Name:Cyrus Argentum
Country Affiliation: Riem
Race:Human
Tier:D
Specialization: Strength
Age + Birthdate: 22 born November 7
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Cyrus as quiet but easygoing young man who doesn’t really talk much but when he does he is very dry and deadpan. He always has a joke for everything even in darker situations. This constant mockery can rub people the wrong way at times especially if they are on the receiving end. Due to this, he has few friends. He is very loyal to all of friends and fight to the death for them. He is also a very avid traveller and is always looking for an adventure. Simultaneously honing is skills in battle as well as fulfilling his insatiable curiosity and thirst for knowledge. From living out in the wilderness, he has keen eyes and ears and has a good sense of when people are being dishonest with him because of this he is not easily manipulated and respects people for their honesty even if it hurts him in the process.
When it comes to battles, Cyrus is never one to start a fight but won’t shy away from one when the occasion calls for it. He has pride in his abilities as a fighter but is fully cognisant of his limitations and tries hard to overcome them.
Likes: Nature and the natural world: Cyrus was outside and travelled a lot as a child and thus has an appreciation for the beauty of nature.
Music and Dance: After he met up with a band of travelling musicians he always has enjoyed playing and listening to music as well as dancing well into the night.
Dislikes: Adhering to a schedule: being as lazy as he is, Cyrus likes to do his own things on his own at his leisure.
Mornings: he likes to sleep late and wake up just as late. Sunlight doesn’t really do it for him.
Aspirations: Cyrus aspires to be a dungeon capturer and be able to become stronger in order to explore places he would not otherwise be able to do. He wants to have a great story to tell his friends and family one day. Since dungeons are such mysterious places, he is curious to see what he can learn from them as well. He also aspires to show people that he can accomplish something without anyone’s help and free like he can overcome his lack of drive and do something amazing.
Phobias/fears: Cyrus has one big crippling fear and that is meeting new people. Although he has had many good experiences and has made friends from his travels, he gets really scared of meeting new people he freezes up and can’t really conjure up the words to just say hi. People have to come to him in order for him to say something, which are only a few words and/or a sarcastic joke though he is getting better about it trying to face his fears and actually talk to people it just takes him a while.
Face-Claim: Gaius Fire emblem Awakening
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Green they go grey when experiences negative emotions.
Height: 176cm
Weight: 77kg
Appearance: Cyrus is of average height with an athletic build he has shoulder length orange hair that with bangs that go down to his eyebrows he has a bit of an oral fixation he has to have something in his mouth almost constantly. Usually that would be a reed that he can chew one or some sort of candy with a stick that he could chew on especially when he is nervous or scared. His eyes are almost constantly half open especially during the daylight hours (he’s not one for light) there are two occasions where he will open his eyes fully, when he is fighting and when he is with his friends. He walks very gracefully like a dancer and fights in a similar fashion. He is not very expressive with his body preferring to use his words and facial expressions he has two items that he almost never seen without, his headband given to him by his best friend and a metal whistle given to him by his mother that he wears on his belt loop.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Traits: None
History: Cyrus was born the middle of three kids in the suburbs of the capital of the Reim Empire to a travelling merchant by the name of Gaius Argentum. Cyrus’s mother Lyra Arcturus was an avid adventurer and Cyrus would accompany her on her journeys around Reim from the age of 13. Prior to that he would travel with his father around the world going to places like Heilohapt and as far East as Kou. His father sells metal objects, from small weapons to dinnerware and everything in between. Lately he has champions the fact that the things he sells make fine metal vessels. This remark has sparked and interest in dungeon capturing both Cyrus and his mother. Ever since dungeons have begun appearing around the world Cyrus’s mother has wanted to find a dungeon but having three kids will halt anyone’s plans to journey to a place with a low likelihood of returning. So she always wanted one of her three kids to try to do what she couldn’t: capture a dungeon. Cyrus’s mother always favoured him and always told him that despite his laziness he could do so much with his life more so than is older brother who lacks interest in dungeon capturing, preferring to spend his days studying or is younger sister who has the drive and interest doesn’t have the stamina or the innate sense of self and awareness that Cyrus has.
Since becoming an adult Cyrus has travelled around Reim by himself and encountered many things he has dueled many people honing his weapon of choice a scythe made by his uncle, a blacksmith. He also used to travel with a band of musicians who gave him his good ears and even better rhythm. Most recently he has found himself on the southern reaches of Reim near Heliohapt studying the desert terrain is something that he is most interested in doing now so that he can be prepared for any type of combat should he fight. He will run into his father every now and then and Cyrus will help him sell merchandise to help him quell his fear of new people. He still loves his family and often, under the stars, will write to them detailing his adventures before he goes to sleep.
Role-Play Sample: Cyrus looked up at the mid afternoon sun, eyes half open and smiled his trademark half-smile. He had done it two djinn to his name. He looked at his new metal vessel; his mother’s whistle the eight-pointed star still glowing. Orias the djinn, of beauty and resolve was now his. “ And they said one was enough. Clearly they were wrong,” he laughed weakly. He got up and loaded his newfound magic carpet dropped his riches to his brother to help fund his university in Reim and was soon on his way. Deciding to make his way North to the rarely explored regions of Imuchakk.
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Finally, someone worthy of his battle prowess; another metal vessel user he could test his skills on. Cyrus opened his eyes wide raised his scythe smiled slightly “raise your weapon milady Wu Di” he advised. “Even if you are a lady and a princess of Kou, you are a general and I shall not go easy on you.” She grinned wildly and her eyes began to light up with excitement, “I wouldn’t have it any other way” she raised her metal vessel, a bangle on he left wrist and she chanted, “spirit of ignorance and desire, dwell within me and make me powerful; come forth, Ipos!” a greenish energy surrounded the princess as she equipped her djinn. Her armour was of a bright metallic green with her hair shorter than it was before, being shoulder length now as opposed to her normal hip length she had no weapon, which Cyrus surmised that her magic would be generated by her bare hands. His suspicions were confirmed when she clapped them together a huge sound wave generating from her hands. He managed to dodge in time but the village behind them was not so lucky. “Oh well, he said flippantly the should really make sprinting mandatory in schools if not you’ll just get blown up, sad souls” Cyrus got up and dusted himself off, “Spirit of tyranny and exaltation, dwell within my body and make me a powerful magician! Come forth, Valac!” he roared as electricity whirled around him his scythe became a scepter drawing in magnetic materials toward him his armour, a dull gold with metallic wings shimmered in the sun. Fully smiling for the first time in a long time Cyrus flew towards Princess Wu Di raising his weapon, “and now we begin!”
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