Post by Cyril Ashwin on Oct 12, 2017 22:56:06 GMT
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Prince
Prince
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Cyril Ashwin
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Magical Ability:
Stellar Manipulation. Cyril can control the solar energy from stars, anywhere in the universe if they are present in the sky. He can call down their rays at will, usually shooting bolts or beams toward the ground from up above. Depending on how far away the star is, usually determines the size that he can bring down upon. The further away the star is, the smaller the energy blasts are, as he cannot draw as much energy. Typically he uses them at once, a barrage of bolts that can be quite devastating indeed. However, his power is only active when the stars are present, so at night or evening. But since the sun is a star, he can also draw a beam from there as well, but only one at a time, so his power is less strong during the day. The energy blasts, while they may seem to be light, are actually made of plasma or the type of substance the star is made of. Using his magic also drains energy from him, so it will not last for long periods of time without draining him.
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Appearance:
Often described as feminine, indeed Cyril does have that look. Slender and of rather average stature, narrow features of pale white skin often hide underneath the exquisite clothing he wears. He makes no hesitation of showing off his status and heritage, he dons clothing best suited for a prince of the elves. Sometimes he will wear the finest armor, typically when he ventures into battle. Otherwise, during his ceremonial duties he will wear the finest of clothing, which are often times long and straightened around his form. During his past times he wears clothing that would be rather unfitting for a prince but still maintains the air of one. Depending on the situation, he prefers to wear much darker clothing, black or dusty brown even. In his private quarters he exposes his chest quite often, probably much more than he should. When he makes any secret excursions as necessary he wears long cloaks or other clothing of the like however he still notably is the prince, thus not intending to obscure his identity completely. The long, platinum locks are almost hard to miss, along with the piercing light blue eyes, which almost most of the time are solemn.
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Personality:
Very formal, Cyril speaks with the upmost politeness, manners and the like. Sometimes his speech can seem rather archaic as it is extremely formal, which may even sound foreign amongst elves. Cold, and seemingly rather distant he rarely expresses emotion than the solemn look he wears on his face. He is a good son in the eyes of his mother and father, of whom he takes a great deal of respect toward and heeds their every call. He takes his responsibility quite seriously, and acts in every way to ensure that he will make a great future king that will continue the history of elven rule. However, beneath his exterior he is also somewhat rather complicated. He tends to take matters into his own hands, and is heavily involved in political affairs beyond the scope of his parents’ ears. Whilst he may seem like a good ruler on the outside, he is rather brutal when it comes to his political opponents and rivals, a backstabber one might call him. He is also as seemingly cold-hearted, almost willing to take innocent lives at the cost of ensuring his rule and his kingdom. But, he is not evil. He does not kill without cause, and he would prefer not to kill at all. But life isn’t fair. That is just as it is. His top priority is the make sure that the elf kingdom stays the same, and no one can take that away from him.
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He has confidence as well, despite his all of his formalities. Cyril sometimes goes out on militaristic pursuits, but has only the training he had from when he was a child. The exquisite armor he wears and the sword he fights with during those times is more for ceremonial purposes rather than actual ones. Though, he leads with fervent faith. Though he mostly does so to improve morale among the people as his father and mother once have, he sometimes goes out on secret excursions that they would not know about. For what purpose he does this, is unknown. But, he is intelligent, a strategist in his own like. He is almost always certain that he can win every battle, despite even losses with the hopes that he will know that he can return and try again. His focus is unwavering, his determination always there. But not many know the true reasons behind his actions.
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Cyril is also very religious, devout in the faith of serving the gods. And though he prides in elves and their culture, he doesn’t hate other races necessarily. But he looks down on them, unless they were assimilated into the very kingdom. He has a huge respect for other royals and commanders however, seeing their strength as something truly honorable, especially if they had worked their way up to the position and not merely inherited it. He is impressed by strength, both physical and mental, and that is another thing he strongly respects if he comes upon it. Romantically, he favors a relationship with an elf woman, most probably one of a noble status however he may be willing to take one of lower if she proved herself well enough. He hides his attraction toward men, but he also is willing to pursue them behind closed doors. Other races may have a harder time finding his heart, but he may be interested in another royal for he respects them, plus it can make a great alliance with said race.
