Post by fang on Mar 6, 2011 15:14:43 GMT -5
Name: Cyrus Locke
Age: 110
Race: Elf
Occupation: Apprentice Smith
Allegiance: Himself
Physically Cyrus isnt very intimidating, he's 5'11 in stature (height) he's very slim being about 110 pounds, his arms and legs are thin, yet muscular his nails are clean and shortened regularly to look acceptable, his Physique (chest) is Very muscular but thin, he has two scars that form an X across his chest from shoulder to hips on both sides. he could have healed them but he liked them, he wanted them to stay on his body. his hair is a Dark Black, their are hints of blue, it's very long and flows down to his shoulders and at the end it becomes spiky. his eyes are shockingly Violet, he has a clean shaven face. through the use of magic he has Attained wings, white feathers and you cant see the bones, usually he folds them against his back but when used he usually smiles.
Cyrus dosnt trust anyone, when he laughs it's faked, he never shows any emotion's he hides behind a mask of indifferance and arrogance as if you were talking about the sky when he smiles, it's rarely genuine, he hates most objects and people that distract him from his trade. He rarely speaks with anyone regardless of rank, relationship , status or client. the only person he genuinly likes is Rhunon the Elf Smith, who forges enchanted weapons and armour and who teaches him his trade, he knows the basics of smithing and enchanting but he yearns to be the best smith the world has ever seen. he rarely speaks of dreams and Desires, when he does however he does in an Arrogant manor as if he didnt care about what anyone else was like aslong as he achieved his goal.
When he was born he was a long expected child, everyone liked Elven children and everyone was suprised by his parents becuase by having a child it was the ultimate act of love, he was liked by most of the adults and he despised them for it, he never wanted affection he knew what he was doing from the moment he was born, he grew up ignoring most of his peers in school and his teachers in llira, in his 50th year of school he lost interest in pursueing the arts, he discovered that he could use magic becoming an Apprentice Magician and a Competent Swordsman he became bored with that too and Focused upon being a blacksmith. after deciding to do so he traveled to the elven city of Elesmera...
upon meeting the elf smith rhunon he begged her to take him as an Apprentice, she had him create a number of items first a simple knife, later Shears and finally calipers and tongs. when she told him that he wasnt going to make the grade he grew angry but before he could strike her she offered to teach him if he fought her and won. a Smile on his face he showed his answer by pulling back his fist and launching a punch towards her face, smiling pleasantly she forced his hand downward and tripped him sending him spralling into the mud undettered he jumped up and punched again with similar results, eventually they were exchanging blows and at one point he realised that he was fighting how she expected him to, he smiled before pulling his neckback and headbutting her. the unexpected blow hit and she went down in the first time in their contest. she then told him that she would train him.
Roleplaying Sample:
Cyrus was flying over the land at a blistering pace his wings unfurled and flapping, he was crossing the Hadarac desert, he was in his element he didnt need anything now he was happy and smiling. wearing no shirt his X Scar on his chest showing with a pair of breeches and tanned shoes, strapped to his waist was a belt with many pockets, one contained Alchemic ingrediants while one contained a shirt and another contained gems which he stored his energy in for later should his strength fail... he shook off his grim thoughts before flying higher and higher before he divebombing towards the sand before pulling up a nano second later and he would have become a very bloody and deep crated in the sand.
he noticed the war ensign of the urgals far off in the distance he flew closer one of their clan leaders seemed to be leading them. their was about 30 of urgals and about 10 kull. he kept his distance observing them from a far off Dune even if they had noticed he could flee before they got near him. he was struck from behind most suddenly and very heavily his vision blurred and when he came to he was feeling pain , and heat when he opened his eyes he saw and urgal weilding a branding iron in a tent. they laughed at him and spat cursing him and the elven race. he shouted one word. "Brisingr" which meant fire in the Ancient Language, a fire ball flew towards the urgal and he dropped without a sound. he used the word "Jierda" which meant to break or hit. to break the bonds around his arms and to his relief the urgals hadnt stolen anything. he stood up, cloaked himself in magic and made his footsteps as light as possible as he escaped. he went back to the sand dune and threw himself down on the other side. he ended the spell lieing on his back sweating and with numerous burns which he had to heal. he used the energy from his belt and and left the minor injuries.
