He heaved a long sigh, waiting for everyone else to finish talking.
The Basics
Full Name:
Cyan James Kress
Nicknames:
Cy | Jem | The Mute
Gender:
Male.
Age:
17.
Ethnicity/Race:
White/Caucasian.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
Prior Occupation:
Student.
Current Occupation:
Scavenger.
What's on the Outside
Hair Color:
Very Dark Brown.
Eye Color:
Blue-Green.
Height:
5 Feet, 10 Inches (5'10")
Weight:
145 Pounds.
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
None.
Scars:
He has a rather large, thick scar under his Adam's Apple, reaching to the sides of his neck from a surgery he had when he was in his freshman year of high school.
Character Color: #009980
Description: Cyan is a rather average individual, with a height of 5'10" and weighing 145 pounds. He is in no way muscular, since 'active' is not really a word that would describe him, but having long limbs and a skinny physique, and his bones in his joints almost protruding. His hair, a mop of unruly brown waves, always seems messy and out of place to his annoyance, no matter how many times he tries to smooth it down. The color of his eyes is from where his name comes from, though they appear purely blue in most lights and rarely his namesake. Even in the hottest of weather, Cyan will not remove his hoodie, now worn and dirtied, since he is rather embarrassed about how skinny and pale he can come across, looking almost sickly to a certain degree. A normal stance for him would be with his hands in his jean pockets and his shoulders stiff, giving off an awkward aura that matches oddly well with his tall-thin body type.
Very Dark Brown.
Eye Color:
Blue-Green.
Height:
5 Feet, 10 Inches (5'10")
Weight:
145 Pounds.
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
None.
Scars:
He has a rather large, thick scar under his Adam's Apple, reaching to the sides of his neck from a surgery he had when he was in his freshman year of high school.
Character Color: #009980
Description: Cyan is a rather average individual, with a height of 5'10" and weighing 145 pounds. He is in no way muscular, since 'active' is not really a word that would describe him, but having long limbs and a skinny physique, and his bones in his joints almost protruding. His hair, a mop of unruly brown waves, always seems messy and out of place to his annoyance, no matter how many times he tries to smooth it down. The color of his eyes is from where his name comes from, though they appear purely blue in most lights and rarely his namesake. Even in the hottest of weather, Cyan will not remove his hoodie, now worn and dirtied, since he is rather embarrassed about how skinny and pale he can come across, looking almost sickly to a certain degree. A normal stance for him would be with his hands in his jean pockets and his shoulders stiff, giving off an awkward aura that matches oddly well with his tall-thin body type.
What's on the Inside
Personality:
{Calm, Quiet, Handy, Pacifist, Weak}
Confrontation is not his middle name. Fighting? He wants to be nowhere near it, doesn't want to see it, and certainly doesn't want to get caught up in it. Cyan is in no shape or form close to being athletic, or even active, being one of those kids who spend their Friday nights held up in their room playing League Of Legends and reading comic books. He tires quickly, is slow at running, and has the wielding force of a twelve year old girl. As you can tell, Gym Class was his ultimate downfall, and he often wiggled his way out of it by hiding in the locker room after attendance. However, because of these reasons, he is a fairly good scavenger, moving quietly at a slow pace to pick at the surroundings, not rousing many zombies in his wake with careful footsteps. Though, he is unfortunately extremely clumsy when rushed, often dropping things, bumping into anything within a mile radius, and generally making a loud racket. Cyan is someone who has to work at his own pace, or nothing will get done.
Cyan prefers the quiet, liking to be left alone most of the time. This is not so much because he enjoys it, but more because he feels that his personality type clashes with the other of the more outgoing ones within the group. Though, he does pride himself on being more of a peacemaker, since he does not weigh heavily on his own opinions and is very open to someone else taking lead or making corrections. Cyan can be thought of as a very weak link in the group. His communication skills are nonexistent, for very obvious reasons, and he will opt out of any confrontation that may come his way. However, he is very good with his hands, a true Mr. Fix It, as long as the fixing doesn't involve excessive effort or heavy lifting.
Hobbies:
Photography | Video Games | Reading | Harassing His Sister's Many Boyfriends
Habits:
Scratching at the scar on his throat, sometimes to the point where it starts to bleed. | Avoiding eye contact during conversation (More like when people are talking to him.) | Chewing on random small items he might have in his hands. | Keeping his head down to help hide his scar. (A habit from his school days so people wouldn't ask him about it.)
