22 || Homosexual || Half human Half daemon
Shyc stands at a height of five feet eight inches, his body is lithe and muscled from daily work. Brown hair covers his forehead, often getting into his bright green eyes that have a wild light in them at all times. He wears simple clothing, nothing to extravagant. A simple white shirt that's often opened in the front with a black vest over the shirt that he only does up the last few buttons on. He wears black gloves that cover all but his first two fingers on each hand, the heavy leather is warm and gives him a good grip for when he's lifting things or using his weapons. Black pants are tucked into shin high boots that are a deep rusty red in color that are worn out from overuse. His pale skin is unmarked except for three large scars on his back. When Shyc turns into his daemon half, his cheery demeanor changes to a darker, almost insane and sadistic feel. His normally bright green eyes will take on a very dark green almost black. In addition to his eye color growing dark, almost pitch black, Shyc's normally white straight teeth take on four elongated sharpened fangs, two on either side of his eye teeth.
Shyc has a variety of weapons and equipment. He carries two short swords and two long knives. Several knives are located on his person, one in each boot to start. The two swords on his left hip while the long knives are located on his lower back. Inside his vest are his prized possessions: his lock picks. All of which are kept together on a small ring inside the pocket. He has a large assortment of lock picks and he prizes himself in the fact that no lock has ever kept him out.
• Shyc is a great hand to hand fighter.
• He's very quick on his feet and can often throw his enemies off with his speed.
• He's also very good at ranged fighting because of his smaller knives that he can throw with great accuracy.
• His lock picking skills are second to none. Nothing is ever locked for him.
• When his daemon side takes over, his entire demeanor changes and he becomes very dangerous, a real problem with any enemy he'll be up against...
• In his daemon mode, Shyc can wield different sorts of magic. His two favorites are the use of silver fire that'll engulf his arms and whatever weapons he's holding, and to turn invisible for a short amount of time.
• When his daemon side takes over it's hard to get him to return to normal.
• His daemon form isn't particularly nice to deal with as it completely changes him. He's very dangerous and often cold to the people around him. In this form, he enjoys killing.
• He's weak to magic when not in his daemon form.
Shyc is highly energetic always moving and never staying still. He enjoys the company of his companions and treasures them all, despite his being a smart ass with most of them almost all the time. He's very witty and enjoys picking on his fellow mercenaries if only to have a good laugh. He can be very comical, especially when taken by surprise by someone. It would seem that he never takes anything seriously, though that would be very wrong. You only have to push the right buttons to get him to be serious. That tends to be anything to do with his small group that he's deemed as his family. Shyc's got quite the temper especially when it comes to his friends and he'll show it easily if provoked.
He's the thief of the group, though he likes to call it 'acquiring' and not stealing. Shyc has a weakness for anything shiny and interesting (interesting to him may be 'junk' to the others). Most times it's hard to keep him on track especially if they're in town and shopping for supplies. Because of his insane amount of energy it's often like trying to keep a young kid in line when in a candy store. Shyc enjoys running around and looking at random things, most times those things may slip into his pocket for him to show to the others later when they've left the market. It wouldn't be surprising for him to be blamed for the group ending up with random trinkets and other things (which most times it is his fault).
The thief enjoys talking, mostly to tell stories of the groups adventures since he'd joined up with them during the night hours and they're all sitting by the fire. Most of those stories are elaborated and he likes to tease the others during such times as well. During the story telling, he likes to portray himself as the sole hero if their group had been in a sticky situation even though it probably wasn't true. He also likes helping others, and is a good listener when he needs to be. Just like any other male though, if presented with a problem, he'll do whatever he can to fix it even if there is no clear 'fix' to the problem. For all of his joking and teasing, though, Shyc wouldn't have his life any other way. To have all that he's worked for taken away from him is a deep fear that he keeps to himself. That fear is driven by his daemon side.
Shyc hates his daemon side, and for good reasons too. He's afraid that one day he won't ever be able to be freed of it's hold should it take over again. He dislikes the feeling it leaves after he's come back to his senses and will often keep to himself for a day or so after such an incident. Shyc fears that should it take over, it'll kill everything that he holds dear to him. He's not entirely sure what provokes the change, though he knows that an excess of anger will usually do it, but there have been times when it wasn't just anger that had him changing into his daemon form. He does his best to keep his anger to a minimum though that can be hard when he's faced with certain events.
