Post by zyphiria on Jul 31, 2012 22:47:01 GMT -8
Name: Cyrux Bengar
Pronunciation: Sear-rucks Ben-gar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Turnday: 3054.10.15
Weyr: None-though searched for Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Renegade
Family:
Father: Grassen : 49
Mother: Dreaia: 41
Sister: Dressen: 15
Sister: Gai: 14
Brother: Cydden: 11
Brother: Peite: 9
Sister: Tessa: 6
Friends: The people he wanders around with from hold to hold, settlement to settlement. ect. Not close enough ties with anyone though to have second thoughts about abandoning them for a new life.
Pets:None
Appearance: Cyrux has short cropped 3-4 inch black hair thats so deep and rich that it'll shine with a slight rich blue hue in bright light. Normally, it's unnoticable other then his hair being absolutely rich and black. He keeps it dirty however, so it looks tingy, oily and dirty. His eyes are almond shaped, bright blue and rimmed with thick black lashes, and then accented with medium thick black eyebrows. His most striking feature-considering the rest of him was average save for his height are his eyes. His skin an olive tone with a clear complexion left with only a few shallow pock marks. His pores would have to be closely examined to notice those superficial scars. Cyrux doesn't burn-at all. Instead, he just tans but stays at a rich mediteranean color. His nose is strong with an average bridge, his chin average and square. His overall features are average. He stands at 6'2 and weighs 185 pounds. He isn't lithe and small and neither is he bulky and meaty. He's average and toned. Albeit dirty. If Cyrux were to take off his shirt, he would have several scars through out his back, sides and arms-some self inflicted and most not. If his pants were to be taken off, he would have scars there too, moxes of tears, cuts and burns on his butt, thighs and calves. These too are self inflicted and most not. His body is smooth and toned overall, but also marred with scarred blemishes, but all keloids long healed into thick silvery strands that no longer raise.
Cyrux can usually be seen in heavy canvas brown pants, a white canvas shirt covered with tan Wherhide vest. His boots worn, but also made of dark brown Wherhide. He looks average and dirty, his only actual striking feature being his bright eyes surrounded by black lashes, dark skin and grime. He's so dirty, he could be described as gross.
Personality: Cyrux, on first impressions, is friendly and sometimes even outgoing. He seems to have a friendly enough demeanor about him, though he does tend to have a negative outlook to him and seems to make himself feel a bit better by putting others down-or has fun/teases/flirts by putting down others, though it isn't in a demeaning way usually. It's a little bit of a complicated trait that would have to be witnessed to understand. Although he seems friendly on the surface, he's secretive and doesn't give his opinion freely or his perceptions.
Overall he's kind, though crafty and doesn't mind stealing from strangers so that he might benefit from other's hardships or luck. Afterall, he's a renegade. He's hard to get to know. He maintains large and seemingly impenetrable walls to keep people out. If he starts to feel too friendly towards someone, he backlashes the emotions by acting mean or harsh or being physically rough with them and to them. Perhaps in time, his deep seeded issues will be dealt with. For right now, he does the best he can with the shortcommings given to him by a severaly dysfunctional life.
History: Cyrux was born to a Vintner acreage on the very outskirts of Lament Hold- Riverway Hold now. The orchard only grew and harvested red fruit for their wines which they made and stored in their own warehouse. Throughout the previous years before his birth the orchard was atleast prosperious, the wines having a fine bitterness to those that had the taste, and to the majority-it tasted like regular wine that hadn't been rushed in it's fermentation.
But then time passed, the hands of ownership changed and then came the current operators of the Vintner Orchard on the outskirts of Riverway Hold.