Oddities:
Mute | His scar causes him some discomfort at times, making it harder for him to swallow or even breathe. | He flinches away from loud noises or yelling.
{Calm, Quiet, Handy, Pacifist, Weak}
Confrontation is not his middle name. Fighting? He wants to be nowhere near it, doesn't want to see it, and certainly doesn't want to get caught up in it. Cyan is in no shape or form close to being athletic, or even active, being one of those kids who spend their Friday nights held up in their room playing League Of Legends and reading comic books. He tires quickly, is slow at running, and has the wielding force of a twelve year old girl. As you can tell, Gym Class was his ultimate downfall, and he often wiggled his way out of it by hiding in the locker room after attendance. However, because of these reasons, he is a fairly good scavenger, moving quietly at a slow pace to pick at the surroundings, not rousing many zombies in his wake with careful footsteps. Though, he is unfortunately extremely clumsy when rushed, often dropping things, bumping into anything within a mile radius, and generally making a loud racket. Cyan is someone who has to work at his own pace, or nothing will get done.
Cyan prefers the quiet, liking to be left alone most of the time. This is not so much because he enjoys it, but more because he feels that his personality type clashes with the other of the more outgoing ones within the group. Though, he does pride himself on being more of a peacemaker, since he does not weigh heavily on his own opinions and is very open to someone else taking lead or making corrections. Cyan can be thought of as a very weak link in the group. His communication skills are nonexistent, for very obvious reasons, and he will opt out of any confrontation that may come his way. However, he is very good with his hands, a true Mr. Fix It, as long as the fixing doesn't involve excessive effort or heavy lifting.
Hobbies:
Photography | Video Games | Reading | Harassing His Sister's Many Boyfriends
Habits:
Scratching at the scar on his throat, sometimes to the point where it starts to bleed. | Avoiding eye contact during conversation (More like when people are talking to him.) | Chewing on random small items he might have in his hands. | Keeping his head down to help hide his scar. (A habit from his school days so people wouldn't ask him about it.)
Oddities:
Mute | His scar causes him some discomfort at times, making it harder for him to swallow or even breathe. | He flinches away from loud noises or yelling.
- Sweets.
- Children.
- The Internet.
- Comic Books.
- Family.
- Warm Weather.
- Soft Things.
- Video Games.
- Listening to Others Talk.
- Books/Art/Theatrics
- Loud Noises.
- Rude/Nosy/Stubborn People.
- Sour Things.
- Blood.
- Violence.
- Arguing.
- Weaponry.
- The Cold.
- Misunderstandings.
- Being Anxious.
What Makes Us Special
Strengths and Weaknesses
Character Skills/Talents:
Character Skills/Talents:
- Peacemaker/Comforting.
- Excellent Hearing.
- Good With Repairing.
- Hardworking.
- Following Others.
- Clumsy.
- Unable to Speak/Sometimes Causes Misunderstandings.
- Refuses Confrontation.
- Generally Unable to Do Any Labor-Intensive Work.
Secrets:
He is prone to Panic Attacks, but can hide them fairly well. | He thinks its pretty cool, the whole apocalyptic thing. It's just like in the video games! But just doesn't like that its happening to him personally. | He has his little sister's teddy bear tucked into the bottom of his backpack.
Fears/Phobias:
Acousticophobia- Fear of loud noises. | Algophobia- Fear of pain. | Necrophobia- Fear of death.
What's Done Is Done
Biography
Place Of Origin: Georgia, USA.
Birth Date: October 5th.
History:
Cyan lived a very normal life, he would like to think. He got average grades, had a small group of friends, and had a serious addiction to raising havoc on his sister's many boyfriends. You know, just regular old normal stuff. A small town in Georgia was where most of his youth resided, one of those places where everyone knows everyone else, and you can't do jack without someone blabbing it to your parents. It was quiet there, a real Halmark Moment kind of place.
