Height: Six foot, one inch.

Weight:
142lbs.

Build:
Lean.

Hair Color:
Blue.

Eye Color:
Red.

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
Both ears are, quite obviously pierced. They each house one of his great-great-great grandfather's earrings. Supposedly talismans of good luck, Cron just thinks they make him look cool. No. Seriously. That's it. Otherwise he's surprisingly straight edge. Also has one scar, it's dead-center on his left eyebrow. Other than that his lower stomach, hands, feet, and even lips to a small extent are covered in fading burn marks.

Description:
Handsome, daring, dashing, and just a touch rugged! Who's dream am I not, hmm?"
Tall, thin, and overly dressed in clothing that went out of style about two-hundred years ago(Including wooden sandals), Cron would stand out in a crowd even if it wasn't for his strangely dyed Deep-sea blue hair. Which of course has annoyed his family for years. He thinks it draw more attention to his blaze-red eyes though. Right. Totally not to annoy mommy and daddy. If you really want to annoy him though, mention the time he painted his nales.

Preferred Clothing:
Traditional Vulus. There was a time, thousands of years ago that the Vulus family was the chief priest family for the Church of the Radiant Dawn. As such the clan has kept their priestly vestments around as best they can. Vulus' are only required to wear them during birthdays and other clan-centric holidays and burials though. He's just. Weird like that.



Equipment:
His families ornate wooden staff, and a handy haversack, filled with sake, tobacco, his pj's, a sewing kit, a spare kimono, and his Sunday finest. Other than that, he keeps his silk-lined sleeping bag with him. What. You've never seen a silk lined sleeping bag before?

Skills/Mancer Abilities:
BREATH OF THE DRAGON: While many pyromancers focus on conjuring flame from within, Cron specializes in igniting existing things. Including, if not especially, air. Almost all of his abilities come from within. Literally. Fireballs, gouts, whips, and even small tornadoes all come from his breath. Except lighting his pipe. cigarettes. That's done traditionally.

Sarphy's Fists: When forced into pure melee combat the air around his fists will ignite, adding murderous heat to his punches and engulfing a target if they make contact.

Burn It Away: Fireflies. Made of quite literal fire. Pour out of his mouth. They will seek out any and ALL life in the vicinity that isn't their conjurer and land on them. Whatever's unfortunate enough to have on alight upon them will, instantly, burst into a pillar of fire.

Path Of Ruin: It's a simple enough tactic, but. Cron ignites the air disbursed with each step, leaving a trail of fire.

Sewing.
Herbalism.
Gambling skills.

Strengths:
Both incredibly physically hardy and mentally stable, it takes a bit to shake him. He also has exceedingly good life skills, and fashion sense.
His control over his fire is natural. His nature syncs up well with the very nature of the element. Giving them a "bond" if you will.

Weaknesses:
Addiction. Sloth. Inability to lead or truly decide what's best in a crisis for himself. Unable to focus for long.




Oddities:
He's always wished he had a reason to wear an eye patch.

Likes:
Blowing smoke rings.
Zephyr.
Caelfalls only gambling house.
Malestrom Clan's famous, secret herbs and spices Sake.
Six-hundred thread count sheets.
Silk kimonos.

Dislikes:
Burlap.
High-pitched voices.
Anyone trying to wake him up before midday.
Ale.
Disappointing anybody he cares about.

Hobbies:
Drinking.
Smoking.
Gambling.
Sewing.
Pretending to train.
Pretending to hit on women.
Pretending he's well adjusted.

Phobia(s):
Spiders. And Toffee. Yeah, it's weird.

Sexuality:
Homosexual.

Personality:
Free spirit. Wild man. Loose cannon. Whatever cute way you want to phrase it, believe me. It falls short of Cron. He's incredibly reliable in terms of not doing anything productive, helpful, asked of him, demanded of him, order to, or even threatened to. That said, there's almost nothing he wouldn't do for a friend without asking. The problem lies somewhere dead center in his very being. He simply can't..Make most choices. Obey, disobey, hurt, enjoy. It usually just doesn't register with him. Unless it comes to helping nice people. He's one giant bleeding heart.

However, he's always followed leads. Mostly Zephyr's, sometimes others. It doesn't always lead him to good places.