His daemon side is very cruel and sadistic. He enjoys killing during those times and it takes quite a bit to calm him. Shyc doesn't even know how it's done to bring him back to his normal self. Even so, the daemon half is very strong and can be a good advantage for the group should they be faced with a very powerful enemy. The only thing would be convincing Shyc to allow it to be used, which he most likely would not allow.
He's the thief of the group, though he likes to call it 'acquiring' and not stealing. Shyc has a weakness for anything shiny and interesting (interesting to him may be 'junk' to the others). Most times it's hard to keep him on track especially if they're in town and shopping for supplies. Because of his insane amount of energy it's often like trying to keep a young kid in line when in a candy store. Shyc enjoys running around and looking at random things, most times those things may slip into his pocket for him to show to the others later when they've left the market. It wouldn't be surprising for him to be blamed for the group ending up with random trinkets and other things (which most times it is his fault).
The thief enjoys talking, mostly to tell stories of the groups adventures since he'd joined up with them during the night hours and they're all sitting by the fire. Most of those stories are elaborated and he likes to tease the others during such times as well. During the story telling, he likes to portray himself as the sole hero if their group had been in a sticky situation even though it probably wasn't true. He also likes helping others, and is a good listener when he needs to be. Just like any other male though, if presented with a problem, he'll do whatever he can to fix it even if there is no clear 'fix' to the problem. For all of his joking and teasing, though, Shyc wouldn't have his life any other way. To have all that he's worked for taken away from him is a deep fear that he keeps to himself. That fear is driven by his daemon side.
Shyc hates his daemon side, and for good reasons too. He's afraid that one day he won't ever be able to be freed of it's hold should it take over again. He dislikes the feeling it leaves after he's come back to his senses and will often keep to himself for a day or so after such an incident. Shyc fears that should it take over, it'll kill everything that he holds dear to him. He's not entirely sure what provokes the change, though he knows that an excess of anger will usually do it, but there have been times when it wasn't just anger that had him changing into his daemon form. He does his best to keep his anger to a minimum though that can be hard when he's faced with certain events.
His daemon side is very cruel and sadistic. He enjoys killing during those times and it takes quite a bit to calm him. Shyc doesn't even know how it's done to bring him back to his normal self. Even so, the daemon half is very strong and can be a good advantage for the group should they be faced with a very powerful enemy. The only thing would be convincing Shyc to allow it to be used, which he most likely would not allow.
Shyc's past is very dark, one of which that he doesn't like talking about and one that he hardly remembers himself. His mother was human, that much he remembers. His father was a daemon, a very powerful and dark creature from the underworld. Shyc's father had wooed his mother, had her fall in love with him and then took her for his own. Of course the daemon didn't love his mother in return, he had wanted a toy and that was all. The creature of darkness left his mother as soon as she was pregnant, never to return again. Shyc's mother, having been love struck through underhanded tricks and dark magic, was devastated as his leaving and never knew the real reasons. When Shyc was born, he was born looking human, but with the power and burning blood lust of a daemon. Being so young, Shyc couldn't control the darker side of him and he was soon exposed to the small village when he'd gotten into an angry fight with one of the other local boys. He was shunned as a 'demon' in the village afterwards. He and his mother were driven out of the village under death threats -a few almost taking place- and relocated to another place where he hid his heritage. Shyc's mother helped him to control the dark power that he'd gotten from his daemon father, and he was able to keep it under lock and key for the most part. There in the new town, he made many friends and was finally happy along with his mother.
However, his happiness and the friends he'd gained didn't last very long. When he turned eighteen, the lord of the Kingdom he lived in had begun taxing the city under his control and started drafting the youths for his army as he was preparing to go to war with a neighboring Kingdom. When the soldiers came into the town, Shyc was afraid as he watched them destroy the homes and merchant stalls where the people where trying to make a living. Several of his friends were dragged into the street to be recruited into the army. Screams filled the air and there was so much shouting that Shyc felt he'd never hear anything other than that. He hid by his home, ducked down behind boxes and crates in fear of what would happen next.
It wasn't until the soldiers began beating some of the boys they'd dragged out to be drafted, that Shyc reached for the closest thing and rushed at them, angry beyond anything. He swung the wooden pole at the first soldier who cut it cleanly with their sword and lunged at him. Dragged into the small group, he suffered the same treatment as his friends and other young men. His back was torn open by a sword, the gashes deep across his smooth skin. Shyc could feel the darkness welling up inside of him and he curled up into a ball to try to keep it at bay. Even though he wanted so much to fight back against the soldiers, he didn't want to lose himself to the daemon and do something he would regret. However, when his mother came rushing out for him, he felt a stirring in his chest. As she neared the group, shouting and yelling as she tried to get to Shyc, a soldier turned and hit her with the handle of his sword, sending her tumbling to the ground. Shyc's body trembled with the sight and at that point he lost himself to darkness.
