He heaved a soft sigh, waiting patiently for the others to finish talking.
Cyan James Kress
Nicknames:
Cy | The Mute
Gender:
Male.
Age:
17.
Ethnicity/Race:
White/Caucasian.
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual.
Prior Occupation:
Student.
Current Occupation:
Scavenger.
Very Dark Brown.
Eye Color:
Blue-Green.
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
145 lbs.
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 about 145 pounds. He is in no way muscular by any stretch of the imagination, since 'active' is not really a word that would describe him, but is rather more of a very thin and lanky in build. He comes across as very pale at times, almost sickly so, after years of being a shut-in, making his eyes and hair look shockingly vibrant in comparison. Cyan's hair is always a mess, dull brown waves sticking out in all directions like he just woke from a fitful sleep, and his eyes could not be more perfectly described than by his name. Cyan can come across as looking a tad awkward, hunching his shoulders, keeping his hands pocketed at most times, and wearing a hoodie (His favorite, now dirty and stained, and never seen without it) three sizes too big.
{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.
-Chewing on random items he might have in his hands.
-Keeping his head down to help hide his scar.
Oddities:
-Mute.
-He flinches away from loud noises or yelling.
- Sweets.
- Children.
- The Internet.
- Comic Books.
- Family.
- Warm Weather.
- Video Games.
- Listening to Others Talk.
- Books/Art/Theatrics
- Loud Noises.
- Rude/Nosy/Stubborn People.
- Sour Things.
- Blood.
- Violence.
- Arguing.
- The Cold.
- Misunderstandings.
- Being Anxious.
Character Skills/Talents:
- Is a Peacemaker, and is good for comforting.
- Has excellent hearing.
- He is very good with repairing and tinkering.
- He's hardworking.
- Good at following others because he doesn't have the drive to be a leader.
- He is extremely clumsy when rushed.
- He is, in fact, Mute, therefore his communicating is lacking at best and is known for causing some misunderstandings.
- Refuses Confrontation.
- Generally unable to do any labor-intensive work because of lacking body mass.
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.
Biography
Place Of Origin:
Georgia, USA.
Birth Date:
October 5th, 2001.
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, a young Miss Anna Kress who had been raising both her children on her own, obtained a job up in New York that paid well. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, they packed up and headed up there for a new life without missing a beat. Things fell back into their flow not long after, the kids went to school and Anna worked to support them all. Everything was peachy-keen until Cyan started to complain about an aching in his throat. At first, it wasn't really thought of as a big deal. These kind of things tend to be brushed off with a handful of Tylenol and a short nap, so nothing was done. That is, until the pain grew and grew until it 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, causing massive damage and internal bleeding. 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 already breaking holes in his voice box, causing some internal bleeding. Cyan was patched up easily, everything fixed, leaving only a long scar on his lower throat. But, his vocal cords had been ruined, trashed beyond what natural healing abilities could mend, and, if he didn't want to go around sounding like a cyborg for the rest of his life, Cyan was to be categorized as a mute. Any attempt at talking causes him extreme pain and only producing awful squeaks.
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, moving all his life from hanging with friends from school 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. At such a crucial age in his young life, 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.
Cyan enjoyed these as much as everyone else, not one to miss a trend of Government Monsters that was spreading fast. Everything was so funny at the time, 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 totally bat-shit in a matter of days. As soon a corpses started getting up and walking around, Cyan was on par. He'd seen the movies, and he was certainly not going to be that one guy who died in the intro credits. He grabbed his sister, Winter, 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 of Winter. And, by god, he was not going to face the 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 a strange blur. It seemed like everyone was dropping like flies around them, and Kress siblings had nothing more to defend themselves than a swiped metal bat that he had 'borrowed' from someone's lawn. Somewhere along the way, Winter disappeared. Cyan had told her to stay where she was while he scouted ahead, but, being the rebellious younger sibling she was, Winter was not there when he returned. He searched for her for days, and later, he wished he hadn't. Cyan found her in the middle of the road, walking with the tell-tale shamble and a dead look in her baby blues. She barreled toward him, and Cyan panicked, swinging his bat right into the side of Winter's skull with a sickening crunch. Blinded by the shock and grief of it all, the next thing Cyan could remember was sitting among a small tented community, members of the group milling around and doing their jobs.
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.