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Cyric

Cyric travels with his sister, in hopes of finding answers about their past.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Doubleshot

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People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.

Description

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His wiry, yet muscular body, is adorned in leather armor from head to toe. Fashioned by his father, it's lightweight material enables him to be agile and quick on his feet in times of crisis. Form fitting, he will make adjustments to the armor and enchant various spells on the armor itself. Standing at 5'9, he is only slightly shorter than his sister, but the oldest. His brown hair is usually tousled and his body is tanned from the outdoors. Cyric's grey-blue eyes are piercing, yet have a kindness about them. His voice is lively and his demeanor is attentive, which is a contrast in comparison to his sibling.




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Cyric is a drifter that doesn't like to stay in one place and will feel restless if constrained. His personality is a mix of ferocity and kindness, his benevolent nature allowing him to possess insight that others might overlook. His personality is smug, overconfident and can sometimes get him into trouble. When faced with a challenge, he focuses intensely on the goal in mind and will even taunt his enemies. Protective of his sister, he will overreact to situations if he feels that she is being threatened in any sort of fashion. Regardless of this quirk, he is level-headed and cool under pressure. He views challenges as fun and enjoys a good fight. He doesn't like to admit to being the insightful type, but it becomes obvious with his big hearted nature and how he values his friendships, or family. If a friend is in trouble, or needs his advice, he will always be there for them. His loyalty may be seen as weak by others, but he considers it one of his strongest personality strengths.

When confronted by enemies, he takes delight in taunting and mocking them. His smugness knows no bounds and he will carelessly give sassy, or crude comebacks to further the insult. Once in a battle, he focuses entirely on the mission at hand and it's a dramatic change in personality.

Because of his painful past, Cyric focuses on the future and doesn't let the past get him down. He is viewed as a drifter and constantly on the move, with a playful and kind-hearted personality, but a fierce warrior when confronted. His insightfulness allows him to see the good in others, that most would overlook. Cyric has been known for forgiving those that had betrayed him before in the past. He is driven by his sense of justice and fairness and firmly stands for truth, or freedom. Naturally a thrill-seeker, he views battles and fights as pure "fun," taking enjoyment at the challenge ahead.

Since the death of his parents, he travels the roads in search of an answer and hones his abilities.

LIKES
  • Magic
  • Fishing
  • Traveling
  • Challenges
  • Adventures
  • Fighting bad guys
  • Making new friends
  • Showing off
  • Natural scenery
  • Peace and serenity
  • Women
  • Training



DISLIKES
  • Being impersonated
  • Evil
  • Having to quit a battle
  • Waiting
  • Friends, or family threatened
  • Losing
  • Tears
  • Lies
  • Deception
  • Betrayal
  • When abilities are insulted
  • Nagging sister







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Equipped with the ability to cast, Cyric takes pleasure in learning new spellcraft for his armor, weapons and even to place on his person. Once crafted by his father, Cyric possesses twin blades that rest at his hips. Various spells can be enchanted on each blade, which can increase their attack, or durability for a specific duration. Once the spells are used, he will have to gain more concentrated energy in order to cast them again.

On his right hand, he wears a single gold moonstone ring and he is able to cast a single spell on the piece of jewelry. Crafted by his sister, he enables the ring to shroud him in darkness for a specific duration, giving him complete camouflage during the night, or daytime to increase his chances of escape.

SKILLS

  • Harnessing magic
  • Super speed
  • Enhanced durability
  • Enhanced acrobatic skills and reflexes
  • Enhanced strength
  • Indomitable will
  • Enhanced jump
  • Swordsmanship
  • Dancing
  • Foraging
  • Cooking
  • Fishing

So begins...

Cyric's Story

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#, as written by Sambea
Tamara had just entered the bar after traveling from a town before this one and looked at her stomach after it gave off a horrible growl. She looked around and smiled at the friendly look bartender before waving at him and taking a seat across from a Mishqua. She stared a bit with a smile.

Tamara scooted closer to the edge of her seat and leaned in a bit, "I really like your coat. You should be very proud of it. I am Tamara, by the way. Sorry for suck the awkward introduction." She said with a small laugh and looked at the waitress who asked her what she would like to drink after handing her a menu. "Uhhh, rootbeer, please!" She said excitedly and watched her walk away before turning her attention back on the Mishqua.

