Zyru [Cavalier]
Oct 17, 2014 22:36:04 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 22:36:04 GMT
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Zyru
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty Four
BIRTHDAY
October 23rd
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Cavalier, Fighter, Pegasus Knight, Archer
POSITIVES
Loyal, Serious, Reliable, Level Headed, Calm
NEGATIVES
Stoic, Judgmental, Solitary, Cold, Blunt,
BIO
The aspects of a privileged life are not unknown to Zyru. He was born to Ylissean Nobility, his house being one that was steadily involved in the production and trade of weapons for Yllistol's army. In his early childhood, Zyru enjoyed the safe confines of his house's manor, barricaded from the harshness of the world outside. Within those walls he was taught the gentry skills that most nobles of such an era were; swordsmanship, horse mastery, and the necessary etiquette of chivalry. He was schooled on the theology of knighthood, justice and pride, and in his mind he dreamed of growing up to be a Knight of the Kingdom, serving the Exalt and protecting the Ylissean people from any and all threats that may have come. There was never a moment where he would have sought to sit upon the throne for himself. That sense of duty never left him, and the whispers from beyond his house's grounds did not fail to reach his ears. He had heard of the skirmishes, the wars, the return of Grima, yet this did not deter him from his goal.
That burning sense of determination remained, even when other memories did not. The events of his childhood are but a foggy cloud to him at this point, be it through subconscious protection, or time, he finds it difficult to recall the events that brought about the destruction of his house. He was told it was an invasion, the Risen, and those loyal to Grima leveled his home to the ground, in a bid to weaken the arms of the Exalt and the Ylissean forces. Stories tell of relentless bloodshed upon the grounds, servants and family alike being hunted down and slain without mercy. It was a guard of the grounds that took the infant Zyru and fled, half bleeding himself, towards Yllistol. By the time they arrived, the guard was dead, slumped over on the horse, the animal moving as if by command of the corpse above it; his will surpassing the boundaries of the mortal coil.
He was taken in by the soldiers within Yllistol, brought to the barracks within the city, where he lived within the castle grounds. The soldiers stationed there became his family, him their little brother. The soldiers who resided in the barracks helped him mourn the passing of his family, and in time bestowed all forms of wisdom upon him. He spent his days there coming to and from the barracks and the palace, his noble blood granting him such things.
In all those years of privilege within Yllistol, Zyru never lost sight of his determination or dreams, in fact, the slaughter of his family only fueled the burning passion inside him more, and he forfeited the rights of nobility and dedicated his life to the service of the Exalts. He sacrificed the comfort of his noble bed chamber, and instead joined the soldiers within the barracks, formally enlisting into the service of the Ylissean Army. There, the skills he learned as a child were only honed and improved, and by the time he was 15 years of age, Zyru was already making a name for himself on the battlefield.
By the time of his 20th birthday, Zyru had become a renowned Cavalier amongst the ranks, considered a prodigy in strategy, and an even more ruthless fighter. He soon became known amongst his comrades as "Zyru the Unfazed," albeit unoriginal. It was a title that came around due to his ruthless nature on the battle field. Those who observe him note his stoic expression, his seemingly always calm demeanor, almost entirely unfazed by any situation that he is faced with, no matter how dire the circumstances, yet despite this, he has never lost the sense of chivalry and justice that were taught to him, in fact he considers them the keystone of his noble birthright. During these many skirmishes, Zyru rose through the ranks.
It was by chance that; when it came time that Dorian marched upon Yllistol, took the Throne Room and announced the formation of the Knights of Cydonia, Zyru just so happened to be in Yllistol to witness it. He had heard of the commotion within the throne room, and rushed to the Palace, sword in hand as if to deter some kind of uprising. Instead, he heard the inspirational words of a fellow noble. It was in those moments that Zyru realised that the halidom would only truly function with somebody at the helm; an organized strike against the enemy, and in that moment, Zyru immediately abolished all his claims to his noble birthright once and for all and followed Dorian in his crusade, becoming his trusted lieutenant, and an indestructible pillar of support for the young leader.
OTHER
Zyru has been noted as being a somewhat eccentric character in his own right. There are a number of personality traits about him that are often looked upon with confusion. Notably, he always carries two swords with him, inside and out of combat, yet; for reasons unknown, he only ever uses one of these, even when dire situations would be redeemed by the duel use of these weapons.
His peacetime traits are also often met with perplexity, as he often confines himself within his tent or quarters for hours at a time to enjoy a good book, almost always of non-ficion and factual origin, whilst enjoying vast quantities of potted tea. Late at night, he has also been observed walking the grounds of their camp for long durations, and also entering the stables and speaking to the horses and pegasus' as though they could understand each other.
