Post by The Survivor on Jun 3, 2010 13:56:15 GMT -5
Name: Cyrus Edreal
Age: 19
Race: Human/Lycan Hybrid
Physical Description:
Cyrus Edreal: Cyrus is about 6'1 and very fit, has a slendor build and physically toned. He had dark brown hair, and visibly no scars, until his experimant, he gained a Silvery tone to his hair, and now has scars in a design of the Wolven figures across his whole body. He often wears light studded leather armor, and carries 2 swords as he his very skilled in dual weaponship.
The Beast: Standing at about 7'1 The Beast, is a quick and strong being, he has a blue-grey tint to his fur, has yellow eyes, rather white teeth for being a beast of the night, Often has torn pants from his human form, often ranginf from blue to black in color. His physical stature is rather human like admist the broad shoulders and long forearms.
Personality: Cyrus is rather nice, and sympathetic. He is not one to turn to Violence, he would rather talk things over, but if needed he will fight. Cyrus is a kind of person that can be easily talked to, and approached.
The Beast on the other hand, retains only a slight bit of Cyrus's memory and feelings. As Cyrus hasn't completely learnt to control his other half.
History:
The stage has been set, this comes to be a telling of a poor man's tale, on how his judgment became the better of him and allowed himself to become a horrid creature. Now let this take us to the time of peril for this poor fellow as we see his actions that follow this night of dread.
"The day was December 22nd, 1563, it was supposed to be a day of great happiness, as we celebrated our village elders birthday. But no one else seemed to know that it was the day i became a man, by doing my own successful hunt. But it started out great, everyone was happy, the kids playing with each other, getting along. It was really great until...the night came...no one knew why this night it happened, it never seemed to happen before, but something was wrong that day, the Village Elder wasn't himself he was always looking left to right...he seemed a little on edge, but who knew that this would happen? Who knew that horrible monsters would raid our village...but the thing is..why? Why was it me who survived? Why wasn't I slaughtered like the rest of my family? Like the rest of the community? What I didn't get was why I was left alone...alone to suffer and grieve. Why was I left to wallow in the despair of my villages destruction? I suffered for 5 days before acting out of hatred, and revenge. All i could hear was everyones screams in my dreams, all i could see was the bodies being drug back into the forest all limp, all i could smell was the stench of death, there was nothing left for me to do...i was alone."
"I left, i packed my stuff, grabbed all my coins, and left...i had too i had to leave the place. But leaving at night was unsafe, i had to leave in the morning...so i waited till dawn to set off on my journey to, Jarhyek, a city nearby. What felt like weeks was only a mere three days. It took me four days to reach Jarhyek, as i arrived some of the civilians noticed who i was, as they often visited their family in my village. They came up to ask me how i was doing, i told them about the raid. Most of them were enraged and soon broke into tears. I couldn't stay there i had to leave, i couldn't handle the depression anymore i had to do something about it. So i went to the Library, and attempted to research old sacred arts. It seemed as if i was in that Library forever, mainly because i found a lot of ancient spells, and sorcery, that only the 'gifted' can use and control, it turns out that i was able to augment myself to enable me to use these skills and spells. So i decided that i would augment myself to become those creatures worst nightmare. At this point in time my mind was completely consumed by rage and revenge, all i could see was the death of the creatures, and the justice that my Village deserved."
The days went by as the Survivor went back to his Village, the Survivor soon found what he was looking for, the Survivor finally achieved a good amount of hair accumulated from the houses and fences of the village, his experiment was almost finished. "I finally achieved my goal, i was finally going to conduct revenge on these horrible creatures, all i needed was a Full Moon..." The Survivor got everything prepared, he mixed the hair in with his own blood, connected all the sigels drawn in the ground to a center circle where he would stand. The experiment was near success, all he did was finish up his preparations by drawing the signs of the Wolf all along his body with the mixture he has created from his own blood, and the hair from the creatures. The time was now, it was nightfall, the moon was already in sight. The Survivor said his incantation as the moons light illuminated the barn. "Vertuh Romac Tihlret Achdet...ACHRESIZONT!!" was all the Survivor said. The room violently erupted with a white light, while the sigels glowing a raging red lifted from the ground, the designs on the Survivors body began to burn furiously, making the Survivor scream with pain. The sigels the flew onto the Survivor molding into a glowing red mass, the mass soon took shape. First the mass was on all fours, creating itself a shape of what seemed to be a wolf, it then shifted and stood on its rear legs. The legs buffed up, became more human like, but retained their wolf like paws. The front legs soon lengthened, became more bulky as the muscle tissue expanded making the arms about the same length as his knees, the front paws expanded growing into what seemed like fingers but soon turned into claws. The chest expanded and became more broad to support the arms, the glowing mass of red soon changed the shape of its face, making it more sleek and proportional to the rest of his body. The red light soon faded showing the Wolf-Beast dropping to the ground with a slight whimper.