Later on, his mother, who had been raising both her children on her own, obtained a job up in New York that paid very well. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, they packed up and headed up there for a new life. Things fell back into their flow, the kids when to school and their mother worked to support them all. All peachy-keen until Cyan started to develop pain within this throat during his freshman year of high school. At first it wasn't really thought of as a big deal, these kind of things tend to be brushed off with a couple of Tylenol and a short nap, so nothing was done. That is, until the pain became crippling, and Cyan had begun to have trouble speaking or swallowing. Seeking medical attention, Cyan was told that he had a rare tissue-eating disease that was currently feasting upon his vocal cords and inner throat. It was most likely caused by a kind of bacteria that had made its way into his blood from an open wound, but was just now appearing.
Surgery was ensued quickly, since this disease was breaking holes in his internally, causing some internal bleeding. Cyan was patched up, everything fixed, leaving only a long scar on his lower throat. But, his vocal cords had been ruined, and if he didn't want to go around sounding like a cyborg for the rest of his life, he was to be categorized as a mute. Any attempt at talking causes him extreme pain and no sound will be produced.
After such, Cyan started to shut himself away from the world. In his mind, not being able to speak was the same as becoming a completely different person. He began to spend most of his time in his room after that, moving all his life to video games and the internet, since that was much easier than dealing with real people. People assumed, that since he wasn't speaking to them, that he disliked them and was being rude to them. At such a young age, Cyan became rather depressed, not bothering to interact with people at all. It was from the internet when he first started hearing all the rumors and jokes of what the government was cooking up in their basements late at night. Of course there was jokes and memes, and these became the new trend of Tumblr around that time.
Of course, Cyan enjoyed these as much as everyone else, not one to miss a trend that was spreading fast. Everything was so funny, until weird stuff started to happen. The news announcing a strange string of flu that was proving itself fatal, a neighbor coming down with it, passing away, but then later mauling his own wife to death. Things went total shit in a matter of days. As soon a corpses started getting up and walking around, Cyan was on par. He's seen the movies, and he was certainly not going to be that one guy who died in the intro credits. He grabbed his sister, packed both of them a bag, and was dragging her out of the house to the nearest bus station as she called him every name in the book that was even close to 'Crazy'.
There mother had been out that day, gone a business trip to who knows where, leaving Cyan to take care to Winter, his younger sister. And, by god, he was not going to face that wrath of telling his own mother that Winter had become Premium Zomb-Chow. That was a conversation he would not walk away from unscathed. The bus' loop only ran as far as the outer parts of the packed cities, though there wasn't as many buildings and the population was less dense.
The days after that were strange and a blur. It seemed like everyone was falling dead around them, and they had nothing more than a swiped metal bat that he had 'borrowed' from someone's lawn. Somewhere along the way, Winter disappeared. Cyan searched all day for her, and later, he wished he hadn't. She had turned, been bitten when he wasn't looking and barreled right toward him with animal-like movements. He had almost been bitten, but somehow luck had been in his favor, and a well place blow to her head with his bat rendered her dead. Or... More dead.
He had killed his own sister, his baby sister...
Racked with grief as he stared down at the corpse, he was stumbled upon by a scavenger. They were from a small group, telling him that they would welcome him if he had nowhere else to go. He agreed after some resistance, only taking enough time to carefully pull the backpack off his sister's back and put it on his back.
Family Tree
Mother | Anna Kress | 37 | Whereabouts Unknown
Sister | Winter Kress | 16 | Deceased
Happiest Memory: Once, when his sister was fourteen, she had brought home a boy who didn't seem like he was interested in anything other than getting into her pants. So Cyan, being the great big brother he was, decided to harass the boy. It had been mid-winter and had been snowing for days at the time, and so Cyan filled a bucket full of ice water and positioned himself up on the roof above the front doorway. When said boy exited the house, Cyan proceeded in unceremoniously dumping the entire contents of the bucket of icy water on the kid's head. Long story short, that boy never did talk to Cyan's sister again, she didn't speak to Cyan for a month, and Cyan laid on the roof laughing for two hours straight at the look of utter horror that had been on that punk's face.
Saddest Memory: Cyan had become really depressed when he first had been told he would never speak properly again. He had been one of those people who loved to laugh and shout, telling loud jokes and yelling hellos to his friends. In his mind, being mute meant the end of who he was, his whole personality taking a 360 degree turn and becoming very within himself. He rarely interacted with anyone after that, his sister being the only one he truly liked being in the presence of. During these times, he would often sit on her bed, listening to her blather on to her friends over the phone about whatever teenage girls talked about and messing around with her favorite teddy bear to cure boredom.