Not to say he's devoid of a personality, mind you. He's got an astonishingly addictive nature, and seems to actively seek out anything and everything with the potential to take a hold of him. Maybe the nagging, gnawing physical and psychological needs they instill give him a sense of direction. Maybe he's actually a master escapist. Maybe he's unhappy. No matter the case, if you ask him, even he won't know. What he does know is there's an unburied, undying, ever burning need to be consumed by something. Anything. Sake, tobacco, gambling debt, sewing. If it can occupy his hands, mind, wallet, and isn't physically taxing, he's in.

Oh yeah, that's another hugely important thing. Effort is bad. He's immensely naturally talented in both his manara arts, and his mundane crafts. Both of which are quite possibly the root of his inability to apply himself. If it takes effort or work, it's not worth the energy to him.

Don't be fooled, though. Cron cares deeply for those he considers friends, and has a very low standard for qualifying people as such. There are problem some people in Caelfall that don't even know him, yet he thinks of as friends and would go far out of his way for. It's just hard to show it when you're hungover.





Family Status:
Kalek Vulus: Patriarch. Distinguished. Elegant. Disinterested. A pillar of the community and a Council member heading up all archiving and historical records he's a very. Brisk man. To the outside world his dead gaze is authority incarnate, and the deep boom of his voice would haunt the staunchest solider's nightmares. He's actually someone understanding, and even compassionate to his family. He tries to understand Cron's....Nature, but there's a massive tension between the two. As the last male of the main Vulus line, if Cron doesn't wed, and have children, the family dies with him.

Anara Vulus: Cron's mother. Sweet, welcoming, beautiful, and seemingly happy. Most of the town knows her as a sort of mother figure. She runs the Dawn Kiln bakery, of all things. She's always giving out as much product(Cookies, cakes, fresh breads, even bread-puddings) as she sells. Though she does seem to shower Zephyr with pastry goodness more than anyone else. Much to Kalek's unending migraines. She accepts Cron for who he is, and understands why he needs his space. Though in truth, his choice to live with his "Oba" wounds her deeply.

Enella & Casla: Cron's twin elder sisters. They're both..Well. He would describe them in not-so-pleasant ways despite the good relationship they have. They're very alike. Dutiful, punctual, respectful, disciplined. They both work as town guards.

Galia "Granny" Maelstrom: Cron's Oba. Sort of. Jokingly adopted by her mostly due to the fact he could single-handedly fund her gambling house with his vices. She's probably the one person that could order him around effectively, though she doesn't. They both seem to have a strange respect for each other. She's even the one who taught him how to sew, and has by far been the most accepting about who he is. Though at times his massive tab can bring up snags in their relationship..

Personal History:
He's lived with his "Oba" since he turned seventeen, and was briefly kicked out of his home for being gay. His father apologized within the week but it was too late for Cron. They'd always had a strained relationship due to how lazy, unmotivated, and recently prone to vices he was. He sort of came out of his shell a bit at this point. Partly because he feel deeply into liquor and cigarettes, but also because of Granny. She knew what to do to make him into..Someone.

This was the good period for Cron. This was when he began to work for Granny to earn his keep, which helped him socialize and come to to terms with himself. He did plenty of cleaning, learned how to sew, served tables and generally made friends with anyone who came to the Lucky Spoon. He even tried to cook but...Granny gave up on that after the forth sick costumer. Surprisingly enough the distance between him and his father even seemed to be taking some of the strain off their relationship. Though it was brief as the old man decided to pull some strings to have his son assigned to someone he felt could cure his lazy streak.

Antoine.

Cron and his teacher never got along, but he did open up the path for him become friends with Pyrrha, and by extension Cassie. He took the latter's loss pretty roughly, though he never showed that to anyone but Granny. Who by now was practically family. He felt it wouldn't be right for him to go around all broken up about her when Pyrrha was her close friend, not him. Besides, Pyrrha needed somebody who was willing to look at her, and smile instead of wish condolences or fall uncomfortably silent. Whether she knew it or not. This birthed the brief period where he applied himself, too.

He was older than his fellow students, and only still a part of Guardian Training because of how lazy he was, and how often he found ways out. For awhile he tried, and was able to graduate pretty quickly, since his skill did surpass even what was expected of someone his age.

Since then he's been coasting though, to his father's misery. Doing what he does best. Working for Granny, trying to cheer up Pyrrha, and following Zephyr around like a lost puppy.