The next morning the Survivor awoke in pain as he squirmed about on the ground covered in scars that resembled the designs of the wolf that he drew earlier the day before, he was breathing heavily, he could hardly remember what happened that night, as he started to see blurs of images rushing through his head. He soon got up but fell to his knees holding his head as he screamed from the pain. His burns started to glow as he began to transform into the something different than he thought he would. He became enraged from his new appearance he quickly destroyed the barn with a howl, that seemed to be a shock-wave of amplified vibrations, the wood soon shattered like if it were like glass, then barn son crumbled around him as he looked at his hands. "Wha-what am I? What have I DONE!" he screamed in a fierce tone. The Survivor then ran into the forest and started to freak out slashing the trees, ripping the ground underneath him, he then thought to himself. "What is going on...the experiment...it went wrong...very very wrong.." Thats all he could think about was the experiment, and how it should've given him the powers of the beat while still being human. But he was wrong the experiment transformed into a terrible creature and not a protector that he wanted to become...he was enraged but felt hopeless at the same time. When we seemed to calm down, his appearance drastically changed as he reverted back into a human, a human with wolf design burns, ripped pants and a
stomach. All the Survivor could do was travel to the nearest town, the town of Albreicght, from there he tried to find shelter but found nothing. All he wanted to do was protect the ones he couldn't but now he was truly alone...
He soon rummaged in the trash and found something to eat, but it wasn't enough his instinct soon broke loose his eyes turned feral, and his body then transformed back into the Beast... He became a wanted creature, a notorious being that slaughtered a village just for a meal. He became renown and was hunted by many.
"My name was Cyrus Edreal, now that part of me is history. I still go by Cyrus when im human, but when im the beast, i have no name just that creature...i gues my journey is just begining."
Strength's:Cyrus: Dualweilding Swords, Close Combat, Physical Stature, Ability to use Personal Majicks
The Beast: Brute Strength, Incredible Speed, Ability to use low class Majicks.
Weakness's:Cyrus: Two Handed Weapons, Ranged Fighting, Magical Attacks
The Beast: Fire, Loud Noises, Horrible Stenches, Lucite
Age: 19
Race: Human/Lycan Hybrid
Physical Description:
Cyrus Edreal: Cyrus is about 6'1 and very fit, has a slendor build and physically toned. He had dark brown hair, and visibly no scars, until his experimant, he gained a Silvery tone to his hair, and now has scars in a design of the Wolven figures across his whole body. He often wears light studded leather armor, and carries 2 swords as he his very skilled in dual weaponship.
The Beast: Standing at about 7'1 The Beast, is a quick and strong being, he has a blue-grey tint to his fur, has yellow eyes, rather white teeth for being a beast of the night, Often has torn pants from his human form, often ranginf from blue to black in color. His physical stature is rather human like admist the broad shoulders and long forearms.
Personality: Cyrus is rather nice, and sympathetic. He is not one to turn to Violence, he would rather talk things over, but if needed he will fight. Cyrus is a kind of person that can be easily talked to, and approached.
The Beast on the other hand, retains only a slight bit of Cyrus's memory and feelings. As Cyrus hasn't completely learnt to control his other half.
History:
The stage has been set, this comes to be a telling of a poor man's tale, on how his judgment became the better of him and allowed himself to become a horrid creature. Now let this take us to the time of peril for this poor fellow as we see his actions that follow this night of dread.
"The day was December 22nd, 1563, it was supposed to be a day of great happiness, as we celebrated our village elders birthday. But no one else seemed to know that it was the day i became a man, by doing my own successful hunt. But it started out great, everyone was happy, the kids playing with each other, getting along. It was really great until...the night came...no one knew why this night it happened, it never seemed to happen before, but something was wrong that day, the Village Elder wasn't himself he was always looking left to right...he seemed a little on edge, but who knew that this would happen? Who knew that horrible monsters would raid our village...but the thing is..why? Why was it me who survived? Why wasn't I slaughtered like the rest of my family? Like the rest of the community? What I didn't get was why I was left alone...alone to suffer and grieve. Why was I left to wallow in the despair of my villages destruction? I suffered for 5 days before acting out of hatred, and revenge. All i could hear was everyones screams in my dreams, all i could see was the bodies being drug back into the forest all limp, all i could smell was the stench of death, there was nothing left for me to do...i was alone."
