Post by Cylie on Aug 27, 2020 10:13:16 GMT -8
Cylie's Files
Name: Cylie Chizu
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Cylie takes the appearance of a young woman with above average height, evergreen eyes and tanned skin. Her dark brown hair is normally tied into a rather long ponytail held in place by a small white ribbon, the ends of the ribbon standing up, although, on some occasions, Cylie will allow all of her hair to flow freely, normally not in combat. Her usual training outfit is an all black, short dress with red trimmings, covered by a small, light grey jacket with samurai-esque leg armor on each side. She always wears her trusty wrist guards, on her forearms with white bandages underneath. She also wears white, loose socks with brown dress shoes. Around her neck is a long black cape with a white outline. She always carries around a total of seven scabbards, and six of them are sometimes strapped on her behind and the seventh, the largest one, kept safely secure on her back. Her smug smile is a signature face for her, and she wears it often.
Personality:
Cylie has been described as a difficult person to deal with: extreme, impetuous, vengeful, psychopathic, unhinged, unpredictable, untamed, infamous, and homicidal. Despite all of this, she usually speaks in a joking or humorous tone, as if she was desperately trying to look like an at least half normal person. Although her so-called 'sense of humor' can get dark and sadistic at times. Always one to find the selfish good out of nearly any situation, she thinks of herself as irresistibly hilarious despite her obvious flaws, often making wisecracks, sarcastic quips and asking rhetorical questions. In fact, her humor is probably the most memorable thing about her. She does everything in a sociopathic and relentless manner(much different from her accomplices). Although Cylie is like this, she is honest about it, being fully aware of her dangerous nature, and tries her best to not show hypocrisy. She hates hypocrisy. She cares little for things that do not concern her, and because of this, you can assume that she isn't much of a people person. Especially when the only upside she can see to interaction outside of her little gang is going about her regular entertainment at the expense of those she happens to encounter instead of her friends. She often does many things without thinking twice, and usually deosn't take into consideration the consequences that might follow her. She's dealt with said consequences for about as long as she could remember, anyways. Despite her nature, she is assuredly skilled at what she does, which is something that she's enjoyed and revelled in ever since she was a toddler. Ovreall, I guess you could call her a near insufferable brat that demands respect from anybody at their expense, no matter who the hell you are.
History:
Cylie was given the short end of the stick by the world at her birth, her mother passing away due to it, leaving only her and her father to live on their own. The poor, unfortunate man couldn't contain the pure resentment he had for that fateful day, and the resentment he had even for his own child. Long story short, she had ended up murdering her father, and running away from home at a tender age that she didn't remember. Those early days are rather blurry and hard to remember, but the girl does remember the last time she'd seen her father's face before his demise. That image lingered in her mind for a long time, but it didn't bring the girl remorse. Rather, remembering how she did the deed made her feel... powerful. She left to fend for herself without a home, and she quickly realized that for the bottom feeders of society, the outside world went by one rule and one rule alone. Kill, or be killed. She stumbled around the wilderness and some random towns for a while until she came across the Crimson Wind, a semi-notorious gang of thieves who were attempting to rob what little she had from her. After impressively fighting back ferociously and tenaciously against one of the members, one of them felt a soft spot for the child, and offered Cylie a spot in the gang. Having nowhere to call home, the little girl agreed, despite the protests from the other members. Regardless, she fit in quickly. She was taught almost everything she knows today by them, and Cylie thought of them as family. She felt loved, wanted, useful for once. That contrasted how she felt with her biological family. She even ended up forcefully usurping the leader of the thieves by force, who coincidentally was the same person who let Cylie in the team in the first place. On one fateful day, Cylie and a few other members of the Crimson Wind attempted to steal some of the Sacred Water Of Korin, a substance so rare that it's mere existence could only be described as… divine. Tragically, that attempt at stealing some of that divine liquid was cut short by their brutal murders. Cylie was the sole remaining member, and before she was set to meet her own doom, she had taken a swig of the Sacred Water in desperation. The sheer rush that hit her was like a speeding train, but instead of succumbing to her wounds, she embraced the strength of the sacred liquid. She tore her way out of that temple as if she were a dangerous, rabid animal, never calculating or considering any move she made. Only... attacking, killing and destroying. She had escaped back to the other surviving members with a sample of the divine substance. That fateful instance led to her becoming the dark, yet narcissistic woman she is today.
