Post by Cyrus Moore on May 23, 2011 14:34:53 GMT -5
Cyrus Moore
"See it from the outside
Running toward the wall
Seeing from your blinds eye
But you don't know me at all
I've been here
Too many times before
~Innocence by Halestorm"
the basics,
»»character full name: Cyrus Trase Moore
»»age: 395 years, looks around 20 years of age
»»gender: male
»»sexual orientation: bisexual (prefers men)
»»position: god
»»race: god
»»alliance: rebel
»»rune:
Gun- The caliber of Cyrus's gun is .45 and it is a Winchester magnum with a long slide and 10 inch barrel. It has a rune etched into the cherry wood handle that allows for automatic refill. He still has to use blood and the weapon can reload endlessly because he doesn't use his own blood. It uses 12 rounds in a refill.
Dagger- His dagger is a gold hilted blade with a length of two one and a half feet. On the pommel is a a stone of obsidian etched with a rune that allows for a liquefying agent to be placed into the blood stream so clotting becomes harder to achieve during the first half hour of after the cut.
Other powers:
Flight- He can fly after he's just drunk from one of the Natives. The blood fuels his power and he becomes much stronger.
Heightened Senses- He has heightened senses all the time, especially when it comes to finding blood.
the appearance,
»»eyes: He has ebony eyes and the iris meshes with the pupil so that it is impossible to tell them apart.
»»markings:He a scar above his left eye that is partially covered by his hair. He also has a blue tattoo that symbolizes him being a god.
»»height: 5'11"
»»weight: 165 lbs.
»»general appearance: His body is toned and well built. He has a pale complexion with few scars. Dark black hair is styled in messy spike atop his head, matching his ebony eyes. His only scar worth mentioning is the one above his left eye which he received in the crash of the ship. Not being very tall doesn't stop him from being strong or attractive. The tattoo he got across the right side of his chest symbolizes he is a god, he received it after he was accepted by the Natives.
He wears dark clothing usually. Consisting of black baggy pants with black combat boots, on his pants is a metal chain. His shirts are usually black or gray nothing special and over them he wears a white coat. Often though, he is without a shirt, having taken it off during some work that has made him hot or that could make it dirty. His stride is arrogant and strong, one who knows he looks good and is confident in his skills.
the personality,
»»likes: men, women, power, blood, death, fruit, submission
»»dislikes: dominant people, humans trying to over throw him, children, love, the Burn, stupidity
»»strengths:
Intelligence- He is quite intelligent and is able to figure things out very quickly. He can come back with witty remarks and lure people over to his way of thinking easily.
Status- His status gives him an amazing amount of power over the Natives. Not to mention the powers he gets just from the blood he drinks from them himself.
»»weaknesses:
Temper- Cyrus has a gigantic temper, the issue is when he gets angry it is possible for him to do something and completely forget later what he did. There for when someone brings it up he will be confused.
Flirt- He is a huge flirt and will flirt with anything that looks remotely human. If they know how to work him right it's possible for them to get something more than just a one night stand from him.
»»secrets: He is not really a god but is actually a human.
He also once had a lover whom broke his heart and he killed her in a rage.
»»general personality: Cyrus has many issues that few know about. The ones that others do know about is his flirtatious nature. He will flirt with anything that speaks his language and he finds attractive. he is easily manipulated by a pretty face. Even though he is considered quite intelligent and can easily turn the conversation around on someone without even trying. He has a terrible temper, so terrible that he has somewhat of a dissociative disorder when he goes into a rage. He completely forgets whatever he has done during this angry moment and will likely end up killing someone. Though having a status as a god it often doesn't matter.
The addiction he has to the Native's blood he calls the Burn. It is often plaguing him and it makes it hard for him to sleep at night without having horrible dreams. He sacrifices the Natives as blood letters, and will drink them dry if he is not stopped. He is extremely sensitive to other people's blood now and with his heightened senses is constantly aware of it. He likes submission and prefers being around those who will submit to him without question. Dominant people annoy him as does stupidity.
