five for fighting - Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}

Check PMs »

five for fighting :: Begin Here :: Characters-Profiles :: Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}

Author

Topic: Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus} (Read 98 times)

Cyrus
New Member

member is offline

[avatar]

'Till Death Do Us Part...%%Five For Fighting%%

[msn]

Joined: Mar 2008
Gender: Female

Posts: 3
Location: UK
Karma: 0

Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}
« Thread Started on Mar 31, 2008, 4:28am »

Real Name:
Keeley
Age:
16
Messenger:
argentlune@hotmail.co.uk
How to Contact You:
Either through here, Jumping Rooftops or email.
Role Playing Expiriance:
On and off for about 3 years? summing like that XD

All About Me

My Royal Name Is
Cyrus
The True May Entitle Me As
Cy
I Have Been Sexed A
Brute
Death Hasn’t Found Me For
Four Years
My Veins Carry
Tundra Wolf X Arabian Wolf
I Was Chosen To Rule With The
Nothing
They Have Placed Me As A
Nothing

The Family

She Birthed Me
Kirie (Dead)
I Am Ruled By
Junsei (Dead)
My Male Siblings
Arson (Alive)
My Female Siblings
Atreyu (Alive)
Does Anymore Linger?
Sabah – Grandmother (Dead)
Memphis – Grandfather (Dead)
Does Someone Love Me?
N/A
Have I Fathered Any Offspring?
N/A

How The Lord Created Me

Cyrus is a lightly built male making his endurance better than his brothers. His legs are of a medium length which leads down to his large compact paws; like his brothers his paws are large and strong enabling his to dart of the top of crusted snow. Where the feet of deer would sink in. He is able to walk across the ice with ease and tackle pray easier with his immense feet. Cy is light-footed unlike his brother and father and is able to creep up on other animals, and be able to have a better chance of catching open prey. His body is lean and sinewy he shouldn’t be doubted for his looks as he has the best combat skills known to his family. Cyrus has a heavy coat with a feathery top layer and a mangled undercoat; due to the lack of grooming his under coat is slightly matted and stained with dirt etc. His tail is long and bushy like a fox with tufts of stringy hair hanging down. His ears are sat erect on his thick skull yet slightly pricked inwards making them appear slightly like horns. His face is small and muzzle not long and sticking out, but short and just inline with his front paws. His chest is deep and broad leading down towards his ribs; they dip in where his muscle has disintegrated due to the lack of food and becoming slightly malnourished.

His coat is shaded with three different colours but the two dominate are white and grey. His back holds a black saddle with small grey flecks of fur seeming through his tail is a light grey with gloomy white under fur. His ears both black and a slate grey smudge carved across the top of his eyes. Like his brother Cyrus has a black smear under his nose but his leads down to his chin, unlike his brothers. His undercoat is stained with dirt giving his pelt a tedious muddy white colour due to the lack of care. Around his left eye is a mottled grey patch surrounding his thick ebony ringed eyes. His orbs are a soft soothing blue and the only part of his body that appears slightly attractive; yet they are dulled by his colorless pelt. His nose is dark silver with a flash of liver lying on the top of his nostrils. Cyrus’s fangs are discolored to a yellowish white and claws jagged and black, yet sharp enough to rip through the bone of prey.

Cyrus doesn’t hold much expression to his features and rarely smiles or laughs. However, his eyes do hold a touch of pain and rejection but actions cloud what he truly feels. Cyrus holds a deep intimidating voice with sarcasm normally appearing on occasions. He tends to speak with a mysterious drawl; his tones normally deep and maddened making his words appear slightly maddened. But due to him not being talkative to other members unless needs be he is rarely heard and normally speaks through howling or snarling to or at others to get the point across quicker and to avoid unwanted bloodshed. His speech is normally slow as he speaks each word making Cyrus appear maybe slightly insane.

