Post by Cyrus on Apr 22, 2018 19:25:41 GMT
Cyrus Shipman
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General
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: June 8th
Stats
Class: Blade KnightBoon: Skill
Level: 1
HP: 19
STR: 7
MAG: 0
SKL: 6
SPD: 4
DEF: 9 +2 (11)
RES: 1
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Swords E
Skills: Defense +2: +2 Defense
Bane: Magic
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6ft 4
Weight: 230
Clothing: Donning heavy armor he is covered head to toe in it. It is not fanciful as he is not a general or considered a great, in fact it could almost be considered blocky with how little care was given to its construction. It is made from dark metal, nearly black. In his off hours he dresses in plain clothes with an ordinary tunic and brown trousers tucked into brown buckled boots.
About
Profession: Knight
Alliance: Nohr
Hometown: Howler's Bay
Likes: Poetry and art, Tournaments, Refined Women
Dislikes: Noisy People, Long Marches, Fighting Mages
Personality: Cyrus is a large man and he knows it. He isn't the type to flaunt it, nor is he the type to feel self-conscious about it, he is simply comfortable with who he is. He is a diligent warrior and student in all he does. Many would describe him as earnest to a fault and the least capable spy in the world. He has a philosophy of never lying as only the truth can bring light to the dark, and yes, this has caused as many problems for him and others as it has saved them from. When speaking with people he tends to use plain language so there can be no misunderstandings but his education is deceptively greater and the scope of his linguistics is vast which he puts on full display with his poetry. Due to his looks none would suspect it of him, and his own omission of mentioning it doesn't help any.
In combat he is an eager fighter ready to let his enemies break themselves against him. For this eagerness though he tends to be thought of as a madman by friends and foes alike. He is not one to back down from a challenge no matter how outmatched he might be. It is a 'Rare and exciting opportunity to face someone that so drastically outclasses me.' His scars are many thanks to this opinion, but his face and back have both been sparred of blemishes.
Biography: Cyrus was raised in the port town of Howler's Bay. His father was a shipwright and his mother managed the house. For the majority of his youth he helped his father and grew strong with the hard work. When he was 14 his life would take a change when soldiers were docked in the harbor on their way to somewhere he never did find out. After a long day of work at the docks his father and him went to the tavern to celebrate the completion of a new ship.
When the two entered they were greeted by the barkeep as usual and took notice of a large group of soldiers that were there to drink as well. Keeping to themselves they talked at length about what their next plans would be until a young soldier overheard mention of their ships and began to talk loudly about how the ships in the harbor looked like they would sink and that the shipwrights should be looked into to make certain they were not Hoshidan saboteurs. They ignored the soldier for a while until the barmaid ended up getting harassed by the soldier next.
The solder insisted that she was ripping them off with pisswater in lieu of actual drinks and stealing from them all the while. Once the soldier began to get physical with the woman further insisting she should remove her clothing to prove to everyone without a shadow of a doubt she was innocent Cyrus's ire boiled over and he saw red. Before his father could even say a word to him he leapt from his seat and knocked the soldier across the jaw, flooring him. The barmaid had a chance to get away as the two other soldiers with him came to their friend's defense.
The barfight was not long but it was brutal. Cyrus managed to get several hard hits against the three in before two of them restrained him and the original harasser took the opportunity to unload freely. In his confidence he leaned in closer to Cyrus in order to gloat but received a headbutt strong enough to leave the both of them bleeding. The soldier enraged reached for his blade and was stopped by a knight named Ansel who went on to chide the soldier and praise Cyrus for his courage.
The knight had watched the entire affair unfold and revealed that the soldier in question was his former squire. At that very moment he renounced his pupil's position due to the great disgrace he was to the name of all knights. He apologized to Cyrus, the barmaid, and even Cyrus's father on their behalf before escorting the three squires away.
Nearly six months later the same soldiers and knights returned and Ansel paid them a visit with an offer to take Cyrus under his wing as his new squire. He acknowledged he would be at a disadvantage to others that started training younger and it would not be easy but he saw the potential of a great knight in the boy. He gave them a week to consider but Cyrus only needed that very moment to know what he wanted. His parents on the other hand needed the full week to convince.
And so he became the squire of not just the knight, but of General Ansel. Considered a great honor he became an object of envy among his new peers. He did not let any of this dissuade him and trained diligently to harden both his mind and body. Due to his size and strength he found many of his early sparring matches won with ease as he overpowered his opponents. This set him up as a squire to watch by some but to those with a trained eye, they quickly wrote him off.
In time his peers all began to outmatch him one after another. His overwhelming strength amounted to less and less as he realized he would need become more skilled. He went to General Ansel then and requested further training even in the off hours, to which he was turned down. Distraught at the idea he would fall behind completely he began to seek out a teacher elsewhere. He found this in the form of a mercenary. He never did get her name but when asked she jumped at the chance to see her skills incorporated by a knight.
He trained both days and nights under the tutelage of two masters, The General Ansel and the Hero who gave him no name, only sleeping at the odd hours he could afford. He was haggard for much of this training until his body grew accustomed to the absurd hours and stress. At first his fighting began to seem unorthodox and clumsy, but as he mastered both styles as best he could he began to rise again.
Five years of training later he was officially made a knight at the age of nineteen. Over the next four years he would serve earning small fame for himself and reputation of a madman in battle. Anytime there was leave he would return home to help on the ships and spend time with family and his old friends from home. With the war against Hoshido raging on he feels it was only a matter of time and hopes to face strong opponents.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: None
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