away from other children. Though they tried for many years to have more children, they did not succeed, and he remained the object of their love and affections, even if he wished to have a pet or another child to be his friend.
His mother taught him how to read and write, and mathematics and sciences, being a well-educated woman. When he was eight years old, his mother became pregnant again, but died in childbirth, and his father took care of him for those years following. His father was often busy with his business, and though he takes care of him as well as he can, he could not provide enough support for the young boy.
He became engrained in his studies, but dreamed of being a warrior, a soldier to care for his city. His father was resistant to the idea of him entering from the bottom, and paid him into a decent position, though he disapproved of the concept of being a soldier in general, and continued to want him to take over his business, believing that all of this is just a phase.
However, his boy continued to thrive in his soldier trade, much to his father’s disapproval. Even if he does not look like most soldiers that work within the city, he survives on his speed and quick wit. He has few friends thanks to the unpopularity of his father, and his quietness around strangers. He has never answered his father about why he never married, though the truth is he has felt only mild attraction to the opposite sex, and his body remains sleeping, much like his apparent maturity.