He Made Me Act Like

Cyrus is detached from the world around him and is normally unsure about what is generally happening. He holds an inner rage built on year’s of cruel and inhumane treatment from his youth in the Estra Pack and never hesitates to use it against his enemies or when in combat. Cy usually communicates through his actions and speaks only when spoken to; if he is up for a conversation. Cyrus finds it hard to respect those who need the respect and usually ends up in a brawl for being insolent. His loyalty to his family stems from his appreciation for the new life that his brother has afforded him and uses the teachings from his last pack to focus all his energy on his role as a sentinel. Despite his ‘state of mind’ Cyrus possesses a strong sense of duty and keeps his mind on his job rather than letting his mind draw him back to the past. It’s not, however, a sense of duty accompanied by a strong sense of right verses wrong. Cyrus believes by fulfilling one’s duty is the only quantifiable end and therefore the only one worth pushing. Cy rarely looks anyone in the eye when speaking, a trait that makes him seem more disinterested. He has a bad habit of being ignorant and not really taking notice in other member’s roles or if they happen to be speaking to him; he tends to slack off in pack work refusing to work with weaker members. He is a workaholic and always favors to be working by himself, unless the other is worthy of his standards. He tends to only pick the strongest to join his small team of sentinels and those he knows he can superior around.

Cyrus, a sociopath to his core, had adopted the reckless Oina methodology and carried it to its logical and dangerous extremes. He is the embodiment of the Oina way – daring, brazen and ruthless. Cyrus is mainly ill-tempered and never smiles or laughs. Having been with the Oina pack from the start, with his brother, he feels it is as much his pack as it is Arson’s. However, Cyrus lacks the charisma and people skills of the Oina’s leader and will never be anything more than a high ranking sentinel. Cyrus believes that every day he’s spent outside the grave since birth has been “bonus time” and he seeks to maximize that time to its fullest. He has given himself a peculiar world view; he has a reckless, ready to die attitude which is his hallmark of his personality. He unashamedly acknowledges his heritage knowing that the traits of his father have shone through himself and his siblings. Cyrus isn’t exactly a smart wolf but for what he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in brute force. Never through reason will Cy win an argument preferring to use the threat of broken bones and bloodshed to state his case. He is ruthless and uncouth and celebrates these attitudes much to Arson’s and Atreyu’s chagrin. Cyrus has the ability to rouse ill-well even among the most tolerant of individuals, which has taught him to become ready for a quick brawl.

Despite his ongoing aggressive behavior he is one of those guys who are just about decent to get along with so long as you aren’t going to f**k him over. He likes to choose his friends wisely and takes a dislike to those who are sucking up to him for any reason. He likes to throw his weight around to the lower members and his team of sentinels to let them know he is boss, and would much rather be called that too. Even though he likes to be the hard man he is overly protective over his family; especially his sister when she gets involved in males he abhors. He doesn’t like to live in the past but if he isn’t occupied with something his thoughts float back to his youth. He keeps his feelings shadowed and blocks out anything that could trigger his lighter side. Cyrus isn’t much of a family kinda guy but if he was to find a mate and have pups he would surely take care of them and grow the same possessive attitude like he has towards his siblings. He enjoys his company with the ladies just to keep him entertained but hardly ever uses them to his own advantage, unless in the mood. Cy likes to hold a no-nonsense approach to new members of his brother’s pack and never trusts anyone from the start and becomes wary of their presence.

He doesn’t really stand for slackers in the pack and likes to keep everyone going under his own orders and couldn’t really care what his brother has to say about it. “A slacking pack isn’t a pack of wolves; but a pack of low mongrels” normally he speaks that to his brother just to wind him up and make him take his side on the idea of getting everyone moving. He doesn’t really accept his brothers choice when new members are introduced especially those who try to overpower him or those who believe they are worthy, and try too hard. He has a small snide way of twisting things around to make it appear as if he is innocent and the other is wrong. Cy has a good ability at lying; without ever dropping his guard or forgetting his story. Despite his lack of intelligence he has a good memory which molds him into the perfect liar he is today.