Name: Cylie Chizu
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Cylie takes the appearance of a young woman with above average height, evergreen eyes and tanned skin. Her dark brown hair is normally tied into a rather long ponytail held in place by a small white ribbon, the ends of the ribbon standing up, although, on some occasions, Cylie will allow all of her hair to flow freely, normally not in combat. Her usual training outfit is an all black, short dress with red trimmings, covered by a small, light grey jacket with samurai-esque leg armor on each side. She always wears her trusty wrist guards, on her forearms with white bandages underneath. She also wears white, loose socks with brown dress shoes. Around her neck is a long black cape with a white outline. She always carries around a total of seven scabbards, and six of them are sometimes strapped on her behind and the seventh, the largest one, kept safely secure on her back. Her smug smile is a signature face for her, and she wears it often.
Personality:
Cylie has been described as a difficult person to deal with: extreme, impetuous, vengeful, psychopathic, unhinged, unpredictable, untamed, infamous, and homicidal. Despite all of this, she usually speaks in a joking or humorous tone, as if she was desperately trying to look like an at least half normal person. Although her so-called 'sense of humor' can get dark and sadistic at times. Always one to find the selfish good out of nearly any situation, she thinks of herself as irresistibly hilarious despite her obvious flaws, often making wisecracks, sarcastic quips and asking rhetorical questions. In fact, her humor is probably the most memorable thing about her. She does everything in a sociopathic and relentless manner(much different from her accomplices). Although Cylie is like this, she is honest about it, being fully aware of her dangerous nature, and tries her best to not show hypocrisy. She hates hypocrisy. She cares little for things that do not concern her, and because of this, you can assume that she isn't much of a people person. Especially when the only upside she can see to interaction outside of her little gang is going about her regular entertainment at the expense of those she happens to encounter instead of her friends. She often does many things without thinking twice, and usually deosn't take into consideration the consequences that might follow her. She's dealt with said consequences for about as long as she could remember, anyways. Despite her nature, she is assuredly skilled at what she does, which is something that she's enjoyed and revelled in ever since she was a toddler. Ovreall, I guess you could call her a near insufferable brat that demands respect from anybody at their expense, no matter who the hell you are.
History:
Cylie was given the short end of the stick by the world at her birth, her mother passing away due to it, leaving only her and her father to live on their own. The poor, unfortunate man couldn't contain the pure resentment he had for that fateful day, and the resentment he had even for his own child. Long story short, she had ended up murdering her father, and running away from home at a tender age that she didn't remember. Those early days are rather blurry and hard to remember, but the girl does remember the last time she'd seen her father's face before his demise. That image lingered in her mind for a long time, but it didn't bring the girl remorse. Rather, remembering how she did the deed made her feel... powerful. She left to fend for herself without a home, and she quickly realized that for the bottom feeders of society, the outside world went by one rule and one rule alone. Kill, or be killed. She stumbled around the wilderness and some random towns for a while until she came across the Crimson Wind, a semi-notorious gang of thieves who were attempting to rob what little she had from her. After impressively fighting back ferociously and tenaciously against one of the members, one of them felt a soft spot for the child, and offered Cylie a spot in the gang. Having nowhere to call home, the little girl agreed, despite the protests from the other members. Regardless, she fit in quickly. She was taught almost everything she knows today by them, and Cylie thought of them as family. She felt loved, wanted, useful for once. That contrasted how she felt with her biological family. She even ended up forcefully usurping the leader of the thieves by force, who coincidentally was the same person who let Cylie in the team in the first place. On one fateful day, Cylie and a few other members of the Crimson Wind attempted to steal some of the Sacred Water Of Korin, a substance so rare that it's mere existence could only be described as… divine. Tragically, that attempt at stealing some of that divine liquid was cut short by their brutal murders. Cylie was the sole remaining member, and before she was set to meet her own doom, she had taken a swig of the Sacred Water in desperation. The sheer rush that hit her was like a speeding train, but instead of succumbing to her wounds, she embraced the strength of the sacred liquid. She tore her way out of that temple as if she were a dangerous, rabid animal, never calculating or considering any move she made. Only... attacking, killing and destroying. She had escaped back to the other surviving members with a sample of the divine substance. That fateful instance led to her becoming the dark, yet narcissistic woman she is today.