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History:
Born as the oldest prince to the royal family of Ashwin, Cyril was destined to be next in line to the throne to the Aelfmenn Kingdom. He was born a rather usual childhood for a prince, the average teachings of knowing about how to rule the kingdom and such. However, he did not take these many teachings to heart, always a carefree sort that much enjoyed running through the meadows of Dryhtwood or visiting the city, however he was always kept in line, not leaving the castle very often. He lived every day to day life, within the castle but making a few excursions here and there if he was lucky. Knowing how to be a prince, how to be proper but it wasn’t something that he was interested in, but tolerated. When he was in his late fifties, that was when his younger brother, or, royal bastard as they called him, was discovered. The boy was brought to court, a young lad at the age of ten. The king was found out, and his son whose name was Morighan was kept as a secondary heir to the throne lest something happen to Cyril.
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Cyril cherished his brother, he loved him as though he were of full blood, and despite the large age difference they had. He had seen him grow from a child into a young man, and into his later stages in life upon which he had taken care of him. They had done many things together, and perhaps that made his life as a prince a little less lonely. Not only he saw him as a brother, but as a friend as well. Perhaps that it was when they physically appeared to be around the same age did they both start acting like it, but they remained close nonetheless, and Cyril would always be seen as the older one. Their bond was close, and many peaceful years had passed. That was, until the war had died down.
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Around sixty years after the treaty went into place, the wars that the elves had participated in decreased, for that was around the time ceasefire had begun to transpire, so the king was brought back from his warring ventures along with the queen. With both parents at home, Cyril was expected to be the prince that he was born to be, someone that is both faithful and studious to become the next king, both of which Cyril was not. This made him rather agitated, to study long hours under strict tutors, he was confined in the castle and often separated from his brother, though he often made secret trips to visit him. He was even sheltered from the outside world, and no longer had the time to travel. This made him upset, and over time his anger and hatred grew. He had a rebellious phase of sorts, openly defying his parents and embarrassing himself and the royal family in front of many nobles. He had done many things to prove his rebellion against them, as he missed his lectures, slept in, hassled with guards and servants, declared his hatred toward the elves as a whole vocally, and much more. He had tried to visit his brother more often then, he was the only one that could understand him. Or maybe even his mother but he trusted Morighan more. It was during the height of his phase that he was ordered to receive treatment for his behavior.
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Treatment. It was more along the lines of torture. Physical torture at that, and Cyril had spent many days in the dungeon within the torture chamber, taking on the pain that would make him into a more “suitable hier.” This was probably unknown to his mother but his father must’ve known about it and ordered it he assumed, for that’s what the torturer stated. It was there that his brother had helped him. His brother remained close. Days after days of torture, nothing seemed to take out the rebelliousness within him, and only fueled him even more so. But the pain got worse, so bad that he could barely tolerate it. That was where Morighan helped with the pain. Cyril allowed him to ease his pain, controlling his mind to numb it. It was a wonder how the elf prince had suffered so much, yet was not breaking as intended to the torturers. They could not figure it out, yet continued to do their duty, and Cyril always returned to his brother to dull the pain. But then, the pattern was discovered. They had found out that he was spending too much time with his brother, and for that they were separated. Time after time he was tortured again. With no one to aid him, yet his will was undying. However, they then came to the final resort, a spirit elf that had hailed from somewhere in the midst of Dryhtwood Forest. It was one day. One day of full-blown torment. Spiritual torment. One that did not break him physically, but his mind. His spirit. The very fabrication of who he was changed that day. His hair changed, from a dark brown to a platinum blonde, almost white. His skin became pale. His eyes brightened to a lighter shade of blue. All of it seemed as though he were cleansed inside and out, and perhaps that was what happened but not in an entirely good way. It was an extremely painful process, but that’s how much it took to get him to break. It was the evening that his entire spirit was broken. He was a changed man.