"I left, i packed my stuff, grabbed all my coins, and left...i had too i had to leave the place. But leaving at night was unsafe, i had to leave in the morning...so i waited till dawn to set off on my journey to, Jarhyek, a city nearby. What felt like weeks was only a mere three days. It took me four days to reach Jarhyek, as i arrived some of the civilians noticed who i was, as they often visited their family in my village. They came up to ask me how i was doing, i told them about the raid. Most of them were enraged and soon broke into tears. I couldn't stay there i had to leave, i couldn't handle the depression anymore i had to do something about it. So i went to the Library, and attempted to research old sacred arts. It seemed as if i was in that Library forever, mainly because i found a lot of ancient spells, and sorcery, that only the 'gifted' can use and control, it turns out that i was able to augment myself to enable me to use these skills and spells. So i decided that i would augment myself to become those creatures worst nightmare. At this point in time my mind was completely consumed by rage and revenge, all i could see was the death of the creatures, and the justice that my Village deserved."
The days went by as the Survivor went back to his Village, the Survivor soon found what he was looking for, the Survivor finally achieved a good amount of hair accumulated from the houses and fences of the village, his experiment was almost finished. "I finally achieved my goal, i was finally going to conduct revenge on these horrible creatures, all i needed was a Full Moon..." The Survivor got everything prepared, he mixed the hair in with his own blood, connected all the sigels drawn in the ground to a center circle where he would stand. The experiment was near success, all he did was finish up his preparations by drawing the signs of the Wolf all along his body with the mixture he has created from his own blood, and the hair from the creatures. The time was now, it was nightfall, the moon was already in sight. The Survivor said his incantation as the moons light illuminated the barn. "Vertuh Romac Tihlret Achdet...ACHRESIZONT!!" was all the Survivor said. The room violently erupted with a white light, while the sigels glowing a raging red lifted from the ground, the designs on the Survivors body began to burn furiously, making the Survivor scream with pain. The sigels the flew onto the Survivor molding into a glowing red mass, the mass soon took shape. First the mass was on all fours, creating itself a shape of what seemed to be a wolf, it then shifted and stood on its rear legs. The legs buffed up, became more human like, but retained their wolf like paws. The front legs soon lengthened, became more bulky as the muscle tissue expanded making the arms about the same length as his knees, the front paws expanded growing into what seemed like fingers but soon turned into claws. The chest expanded and became more broad to support the arms, the glowing mass of red soon changed the shape of its face, making it more sleek and proportional to the rest of his body. The red light soon faded showing the Wolf-Beast dropping to the ground with a slight whimper.
The next morning the Survivor awoke in pain as he squirmed about on the ground covered in scars that resembled the designs of the wolf that he drew earlier the day before, he was breathing heavily, he could hardly remember what happened that night, as he started to see blurs of images rushing through his head. He soon got up but fell to his knees holding his head as he screamed from the pain. His burns started to glow as he began to transform into the something different than he thought he would. He became enraged from his new appearance he quickly destroyed the barn with a howl, that seemed to be a shock-wave of amplified vibrations, the wood soon shattered like if it were like glass, then barn son crumbled around him as he looked at his hands. "Wha-what am I? What have I DONE!" he screamed in a fierce tone. The Survivor then ran into the forest and started to freak out slashing the trees, ripping the ground underneath him, he then thought to himself. "What is going on...the experiment...it went wrong...very very wrong.." Thats all he could think about was the experiment, and how it should've given him the powers of the beat while still being human. But he was wrong the experiment transformed into a terrible creature and not a protector that he wanted to become...he was enraged but felt hopeless at the same time. When we seemed to calm down, his appearance drastically changed as he reverted back into a human, a human with wolf design burns, ripped pants and a
stomach. All the Survivor could do was travel to the nearest town, the town of Albreicght, from there he tried to find shelter but found nothing. All he wanted to do was protect the ones he couldn't but now he was truly alone...He soon rummaged in the trash and found something to eat, but it wasn't enough his instinct soon broke loose his eyes turned feral, and his body then transformed back into the Beast... He became a wanted creature, a notorious being that slaughtered a village just for a meal. He became renown and was hunted by many.
"My name was Cyrus Edreal, now that part of me is history. I still go by Cyrus when im human, but when im the beast, i have no name just that creature...i gues my journey is just begining."
Strength's:Cyrus: Dualweilding Swords, Close Combat, Physical Stature, Ability to use Personal Majicks
The Beast: Brute Strength, Incredible Speed, Ability to use low class Majicks.
Weakness's:Cyrus: Two Handed Weapons, Ranged Fighting, Magical Attacks
The Beast: Fire, Loud Noises, Horrible Stenches, Lucite
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.