He is a slight sociopath. He will kill without a blink of the eye, and fears no consequences because he considers he will have none. Even so he has his soft spots, he goes crazy for fruit and will do just about anything to get some. After all he needs some in his opinion to balance out the iron he is getting from the blood. If an attractive man wants something he can't really say no unless it sounds absolutely ridiculous. He likes to play the knight in shining armor.
the history,
»»mother: Terra Moore (unknown)
»»father: Rick Moore (unknown)
»»siblings: Henry Moore (unknown)
»»others: Shira (deceased)
»»background: Cyrus was born during the ending of the Earth. Death was slowly happening to her and Cyrus was showing the intelligence of an astronaut. He was seen as a genius and was quickly put into school for being an astronaut. He was thirteen then. It was when he turned sixteen that he met Shira. He quickly fell in love with the girl and she used him to slip through the school easily. It was two years after his relationship with her that he learned the truth about their love, that it was one sided. It sent him into a rage and without any idea of what he was doing he met her at a lake and killed her. He doesn't remember the actual act of the killing but he does remember coming out of the daze and seeing her dead before him. He later sank her body and continued on keeping it a secret.
At age nineteen he graduated the astronautical school with full honors and was chosen to be the one to be the one to lead the team who would find the evacuation path for the human race. When they entered warp they came across a problem and were thrown three hundred years into the past before human kind arrived on Kiroteh. Their ship crashed to the ground, resulting in Cyrus hitting his head against the dash of the ship's bridge, creating a scar across the left side of his forehead.
After everyone regained their footing, the team went out to scout the surrounding area. They came across some natives, these native people were different and Cyrus immediately told everyone to fall back and they discussed what to do. While the others argued about what to do, two of Cyrus's friends fell away to talk with him. Edwin Manner, Marcello Blanca, and Cyrus Moore decided then to kill the others, who wished to make friends with the natives. The killing was easy as the others didn't expect it, but when they were killing the others they were seen by the Natives using guns.
Immediately they were seen as gods, and the Natives rushed forward, bowing and whispering prayers of excitement. It was then that Cyrus took advantage of this, and was accepted into the society with his two friends. It was easier than expected.
One day while exploring his new life he found a shrine up in the Splitting Ridge, it was somewhat difficult to figure out what it said but eventually he did. He brought Edwin and Marcello one day after he figured it out and said the meanings of the words and the words said something about immortal life and other powers. They soon gleaned magic from the shrine and then destroyed it so no others could get any from it. It was with this magic that Cyrus gained a thirst for blood. He began to ask for sacrifices from the Natives and they eagerly offered up themselves, anything to please their gods. The Burn for it was strong and the addiction got worse with the more he drank.
Humans have now arrived on the planet and war has broken out as they have recognized the gods as their kind. The gods have branded them as blasphemous traitors and the Natives are fighting against them.
the player,
»»alias: Cyrus/Andee
»»age: 19
»»contact: hawkfrosta- aim; hawkfrosta@aol.com- email
»»rp sample:
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"See it from the outside
Running toward the wall
Seeing from your blinds eye
But you don't know me at all
I've been here
Too many times before
~Innocence by Halestorm"
the basics,
»»character full name: Cyrus Trase Moore
»»age: 395 years, looks around 20 years of age
»»gender: male
»»sexual orientation: bisexual (prefers men)
»»position: god
»»race: god
»»alliance: rebel
»»rune:
Gun- The caliber of Cyrus's gun is .45 and it is a Winchester magnum with a long slide and 10 inch barrel. It has a rune etched into the cherry wood handle that allows for automatic refill. He still has to use blood and the weapon can reload endlessly because he doesn't use his own blood. It uses 12 rounds in a refill.
Dagger- His dagger is a gold hilted blade with a length of two one and a half feet. On the pommel is a a stone of obsidian etched with a rune that allows for a liquefying agent to be placed into the blood stream so clotting becomes harder to achieve during the first half hour of after the cut.
Other powers:
Flight- He can fly after he's just drunk from one of the Natives. The blood fuels his power and he becomes much stronger.
Heightened Senses- He has heightened senses all the time, especially when it comes to finding blood.
the appearance,
»»eyes: He has ebony eyes and the iris meshes with the pupil so that it is impossible to tell them apart.
»»markings:He a scar above his left eye that is partially covered by his hair. He also has a blue tattoo that symbolizes him being a god.
»»height: 5'11"
»»weight: 165 lbs.