Cyrux's father Grassen had never taken his responisbilities seriously-and being the only child, his father Graven didn't even have a daugher to entrust the orchard to. And so it fell to Grassen, who had spent his time dallying around, drinking his stupor and chasing skirts that he never caught. Grassen's mother Jillissen thought it best to try and tame her son's wild irresponsible ways with an arranged marriage, to give him a family of his own to love, respect and to take charge of. At first, when the two met, everything seemed to go wonderfully. The sparks flew and the two were very interested in one another. The two were married and spent most of their days drunk with one another. Graven and Jillissen were at a loss of what to do about their wayward son and his new wife Dreaia, so they treated him with harshenss, pushing responsibility on him which just cause Grassen to rebel and drink heavier and harvest sloppier.
Graven and Jillissen gave up when their son and his wife turned 27 and 19,-which only took 3 years-they went east to find a fosterling. All did not go well however, durring their journey they came down with a respitory infection and died before they made it to the nearest anything.
Grassen and his wife, Dreaia had inherited the vintage farm, for which they celebrated by drinking heavily. As things happen with drunk people, they began to fight violently when disagreements arose. Grassen began to chace skirts again, and Dreaia, although 19, wasn't the same impressionable simpering girl that she had pretended to be that lurred Grassen into her clutches. She was begrudging and vengeful with a sharp tongue that only got sharper with use. The two's marriage began to plummet as the two, regardless of the hatred and resentment that bred it'self, they also felt love and passion for one another. Sometimes they had good drunken sessions, and sometimes they had horrible destructive episodes.
Dreaia drank as little wine as possible, just enough to stave off the delirium tremens. She atleast had discipline and responsipility to not drink habitually while pregnant. A habit that would be true for all of Dreaia's children, she feared giving birth to retarded and deformed babies so much that she dealt with the sickness, shakes and withdrawls of D.T.
Cyrux's life growing up was harsh, filled with conflict and almost loveless. His parents were too involved with one another to pay him any heed unless, of course he made a mistake. Which, were heavy backlashes. The Vintner Orchard began to fall into disrepair as Cyrux turned 4, by this time he had a sister who was freshly born.
Cyrux lived in an isolated hell, watching over his siblings which seemed to be one every 2 or 3 years, his mother being unbearable as she stopped cold her drinking while pregnant and suffered D.Ts, which she drank as softly as possible,fearing retarded and deformed children. Cyrux's father a drunken rapist to any closest to him, indiscriminating to sex. Aside from assaulting his wife, he regarded his children with the same abusive hatred, have no problems with sexually assaulting them on blackout episodes. Cyrux still maintains scars on his body from the mishandling of drunkards playing house. He had no idea by that age of 9 that there was a whole Hold just within 15 miles of his family's Orchard and fermenting warehouse. By 10, however, he had a sister of 6, an other sister of 5 and brother of 2- and the traders were coming through.
Cyrux had such a resolve at that moment that he had never felt before in his life. A deep calmness settled over him as his determination had decided the best course of action. He didn't look back though he knew that no one saw him leave the acreage of the red fruit trees. He had joined the Renegades that would go from hold to hold trading wares, services, steal, and lie.
It was much better now. But he had maintained a ruthlessness, and a deep seeded anger to those that tried to get close to him.
Time went on as Cyrux was with the renegades, learning their traditions and ways with the world. These renegades had a tendancy to give other's a bad name with their fortune telling, haggling, sometimes knock off wares, lieing, stealing and the fact that their vengeances has taken enemies to graves on several occasions. It was a ruthless group when they needed to be, but they also knew that they needed the trust of other holders to be able to survive and keep moving.
Cyrux began to take a wild spin on the dark side of life, where pride was dangeriously pared with feelings of worthlessness. It made for a group that would have eachother's back through thick but not thin-but also gave them big mouths, thin skin and easily aggressive 'go-for-the-throat' conflict resolution. As he turned 17 however, he had become well adapted and began to gain a level head-that was prone to hurting those remotley close to him. The favour was returned in kind many times, which made it harder for him to trust anyone.
Cyrux is now 19, close to turning 20. He had been searched by ____
Adoption?: No
Dragon Preferences:Mine and character: PLEASE have the dragon male!!!