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#, as written by Davien
Davien had propped himself up against the wall, dozing off into his ale. He had been on the road for what seemed like days, and his muddied mind had no frame of reference to give him an answer. He lazily reached down and made sure his satchel was still on his side. Not like anyone would have tried to steal it, but nervous habits die hard. He took a drink, flavorless and unfilling. It didn't even have the signature bite that alcohol has as it goes down. Sighing, he began to stand up to leave. He had only swung his legs out to egress when out of the corner of his eye, he saw her. It seemed like an eternity since he had seen that face, or was it a few days ago...? The poor Mishqua couldn't quite remember. He stood, dumbstruck, catching her eyes before attempting her name. Dave outstretched his arms, speaking with relief. “Arliss!” He exclaimed.

Dave awoke, flailing his arms across the table and knocking his ale off the counter and onto the floor. Involuntarily he yelled “Arliss!” Still coming to. Bleary eyed, he looked at the figure perched before him, realizing he had neither drank any beer or gotten up at all. Still confused and a bit annoyed he didn’t get to talk to her longer, he blearily looked up towards Tamara.
“My Coat? What?” He looked down, eyes beginning to focus. Straightening out his cowl he looked back at Tamara. “Thank you… Its from a tailor…” He drawled out, stating the obvious and missing the point she was talking about his fur. He gave a yawn and a stretch, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. As Tamara ordered her root beer, he also caught the waiters attention, politely pointing at the beer he had spilt and asked for another. He once again checked for his satchel, this time knowing it was there for sure, and this was not a dream. Davien turned his full attention to Tamara, paws delving into a pocket sewn into his cowl for coin.
He gave a small smile, making fleeting eye contact with her.
“I can see you’re bad at introductions, usually they include a name and a handshake. Or so I’ve seen and heard.” His ears perked up a bit as he extended his paw across the table, almost seeming like he was already thinking about something else. “Davien. What’s a kid like you doing in a place like this without your mommy and daddy?”
His erroneous conclusion was that simply based on height, she must be an unattended child. Davien had seen a few things in his life, but never a female Yordle before. Despite all this he was attempting to be as polite as he could.

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True to form, one hand holding a book and the other only briefly interrupted to open the door and then back to lay against the small satchel she carried with her. She sat at the bar setting her book down and re-positioning the bag to her lap.

~page flip~

She only glancing up briefly to see her brother. "Good news... I managed to get a couple of small commissions." She hadn't paid anyone else any heed and began looming over the book again. "Just water if you will, please." she said more expectant than asking, thought not overtly rude. It was his job after all. Perhaps this was one of those moments... no not over something silly like that.

~page flip~

"I'm thinking of adding to the book... you haven't come across any book stores or anything of that sort have you? I'd go look for an academy or school, but they're so stuffy about letting someone browse their books. So much for educating." her tone was dry and only the faintest hint of irritation crept into her speech as if these statements were just simple facts of life.

~page flip~

She lifted her finger to her chin lightly and tapped several times tilting her head to one side. "Hmm..." then shaking her head she continued on. "Perhaps, I need to enchant your boots for quickness, Cyric? Might help you be a little less frantic back there." Again, no malice or snap to her words. Dry, simple fact... at least in her mind.

~page flip~

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#, as written by Sambea
Tamara blinked at the Mishqua when he talked about the wrong coat and was going to correct him when he called her a kid and asked where her parents were. She glared at him for a moment before the bartender handed her her drink. "Cyric... Cyyyrrriiicccc. Okay! It is stuck in my brain. Please to meet you to I am Tamara!" She said and watched him for a bit before letting him get back to work. Her head slowly turned back to Davien, "I am seventeen. I think I surpass the need for my mommy and daddy." She said before smiling. "So... are you from around here? I just got here. Took me..." She said and counted on her fingers. "Three months, two weeks, and four days to get here." She laughed before looking over who came in and stared for a second before going back to Davien.

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#, as written by Davien
Davien hadn’t considered how long it had taken him to get here. In fact, he hadn’t taken the time to consider how long it had taken for him to get anywhere in quite a while. He repeated the question back to her. “Am I from around here?” He gazed into the middle distance as he slid his gold towards the bartender with another polite thank you. He truly wanted to answer, but couldn’t quite bring up the name. “I’m simply from around, I suppose. I’ve been travelling for… a little while now.” He conveniently left out that it had been decades. His ears perked up as the door swung open. “Even so, that’s quite the time to travel. Especially alone at your ag…” He stopped himself short, putting a thoughtful finger on his muzzle. “Height.” He cringed a bit, realizing his impromptu answer was just as bad as his instinctual one. Offering a shrug and a small smile he looked back at her. “Why did you come all this way? What is here for you to seek?”

