Cyrrius

"Don't waste a single day, chummer." Appearance Cyrrius (seer-ee-uhs) is an elven woman standing at about 193cm tall plus whatever her current footwear adds, built on a slender frame. She can't quite be called skinny though because she sports a fair amount of muscle, in the range of a gymnast or track and field athlete. She keeps her hair a bright bubblegum pink color, worn hanging loose down past her shoulders. Her eyes shine a subdued lavender color, which is probably as unnatural as her hair coloring. She also has a datajack visible on her right temple. Her skin is light and fair, and if she has any scars they aren't on her face. Her features are classically pretty with large expressive eyes over fine cheekbones, and when she smiles enough to show teeth it's an effortlessly warm and beaming expression. In another life, she probably could have made it as a trid star. Plot Hooks Veteran Cyrrius is clearly ex-military, from her training to her implants. Seems like she's from Tir Tairngire based on her fighting style and bi-lingual Sperethiel accent. Whether she wants to talk about it is a different matter, of course. Barfly When not on a job Cyrrius blows off steam and avoids thinking too much about the 'bad old days' via carousing, heavily. She can be found on most nights and some days on a bar stool or bar hopping between watering holes, mostly of the dive variety. She is a boisterous and happy type of drunk though, not the brooding in a dark corner type. Muscle Cyrrius is for hire, usually as some form of muscle or security. She can carry enough firepower to discourage others from trying their luck, and use it effectively if they push the issue. She can also blend into many areas as an inobtrusive bodyguard even pretending to be an assistant, as long as she doesn't have to pass through a cyberware scanner. She doesn't miss noticing much going on around her, and she can be pretty effective with small concealed arms or even unarmed. Instructor Cyrrius is beginning to offer training, starting with Athletics and Carromeleg at the Aurora Academy of Self Defense. Other subjects may be available to people she knows, mainly combat skills and social skills. + Show Secret Plot Hooks Secret Plot Hooks AWOL Cyrrius went AWOL after a mission for a PMC (Merc company) went FUBAR. She thinks she's probably listed as MIA or KIA, she left her dog tags behind in a smoking hole full of body parts, and some of the blood in there was hers. She hasn't wanted to stir up that hornet's nest to check for sure though, and doesn't use her real SIN. Background + Show Background (As of June 2083) Cyrrius began life a couple of decades and some change ago as Melissa Roberts, an elf born in the Pacific Northwest of Tir Tairngire. She grew up never really appreciating how well she actually had it in life, as a talented youngster with lots of options and opportunities. Smart, beautiful, strong, fast, the only gift she lacked was magic. In her late teens she gave into the sweet talk of military recruiters and signed on with the Tir army, placing well and seemingly on a fast track towards a career in special forces. That idea didn't last very long though, once meeting with reality. Part of the problem was Melissa's tendency to coast along and rest on her laurels when given a chance, since she'd never really had to work too hard for anything. And then there's the fact that war is hell, and it turns out that she really did not like the taste of combat she got in the service. She washed out of the Ghost training program, and was then funneled into a contract pipeline feeding veterans still full of military hardware into private military and security corporations. This too was not a fun part of her life, filled with violence and unpleasant responsibilities. So when her unit was defeated in heavy combat during a firefight that officially Did Not Happen, she took her chance and went AWOL. She's not sure what her official paperwork status settled out to be, figuring it was better to not stick around and find out. With any luck, they think she's KIA. It's a shame her family will think the same thing, but you can't have everything. Since then she's had to work the shadows in Denver to make rent, since she really only has one marketable skill set. It still beats the military life though. There's nobody barking orders all day and making her exercise until she pukes if she comes home smelling like a still after a night of drinking. And since you never know when your time is going to run out, you might as well enjoy the present as much as possible. The past is no place to linger, that's for sure. As for the work itself, well, it's no picnic. She doesn't enjoy killing, and she'd rather not if she doesn't have to, but at the same time she's not going to surrender to any corpo goons unless there's no other way out alive. Seen on the streets of Denver now, Cyrrius doesn't much resemble the girl she was back in Tir. She's still tall, beautiful, and dangerous, but she's got a lot more style now that she's left the military dress code behind. She stands tall at 193cm, but with a slender frame that puts her somewhere around 70kg or maybe a hair under. Her hair is worn long and loose around her shoulders, colored an unnaturally bright bubblegum pink. Her ears are artificial and often hidden under her hair, but maintain the classic elven pointed profile. Her eyes shine a subdued lavender color, often peering out over a face mask when on the job. When not working she spends most of her nights out carousing on the town. If you meet her at the bar while the drinks are still flowing, you'll be treated to a dazzling smile and a laugh that lights up the room. Outfits And Style Dressed down and casual. Just your basic leather pants and crop top. Her exercise clothes. Leather outfit for being out at the bars . A fancy dress for formal occasions. A little thing for dancing at the club. Shiny! Name Melissa Roberts AKA Cyrrius [seer-ee-uhs] Nationality Tir Tairngire Metatype Elf Archetype Mercenary Birthdate December 25, 2058 Eyes Violet Hair Bubblegum Pink Ethnicity Caucasian Height 193 cm Build Slender but muscled Cybernetics Visible Datajack, more under the hood Fashion Street chic or more militant, depending The title you enter here is not shown and only serves as visible title in the indices. Simply use the commenting character alias. SEARCHING SHADOWLANDS.........[ OK ] THREADS FOUND: 0 DISPLAYING