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Cralyn Alymer II

"Well then, if it's violence you'd like.. I'll oblige you."

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a character in “Untouched Islands”, as played by CussingChild

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Cralyn Alymer II

Explorer

Human

♂ Male| 24 | Soldier


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Appearance: Cralyn is a tall man of 6'2", composed of lean muscle. Broad shoulders and handsome features. He has a boyish charm about his face, in his crooked smile and in the playfulness of his deep green eye. Unfortunately he was stricken with a shot a long while ago and his right eye is now composed of mechanical parts of a pale gold and shining brass make with the dark lifeless black eye deceitfully unfocused. His dark hair is always unkempt and naturally stands on end with poor posture, slumping and jutting in places. He has a nonchalant manner and when in his proper military attire he wears a pale gold cuirass over a formal white shirt always with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Pinstripe pants of a black and red pattern held tight with a leather belt of various pouches and tucked in his brown steel toe buckled boots. He wears brown buckled gloves and a gun holster that hangs at his right shoulder. His weapons consist of his trusty handgun and his lucky broad knife that he keeps at his belt.

Personality: He's a generally witty man. His sense of confidence is often mistaken for arrogance but he's someone that won't accept defeat until death is upon him and his courage shines bright in this way. A cruel upbringing has taught him to respect and show kindness to those that seem to get none, he has a disposition over his mother and it's a point that will get any man that speaks ill stabbed in the gut. He's most courteous, though, with women. If this comes from his mother, surely we can assume it did but never sure for the mystery lies behind one eye that can be turned cold with shadows of the man's past. Loyalty, and honor are morals he never strays from and he's quick to stand against what he disagrees with, often finding trouble by doing his best by the helpless.
Background: The slums of a dank city, where most children fall into the steps of those around them resorting to crime and a life of gangs, Cralyn was peculiar. His mother was constantly on him about being more than his environment urged him to be. She gave what education she could, he eventually learned to read and write. Taught him proper etiquette and raised him with strong morals. He never knew his father, who he had never bothered to ask after. He never knew what his mother did to provide him what meager sustenance he had, until his mid teenage years when the gang life came to him. It was damaging to his heart to learn his mother was an escort of sorts, and within him formed a resentment. Soon after, his mother was brutally raped and killed by a particularly gruesome pack of criminals. He happened upon the body and fell into a gang war that allowed him to exact revenge as he dismantled the pack limb from limb. Soon, however his own savage nature drew attention, he was effective and reckless and sights were set upon him. He narrowly escaped an assassination attempt, losing the use of his right eye. He had long since come to terms with the fact that their deaths had not cleansed him of the deep brooding pain of his loss. He fled the slums in hopes of becoming something more and then with his ability to read and write and his natural talents to fight he was picked up by the military, he spent years in the service before being assigned to the exploration party.

Cralyn would raise a gleaming green eye to meet the woman's gaze. He would behold her great beauty if for the slightest moment, his amazement hidden behind an air of confidence. He would raise a gloved hand to take the woman's gently, and just as his lovely mother had once taught him. He would be a show of theatrics leaning forward in a mannerly bow and kissing the hand delicately, as if it was the nape of the neck of a Goddess, his lips brushing the skin ever so soft before he would rise with a charming grin and a cocked eyebrow. Slowly he would let the woman's hand go, allowing his fingers to skirt along her own, perhaps a nonchalant attempt at enticing her.

"It's a pleasure." His voice would be that of a proud young man, stern and polite. The slightest edge of wicked nature would lie deep within the undertone, unclear to the woman who would seem the slightest bit flustered. His black mechanical eye would skirt along her arm noting the raised goose bumps and then the catch of her breath, the uneasy fall as she exhaled. His right hand would drift comfortably into the pocket of his pants, a thumb hanging.



(A bit out of my comfort zone, confused and like a lost puppy not sure where I'd be with it. So if I need to change anything, I'll happily do so just let me know.)

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Cralyn Alymer ignored the jeering, he gave a polite nod to the cheerful crew. They hollered and encouraged him to shirk his responsibilities. He wished to keep his eye on the task before him, and then the task after that. Perhaps that was the secret to keeping the darkest of his thoughts away. Keeping on. The jungle rose before him, his footsteps would have been silent if not for the heaviness of his boots on the sand. The weight of his clothes and the sun hanging overhead created a feeling of fire. There was talk of finding Paradise, but really? It was an over-reaction to being off the Ruby Conch, perhaps. He would stop a moment looking back, a warm breeze tousling a fallen spike damp with sweat at his forehead. It cooled the sweat at his brow. The growth was shaded and looked pleasant enough, the dark bark indignant, the canopy swaying slightly. The ocean roared it's helpless cries. Somewhere far above a collection of birds squandered about. The smell of the roasting hog on the spit carried on the wind, making his mouth water and stomach stir with desire.

He thought to the crew. They were what he was to protect, and yet, he knew them all so little. Only by name and appearance, which was nothing. The jungle was an oddity, in all of it's wild charm it was mysterious and discomforting. So unlike the urban jungle he was accustomed to. Those behind him had seemed to forget the potential dangers of this proclaimed Paradise. He didn't. His manner was deceiving, nonchalant and characterized by a relaxed stance and crooked smile. He gave a gentle sigh and took a step over a collection of woven growth, venturing forth to do what he was here to do. The beach behind him alight with fire and an ecstatic collection of personalities. They had spent so long on the ship and it was cruel how they savagely enjoyed the feast, greedily eating and becoming oblivious with laughter. Perhaps it was being pent up so long, in the Ruby Conch or even in the homeland. The splendor of an unknown, the verge of something coming about. History being made.

