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Description

Cye is roughly six feet, four inches tall, with a light complexion, and blood red hair. His eyes are a stunning shade of silver, and seem to glow when he becomes enraged. He has one, single scar on his entire body; a thin crescent moon that had been carved over his left eye by the original werewolf, himself. Cye prefers to hide this scar with his hair. He has a muscular, yet lean physique that hides his true strength and age. He appears as any normal twenty-year-old human would, yet his eyes tell a story of a life long before written history began. He is often seen wearing simple dress clothes: a simple black button-down shirt, black dress pants, and polished boots. Every shirt or jacket he has have a silver crescent moon stitched into the collar.

Personality

Cye is a rather complex man. He has seen much in the time he has lived, and no longer wishes to see the tragedies of his kind, nor their brethren. He is a quiet man, speaking few words at a time to those he does bot believe worthy of his time, no, he prefers to act instead. Those who ask of his age will be ignored, for he doesn't quite know any more. Those who are unworthy who see his scar will die.

Equipment

Cye has but one such item on him at all times. The celestial silver long knife named Fang. It is a prized treasure of his, gifted to him by the remaining originals upon his thousandth birthday. It is a long, silver knife shaped like a wolf's fang, having only a simple, vertical ring shaped guard.

History

Several thousand years ago, Cye was born to a relatively wealthy family. Unlike what human history may say, they lived peacefully, and had a fully developed and thriving society. Not only that, but human kind once had a rather gifted family of healers among them. The Kione family. There was no ailment that was said to exist that they could not cure. Yet, these things were all destroyed upon the appearance of one of the two original blights to human kind. It was during Cye's nineteenth year that the original werewolf began his rampage. He ran rampant, unchallenged by the peaceful people of his land, killing all in his path. Yet, he did not kill Cye. No, he simply carved the mark over his left eye, then left him there alone, bleeding out slowly among the wreckage that had once been his family home, the other members of his family already slain. Cye awoke days later, gasping and sweating, barely believing that he was still alive. His clothes lay in tatters around him, and the mark on his eye had already closed into the scar that is still visible to this day, the only wound that never healed. He had been given a second chance at life by the monster that had once been like him.. Yes, a second chance to exist on a higher plain than the cattle known as humans. He was now a lycan, a werewolf, and the fifth in the line of originals that would rule their kind until the day they fell. The rest of the years, the decades, the centuries, the millenia.. They all seemed to pass by so quickly. Only few moments, mere counts of years or decades, seemed to stand out among the tragedies and failures he had lived to see. He stands now, the last of the original twenty. The last of the pure werewolves. Now all he sees are the vermin that surround him, pretending to be like him. So few deserving his respect, or even the right to live.

Cye Kione's Story