Cyrus Wright
Aug 16, 2014 20:38:04 GMT -5
Post by Cyrus Wright on Aug 16, 2014 20:38:04 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Cyrus Jerome Wright
Nicknames: C.J., Cy
Age: 34
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Trainer/Philosophy Teacher
Powers: Cyrus can manipulate emotion, just one in particular, fear. He can magnify it much more easily than diminish, though after many years of practice he has become adept at both. It drains him physically to do either for an extended period of time and can lead to dizziness, nauseous, vomiting, and flu-like symptoms for days if he overextends himself. He can sense other people's fear, not necessarily its roots, but simply the emotion almost seems to manifest physically, like an aura around the person. It takes conscious effort for him to manipulate the emotion, it doesn't happen on accident even if he may have lied several times and said that was the case. During the manipulation it is difficult to tell if he is affecting a person, but after the fact it can be sensed from the way the emotion seems to jump from often only a vague feeling to something that can be crippling depending on how far he pushes. It requires no special physical movements from him, though he has something of a tell, his fingers on his left hand often twitching spasmodically when he is using his power.
Play By: Travis Fimmel
The Details
Hair Color: Dark blonde
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Any Piercings? Both ears, rarely wears earrings
Any Tattoos? Several tribal tattoos, back and chest, and 'Eliana' in simple script on his left side about four inches below his armpit
Any Scars? Road rash on his right forearm and lower right back.
General Appearance: Cyrus is not overwhelmingly tall, standing at 5’11”, but he has a stocky, muscular build. He is generally pretty tan, spending much of his time outside. He carries himself with a slightly arrogant swagger and can at times be physically intimidating, something he is aware of and uses to his advantage when he needs to. He has a variety of small scars, normal wear and tear, as well as a nasty bit of road rash on the lower right of his back and part of his right forearm. He has a few tribal tattoos from when he was younger (and foolish, if you ask him), on his back and chest, and his daughter’s name on his left side a few inches under his armpit in a simple script.
His face is symmetrical and general pleasing to the eye. His has an expressive face and a very charming smile when he so chooses, but he is also easy to read, and more often than not he spends the day smirking in a self-satisfied way that can irritate people and put them on guard. He has pale blue eyes that tend to squint when he smiles or when he is particularly angry. He keeps a full beard of dark blonde hair and his thick hair is shoulder length, though he often sweeps it back off his face in a loose pony tail.
Personality: Cyrus does not go with the flow. He is demanding, ambitious, and arrogant. His belief in himself is a paramount foundation of his personality. He is intelligent but borders on eccentricity, letting strange things consume his mind power more often than not. He is well versed in a variety of obscure topics, often catching people off guard. He is often viewed as being moody, quick to flash from one emotion to the next, at times with no particular explanation. He can be both a terror and a boon to his students, depending on his mood, and is rarely considered dependable. He is a man of his word, so long as it continues to suit him and whatever his purpose may be.
He dislikes explaining himself or his motives, usually finding that others do not understand his inner workings, and tends to be very guarded about himself. He has an excellent sense of others, and could empathize well, however he uses it to manipulate and control. Despite his arrogance and demanding personality some people are drawn to him, often in hindsight because of those particular traits, because he pushes boundaries and forces people to take action in their own lives. He cannot stand indecisiveness and becomes extremely irritated when he must deal with people who are not like himself, e.g. quick to make a choice and knowing exactly what they want.
He has more than his share of darkness and is more than a bit prejudiced against ‘normal’ humans. He does little to conceal that and rarely holds his tongue should any topic in that arena arises, though he has learned to control himself around those who would think less of him for his views. He is a man who is prone to violence, both physical and otherwise, and has burned more than a few bridges in fits of rage, though as he gets older he has began to mellow out. He has a bit of a drinking problem, which can exacerbate his already intense emotional states. He has a variety of good friends, being magnanimous with those he actually likes, charming in a boyish way, and loyal to a fault, but those people are few and far between. He goes through intense emotional relationships every so often, some lasting as little as a few months while others have gone on for several years, including standing a woman up at the altar. He has trouble in relationships, both because he finds it hard to connect with others and feel comfortable, and because he has terribly high standards for others that he rarely seems to apply to himself.
