"It is not titles that honor men, but men that honor titles."
~Niccolo Machiavelli
The Basics
Cyprian Hektor Auclair
|| Nicknames ||
Some close companions, especially his siblings and Ellie, call him "Cy"
|| Gender ||
Male
|| Age ||
Thirty-one
|| Rank/Title:
Royal Consort of Seabel
|| Sexual Orientation ||
Pansexual
|| Kingdom/Alliance ||
Seabel
What's on the Outside
|| Hair Color ||
Blond
|| Eye Color ||
Emerald green
|| Height ||
Six feet, one inch
|| Weight ||
One hundred, ninety pounds
|| Scars ||
As a young man who once served in the Falorian guard, Cyprian obviously bears a fair amount of scars. He wears one very noticeable scar through his right eyebrow, but it cuts at an angle that thankfully saved him his eye. Another runs along the width of his left arm and nearly cost him the limb if he hadn't been pulled from the battlefield quickly enough.
|| Description ||
Cyprian is just as a young, newly-made royal ought to be. He stands at a just-above-average six feet, one inch and weighs just enough that he is composed almost primarily of muscle. His hair and eyes are the mark of a true member of House Auclair, and they give him the appearance of a sort of Prince Charming. He bears a strong, well-defined jaw which is complemented by a strong, expressive brow. His hair often comes a bit longer than most, but he crops it short before tournaments or battle - when long hair would be cumbersome and get in the way. Cyprian's chin is often brushed with a light stubble of beard, but he is never seen with it grown out unless he has forgone shaving for the time being which, in his current state, can be quite common if he has nothing to attend to. In terms of dress, he is often clad in light tans and golds which he accents with red. Cyprian wears armor for official occasions that require such attire, but he has more or less hung up his old regalia as it reminds him all too bitterly of another time.
Blond
|| Eye Color ||
Emerald green
|| Height ||
Six feet, one inch
|| Weight ||
One hundred, ninety pounds
|| Scars ||
As a young man who once served in the Falorian guard, Cyprian obviously bears a fair amount of scars. He wears one very noticeable scar through his right eyebrow, but it cuts at an angle that thankfully saved him his eye. Another runs along the width of his left arm and nearly cost him the limb if he hadn't been pulled from the battlefield quickly enough.
|| Description ||
Cyprian is just as a young, newly-made royal ought to be. He stands at a just-above-average six feet, one inch and weighs just enough that he is composed almost primarily of muscle. His hair and eyes are the mark of a true member of House Auclair, and they give him the appearance of a sort of Prince Charming. He bears a strong, well-defined jaw which is complemented by a strong, expressive brow. His hair often comes a bit longer than most, but he crops it short before tournaments or battle - when long hair would be cumbersome and get in the way. Cyprian's chin is often brushed with a light stubble of beard, but he is never seen with it grown out unless he has forgone shaving for the time being which, in his current state, can be quite common if he has nothing to attend to. In terms of dress, he is often clad in light tans and golds which he accents with red. Cyprian wears armor for official occasions that require such attire, but he has more or less hung up his old regalia as it reminds him all too bitterly of another time.
What's on the Inside
A man comes back from war changed for better or for worse. It would be impossible to determine one or the other for Cyprian, but war certainly did change the man nonetheless. He has always been a passionate man. He commits himself to a task or a goal, and he is almost certain to achieve what he intended. It is what made him an outstanding knight, for he always knew a way to achieve his goal. Now, though he has not lost his boy-like passion, Cyprian knows not what he wishes to achieve.
He'll fight to the death for a man or woman he has pledged himself to, but Cyprian finds it difficult to fully trust another human. He even struggles to forge such a bond with his own wife. Often, he shows her a side of him that isn't truly him - the brave, chivalrous knight that wooed her all those years ago. He may still value love and honor, but he believes those days are far behind him. Though he may only be in his early thirties, Cyprian has mellowed with his age, and he has lost his reckless abandon. Instead, he has begun to busy himself with his music and a love for the arts. It's one of the few things he still has that they can not take from him.
A side effect of war, nostalgia often hits Cyprian in waves, almost physically debilitating him and certainly doing so mentally. He's a bit of a wreck in these scenarios, and he tends to hide himself away and wallow in his own self-pity, a trait he recognizes as unhealthy and unfit for a man of his standing. And yet he still does so.