»»general appearance: His body is toned and well built. He has a pale complexion with few scars. Dark black hair is styled in messy spike atop his head, matching his ebony eyes. His only scar worth mentioning is the one above his left eye which he received in the crash of the ship. Not being very tall doesn't stop him from being strong or attractive. The tattoo he got across the right side of his chest symbolizes he is a god, he received it after he was accepted by the Natives.
He wears dark clothing usually. Consisting of black baggy pants with black combat boots, on his pants is a metal chain. His shirts are usually black or gray nothing special and over them he wears a white coat. Often though, he is without a shirt, having taken it off during some work that has made him hot or that could make it dirty. His stride is arrogant and strong, one who knows he looks good and is confident in his skills.
the personality,
»»likes: men, women, power, blood, death, fruit, submission
»»dislikes: dominant people, humans trying to over throw him, children, love, the Burn, stupidity
»»strengths:
Intelligence- He is quite intelligent and is able to figure things out very quickly. He can come back with witty remarks and lure people over to his way of thinking easily.
Status- His status gives him an amazing amount of power over the Natives. Not to mention the powers he gets just from the blood he drinks from them himself.
»»weaknesses:
Temper- Cyrus has a gigantic temper, the issue is when he gets angry it is possible for him to do something and completely forget later what he did. There for when someone brings it up he will be confused.
Flirt- He is a huge flirt and will flirt with anything that looks remotely human. If they know how to work him right it's possible for them to get something more than just a one night stand from him.
»»secrets: He is not really a god but is actually a human.
He also once had a lover whom broke his heart and he killed her in a rage.
»»general personality: Cyrus has many issues that few know about. The ones that others do know about is his flirtatious nature. He will flirt with anything that speaks his language and he finds attractive. he is easily manipulated by a pretty face. Even though he is considered quite intelligent and can easily turn the conversation around on someone without even trying. He has a terrible temper, so terrible that he has somewhat of a dissociative disorder when he goes into a rage. He completely forgets whatever he has done during this angry moment and will likely end up killing someone. Though having a status as a god it often doesn't matter.
The addiction he has to the Native's blood he calls the Burn. It is often plaguing him and it makes it hard for him to sleep at night without having horrible dreams. He sacrifices the Natives as blood letters, and will drink them dry if he is not stopped. He is extremely sensitive to other people's blood now and with his heightened senses is constantly aware of it. He likes submission and prefers being around those who will submit to him without question. Dominant people annoy him as does stupidity.
He is a slight sociopath. He will kill without a blink of the eye, and fears no consequences because he considers he will have none. Even so he has his soft spots, he goes crazy for fruit and will do just about anything to get some. After all he needs some in his opinion to balance out the iron he is getting from the blood. If an attractive man wants something he can't really say no unless it sounds absolutely ridiculous. He likes to play the knight in shining armor.
the history,
»»mother: Terra Moore (unknown)
»»father: Rick Moore (unknown)
»»siblings: Henry Moore (unknown)
»»others: Shira (deceased)
»»background: Cyrus was born during the ending of the Earth. Death was slowly happening to her and Cyrus was showing the intelligence of an astronaut. He was seen as a genius and was quickly put into school for being an astronaut. He was thirteen then. It was when he turned sixteen that he met Shira. He quickly fell in love with the girl and she used him to slip through the school easily. It was two years after his relationship with her that he learned the truth about their love, that it was one sided. It sent him into a rage and without any idea of what he was doing he met her at a lake and killed her. He doesn't remember the actual act of the killing but he does remember coming out of the daze and seeing her dead before him. He later sank her body and continued on keeping it a secret.
At age nineteen he graduated the astronautical school with full honors and was chosen to be the one to be the one to lead the team who would find the evacuation path for the human race. When they entered warp they came across a problem and were thrown three hundred years into the past before human kind arrived on Kiroteh. Their ship crashed to the ground, resulting in Cyrus hitting his head against the dash of the ship's bridge, creating a scar across the left side of his forehead.
After everyone regained their footing, the team went out to scout the surrounding area. They came across some natives, these native people were different and Cyrus immediately told everyone to fall back and they discussed what to do. While the others argued about what to do, two of Cyrus's friends fell away to talk with him. Edwin Manner, Marcello Blanca, and Cyrus Moore decided then to kill the others, who wished to make friends with the natives. The killing was easy as the others didn't expect it, but when they were killing the others they were seen by the Natives using guns.
