Post by Cyrona Rivers on Oct 10, 2011 17:03:07 GMT -5
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Cyrona (Sear-Row-Nah) Rivers
Wayfaring Artist
RACE,Human
GENDER,Male
BATTLE ROLE,Jack of All
BATTLE STYLE,Casual/LS
AGE,18
ALLIANCE,-
PERSONALITY,Cyrona is an optimistic kid, for the most part. He’ll see the best in a situation whenever he can, though there is a deeper pessimist hidden behind this. A broken heart, as frivolous as it sounds, can cause one to find holding onto hope much harder than finding it. So while he can see the best of a situation, he doesn’t always see it working out that way. But the thing with Cyrona is that he’ll see the situation through anyway, with sheer and unwavering determination. He’s searching for something, and nothing will stop him until he finds it.
Cyrona is a big believer in fate, though not so much a discusser of fate. He believes things happen for a reason, and will often find himself bottling up feelings, holding back on things and so forth simply because he doesn’t believe the time is right. This also happens when he feels shy, which can be now and then. Without his muse Cyrona is quite shy about who sees his drawings, for example, and he doesn’t like to discuss where he comes from with people.
APPEARANCE,
Cyrona is a rather average looking kid. His clothing changes based on where he is, as it should with most (wearing a black sleeveless shirt while climbing Snowpeak, for example, is not a wise idea). Typically, though, he wears exactly that, a black sleeveless shirt along with a loosely fitting earth-colored cloak over his shoulders. His pants are tan and designed for utility more than style with many pockets and durable material.
His build is rather slight, though what is there is firm muscle as he is still quite athletically fit. He has brown hair, brown eyes and his features are just recently starting to lose their boyishness and become more masculine and structured. Smiles come easy to his cheeks and his eyes hold a fierce fire of determination, visible to those who look. He also has a pair of goggles on the top of his head for certain situations, though they’re there mostly because he’s grown quite fond of them.
WEAPONS,
- A simple dagger
- Small, concealable knives
ITEMS,
- Drawing pad
- Pencils
- Paints
ABILITIES,Carry On My Wayward Son:
Cyrona has within him such vehement determination that few things can stop him once he sets his mind. This determination gives him two minor abilities. First, Cyrona is able to continue on even after spending his action slots. This ability gives him an extra action slot for manoeuvring even if he uses two action slots prior to it. Furthermore nothing can stop Cyrona. No effects can specifically affect Cyrona's action slots or movement.
There’ll Be Rest When You Are Done: Of course it doesn’t matter how determined you are if your health ends up completely failing on you. There’s a solution to that, too. In casual this ability works as minor regeneration, wherein at the end of every turn Cyrona gains back a little bit of health. In LS it works a little more technically. Any turn in which Cyrona used three or more action slots he regains a half-level of health.
RACIAL ABILITIES,[/color]
Flexibility: Unused for now.
HISTORY,
The village of Orion was a quaint village nestled in the shade of an ocean-side cliff. It had a mostly human population with a few hylians mixed in, and the entire village gathered together barely counted over a hundred people, including the children. There were farmers and fishers, and not much traffic since it was very out of the way from the rest of Hyrule, and few houses had more than two stories. The sole dock in the village barely saw anything other than fishing trollers, and the roads out from it were used mainly for the farmers to go off and sell their crops in nearby towns. It was a peaceful town that never really saw much change.
Cyrona was born here not long after his two parents got married. The new family settled into a new home with bright prospects ahead of them in the village they loved. Both of Cyrona’s parents had grown up in the village, and they looked to live in that village they knew so well all their lives. And they probably still live there, for this not the kind of story that ends in tragedy. Not that sort, anyway. Death is a much different story than a broken heart.
Cyrona’s parents, having grown up in the village, had all their friends in the village. As such, Cyrona grew up alongside some of the other children. One particular child, Anetta, quickly became his best friend. The two of them were inseparable, growing up side by side and seeing each other almost every day. They played together all over the village and became that pairing that everybody knew. As they grew, too, Cyrona realized he had a certain aptitude for drawing, and soon found out one of his favorite subjects to draw was Anetta. And she loved posing for him, like it was some sort of game.
