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  1. Characters and shnizz!
  2. [b]Username:[/b] Whisper
  3. [b]Character:[/b] Cyrus Rusnak
  4. [b]Gender:[/b] Female
  5. [b]Age:[/b] 21
  6. [b]Alliance:[/b] Soldier
  7. [b]Magic Skill:[/b] Manipulating in the form of binding you to promises. Rather minor, actually.
  8. [b]Personality:[/b] Cyrus is the more manipulative of the higher-ups who only cares about herself. If it will benefit her (and she will twist it so it does), she’ll do it and kill somebody in the process. She’s corrupt, yes, but a cold-hearted killer? A little bit. She works with the mindset that once she’s done with you, you’re dead- quite literally. She always ends up doing all of the talking, but since Brahm stays out of her hair most of the time with his meanderings and such, she’s fine with having to fix most of the problems.
  9. [b]History:[/b] Cyrus was the heir that her father never quite had. Always willing to do military work, she hung around the main grounds thing (I don’t know :c) and though the course of events, met Brahm. He became somewhat dependant on her, but the two soon enough rose to higher positions.
  10. [b]Appearance:[/b] Short (standing at about 5’2.5 to today’s standards) and tiny. She’s pale, not exactly ghostly pale, but pale nonetheless. Her eyes are a cold shade of blue and her hair is a somewhat metallic shade of light silver that comes about halfway down her back. Her normal uniform consists of a sort-of floor length cape (tacky I know shut up.) with gold piped trim. If she has to be parading around in the forests, she switches the cape out for a cloak, in the same colors, but just a little bit shorter. Her emblem is usually on the tie of her cape or cloak, but sometimes she wears it around her neck.
  11. [b]Role-Play Example:[/b] (With the character in this bio! Not something else!)
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  15. [b]Character:[/b] Brahm Chara
  16. [b]Gender:[/b] Male
  17. [b]Age:[/b] 27
  18. [b]Alliance:[/b] Soldier
  19. [b]Magic Skill:[/b] Can make a second limb or forelimb sprout from its corresponding joint. He's double jointed, basically.
  20. [b]Personality:[/b] Laid back and calm. Rarely says anything at all, letting Cyrus do all of the talking, interjecting now and then to say something blunt, snarky, or just plain mean. Tends to use his powers openly and freely, counting on Cyrus to handle any problems should something go awry. He sees Cyrus as a valuable ally, and while he doesn’t exactly trust her half the time he doesn’t really care. Should something threaten her he will put a stop to it, and the two generally make a good team.
  21. [b]History:[/b] Was drafted at an early age, he met Cyrus and saw her ambition as a way to get high up. He decided to help her out and soon enough the two rose to the positions they have today.
  22. [b]Appearance:[/b] Tall, dark and handsome. Hands are long and cruel, and his arms are decently muscled. Face is thin, with an upturned nose, green eyes, and black hair long enough to cover his eyes. Legs are long, as are his arms. Wears a trench coat with wide sleeves, and underneath is a black shirt with a gold trim. Wears his emblem of rank on a chain around his neck.
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  28. * Black and gold- always. Even if you have to be parading around in the wilderness for whatever reason, black and gold.
  29. * The impractical is practical if you need to make yourself look good in front of the even higher ups or your underlings. Parading around in the wilderness? Unless you’re going to be sitting pretty on a horse, leave the trailing whatevers at home.
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  37. Even in her current circumstances, a smirk tugged at the edges of Isolde’s mouth. Standing there in the presence of two obviously high ranking soldiers of course was not exactly the time to be grinning like an idiot, but they were soldiers. That was reason enough.
  38. She casually surveyed the room in which she was being held, trying not to let the suspicion that escape would not all be easy surface. The soldier standing closest to the door - Byron - She was all to familiar with, having caused her and the gang enough grief from before. The other two though, she did not recognize at all, obviously to important for running around the forest and chasing after the likes of herself. “Well?” She asked, looking from one to the other expectantly.