Your Vices
Likes: »Books
»Debates
»Teaching
»Drinking
»Dancing
»Motorcycles
»Sports
»Dark Hair
Dislikes: »Mother of his daughter
»Indecisive people
»Most humans
»Being stuck indoors
»Authority figures
»Explaining himself
Strengths: »Teaching : He is a very through teacher and although he can be strict and varies greatly in his presentation of himself, he truly loves teaching and actually usually likes most of his students, though they would probably never guess it.
»Manipulation : Aside from his power, he has an excellent sense of other people, their motivations, and how it is best to poke or prod them into doing as he wishes. He can be very subtle in his ways, charming at his best, or intimidating at his worst.
Weaknesses: »Playing well with others : If he doesn't respect someone he finds it very hard to accept their authority, and his respect is never easily won. He can be hard to work with for that reason and even harder to take corrective actions against.
»Human/Mutant Relations : His loathing for humans is ill disguised and a great point of contention for him. A variety of bad experiences with humans has left a bad taste in his mouth.
Fears: Losing his daughter is his greatest fear by far, and also the fear that she may not be a meta-human.
Secret: His experience with the mother of his daughter is known to a select few and part of the reason why he has been loathe to return to a serious romantic relationship for years.
Family Ties
Father: Joseph Wright
Mother: Alexis Wright
Siblings: Tristan Wright, Jezebel Wright, Abraham Wright, Frank Wright, Travis Wright, and Elizabeth Wright
Any Other Important People: Eliana Taylor, daughter, lives with her mother except during summer vacation
History
Cyrus Jerome Wright was the oldest of seven. He was born and raised in a small farm town in Northern Kentucky to a pair of devoutly Catholic parents. They raised cattle and kept a few horses, mostly for his mother’s enjoyment. His childhood was strict and he often found himself in trouble, but he was not mistreated for all that. He was energetic and often rebellious, a classic example of a protective older brother. His power was latent until the moment he went to teach a bully a lesson after busting his younger brother’s nose open. He was thirteen and he could feel the other boy’s fear like a physical presence, instinctively he pressed at this feeling until the other boy was screaming on the ground for him to just go away. He did not truly understand it and he spoke of it to no one, so when a few weeks later a school recruiter showed up at his door he denied everything in front of his parents, who were mostly terrified. The recruiter left after some harsh words from his father, urged on by Cyrus himself exercising his power, pulling on the fear both his parents felt. The next day he returned from school to find the recruiter there again, and this time his parents were already convinced that it would be best to send him away, knowing perhaps subconsciously that something was off with their child. Mostly Cyrus thought that they were worried what the people in their small town would say if they learned that their oldest boy was one of those ‘freaks,’ and perhaps worse what they church community would say about his particular ability, more evidence that the devil was alive and well in the world.
Cyrus left with hardly a good bye, his parents scared, and his siblings also concerned and confused. The school initially threw him for a loop, and he caused more than a little trouble, but he eventually adjusted. Summers were hell for him until he was sixteen and his parents told him not to come back, not ever, that they no longer had a child named Cyrus. He had grown weary of them and their fear, of their rules and their prayers for his mortal soul, like there was something inherently evil about himself that he should fear, suppress. This was the beginning of his dislike of humans.
He spent the rest of his summers at the school or with his friends, passing the time and trying to stay out of trouble. He did well in class, focused and ambitious, but he rarely followed the rules out of class and was suspended from the school on several occasions. After graduation he opted to attend the University of Vermont, studying Philosophy of all things, where he spent most of his time drunk, working part time, or studying like hell itself was on his heels. He graduated four years later and traveled for the summer, visiting various parts of the country. He decided he wanted to go to grad school at Auburn University, going for his Masters in Philosophy.