Shyc returned to his senses somehow and was surrounded by a burning town littered with bodies. It was dark, the pitch black billowing clouds of smoke covered the sun that was starting to sink in the distance, giving the scene an eerie reddened glow. He was covered in blood head to foot and shaking terribly. The feeling that filled him made him sick and he ran. Shyc had lost everything, his friends and his mother, all to the daemon inside of him which continues to haunt him. Shyc ran until he couldn't go anymore. He was sick that entire night and into the early hours of the next morning. Finally, weak and delirious, Shyc started wandering the countryside. It took many months before he didn't feel sick anymore, but his sadness and regret was still there and always will be. Shyc had ended up in the Kingdom of Iverien where he intended to just pass through. However, fate would have it differently and he found himself liking the giant city. Being alone for so long would take it's toll on anyone and with his nature, he just couldn't handle it anymore. He needed company of a sort, but he couldn't really bring himself to stay in the city all the time. Thus came the opportunity to be a part of something he'd never thought of before. A mercenary. It consisted of a small group of hirelings and they never stayed in one spot for too long. It was the perfect setting. Even so, Shyc is still fearful that one day he will not be able to control himself should something dire happen and his daemon side is released. He's inserted himself into this group well enough, but still he hasn't told them about his darkness, and he hopes that they'll never find out. Shyc has been with the small group of mercenaries for three years now.
However, his happiness and the friends he'd gained didn't last very long. When he turned eighteen, the lord of the Kingdom he lived in had begun taxing the city under his control and started drafting the youths for his army as he was preparing to go to war with a neighboring Kingdom. When the soldiers came into the town, Shyc was afraid as he watched them destroy the homes and merchant stalls where the people where trying to make a living. Several of his friends were dragged into the street to be recruited into the army. Screams filled the air and there was so much shouting that Shyc felt he'd never hear anything other than that. He hid by his home, ducked down behind boxes and crates in fear of what would happen next.
It wasn't until the soldiers began beating some of the boys they'd dragged out to be drafted, that Shyc reached for the closest thing and rushed at them, angry beyond anything. He swung the wooden pole at the first soldier who cut it cleanly with their sword and lunged at him. Dragged into the small group, he suffered the same treatment as his friends and other young men. His back was torn open by a sword, the gashes deep across his smooth skin. Shyc could feel the darkness welling up inside of him and he curled up into a ball to try to keep it at bay. Even though he wanted so much to fight back against the soldiers, he didn't want to lose himself to the daemon and do something he would regret. However, when his mother came rushing out for him, he felt a stirring in his chest. As she neared the group, shouting and yelling as she tried to get to Shyc, a soldier turned and hit her with the handle of his sword, sending her tumbling to the ground. Shyc's body trembled with the sight and at that point he lost himself to darkness.
Shyc returned to his senses somehow and was surrounded by a burning town littered with bodies. It was dark, the pitch black billowing clouds of smoke covered the sun that was starting to sink in the distance, giving the scene an eerie reddened glow. He was covered in blood head to foot and shaking terribly. The feeling that filled him made him sick and he ran. Shyc had lost everything, his friends and his mother, all to the daemon inside of him which continues to haunt him. Shyc ran until he couldn't go anymore. He was sick that entire night and into the early hours of the next morning. Finally, weak and delirious, Shyc started wandering the countryside. It took many months before he didn't feel sick anymore, but his sadness and regret was still there and always will be. Shyc had ended up in the Kingdom of Iverien where he intended to just pass through. However, fate would have it differently and he found himself liking the giant city. Being alone for so long would take it's toll on anyone and with his nature, he just couldn't handle it anymore. He needed company of a sort, but he couldn't really bring himself to stay in the city all the time. Thus came the opportunity to be a part of something he'd never thought of before. A mercenary. It consisted of a small group of hirelings and they never stayed in one spot for too long. It was the perfect setting. Even so, Shyc is still fearful that one day he will not be able to control himself should something dire happen and his daemon side is released. He's inserted himself into this group well enough, but still he hasn't told them about his darkness, and he hopes that they'll never find out. Shyc has been with the small group of mercenaries for three years now.