Me: Ice, Azure, Tiger, Iron, CHROME, Moonlight, and Dream
He: Bronze, Tiger, Crimson, Flame, and BLOOD
Pronunciation: Sear-rucks Ben-gar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Turnday: 3054.10.15
Weyr: None-though searched for Rainbow Mists Weyr
Rank: Renegade
Family:
Father: Grassen : 49
Mother: Dreaia: 41
Sister: Dressen: 15
Sister: Gai: 14
Brother: Cydden: 11
Brother: Peite: 9
Sister: Tessa: 6
Friends: The people he wanders around with from hold to hold, settlement to settlement. ect. Not close enough ties with anyone though to have second thoughts about abandoning them for a new life.
Pets:None
Appearance: Cyrux has short cropped 3-4 inch black hair thats so deep and rich that it'll shine with a slight rich blue hue in bright light. Normally, it's unnoticable other then his hair being absolutely rich and black. He keeps it dirty however, so it looks tingy, oily and dirty. His eyes are almond shaped, bright blue and rimmed with thick black lashes, and then accented with medium thick black eyebrows. His most striking feature-considering the rest of him was average save for his height are his eyes. His skin an olive tone with a clear complexion left with only a few shallow pock marks. His pores would have to be closely examined to notice those superficial scars. Cyrux doesn't burn-at all. Instead, he just tans but stays at a rich mediteranean color. His nose is strong with an average bridge, his chin average and square. His overall features are average. He stands at 6'2 and weighs 185 pounds. He isn't lithe and small and neither is he bulky and meaty. He's average and toned. Albeit dirty. If Cyrux were to take off his shirt, he would have several scars through out his back, sides and arms-some self inflicted and most not. If his pants were to be taken off, he would have scars there too, moxes of tears, cuts and burns on his butt, thighs and calves. These too are self inflicted and most not. His body is smooth and toned overall, but also marred with scarred blemishes, but all keloids long healed into thick silvery strands that no longer raise.
Cyrux can usually be seen in heavy canvas brown pants, a white canvas shirt covered with tan Wherhide vest. His boots worn, but also made of dark brown Wherhide. He looks average and dirty, his only actual striking feature being his bright eyes surrounded by black lashes, dark skin and grime. He's so dirty, he could be described as gross.
Personality: Cyrux, on first impressions, is friendly and sometimes even outgoing. He seems to have a friendly enough demeanor about him, though he does tend to have a negative outlook to him and seems to make himself feel a bit better by putting others down-or has fun/teases/flirts by putting down others, though it isn't in a demeaning way usually. It's a little bit of a complicated trait that would have to be witnessed to understand. Although he seems friendly on the surface, he's secretive and doesn't give his opinion freely or his perceptions.
Overall he's kind, though crafty and doesn't mind stealing from strangers so that he might benefit from other's hardships or luck. Afterall, he's a renegade. He's hard to get to know. He maintains large and seemingly impenetrable walls to keep people out. If he starts to feel too friendly towards someone, he backlashes the emotions by acting mean or harsh or being physically rough with them and to them. Perhaps in time, his deep seeded issues will be dealt with. For right now, he does the best he can with the shortcommings given to him by a severaly dysfunctional life.
History: Cyrux was born to a Vintner acreage on the very outskirts of Lament Hold- Riverway Hold now. The orchard only grew and harvested red fruit for their wines which they made and stored in their own warehouse. Throughout the previous years before his birth the orchard was atleast prosperious, the wines having a fine bitterness to those that had the taste, and to the majority-it tasted like regular wine that hadn't been rushed in it's fermentation.
But then time passed, the hands of ownership changed and then came the current operators of the Vintner Orchard on the outskirts of Riverway Hold.
Cyrux's father Grassen had never taken his responisbilities seriously-and being the only child, his father Graven didn't even have a daugher to entrust the orchard to. And so it fell to Grassen, who had spent his time dallying around, drinking his stupor and chasing skirts that he never caught. Grassen's mother Jillissen thought it best to try and tame her son's wild irresponsible ways with an arranged marriage, to give him a family of his own to love, respect and to take charge of. At first, when the two met, everything seemed to go wonderfully. The sparks flew and the two were very interested in one another. The two were married and spent most of their days drunk with one another. Graven and Jillissen were at a loss of what to do about their wayward son and his new wife Dreaia, so they treated him with harshenss, pushing responsibility on him which just cause Grassen to rebel and drink heavier and harvest sloppier.