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  40. “Well? You know good and well why we’re here,” Cyrus said with a hint of annoyance. This was going to be an annoying one, she was sure of that. And if their catch decided to run, so be it. Field adventures was not one of her favorite things, and cold, damp fortresses only made it worse. She moved some hair out of her face and let out a sigh. Doing all of the talking and doing it right fell all on her and it did not make her happy one bit.
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  42. “And if you do decide to run, it won’t be pretty, I assure you.”
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  44. “Maybe we should cut off her legs. It would help her stop smirking at least.” It was the first thing Brahm said the whole time. As he did he got up from his corner, showing his full stature. Walking in between Cyrus and the girl, he turned to the soldier and asked, “What exactly does she do?”
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  46. Byron snorted with a mix of agitation and disgust, knowing all to well what their captive could do. “Roasts people alive and drowns them from the inside.” The drowning part he knew nothing about, but he was already sweating because of the mere fact they were in the same room. It wasn't fear though, Byron would not dare admit that, just an unhealthy hate for the rebel leader. “She’s a murderer, that’s all there is to it. We should be rid of her while we still have the chance.”
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  48. The remark about cutting off her legs only caused Isolde to grin all the more, though even she knew it was just trying to put on a brave front. For all she knew they really would.
  49. And they’re pretty darn nice legs too... She couldnt help thinking, just for the sake of it.
  50. “Need a demonstration?” She asked, glaring at Byron. Unless she had absolutely had to, she had never committed murder, at least not the way she saw it. The soldiers had done things just as bad, if not worse. Everyone was perfectly even.
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  52. “No need for a demonstration. We don’t like having to resort to violence, right Brahm?” Cyrus sing-songed. That was an utter lie and she knew it, but why scare the girl half to death? It wasn’t going to get them anywhere fast. A little bit of fear was all that she needed for her purposes, but her purposes wouldn’t do here. She stepped beside Brahm, hope that how short she was wasn’t going to make their captive grin even more like an idiot.
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  54. As his comrade stepped back, Brahm stepped forward. “She isn’t going to talk to us without any prompting”, he said tonelessly. Close to the girl, four arms reached out of the left sleeve of his coat. Two of them grabbed her arms while the others restrained her legs, and as he held her up in the air he said in the same voice as before, “I have four others that are free to do whatever I want. Talk.”
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  56. The ridiculous grin was wiped right from Isolde’s face when that happened, despite her iron will that she would not let them get even the slightest idea she was more than grimly amused with the situation. “About what?” She finally gasped after calming herself a bit. Some of her was tempted to laugh. They were traitors, that much was obvious. It had to be magic that the man was using and it only seemed Byron was the one with any qualms. “I thought we were just talking a minute ago anyway.”
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  58. As the extra set of arms extended from Brahm’s left sleeve, Byron found himself once again thinking himself the only loyal one in the world. He grit his teeth to keep back from the tyraid he would have gone on with anyone else. How the two had managed to get so far was both very evident now and also absolutely infuriating. “Traitors.” He mumbled under his breath, hoping they would be to busy to even hear him.
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  60. “But that was only idle chit-chat, and Brahm, do be civilized. I certainly don’t want her dead before we’re done,” And I’d rather have the pleasure of killing her myself, she said to herself while trying to stifle a giggle. She would have to deal with Byron later with convincing him that what he saw was just a product of the low light. Probably wouldn’t be easy, but she didn’t care. “And I would think that introductions would be needed since what we need is usually brought to us,” if this didn’t drive the point home, she didn’t know what would, “I’m Cyrus Rusnak, Legate. Unless you want to be on our bad lists, I wouldn’t get any ideas.”
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  62. “And I’m Brahm”. He turned his head to the soldier gritting his teeth at them from the door. “I think he disapproves.”, he said to Cyrus, keeping his eye on the soldier. “Maybe we should cut his legs off too.”
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