Of course it started out as a game. Young and talented, Cyrona didn’t realize why Anetta was his favorite subject the draw. It wasn’t until he came of age that he realized his feelings. But at that point the two were such great friends, had such great memories, that he did not want to risk it all becoming awkward in case she didn’t feel the same. The feelings were bottled up deep inside and served as the inspiration behind his pencil as he drew every day, perfecting his talent.
Then one day Anetta wasn’t there. Cyrona looked all around for her, but couldn’t find her anywhere. Her parents said she was gone out with a friend, which was unusual considering she always went out with him. He didn’t even know if she had any other friends. Still, it was left at that and Cyrona was left lonely for the day. The next day Anetta was there, but Cyrona didn’t want to annoy her by prying into her personal life and she didn’t mention it.
These absent days became more and more common over the following weeks. Cyrona had no idea where she was going, and could never work up the nerve to ask. He found himself a place to go on these days, a spring hidden away in a thicket of trees not far out of the village. It was a peaceful place where Cyrona could draw, and there was all sorts of life there for him to try and capture. It didn’t replace his favorite subject, but his collection of drawings of the spring began to quickly match those of Anetta.
Anetta showed up one day during the spring, nearly half a year since her disappearances started, and told Cyrona that she wanted him to meet someone special that night. The terminology nearly broke Cyrona’s heart then and there, but some poor, optimistic side of him held onto some strand of hope that this someone special was merely another good friend. He held onto that thread of hope foolishly, and that night prepared for the meeting.
His name was Ajander and from the moment Cyrona saw the two of them together, that thread of hope slipped through his fingers and disappeared into the abyss. Anetta sat precariously close to him, his arm rest across the back of her chair. This was all Cyrona could see that night as they talked. He barely even registered the details. Ajander was from Castle Town. He was training to become a Hylian Knight. Apparently his stay here was part of a mission. Brave Sir Ajander.
When Anetta announced that she was going to take a trip with Ajander to see Castle Town, Cyrona lost it. He should’ve been happy for her, seeing the world and all, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Ajander’s arm wrapped around her. He excused him and left. He went straight out of town and stumbled his way through the dark. There were tears, though he would deny such a fact later. He didn’t know where he was going, but his feet did, and soon he was at his favorite spring outside of town.
The water caught the moonlight in a remarkable way and glowed with a fluorescent light, illuminating the fish that swam around in it, casting all sorts of bizarre shadows. It was almost magical in nature, and Cyrona suddenly felt the need to draw it. He took his paper and his pencil and sat down. The first few steps were easy, but for some reason nothing turned out right on paper. Sheet after sheet was crumpled up and thrown away until finally in a bout of rage Cyrona threw his drawing pad into the spring.
His muse had left him.
At that exact moment Cyrona looked up and saw, just for a second, a glowing white bird, much like a heron, flying across the sky. It sparkled, and left behind it a trail of raining stars, glittering down upon the spring. Cyrona felt the sudden need to draw it, and knew he would be able to, but his drawing pad was soaking at the bottom of the spring. Helpless and alone, Cyrona collapsed there by the edge of the spring.
The next day he awoke and returned to the village. Anetta was gone. She’d left the night before, packed up in a rush and left. Cyrona spent the next few days locked away in his room, recounting all that had happened and wondering where it all went wrong. The only thing that kept him from fading into a bundle of teenage angst was the memory of that heron as it flew by. What had it been? Why had he felt so inclined to draw it? Such certainty?
He tried drawing it from memory, but no picture did it justice, no picture turned out right. He tried drawing other things, even copying some of his older drawings of Anetta. Nothing was working. He still had no muse to stoke his talent. And that was when he decided he needed to find that bird. It was his muse, it was the last thing he could hold onto in this world, it seemed, as the village felt far too empty without Anetta.
A week after Anetta left, Cyrona slung a bag over his back and left Orion. Not in search of Anetta but in search of his muse.
EXTRAS,
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FACE CLAIM,
Li Syaoran, [i]TSUBASA RESERVOIR CHRONICLES[/i]
OTHER CHARACTERS,
Ryst Seraphine, Tabula Rasa, Nadia al Khalifa, Baal Tansley . . . I think that’s it.
HOW DID YOU FIND US,
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