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Amber, Silent Death, Boy, Slave, Fioln Jr.

Male

23

179lbs

5’10”

It looks like a fire on top of his head, mostly red with underlays and hints of gold and orange.

Most of the time, it’s slightly messy and spiked up, as if he ran his fingers through it.

N/A

Amber. His eyes seem to glow in dim light

Human

Despite hours spent in the sunlight, Cyris stil has pale skin that is unable to hold a drop of sun

Lean with corded muscle.

If you look at his back when he’s shirtless, there are scars from years of shipping’s and abuse. Other than that, there are random nicks and small scars all over his body, and his hands are calloused from constant use of weapons.

His mind hearted interior has been scared due to his up bringing, so he tends to have a rough, jaded output. His tone almost always short and snapoy, he tends towards borderline offensive and he has a 'strike first as questions never' attitude. Inside he's kind, and is just super curious, and sometimes the curiosity can be seen when he starts asking lost of questions about things.

Cyris was orphaned when he was just 2, and a guard on the Scarlet Broches found him in the fire that burned his parents home down. The guard, Captain Fioln, became his adoptive father, raising Cyris from the moment he could walk and hold things, to be silent on his feet, listen and be deadly. Cyris enjoyed his training and looked forward to it everyday. But along side the trading came schooling. This, Cyris resented with a burning passion, and would do anything to get out of them.
He quickly learned though, that Fioln was smart, and when Cyris got out of his studies, he made the boy miss training as well. So, Cyris learned to accept the evil and learned the content he was supposed to.
By the age of 13, Cyris was one of the best trains fighters, better than every boy his age and ahead of them by 3 years. This lead Cyris to be taken on as an assassin and body guard for on of the 'Selected' in the society when he was only 14. The boy could beat anyone in a straight out fight who was 18, and had been training just as long as he had. Despite his rigours training thiugh, he refused to do hand to hand, preferring the shadows and stealth of assassination. If you wanted someone dead, he would kill them, but every time you put him in the ring with someone, he would never be able to finish them.
After years of abuse and miss treatment from the person who had hired him, he decided to run away, oh to get caught, whipped and then sent back to work without a days rest for healing. Cyris ran away people times, only for the punishments to get worse. It eventually became clear, though he was fed well, clothed well and sheltered well, he was little more than a slave in his master's eyes.