While he was there he met a woman who changed his life, both for better and worse. They were in love, crazy, ferocious love. They could hardly stand to be separated. She came up pregnant about eight months into their intense affair, she a fellow grad student. Both terrified and elated, they decided to keep the baby. It was a girl, and they named her Eliana. They shared a tiny apartment close to the school and although they struggled to make ends meet and to meet the deadlines for their respective programs they managed. They both graduated and decided to stay in the south, moving to a small town in Georgia. Their daughter was nearly two years old.
Reality began to set in for the once happy couple. Cyrus couldn’t find a decent job so he was forced to stay home to watch Eliana. His girlfriend, Melanie, worked and supported the family. They fought frequently, struggling to make ends meet more often than not. After eight months, Cyrus caught Melanie having an affair with another man. He attacked the man and manipulated both his and Melanie’s fear until it was completely out of control. He was arrested but hired an attorney who was able to get him off the charges through perhaps less than legal means. Melanie petitioned to have his custody removed and so he lost his daughter and lover in one fell swoop. After the court battles were fought, one won, one lost, he spent many nights and days fall down drunk and other times managed to work here and there.
He was still in touch with his friends from school and when he wrote to his old best friend of his plight, he immediately offered him a couch to sleep on and perhaps a job at the school itself if he could get his act together. The plan was for him to sober up, take a teaching job, and fight to have joint custody of his daughter. Everything but his fight for custody fell into line quite neatly. He was twenty eight at this point. He was hired on a trial basis initially, his past not exactly exemplary.
He has tried to keep his trouble making to a minimum since and has been fighting a fierce battle to have his daughter with him, or to visit her. At thirty, he was finally granted visitation with her for the summers, which became his haven from the rest of the world and his life itself. A few years into his work at the institute he got rather heated with another professor when discussing the human/meta-human relations in the teacher lounge. He was reported for unprofessional conduct and had to face corrective actions, a minor suspension, and a written warning that another incident would lead to his termination as well as being blacklisted for teaching anywhere that was reputable. To say the least, it led to him controlling himself much better than previously. He realized that he loved his job far more than anything except perhaps his daughter at that time.
Roleplay Example
His heart was alternating between his feet and his head, making him feel dizzy and slightly nauseous. His palms were sweating and he felt unsure of himself, of what he was doing, even how he was breathing. It was an unusual feeling, something completely unfamiliar, and his dislike of it was immediate and visceral. He was standing in the luggage claim of the airport, waiting to his precious daughter. He had not seen her in years, not in person, not in the flesh. He had not hugged her, or kissed her goodnight, or wrestled all over the floor, the list went on of the things he had missed. She was six, in school, another missed memory, and he was not sure whether she was even happy to be coming to him.
Her flight was running late, creating an even longer wait for Cyrus, naturally impatient. He was pacing the floor after abandoning his seat because he couldn’t stop fidgeting and people had began to stare at him strangely, or perhaps it was his imagination, he couldn’t be sure. The announcement that her flight number had arrived made him swallow hard against excitement and nerves. The physical urge to see her was overbearing. A flight attendant had agreed to escort her down to meet him, and soon there was a stream of people, the low murmur of many voices. His blue eyes were scanning the crowd and he was wringing his hands, face drawn into a taut expression of worry. What if she had missed the flight, what if she was too scared to fly, or her mother had stopped her somehow, the what-if’s streamed through his mind too quickly to register, and then he saw her, and he was running to her before he was conscious of his actions.
She was a beautiful little girl, dark hair like her mother, but with pale eyes like himself. She didn’t recognize him at first, but he called her name and was grinning from ear to ear as he stood in front of her.
“Daddy?” She asked, looking up at him with a knit brow. He fell on her, scooping her into a bone crushing hug, tears streaming freely down his face and into his beard. He was talking nonsense, how much he had missed her, how he thought of her every day, how glad he was to see her. He thought surely his heart would explode when she hugged him back, speaking to him quickly, and how strange it was to hear her talking so well, to know her voice as he had never heard he speak outside of a few words when she was a toddler.
What About You?
Name: Huxley
Age: 24
Experience: 13 years
How Did You Find Us? Caution 2.0
Ready To Play? HECK YEAH!