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The middle-aged man looked over his current patrons with a curious glance. They were an odd bunch, but each one had managed to pay for his, or her drink and meal. He couldn't complain, but the Mishqua was the oddest to make an entrance. Underneath the cowl, he could see the muzzle of a fox-like feature, but he wasn't going to question the man's origins. That'd be bad for business. He shrugged at his thoughts and rose a brow at Tamara, but only when she repeated his name back in the strangest speech. There was something unusual about her too and it wasn't just her age or height. Her species hadn't been seen in this area for quite awhile, but he didn't feel the desire to pry a customer for their past.

Again, that'd be bad for business.

Cyric smirked at Jira, his sister and only living relative. She could get underneath his skin, no doubt about it, but he didn't dare show it on the surface. There was something charming about her, but now he knew why their father could never marry her off. Sarcasm and coyness was never flattering from a lady. His expression softened and he patted her on the head with equal sarcasm.

He murmured something underneath his breath and within moments, the entirety of the bar glowed with a dim golden light. In quick succession, everything was organized and cleaned. He could have always cheated with a cheap enchant, but he enjoyed the manual labor. Work gave him peace of mind and an escape from reality, but he doubted Jira would understand the pleasure in that. Since the death of their parents, Cyric had managed to spoil her too much. She was able to be leisure and enjoy her books, or learn more spellcraft and gem crafting, while he worked the bar.

That would all change in awhile and he was certain she'd be in for a rude awakening.

"If you want to be able to afford those books, I'd recommend tending to the customers." He snapped back and ignored her comment about enchanting his boots with a quickness enchant. The bar was already cleaned and organized from his previous enchant, but that was such a novice spellcraft, that he acted indifferent by its ability. To an outsider, they might marvel at the simple feat, which always brought in more customers, but his mind was concentrating on something else. "We don't have the luxury to sit around and eat bon-bon's, Jira." He smiled at her and spoke to her in a jovial tone, but there was a hint of truth to his words. If they didn't pull in more customers, or get money from quests, they'd have to fund their lifestyle another way.

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At the flash of brightness she glanced up and sighed with a slight shake of her head. She didn't understand his need for inefficiency. They had discussed and even argued at length about it many a time, his enjoyment of it was puzzling to her at best. She slowly lifted a hand and fixed the unnoticeable mussing of her hair from the pat on her head. "Yes yes... I'll get to the others soon. I'm finishing this. It is research for the commissions I received today. The few customers won't much matter when the payment for these is collected, Cyric."

~page fl...

She paused and looked back up, puzzled again, "What's a bon-bon?" she wasn't too tied up with luxuries like sweets. Even as a child she preferred functional over flowery, much to the irritation of their mother. Nor was she concerned with marriage or children, the little sowers of chaos that they were. The books however she saw as a necessity. None of hers were stories of fantasy that flitted one off to worlds unknown. They were all spellcraft and reference related items. Much like her understanding of his need for manual labor, she knew he understood her desire for these items just as little. It was one of the many paralleled differences that these two had.

...ip~

She continued to the end of the next two pages before closing the book and placing it back into the satchel. A whispered word and the bag was properly sealed from the intrusive eye. Should one attempt to open it all that would be found is a few odds and ends. Sliding from the seat she stood and looked about. Slender of form but tall she peered about the room easily assessing those that were present.

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Tamara listened to him and shook her head, smiling a bit. "A bit, huh?" She asked before thinking about her answer. While doing so her eyes looked about as the place seemed to clean itself before looking back over towards the bartender and the girl who had walked in previously she had seen some magic, given she did some herself, before looking back at the Mishqua before her. "I just go where my feet take me. Plus I help those in need on the way... and I like food and culture." She shrugged before smiling. "And I am young, so I might as well see the world while I can." She said and poked at her drink before taking a sip.

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#, as written by Davien
Davien felt a tingle ripple through his fur and down his spine as he shook his head unconsiously. The room began to glow as items floated about and organized themselves. Well, good to know he still had the “sixth sense” about magic. Listening to Tamara made some part of Daviens soul reignite for just a bit, reminiscing on when he was young and full of wanderlust. Giving a small chuckle and taking a swig of his ale, he nodded.
“Travel leaves you speechless… Then turns you into a great storyteller.” He said with another chuckle, before his eyes grew distant and smile faded.
“I knew someone who said that a lot.”
His paw habitually reached down and touched the top of his satchel, this time feeling the cool leather and brass buckle. Upon the mention of food, Davien realized he hadn't eaten in at least a day. Or two? Eh... Who remembers. Davien hoped food was still being served, as he looked over towards Cyric, waving a paw in the air as his cowl fell off his head, ears popping out from underneath as he waved.