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Cold, unemotional, however thoroughly devout in serving the elves and his kingdom, he became more studious and more focused on becoming the next heir to the throne. He was no longer the carefree elf that sought to explore, instead he had become the desirable prince that will one day rule and prefers to stay within the castle. His parents might have known the difference but the treatment had worked, though he is unsure if they were really aware of what had taken place. Though, he remembers everything of what happened in the torture, but he merely dismisses it as he knew that what he had done before was wrong. That this was the right way for him to behave. That’s how much the torture broke him. Not only from the spirit magic but from the endless physical torture that had happened prior. He does not speak about what happened with his torture though many within the court had thought that perhaps he just had a change of heart, or that the treatment had been more like a harmless counseling. He does not correct them as perhaps he sees the torture in that way. But, his relationship with his brother had changed. His brother had grown more distant, but Cyril still loved him all the same. It had come to the point where Morighan had gone completely, and he thought that he must have done so because he hated him now for what he had become, but Cyril believed that this was the better way for him to be. Though he missed him. But then it occurred to him that something might be happening. That Morighan would use mind control to influence those around him to unsecure his place in rule but he does not have any proof. However, now he takes extra precautions to ensure that his way of rule, would not be hindered.
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Miscellaneous:
He rides his most favored stallion, a Holsteiner that is named Valor, a gray horse that is mostly white but dappled in some areas. He cherishes and loves the horse deeply, in which majority of the time he uses him to ride on his militaristic excursions, placing armor upon the very horse as well.
Magical Ability:
Stellar Manipulation. Cyril can control the solar energy from stars, anywhere in the universe if they are present in the sky. He can call down their rays at will, usually shooting bolts or beams toward the ground from up above. Depending on how far away the star is, usually determines the size that he can bring down upon. The further away the star is, the smaller the energy blasts are, as he cannot draw as much energy. Typically he uses them at once, a barrage of bolts that can be quite devastating indeed. However, his power is only active when the stars are present, so at night or evening. But since the sun is a star, he can also draw a beam from there as well, but only one at a time, so his power is less strong during the day. The energy blasts, while they may seem to be light, are actually made of plasma or the type of substance the star is made of. Using his magic also drains energy from him, so it will not last for long periods of time without draining him.
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Appearance:
Often described as feminine, indeed Cyril does have that look. Slender and of rather average stature, narrow features of pale white skin often hide underneath the exquisite clothing he wears. He makes no hesitation of showing off his status and heritage, he dons clothing best suited for a prince of the elves. Sometimes he will wear the finest armor, typically when he ventures into battle. Otherwise, during his ceremonial duties he will wear the finest of clothing, which are often times long and straightened around his form. During his past times he wears clothing that would be rather unfitting for a prince but still maintains the air of one. Depending on the situation, he prefers to wear much darker clothing, black or dusty brown even. In his private quarters he exposes his chest quite often, probably much more than he should. When he makes any secret excursions as necessary he wears long cloaks or other clothing of the like however he still notably is the prince, thus not intending to obscure his identity completely. The long, platinum locks are almost hard to miss, along with the piercing light blue eyes, which almost most of the time are solemn.
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Personality:
Very formal, Cyril speaks with the upmost politeness, manners and the like. Sometimes his speech can seem rather archaic as it is extremely formal, which may even sound foreign amongst elves. Cold, and seemingly rather distant he rarely expresses emotion than the solemn look he wears on his face. He is a good son in the eyes of his mother and father, of whom he takes a great deal of respect toward and heeds their every call. He takes his responsibility quite seriously, and acts in every way to ensure that he will make a great future king that will continue the history of elven rule. However, beneath his exterior he is also somewhat rather complicated. He tends to take matters into his own hands, and is heavily involved in political affairs beyond the scope of his parents’ ears. Whilst he may seem like a good ruler on the outside, he is rather brutal when it comes to his political opponents and rivals, a backstabber one might call him. He is also as seemingly cold-hearted, almost willing to take innocent lives at the cost of ensuring his rule and his kingdom. But, he is not evil. He does not kill without cause, and he would prefer not to kill at all. But life isn’t fair. That is just as it is. His top priority is the make sure that the elf kingdom stays the same, and no one can take that away from him.
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He has confidence as well, despite his all of his formalities. Cyril sometimes goes out on militaristic pursuits, but has only the training he had from when he was a child. The exquisite armor he wears and the sword he fights with during those times is more for ceremonial purposes rather than actual ones. Though, he leads with fervent faith. Though he mostly does so to improve morale among the people as his father and mother once have, he sometimes goes out on secret excursions that they would not know about. For what purpose he does this, is unknown. But, he is intelligent, a strategist in his own like. He is almost always certain that he can win every battle, despite even losses with the hopes that he will know that he can return and try again. His focus is unwavering, his determination always there. But not many know the true reasons behind his actions.