FACE-CLAIM
HAKUOKI SHINSENGUMI KITAN, saitou hajime
Zyru
GROUP
Ylissean
AGE
Twenty Four
BIRTHDAY
October 23rd
WEAPON
Sword
CLASSES
Cavalier, Fighter, Pegasus Knight, Archer
POSITIVES
Loyal, Serious, Reliable, Level Headed, Calm
NEGATIVES
Stoic, Judgmental, Solitary, Cold, Blunt,
BIO
The aspects of a privileged life are not unknown to Zyru. He was born to Ylissean Nobility, his house being one that was steadily involved in the production and trade of weapons for Yllistol's army. In his early childhood, Zyru enjoyed the safe confines of his house's manor, barricaded from the harshness of the world outside. Within those walls he was taught the gentry skills that most nobles of such an era were; swordsmanship, horse mastery, and the necessary etiquette of chivalry. He was schooled on the theology of knighthood, justice and pride, and in his mind he dreamed of growing up to be a Knight of the Kingdom, serving the Exalt and protecting the Ylissean people from any and all threats that may have come. There was never a moment where he would have sought to sit upon the throne for himself. That sense of duty never left him, and the whispers from beyond his house's grounds did not fail to reach his ears. He had heard of the skirmishes, the wars, the return of Grima, yet this did not deter him from his goal.
That burning sense of determination remained, even when other memories did not. The events of his childhood are but a foggy cloud to him at this point, be it through subconscious protection, or time, he finds it difficult to recall the events that brought about the destruction of his house. He was told it was an invasion, the Risen, and those loyal to Grima leveled his home to the ground, in a bid to weaken the arms of the Exalt and the Ylissean forces. Stories tell of relentless bloodshed upon the grounds, servants and family alike being hunted down and slain without mercy. It was a guard of the grounds that took the infant Zyru and fled, half bleeding himself, towards Yllistol. By the time they arrived, the guard was dead, slumped over on the horse, the animal moving as if by command of the corpse above it; his will surpassing the boundaries of the mortal coil.
He was taken in by the soldiers within Yllistol, brought to the barracks within the city, where he lived within the castle grounds. The soldiers stationed there became his family, him their little brother. The soldiers who resided in the barracks helped him mourn the passing of his family, and in time bestowed all forms of wisdom upon him. He spent his days there coming to and from the barracks and the palace, his noble blood granting him such things.
In all those years of privilege within Yllistol, Zyru never lost sight of his determination or dreams, in fact, the slaughter of his family only fueled the burning passion inside him more, and he forfeited the rights of nobility and dedicated his life to the service of the Exalts. He sacrificed the comfort of his noble bed chamber, and instead joined the soldiers within the barracks, formally enlisting into the service of the Ylissean Army. There, the skills he learned as a child were only honed and improved, and by the time he was 15 years of age, Zyru was already making a name for himself on the battlefield.
By the time of his 20th birthday, Zyru had become a renowned Cavalier amongst the ranks, considered a prodigy in strategy, and an even more ruthless fighter. He soon became known amongst his comrades as "Zyru the Unfazed," albeit unoriginal. It was a title that came around due to his ruthless nature on the battle field. Those who observe him note his stoic expression, his seemingly always calm demeanor, almost entirely unfazed by any situation that he is faced with, no matter how dire the circumstances, yet despite this, he has never lost the sense of chivalry and justice that were taught to him, in fact he considers them the keystone of his noble birthright. During these many skirmishes, Zyru rose through the ranks.
It was by chance that; when it came time that Dorian marched upon Yllistol, took the Throne Room and announced the formation of the Knights of Cydonia, Zyru just so happened to be in Yllistol to witness it. He had heard of the commotion within the throne room, and rushed to the Palace, sword in hand as if to deter some kind of uprising. Instead, he heard the inspirational words of a fellow noble. It was in those moments that Zyru realised that the halidom would only truly function with somebody at the helm; an organized strike against the enemy, and in that moment, Zyru immediately abolished all his claims to his noble birthright once and for all and followed Dorian in his crusade, becoming his trusted lieutenant, and an indestructible pillar of support for the young leader.
OTHER
Zyru has been noted as being a somewhat eccentric character in his own right. There are a number of personality traits about him that are often looked upon with confusion. Notably, he always carries two swords with him, inside and out of combat, yet; for reasons unknown, he only ever uses one of these, even when dire situations would be redeemed by the duel use of these weapons.
His peacetime traits are also often met with perplexity, as he often confines himself within his tent or quarters for hours at a time to enjoy a good book, almost always of non-ficion and factual origin, whilst enjoying vast quantities of potted tea. Late at night, he has also been observed walking the grounds of their camp for long durations, and also entering the stables and speaking to the horses and pegasus' as though they could understand each other.
FACE-CLAIM
HAKUOKI SHINSENGUMI KITAN, saitou hajime
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