Graven and Jillissen gave up when their son and his wife turned 27 and 19,-which only took 3 years-they went east to find a fosterling. All did not go well however, durring their journey they came down with a respitory infection and died before they made it to the nearest anything.
Grassen and his wife, Dreaia had inherited the vintage farm, for which they celebrated by drinking heavily. As things happen with drunk people, they began to fight violently when disagreements arose. Grassen began to chace skirts again, and Dreaia, although 19, wasn't the same impressionable simpering girl that she had pretended to be that lurred Grassen into her clutches. She was begrudging and vengeful with a sharp tongue that only got sharper with use. The two's marriage began to plummet as the two, regardless of the hatred and resentment that bred it'self, they also felt love and passion for one another. Sometimes they had good drunken sessions, and sometimes they had horrible destructive episodes.
Dreaia drank as little wine as possible, just enough to stave off the delirium tremens. She atleast had discipline and responsipility to not drink habitually while pregnant. A habit that would be true for all of Dreaia's children, she feared giving birth to retarded and deformed babies so much that she dealt with the sickness, shakes and withdrawls of D.T.
Cyrux's life growing up was harsh, filled with conflict and almost loveless. His parents were too involved with one another to pay him any heed unless, of course he made a mistake. Which, were heavy backlashes. The Vintner Orchard began to fall into disrepair as Cyrux turned 4, by this time he had a sister who was freshly born.
Cyrux lived in an isolated hell, watching over his siblings which seemed to be one every 2 or 3 years, his mother being unbearable as she stopped cold her drinking while pregnant and suffered D.Ts, which she drank as softly as possible,fearing retarded and deformed children. Cyrux's father a drunken rapist to any closest to him, indiscriminating to sex. Aside from assaulting his wife, he regarded his children with the same abusive hatred, have no problems with sexually assaulting them on blackout episodes. Cyrux still maintains scars on his body from the mishandling of drunkards playing house. He had no idea by that age of 9 that there was a whole Hold just within 15 miles of his family's Orchard and fermenting warehouse. By 10, however, he had a sister of 6, an other sister of 5 and brother of 2- and the traders were coming through.
Cyrux had such a resolve at that moment that he had never felt before in his life. A deep calmness settled over him as his determination had decided the best course of action. He didn't look back though he knew that no one saw him leave the acreage of the red fruit trees. He had joined the Renegades that would go from hold to hold trading wares, services, steal, and lie.
It was much better now. But he had maintained a ruthlessness, and a deep seeded anger to those that tried to get close to him.
Time went on as Cyrux was with the renegades, learning their traditions and ways with the world. These renegades had a tendancy to give other's a bad name with their fortune telling, haggling, sometimes knock off wares, lieing, stealing and the fact that their vengeances has taken enemies to graves on several occasions. It was a ruthless group when they needed to be, but they also knew that they needed the trust of other holders to be able to survive and keep moving.
Cyrux began to take a wild spin on the dark side of life, where pride was dangeriously pared with feelings of worthlessness. It made for a group that would have eachother's back through thick but not thin-but also gave them big mouths, thin skin and easily aggressive 'go-for-the-throat' conflict resolution. As he turned 17 however, he had become well adapted and began to gain a level head-that was prone to hurting those remotley close to him. The favour was returned in kind many times, which made it harder for him to trust anyone.
Cyrux is now 19, close to turning 20. He had been searched by ____
Adoption?: No
Dragon Preferences:Mine and character: PLEASE have the dragon male!!!
Me: Ice, Azure, Tiger, Iron, CHROME, Moonlight, and Dream
He: Bronze, Tiger, Crimson, Flame, and BLOOD
