Post by flamingdj on Jan 20, 2008 20:22:20 GMT 1
Name: Cyrus
Age: 19
Gender: Male.
Orientation/Sexuality: Bi.
Alliance: Middle Dweller
Appearance: Jet black hair is folded over his left eye, but if you get up close enough, you realise its to cover a scar. The scar stretches from his lower ear up to his eye. His eyes seem completely empty; dark and inky black. Although he is a teenager, his face tells a sad story. Upon first meeting, he seems slightly deranged and certainly unusual, this is caused by his fondness of wearing a leather armlet, that stretches from his right wrist all the way up to his shoulder. And the number of plastic disposable lighters he has in his pocket at any one time.
Personality: Cyrus is extremely crude in his way; he says innapropriate things all the time, but not intentionally, he just doesn't have a very good grip at socialising. He is extremely quick-tempered, but at the same time an introvert and spends time musing over depressing and sad thoughts. Everything that happens he wants to stay out of, scared of becoming deeply involved in something that could have a negative impact. Also an extreme pyromaniac.
Powers: (Edit) Cyrus can change elemental powers into the form of animal guardians, but the only element he intentionally ues is fire. He feels this is the easiest of the four elements to create, plus his obvious pyromaniacal tendencies. Normally the animal takes the form of a wolf or tiger, but it just depends on how he feels. These animals are almost guardians to him, and he feels completely at ease with one of them by his side.
Weaknesses: His major weakness is his temper, when he gets angry he looses all control over his abilities, and he seems to get angry very easily. Cyrus lets his past get in the way of the future, If he has a problem with anyone he'll confront them no matter how powerful they are. It may seem foolish to others, but to him it feels like a safety net. His other major weakness is that he doesn't form relationships very well, as he lacks trust in adults.
History: Cyrus was born into a life of poverty and alienation. His parents both passed away in a freak accident, even though Cyrus survived. This left him with his brother alone at the top of a faded, cracked tower of flats, deep in the darkest part of the city.
Since the tender age of 5, Cyrus had a fascination with fire, he spent hours at a time on the tower block roof, flicking his lighter. Time passed by, and slowly the occupants of the crumbling building either died or drifted away into the sprawling city. He would sit and watch as people passed him by, it felt strange, he was losing contact with the people he cared about and loved.
On his 12th birthday, his brother suffered a mental breakdown and decided to end his life, but he wanted to take Cyrus with him, so he didn't suffer. Cyrus didn't mean it, he just felt angry with himself for allowing his brother to feel the way he did. It was an accident. The next morning, the city police force found Cyrus' brothers body badly scorched and mangled, but there was never any search for a boy nobody knew.
Roleplay Sample:
Grey smoke rose into the midnight sky, the air was thick. High above him the moon was shining down into the alleyway. The ground was slicked with oil, reflecting the city lights onto his face. All around the sounds of the city at night echoed. Suddenly the trash can burst into flames and an auburn tiger jumped from the blaze.
"I'm not a bad man, you understand don't you?"
His voice sounded choked and tender. Tears were welling in both his eyes, his hands were closed tightly into fists, clutching a lighter in both.
"I didn't mean it! I thought... I got angry. I couldn't help it, it was just..."
Behind him someone moved, the shadows protecting them from his eyes. But they didn't realise the tiger could actually be alive, it was made out of flames for goodness sake. The tigers ears twitched and he prowled slowly around, a low growling erupting from it's throat.
"I can hear them. Don't worry"
A burst of flame. The smell of smoke grew stronger as the air became a murky grey.
"I think I nailed them."
Age: 19
Gender: Male.
Orientation/Sexuality: Bi.
Alliance: Middle Dweller
Appearance: Jet black hair is folded over his left eye, but if you get up close enough, you realise its to cover a scar. The scar stretches from his lower ear up to his eye. His eyes seem completely empty; dark and inky black. Although he is a teenager, his face tells a sad story. Upon first meeting, he seems slightly deranged and certainly unusual, this is caused by his fondness of wearing a leather armlet, that stretches from his right wrist all the way up to his shoulder. And the number of plastic disposable lighters he has in his pocket at any one time.
Personality: Cyrus is extremely crude in his way; he says innapropriate things all the time, but not intentionally, he just doesn't have a very good grip at socialising. He is extremely quick-tempered, but at the same time an introvert and spends time musing over depressing and sad thoughts. Everything that happens he wants to stay out of, scared of becoming deeply involved in something that could have a negative impact. Also an extreme pyromaniac.
Powers: (Edit) Cyrus can change elemental powers into the form of animal guardians, but the only element he intentionally ues is fire. He feels this is the easiest of the four elements to create, plus his obvious pyromaniacal tendencies. Normally the animal takes the form of a wolf or tiger, but it just depends on how he feels. These animals are almost guardians to him, and he feels completely at ease with one of them by his side.
Weaknesses: His major weakness is his temper, when he gets angry he looses all control over his abilities, and he seems to get angry very easily. Cyrus lets his past get in the way of the future, If he has a problem with anyone he'll confront them no matter how powerful they are. It may seem foolish to others, but to him it feels like a safety net. His other major weakness is that he doesn't form relationships very well, as he lacks trust in adults.
History: Cyrus was born into a life of poverty and alienation. His parents both passed away in a freak accident, even though Cyrus survived. This left him with his brother alone at the top of a faded, cracked tower of flats, deep in the darkest part of the city.
Since the tender age of 5, Cyrus had a fascination with fire, he spent hours at a time on the tower block roof, flicking his lighter. Time passed by, and slowly the occupants of the crumbling building either died or drifted away into the sprawling city. He would sit and watch as people passed him by, it felt strange, he was losing contact with the people he cared about and loved.
On his 12th birthday, his brother suffered a mental breakdown and decided to end his life, but he wanted to take Cyrus with him, so he didn't suffer. Cyrus didn't mean it, he just felt angry with himself for allowing his brother to feel the way he did. It was an accident. The next morning, the city police force found Cyrus' brothers body badly scorched and mangled, but there was never any search for a boy nobody knew.
Roleplay Sample:
Grey smoke rose into the midnight sky, the air was thick. High above him the moon was shining down into the alleyway. The ground was slicked with oil, reflecting the city lights onto his face. All around the sounds of the city at night echoed. Suddenly the trash can burst into flames and an auburn tiger jumped from the blaze.
"I'm not a bad man, you understand don't you?"
His voice sounded choked and tender. Tears were welling in both his eyes, his hands were closed tightly into fists, clutching a lighter in both.
"I didn't mean it! I thought... I got angry. I couldn't help it, it was just..."
Behind him someone moved, the shadows protecting them from his eyes. But they didn't realise the tiger could actually be alive, it was made out of flames for goodness sake. The tigers ears twitched and he prowled slowly around, a low growling erupting from it's throat.
"I can hear them. Don't worry"
A burst of flame. The smell of smoke grew stronger as the air became a murky grey.
"I think I nailed them."