Age: 110
Race: Elf
Occupation: Apprentice Smith
Allegiance: Himself
Physical Description:
Physically Cyrus isnt very intimidating, he's 5'11 in stature (height) he's very slim being about 110 pounds, his arms and legs are thin, yet muscular his nails are clean and shortened regularly to look acceptable, his Physique (chest) is Very muscular but thin, he has two scars that form an X across his chest from shoulder to hips on both sides. he could have healed them but he liked them, he wanted them to stay on his body. his hair is a Dark Black, their are hints of blue, it's very long and flows down to his shoulders and at the end it becomes spiky. his eyes are shockingly Violet, he has a clean shaven face. through the use of magic he has Attained wings, white feathers and you cant see the bones, usually he folds them against his back but when used he usually smiles.
Personality
Cyrus dosnt trust anyone, when he laughs it's faked, he never shows any emotion's he hides behind a mask of indifferance and arrogance as if you were talking about the sky when he smiles, it's rarely genuine, he hates most objects and people that distract him from his trade. He rarely speaks with anyone regardless of rank, relationship , status or client. the only person he genuinly likes is Rhunon the Elf Smith, who forges enchanted weapons and armour and who teaches him his trade, he knows the basics of smithing and enchanting but he yearns to be the best smith the world has ever seen. he rarely speaks of dreams and Desires, when he does however he does in an Arrogant manor as if he didnt care about what anyone else was like aslong as he achieved his goal.
History:
When he was born he was a long expected child, everyone liked Elven children and everyone was suprised by his parents becuase by having a child it was the ultimate act of love, he was liked by most of the adults and he despised them for it, he never wanted affection he knew what he was doing from the moment he was born, he grew up ignoring most of his peers in school and his teachers in llira, in his 50th year of school he lost interest in pursueing the arts, he discovered that he could use magic becoming an Apprentice Magician and a Competent Swordsman he became bored with that too and Focused upon being a blacksmith. after deciding to do so he traveled to the elven city of Elesmera...
upon meeting the elf smith rhunon he begged her to take him as an Apprentice, she had him create a number of items first a simple knife, later Shears and finally calipers and tongs. when she told him that he wasnt going to make the grade he grew angry but before he could strike her she offered to teach him if he fought her and won. a Smile on his face he showed his answer by pulling back his fist and launching a punch towards her face, smiling pleasantly she forced his hand downward and tripped him sending him spralling into the mud undettered he jumped up and punched again with similar results, eventually they were exchanging blows and at one point he realised that he was fighting how she expected him to, he smiled before pulling his neckback and headbutting her. the unexpected blow hit and she went down in the first time in their contest. she then told him that she would train him.
Roleplaying Sample:
Cyrus was flying over the land at a blistering pace his wings unfurled and flapping, he was crossing the Hadarac desert, he was in his element he didnt need anything now he was happy and smiling. wearing no shirt his X Scar on his chest showing with a pair of breeches and tanned shoes, strapped to his waist was a belt with many pockets, one contained Alchemic ingrediants while one contained a shirt and another contained gems which he stored his energy in for later should his strength fail... he shook off his grim thoughts before flying higher and higher before he divebombing towards the sand before pulling up a nano second later and he would have become a very bloody and deep crated in the sand.
he noticed the war ensign of the urgals far off in the distance he flew closer one of their clan leaders seemed to be leading them. their was about 30 of urgals and about 10 kull. he kept his distance observing them from a far off Dune even if they had noticed he could flee before they got near him. he was struck from behind most suddenly and very heavily his vision blurred and when he came to he was feeling pain , and heat when he opened his eyes he saw and urgal weilding a branding iron in a tent. they laughed at him and spat cursing him and the elven race. he shouted one word. "Brisingr" which meant fire in the Ancient Language, a fire ball flew towards the urgal and he dropped without a sound. he used the word "Jierda" which meant to break or hit. to break the bonds around his arms and to his relief the urgals hadnt stolen anything. he stood up, cloaked himself in magic and made his footsteps as light as possible as he escaped. he went back to the sand dune and threw himself down on the other side. he ended the spell lieing on his back sweating and with numerous burns which he had to heal. he used the energy from his belt and and left the minor injuries.
