liamliam1234liam -> RE: The Last Light of Autumn: The Siege of Melos OOC (Slots Open) (6/10/2016 1:40:35)
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I will add the other elements later. Let me know what you think of the biography, though. I know I was rather vague at points, but that was intentional. I would rather the specifics be left to the imagination. Nice to see you GMing again, Reaper. Character Name: Cyrus Lestol Age: 22 Race: Human Occupation: Scholar, I guess. Skills: Advanced Unarmed Combat Training; Prodigious Swordsmanship; Extensive General Weapons Expertise; Expansive Base of Knowledge (within the context of the game, specifically regarding the city) Abilities: Intuition; Perspicacity; Limited Persuasion; Enhanced Physique (Strength/Speed/Reflexes/Constitution/Vitality/Endurance/Agility) Inventory: Leather plating; long dagger (hidden); jian (sheathed); longsword; studded gauntlets Character Bio: "People liked to tell me I was bright. They were correct - and still are correct, for that matter - but not all aspects of a person need to be highlighted, you know? "People also liked to tell me how I had immense potential. That was accurate, too, yet I never felt it was much of a compliment. It struck me as more of an obligation, as if achieving 'only' as much as a normal person would be some massive disappointment. Even still, I tried to meet the lofty expectations placed upon me. I rapidly absorbed information and advanced through my studies at a rate which of course only increased the gravity of people's predictions for my future. I was told if I continued at my pace and truly worked for it, I could probably be the youngest member of the City Guard in history. My qualification for the role of Protector was assumed. Any time I spent as a Protector would be perceived as a necessary but ultimately needless minimisation of my full capabilities. I do not know what it says about our society for that to be the peak. Well, I guess maybe that perspective overlooks the Watchers of the Glade, but the Watchers to a certain extent exist beyond most people's ideas of employment... Sorry; I know that was not an especially important digression, but I felt I needed to mention them because perhaps if I had been more clerically inclined no one would have bothered to exert pressure upon me to use my talents the way they felt best. "I will not pretend I was similarly prodigious at the physical element of Protector training, but I told myself I would simply be more of a scholarly Protector. I do not mean to imply I was inadequate at combat; just by comparison, it was certainly of lesser appeal. I was good, though. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say I was effective. Part of the problem was my lack of inclination to fight. I learned how, and as a result I would feel confident handling almost anyone outside the Protector clique (and a fair proportion of the people trained as Protectors), but I always preferred to resolve conflicts as quickly as possible. See the origin of the problem and address it. If need be, highlight a few weak points and strike quickly. Make sure fights are over before they can truly start. Always search for the most immediate logical means of success. It might not have been a method which looked impressive to an outsider, but it was a certainly a reliable method. Even still, I do not think at my core I was every meant to fulfill that role. If only I had accepted that sooner. "Look, I know the Protectors are beloved. However, no group of people is always perfect. Even in a discipline with stringent ethical standards, some of the wrong people can slip through. I know. I watched it happen. People like to play it off as an accident, but accidents like that... Well, how about we just say those types of 'accidents' tend to not be wholly accidental. It is just easier to pretend otherwise. To pretend there are no flaws in the system. I guess now we are all seeing the inevitable results of that mentality, huh? Sorry, I... actually, no, I am going to stand by that statement. This was always going to happen at some point. We were just unlikely enough to be the ones to experience it. "After all, nothing lasts forever. "Anyway, to get back on topic, the added insult was the sheer needlessness of the tragedy. I... I am sorry, but could you please give me a moment. ... Okay. I do not... No, I cannot do this. I would rather not revisit these memories too much. I try to block them out. I did not handle it well for the first while, and I know acceptance is the final stage of grief or whatever, but some things hurt too much to accept. Maybe in a few more years. (Assuming I even have a few more years left.) "Some pricks tried to comfort me by using that bromide about 'being in the wrong place at the wrong time'. No, that... that cretin was the one who acted. Yes, if she had been elsewhere at that precise moment, it probably does not happen. But he did it, and you cannot tell me he could not have NOT done it. Even that is brushed under the rug, saying it was one 'mistake', and in the grand scheme of the organisation it does not matter. Well, it matters to me. How can you be part of that group when you experienced what I did? How could you join them after knowing they were responsible for... for that. "No one blamed me for leaving. Few people are that insensitive. You can sense it, though: the disappointment, on my behalf! As if the real tragedy were how such a 'freak occurrence' prevented me from achieving my true potential. They were supposed to be better. They were supposed to be better, and they failed. He was never even tried. At least he was removed from his position; in other careers, that is hardly a guarantee. He deserved worse, though. Maybe they knew he deserved worse, but again, it is much better to appear as if they are on some higher moral level. I could never be a part of that. Not now. "After that, I returned solely to my studies. At least that offered some comfort. I never forgot the training. I might even be better now than I was. Now, though, I keep myself in shape for me. Not for them. Never for them. "The first months were the worst. Of course, they usually are. At my nadir - and I am not proud of this, but by now you are probably curious about the voice anyway, so I may as well tell you - I tried to poison myself. I just wanted to remove the crushing weight upon me, regarding my future, my past, my feelings at what was the present... Obviously, it did not work. My attempt was admittedly halfhearted; I had barely paid attention to the effects of the herbs I tried to used, and I was mostly just leaving things up to fate at that point. "As far as consequences go, mine were externally minimal. My vocal chords bore the brunt of any damage; I find myself unable to adequately project my voice (at least, not without considerable pain), and I speak more softly than before. A stranger probably would not think much of it, and frankly the change kind-of suits me. On a more serious note, I was also told quite unequivocally my 'rash decision' had left certain toxins in my body which would gradually kill me anyway. Most estimates were that I took several decades off what would have been my normal lifespan. Still, it could have been worse. I have never told anyone this, but there were other imperceptible effects. You could even go so far to call them benefits, as morbid as that idea seems in context. I wish I could find the herbalist who initially sold those herbs to me (although my memory goes strangely blank whenever I attempt to picture his visage), because perhaps he could explain the other side effects I experienced. My mind seems sharper now (which is saying quite a bit), and I do not think I have ever felt this healthy, this vital, this quick, or this strong. It was not until the invasion that I began to perceive a certain sense of purpose in this extraordinary circumstance. Before, I felt lost, yet again feeling a responsibility to properly use my attributes while not knowing how. Now? Well, I already managed to save a few people during the mass exodus; I have a feeling I will end up needing to save a few more."
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