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The forest ruffled and Cralyn Alymer, in all of his refined, sweaty, discomfort trudged out of it and onto the beach, holstering his brass pistol at his shoulder holster. He promptly wiped his palm at his pants walking back to the beach. He had been surveying the area for the past hour or so, he stopped at a large crate and sat with poise, and struggled posture in his agonizingly hot state. He felt he couldn't get the cuirass off fast enough, perhaps a show to the raggedy ship hands passing as he quickly undid the leather buckles, pulling it from his torso and dropping it on the sand before him. Pulling at his shirt, the buttons would pop and come undone exposing his chest. The beach seemed to be settling down, people resorting to a more silent excitement, bits of the pig still hanging to exposed bone. The Captain wasn't within his line of sight and he wasn't about to go looking. She hadn't seemed concerned with the lack of uniformity and alertness, anyhow. He thought to himself about various things before standing and grabbing the cuirass as he did so, carrying it with a strong hand to the fire side where he retired himself to bearing the heat as he picked pieces of meat from the corpse, eating it with practiced grace despite his ravenous hunger.

People sat about talking and laughing with one another, but Cralyn would sit alone as he always seemed to, contempt to not befriend people he supposed could be dead by tomorrow in all of their joyous ignorance. He wished not ill of them, but there was a cruel understanding about. Not apparent in his crooked grin at the splendid taste of the roasted meat. He pulled his water flask from his belt and undid the cap pulling it away, he took modest sips of the cool liquid, reveling in the relief it brought.

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Cralyn snapped out of his dazed exhaustion, having been unfocused, the sound of a loud, boisterous, he turned unholstering his pistol with practiced ease. Monkey..The loud boisterous, monkey. 'A threat is a threat, primate or not.' His eyebrows arched in calm confusion as he held the gleaming weapon out before him ready to fire upon it, though it talked of peace and safety, there was no telling, and apparently, they were at war with some pig tribe or something to that affect. He walked forward noting the crew doctor shouting back at it, his gaze darted to her bewildered.

'What the hell is wrong with everyone..' He cracked a crooked and charming grin at the state of things, despite his urges to shoot. 'Have they forgotten that we don't negotiate with terrorists.' The rushed and edged jibberish would be threats to the ears of Cralyn, whose steel grip would be sweaty as it tightened on the handle of the pistol, the brass barrel dipping down, reaching up with his thumb to pull the hammer down, a whirring sound could have been heard from somewhere within the mechanics of the weapon.

The crooked smile was genuine, friendly and confident. He meant what he said and said what he meant, even if the manly doctor wanted to ring the monkey's neck, he felt he could keep her.. him.. herim from doing anything brash. The Captain and scientists, surely would find talking to a creature of this island a breakthrough. Surely. His voice was that of a proud young man, stern and holding a boyish characteristic while remaining strong. "I could guarantee your safety!" The shout was jovial and yet edged with a wicked fantastical humor as if he found the whole situation hilarious.

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Monty saw the giant come towards his position; he had underestimated the otherworlder. The woman came to the tree and asked him some questions. “who am I” he laughed at that “I’m the shaman of the island or at least one of the best ones, what do I want to see if you pose problem. Which so far you do, you have pretty much made war with two different tribes. The boars I can make sure there is no war with, it’s the Jormungand that you have to worry about by crossing their territory in your giant raft you have declared war even the Tritons don’t go into the sea in fear of them.” He was still chuckling from his hiding spot in the tree. “They probably won’t attack you on land, but if they don’t attack the next time you set sail be sure they will be following you to your homeland. The boars will probably ask for the life’s equal to the children you slaughtered. Leave this place I will return later with the chief of the boar tribe, come back in the time it take to cook a meal, also I smell a member of the tiger clan, I would beware the woods, you probably eating his meal tonight.”

It was then another young one yelled at him promising safety. “Young one, it’s not because I worry about me I ask for my safety, I’m one of the few creatures on this island most tribes will listen to and if you kill me then you will, have more than two tribes to worry about. You will have most tribes from the smallest to the biggest angry at you, and that smile I’ve seen it before it the smile I used to wear when I thought I was the smartest one in the tribe, and then you do something that ruins everything. Like that thing in your hand I don’t know what it is but I can guess it’s a kind of weapon. Don’t worry if I wanted you dead I could of allowed you to have a war on two fronts, I’ll bring the boar chief to a tribal council, I will also bring another chief to this meeting as a second witness. Meet us down the beach when you find the rod in the sand wait there for us. If you are honorable just bring three of you I prefer your leader and two wise ones, not a childish brat who thinks of himself too high. Also this smoke is just smoke” he dropped a container that fell at the doctors feet, creating a smoke wall that gave him thirty seconds to go through the trees. By the time it was clear he was south of their landing point, he traveled a fifteen minutes walking distance put his stick in the ground. He headed into the forest and told the boar chief the bad news and that they were meeting the otherworlders soon and to meet him in the tritons village. He then jumped into the trees and came back out where his day had started, the triton lord was happy to be the third party and jumped into the sea to watch the stick, for the ones they were meeting. He waited till the triton chief returned with the news, of what the otherworlders had done