How He Chose My Life

Cyrus and his two older siblings was birthed under a ruthless felony of force breeding their mother a Beta female and their father an Omega male. Their father was sheer evil as others liked to put Junsei as “a sick twisted individual” and their mother Kirie as a “innocent female” but still she was banished from her pack. The three pups where raised as lone wolves with their mother but at a young age they where left alone and defenseless when Kirie starved to death and all her energy being put into feeding the pups. At only a few months old Atreyu, Arson and Cyrus stuck together and rarely strayed far from their birth place; living off small animals such as mice and the remains of their mother. The three soon grew yet all became malnourished due to their small diet and Cyrus being the most effected; due to the loss of his mother he had become paranoid and fearful of the world around him. Arson became the dominate one between the three and Atreyu the most audacious one of them. After a few more days on their own they where discovered by two sentinels from a pack known as the Estra Pack. They where taken in and still at a young age they where successfully nursed back to health and raised to be powerful wolves.

Cyrus had decided to stay with the Estra pack whilst his two siblings left the pack to find somewhere else. In their absence the Estra pack suddenly began to victimize Cyrus for his vulnerability and not having his siblings about to defend him. He began to be tortured by almost every member of the pack including the alpha who suddenly took a dislike to the brute he was starved and secured in a cave so he couldn’t escape. He was treated like a piece of prey and for the packs fun they liked to tease him with food and soon took it to another level when a bunch of male wolves decided to rape him, pinning him with their claws; and a large heavy male took it open himself to stripe Cyrus of his dignity. Cy spend his first two years standing atrocious treatment from these wolves that acted like a pack of wild humans too scared to leave the cave he stayed battered, with bruises and contusions reminding him of what they have done when he wakes. His body wrecked and stained with the blood and cuts they placed upon him.

After spending most of his youth as a punch bag to the Estra pack he managed to escape and become a loner to regain his pride and because of his past which he tries to forget his whole behavior changed from fearful to malevolence. Cyrus spent most of his time sleeping in burrows and killing anything inside them he refused to join any pack that offered him a place as he wished to seek his brother or sister and them alone. At the age of three and still remembering those days of his youth Cy still trailed as a lone brute taking on any fight with open arms and to steal any form of food or shelter from innocent animals; even though he had good skills in hunting her preferred theft. Cyrus took it upon himself to grow in isolation until he found who he wanted but secretly longed to have company, pushing those thoughts aside. He carried on wondering from land to land until he picked up the scent of his brother and sister. Cyrus trailed around watching out for any sign and avoiding been seen incase his senses deceived him still unaware that the ones he had found where in fact his siblings.

After leaving his brothers pack Cyrus took it upon himself to travel around pointlessly for a bit of fun; finding a new land to create havoc upon.

« Last Edit: Mar 31, 2008, 4:49am by Cyrus »

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

And If You Cut Yourself, You Will Think You're Happy

Jenna
Pack Leader

rawr
member is offline

*wickedly funny*%%Ice%%

Joined: Dec 2006
Gender: Female

Posts: 116
Karma: 3

Re: Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}
« Reply #1 on Apr 1, 2008, 8:29am »

Holy crap on a stick. That was fantastic!

Accepted. Duh.

Question: He's a loner right?

« Last Edit: Apr 1, 2008, 8:29am by Jenna »

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

Indi -- LONER -- Female -- Single

Cyrus
New Member

member is offline

[avatar]

'Till Death Do Us Part...%%Five For Fighting%%

[msn]

Joined: Mar 2008
Gender: Female

Posts: 3
Location: UK
Karma: 0

Re: Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}
« Reply #2 on Apr 2, 2008, 4:32am »

Lol took me awhile to write that X__X i detest doing bio's but i have had Cyrus on my mind for abit so i sorta planned out his whole biography.

Yeah he is but if thats a issue he can be in a pack ;3

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

And If You Cut Yourself, You Will Think You're Happy

Jenna
Pack Leader

rawr
member is offline

*wickedly funny*%%Ice%%

Joined: Dec 2006
Gender: Female

Posts: 116
Karma: 3

Re: Tell All My Friends That I'm Dead {Cyrus}
« Reply #3 on Apr 4, 2008, 4:09pm »

No, it's alright. Thank you!

Link to Post - Back to Top IP:

Logged

Indi -- LONER -- Female -- Single