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After the items had been organized and he managed to get his sister to respond, he listened to the patrons with a vague interest. It appeared that Tamara was a traveler, which might make for an interesting conversation starter. The other one, Davien, still had him perplexed. He had never seen a Mishqua up close and personal before. At the same time, he wanted to treat him like any other patron. Cyric wiped his calloused hands on his work pants and went to tend to Davien. His sister was still meandering off to the side. He rolled his eyes at her behavior and decided to do the job himself. Cyric stopped in front of Davien and nodded.

"What can I get ya?" He asked Davien in a friendly tone. He nodded at Tamara's words. "Wise assessment. You don't want to be stuck in one place. I wouldn't recommend it." Cyric spoke from his own experiences and his families. Unfortunately for them, they had to give up traveling for awhile, but he'd give anything to be back on the road. In fact, it could be the reason why he had been feeling restless as of late. The idea of being stuck behind a bar wasn't his favorite past time, but it did give them decent coin to spend and keep a roof over their head. He wanted to give his sister a form of stable life, but he also knew that traveling was in their blood.

He waited for Daviens order and cleaned a glass with a rag to keep himself busy.

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Davien flashed some teeth in his best attempt at a smile, looking towards Cyric but not directly in the eye. He looked down and fumbled again, pulling up more gold.

“Fish? Just any fish. Oh, but don’t cook it. Please.” He never could understand why humans and the like ruined food by burning it. Baring his teeth again, he extended his paw with a few more coins, simply assuming what he had offered was a fair price.

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Following a brief pause she started in motion and began to move about the establishment. Taking finished plates and empty glasses. She made it about and refilled glasses now and again setting a pitcher down on an empty table only to come back to it after navigating through the room. With an arm full of dishes and the other hand carrying a pitcher she disappeared to place them in their proper spot. Re-emerging she frowned a bit, "The cook is a rather lewd fellow." she shakes her head slowly now noticing the Mishqua, having not seen one before.

"Intriguing... where is it you come from? River lands? It would stand to reason with your request of fish..." she began to rattle off question after question, "Do you get along with creatures that don't speak but look similar to you? How is your hearing? Your sight?" she kept going. A hand lifted but she placed it back down quickly and gripped onto her skirt to keep from doing it again. She also managed to keep a little bit of a distance, that is to say she wasn't nose to nose but it could be considered uncomfortably close. This was one of the downsides to attracting her attention.

A double take and the look on her face was one of pure puzzlement as she notice the diminutive being there. Jira had made her mind up that the small being would have her turn but her focus was set for the moment.

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Tamara listened and then looked confused, "What did they say? I just said some things." She said and looked to where he ordered. "Can I get the clucker strips. Thanks." She ordered and then looked at the woman. She asked a lot of questions and blinked before shaking her head and taking a sip of her drink. She made an ahh sound after and laughed a bit. She loved rootbeer so much and only had it sometimes since she was busy drinking water like an old person. Tamara looked around and not many people were in before she just ended up looking back up at Cyric and smiling.

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#, as written by Davien
As the woman rushed up to the Mishqua, mind full of queries for him, Davien could almost mouth the questions back to her as he had fielded the fray. He was after all, a Mishqua in a humans world. He was used to questions, but not rapid-fire like this.

“Em…” He tried to answer the first question. Before opening his mouth again she was onto the next.

“Well… em..” He began to wring his hands together, getting a little more anxious. The questions kept coming, getting Davien a little more flustered.

“Um… Well I come from…” When she had gotten to asking about his sight and hearing, he gave a little huff of offense, his tired mind taking it the wrong way for a split second.

“It is fine! They both are!” He snipped. He wasn’t old yet, besides, how would a human know to ask about that! The mysterious lady leaned in closer to him, causing Davien to reflexively back up a bit into his booth, ears pinning back slightly. He bared his teeth in another smile, scooting a bit back into the seat.

“Who are you?” He asked as politely as he could, still a bit frazzled by all the attention. He wrung his hands with slight anxiety.

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The cook was busy in the back with current orders, but he wouldn't mind another. Cyric listened to his sister barrage the poor man with intrusive questions. He smirked at how Davien handled himself with Jira. She could be a handful, but it didn't seem to phase Davien in the slightest. As for Tamara, she was an interesting one as well. He smiled at her in return and refilled her rootbeer without a word. "On the house." It was the least he could do, after his sister pestered the both of them. Cyric delivered the clucker strips to Tamara and put the steaming meal in front of her. The scents wafted through the room and created a welcoming atmosphere.

"Here you go, Miss." Cyric distracted himself with counting inventory and then went back to Tamara. "So, where are you from?" He asked, while he got another patron a whisky. Cyric slid the drink toward the customer and went back to more orders.

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