Country Affiliation: Kou Empire
Race: Fanalis
Tier: D-tier
Class: Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 20, Unknown due to being taken away into slavery at a young age
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality:
Cirven is a lot more outspoken than other slaves. He is typically found being disciplined or scolded for his mouth more than anything else. Constant wise cracks are the cause for this. He likes to joke around and tends to find a way to make a joke in any situation even if it makes him look like an idiot for doing so. This is a form of him dealing with his dark past and the life he lives.
He has no problem at all in hurting others if needed. Killing being something he was brought up to do as a slave due to his skills shaped him into someone who does have a darker side when fighting or dealing with situations from time to time but he has tried to work on this to avoid bad impressions. So far it hasn't worked too well.
He is the type to be selfish with those he does not know but will go out of his way to help those he values as friends or more. This doesn't label him good or bad by any means but just means he does what he thinks he needs to do when he should.
He can be cocky with his skills in pretty much everything he does but he does admire those who are talented.
As a leader, he isn't really that qualified. He tends to do things alone a lot and not work well with others due to his training focusing on working alone. If needed, he can give out orders but he isn't the best boy scout in the bunch and will follow orders in his own way. This possibly can lead to plans needing to be changed on a whim.
Likes:
- Cirven likes weapons, the techniques used to wield them, their designs, etc. This is because of his past of learning ways to wield weapons and growing a love for wielding them.
- He enjoys joking and making wise cracks at anytime due to his time with a certain slave who helped him grow out of his sorrowful times.
- He enjoys fighting and has been put into multiple slave fighting rings where his master and other would bet on him. This is probably the reason he likes to fight.
Dislikes:
- He hates anyone who tries to pull others down into depression and will try to prevent it if he can. He has had a dark past but found a way to still laugh through it so he tries to do the same for others.
- He dislikes people who have others do things for them as if they were a slave master and were too lazy/weak to do it themselves.
- He dislikes it if he is ignored and will only do more things to be noticed.
Aspirations:
Cirven strives to make up for his past of being an assassin for his slave master in the past and all the fellow slave fighters he was forced to kill in the slave fighting ring. He wants to find people who he can fit in with and feel a part of instead of feeling how alone he did as a slave. He wants to use his skills to possibly teach those who are weak to be strong and protect themselves from the dangers of the world.
Phobias/fears:
He has a fear of being completely left alone in the world, not being thought of at all of just plain forgotten. He has a fear of anyone close to him being taken away from this world like his parents were when he was taken away into slavery as a child. He has dealt with the loss of those close to him before but each time he has lashed out violently and became the person his slave master always wanted him to be a controlled dark puppet/beast.
Face-Claim: Karma Akabane - Ansatsu Kyoushitsu/Assassination Classroom
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Yellow
Height: 180cm
Weight: 80kg
Appearance:
Cirven values his speed and durability as a Fanalis over armored clothes usually so he prefers to wear light clothes. The most common of these is as basic as it can come; A black shirt and black pants. This completely contradicts his personality but that does not mean he is always against any sort of style. He will wear clothes that show much more of his loud personality with brighter colors but prefers the dark colors. He usually wears a long sleeved shirt over his other shirt to hide hidden belts over his arms and body that hold all types of items to assist him in his actions. Also the long sleeved shirt has pockets which come in handy for holding things and keeping his hands open.
His hair is usually a sort of mess and everywhere because he doesn't really groom it at all. More like he splashes water on it and then runs his hands through it and gives himself a thumbs up before going on about his business.
Rukh Alignment: White(subject to change later depending on events)
Special Features: His body is covered in scars from all of the beatings and fighting he was a part of in the past.
History:
Cirven was only two or three when his parents were killed and he was taken away from them to become a slave. He was too young to remember their faces or anything else about the family he had and his earliest memories are from the darkness of the corners of a cell with his arms and legs chained up.
After being shamed and made to stand naked in front of multiple strangers by a slave trader during a slave auction, he was bought by his slave master, Dogrien for years to come. A slave master who didn't buy him only to use him for simple slave duties but one who wanted to have a strong and obedient servant to do his dirty deeds and make him money.
After some years of doing regular slave duties, Cirven was quickly thrown into slave fighting rings where he was forced to use his instincts to survive against other slaves and quickly became famous among the slave masters due to his skill. The young boy was then thrust into the world of killing for his master and was taught how to fight with weapons, make poisons and other things an assassin would learn while the entire time his fear of his master and other slave masters kept him under their complete control.
Cirven was slowly losing himself to fighting and killing and was slowly being changed into a evil puppet for his master until he met another slave named Marcus. Marcus showed him that making jokes and laughing was what he should focus on with his life with everything else coming in second through how the man joked and made wise cracks at anything and everything. Marcus helped Cirven through the dark times of his life and would be beaten for 'tainting' the master's pet project until finally Marcus was put into the slave fighting rings and killed later.
It was a failed attempt to bring Cirven back to the hopeless boy he was but only caused him to be a wise cracking slave more to hide the fact that he was still scared of his master.
Role-Play Sample:
Cirven felt the bumps as the caravan traveled across its path to their destination. His chains rattled with every shake of the caravan in such a way that would make most slowly go insane but Cirven had other thoughts on his mind. Slaves envied the boy but at the same time felt sorry for him due to where he was going. He was Dogrein's, his slave master's new pet project. A pet project that he planned to make a lot of money off of in the slave fighting rings. Dogrein had done this before with other slaves but those slaves were eventually killed in the ring or by Dogrein for losing.
Suddenly the caravan stopped and seconds later the back door of the caravan opened with Dogrein sticking his mug through it. "Lets go, boy. It is time for you to make me some money." Dogrein reached out his hand and unchained the red-haired boy from his locks to the caravan and then stepped aside so to allow him to come out.
Cirven was reluctant to get out of the caravan but knew if he didn't do so that he would be beaten again by the nearest object to Dogrein like he usually did. So instead of taking another beating the child silently walked out of the caravan and stood next to his master, staring at the ground sadly. In front of them was a building that had roars of cheers echoing out of it.
"Boy! Be happy! Today is the day that you get to show your worth to me! You cost me a lot more than I would like to say but today is the start of when you make that money back, plus more. We do have the rest of your life to do this for me after all!" Dogrein let out a laugh while Cirven continued to stare down at the ground.
Dogrein would laugh for a bit longer than he should but after he'd snap his finger which was a sign for all of his slaves to pay attention. This caused Cirven's head to fly up and stare his yellow eyes at the older man. "Lets go, boy." Dogrein pointed towards the building with the cheers. Cirven started to walk but mistakenly walked ahead of Dogrein and was quickly met with a fist to the back of his head causing him to drop to the floor in pain with tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't forget your place, boy! You are my slave! Walk behind me and stay close!" Dogrein mumbled to himself after Cirven's actions. Cirven kept himself from crying because he knew he would just be beat more if he did so he sucked up the emotions he felt and followed the man in the building where everything would again change in his life...