It would be apt to say he is going through a sort of midlife crisis. He believes that he has failed to make a name for himself the way he had always intended to and that he has entirely missed the opportunity to do so. When not in a depressed state, he still is prone to brief spikes of anger if he feels attacked or critiqued. He does very poorly under any form of criticism, constructive or otherwise, and he is quick to turn on another if he believes he is being attacked.
|| Hobbies ||
Cyprian often spars in his free time or goes hunting as a proper man of noble blood ought to. One of his lesser known hobbies, however, is he love for making music. When he is alone, he can often be found plucking at a lyre or lute.
|| Habits ||
He crosses his arms when they aren't in use, or he places a hand on his sword's hilt. He'll also often tap his fingers against a surface to any rhythm he can think of. Sometimes he'll trace a scar or two on his arms.
|| Oddities ||
Cyprian has a tendency to fall into bouts of depression that last for almost weeks at a time. He also is easily provoked into anger which quickly dissolves into just more self-loathing.
Cyprian often spars in his free time or goes hunting as a proper man of noble blood ought to. One of his lesser known hobbies, however, is he love for making music. When he is alone, he can often be found plucking at a lyre or lute.
|| Habits ||
He crosses his arms when they aren't in use, or he places a hand on his sword's hilt. He'll also often tap his fingers against a surface to any rhythm he can think of. Sometimes he'll trace a scar or two on his arms.
|| Oddities ||
Cyprian has a tendency to fall into bouts of depression that last for almost weeks at a time. He also is easily provoked into anger which quickly dissolves into just more self-loathing.
- Tournaments
- Competition
- His Family
- Eleora
- Wine
- Boasting
- Traveling
- Being Alone
- Rain
- Waking Early
What's Done Is Done
|| Place Of Origin ||
Falor
|| History ||
Cyprian Auclair comes from one of Tiberia's wealthiest lines of nobility, challenged only by the Estermont family. His father, Hektor Auclair, and his mother, Persephone Auclair, were wed in extravagance mere months before his birth which became quite the scandal throughout Falor. Nevertheless, the birth of an Auclair boy to take the family titles and fortune was certainly welcome throughout Falor. Coming from a privileged family such as his own, Cyprian had the entire world at his finger tips. He studied eagerly and avidly, absorbing as much as he could of the world around him. In all of his studies, however, he was most drawn to the ballads of heroes and knights that had roamed the kingdom far before his time.
His wet nurses soon grew tired of reciting these tales to him, and his parents grew weary of listening to the boy rattle them off on the instruments he had begged them for. And so they encouraged the young Cyprian to take up his own arms and train to become a knight. At least that would distract him until he could begin to learn how to handle the family accounts.
Cyprian learned quickly, and he learned well. Soon, the young boy climbed ranks. He showed a sort of passion for the blade that few of the older knights had seen before. He was knighted by the age of seventeen, and his noble blood allowed him to ascend to an even higher position as a commander on the battlefield. He led his first men in a border skirmish against tribes from Ostwall. In his first battle, he acquired the scar on his arm, and his father called him home. Cyprian refused, and he continued his siege, earning the scar above his eye as well as many more.
He proved himself in battle, however, and when he returned victorious, he was greeted as a war hero. Certainl, he enjoyed being home, but his father was quick to place pressure on him to marry, lest he or his brother die and leave the Auclair fortune without an heir. As a young, highly eligible bachelor, he had no trouble finding matches, but he had set his sights on the princess, Juliana Brigham. Though her parents approved of the union, it took ages for him to woo her. When he finally did, the two were married in a ceremony that, to this day, both kingdoms still speak fondly of.
The next few years passed in a whirlwind. A married man now, Cyprian was quickly thrust into such a role and was forced to give up his life of knighthood and mock-chivalry. His daughter was born soon after his wedding, and things almost slowed enough for him to catch his breath. Until Cedric Brigham died. And then suddenly his wife had decided to move their small family out to Falor's Western Palace, forming her own kingdom.
He had hopes of leading her kingdom's army, creating a name for himself the way he had always wanted to, but he was her King, or, rather, her consort. Military matters were left in the hands of Loras Estermont, a family rival. He grew distant from his wife then, realizing that this wasn't the life he had wanted, even though he had worked so hard for it.
Instead of finding solace in her, he turned instead to her lady in waiting, a girl named Eleora de Croismare. She was the woman he had sought, truly. Not that he did not love his wife, but Eleora brought out a new side in him, one he hadn't seen since leaving Falor. He's grown closer to her and more distant from his wife in the previous months, but he has few regrets. He isn't ignorant enough to miss the way she seems to spend more time around Loras these days.
|| Happiest Memory ||
The birth of his daughter & finally winning the hand of Juliana Brigham
|| Saddest Memory ||
Leaving his home for Seabel
|| Face Claim ||
Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