Immediately they were seen as gods, and the Natives rushed forward, bowing and whispering prayers of excitement. It was then that Cyrus took advantage of this, and was accepted into the society with his two friends. It was easier than expected.
One day while exploring his new life he found a shrine up in the Splitting Ridge, it was somewhat difficult to figure out what it said but eventually he did. He brought Edwin and Marcello one day after he figured it out and said the meanings of the words and the words said something about immortal life and other powers. They soon gleaned magic from the shrine and then destroyed it so no others could get any from it. It was with this magic that Cyrus gained a thirst for blood. He began to ask for sacrifices from the Natives and they eagerly offered up themselves, anything to please their gods. The Burn for it was strong and the addiction got worse with the more he drank.
Humans have now arrived on the planet and war has broken out as they have recognized the gods as their kind. The gods have branded them as blasphemous traitors and the Natives are fighting against them.
the player,
»»alias: Cyrus/Andee
»»age: 19
»»contact: hawkfrosta- aim; hawkfrosta@aol.com- email
»»rp sample:
Cyrus sighed with pleasure as he gulped down the warm blood. The burning of the need no longer filled him with acidic pain. No longer did it melt his gut or mind as it had before. But the forsaken angel knew it wouldn't last, that the desire for blood would be back. He couldn't control the want for demon blood, its addictive taste, so sweet on his tongue, and wonderful high were too much to go without. His holy blade was place back in it's sheath and he wiped hand across his bloodied mouth. A wonderful floating feeling had come over him, he felt strong and powerful, but he also felt like everything no mattered.
The demon's body that had crumpled at his feet in the alleyway was left there, as Cyrus walked away. He was relatively clean, only with a little blood marring his hands. He had learned over all the murder's he had performed how to keep himself as clean as possible. The blood sang through his veins in a wonderful delusional sort of way. He heard it pound through him as it absorbed in from his stomach, the thrumming in his ears he assumed was the combining of his ethereal blood and the demon's cursed blood. He shuddered in wonderful delight.
He moved into the mall, carefully keeping his hands concealed as he found a bathroom. Inside the lavatory he washed his hands free of the crimson stains that had settled themselves on his skin and then did a quick splash of water on his face. The sink had bright red splashes upon the normally white porcelain but that was not something that Cyrus worried about in his current state of mind, after all nothing could hurt him right now, right? He stepped back outside of the door and into the mall, found a bench to sit on and decided to ride out the wonderful high that his mind was riding. His ebony eyes were watching the people pass, looking for someone of interest.
No one caught the dancer's interest yet. He didn't even know if he would move if someone did. It was just so comfortable where he was, even though there wasn't any sort of cushioning on the bench. That didn't matter right now, all that mattered was the steady pulse of his heartbeat and the hum of his thoughts through his skull.
The demon's body that had crumpled at his feet in the alleyway was left there, as Cyrus walked away. He was relatively clean, only with a little blood marring his hands. He had learned over all the murder's he had performed how to keep himself as clean as possible. The blood sang through his veins in a wonderful delusional sort of way. He heard it pound through him as it absorbed in from his stomach, the thrumming in his ears he assumed was the combining of his ethereal blood and the demon's cursed blood. He shuddered in wonderful delight.
He moved into the mall, carefully keeping his hands concealed as he found a bathroom. Inside the lavatory he washed his hands free of the crimson stains that had settled themselves on his skin and then did a quick splash of water on his face. The sink had bright red splashes upon the normally white porcelain but that was not something that Cyrus worried about in his current state of mind, after all nothing could hurt him right now, right? He stepped back outside of the door and into the mall, found a bench to sit on and decided to ride out the wonderful high that his mind was riding. His ebony eyes were watching the people pass, looking for someone of interest.
No one caught the dancer's interest yet. He didn't even know if he would move if someone did. It was just so comfortable where he was, even though there wasn't any sort of cushioning on the bench. That didn't matter right now, all that mattered was the steady pulse of his heartbeat and the hum of his thoughts through his skull.
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