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Cyril is also very religious, devout in the faith of serving the gods. And though he prides in elves and their culture, he doesn’t hate other races necessarily. But he looks down on them, unless they were assimilated into the very kingdom. He has a huge respect for other royals and commanders however, seeing their strength as something truly honorable, especially if they had worked their way up to the position and not merely inherited it. He is impressed by strength, both physical and mental, and that is another thing he strongly respects if he comes upon it. Romantically, he favors a relationship with an elf woman, most probably one of a noble status however he may be willing to take one of lower if she proved herself well enough. He hides his attraction toward men, but he also is willing to pursue them behind closed doors. Other races may have a harder time finding his heart, but he may be interested in another royal for he respects them, plus it can make a great alliance with said race.
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History:
Born as the oldest prince to the royal family of Ashwin, Cyril was destined to be next in line to the throne to the Aelfmenn Kingdom. He was born a rather usual childhood for a prince, the average teachings of knowing about how to rule the kingdom and such. However, he did not take these many teachings to heart, always a carefree sort that much enjoyed running through the meadows of Dryhtwood or visiting the city, however he was always kept in line, not leaving the castle very often. He lived every day to day life, within the castle but making a few excursions here and there if he was lucky. Knowing how to be a prince, how to be proper but it wasn’t something that he was interested in, but tolerated. When he was in his late fifties, that was when his younger brother, or, royal bastard as they called him, was discovered. The boy was brought to court, a young lad at the age of ten. The king was found out, and his son whose name was Morighan was kept as a secondary heir to the throne lest something happen to Cyril.
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Cyril cherished his brother, he loved him as though he were of full blood, and despite the large age difference they had. He had seen him grow from a child into a young man, and into his later stages in life upon which he had taken care of him. They had done many things together, and perhaps that made his life as a prince a little less lonely. Not only he saw him as a brother, but as a friend as well. Perhaps that it was when they physically appeared to be around the same age did they both start acting like it, but they remained close nonetheless, and Cyril would always be seen as the older one. Their bond was close, and many peaceful years had passed. That was, until the war had died down.
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Around sixty years after the treaty went into place, the wars that the elves had participated in decreased, for that was around the time ceasefire had begun to transpire, so the king was brought back from his warring ventures along with the queen. With both parents at home, Cyril was expected to be the prince that he was born to be, someone that is both faithful and studious to become the next king, both of which Cyril was not. This made him rather agitated, to study long hours under strict tutors, he was confined in the castle and often separated from his brother, though he often made secret trips to visit him. He was even sheltered from the outside world, and no longer had the time to travel. This made him upset, and over time his anger and hatred grew. He had a rebellious phase of sorts, openly defying his parents and embarrassing himself and the royal family in front of many nobles. He had done many things to prove his rebellion against them, as he missed his lectures, slept in, hassled with guards and servants, declared his hatred toward the elves as a whole vocally, and much more. He had tried to visit his brother more often then, he was the only one that could understand him. Or maybe even his mother but he trusted Morighan more. It was during the height of his phase that he was ordered to receive treatment for his behavior.
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Treatment. It was more along the lines of torture. Physical torture at that, and Cyril had spent many days in the dungeon within the torture chamber, taking on the pain that would make him into a more “suitable hier.” This was probably unknown to his mother but his father must’ve known about it and ordered it he assumed, for that’s what the torturer stated. It was there that his brother had helped him. His brother remained close. Days after days of torture, nothing seemed to take out the rebelliousness within him, and only fueled him even more so. But the pain got worse, so bad that he could barely tolerate it. That was where Morighan helped with the pain. Cyril allowed him to ease his pain, controlling his mind to numb it. It was a wonder how the elf prince had suffered so much, yet was not breaking as intended to the torturers. They could not figure it out, yet continued to do their duty, and Cyril always returned to his brother to dull the pain. But then, the pattern was discovered. They had found out that he was spending too much time with his brother, and for that they were separated. Time after time he was tortured again. With no one to aid him, yet his will was undying. However, they then came to the final resort, a spirit elf that had hailed from somewhere in the midst of Dryhtwood Forest. It was one day. One day of full-blown torment. Spiritual torment. One that did not break him physically, but his mind. His spirit. The very fabrication of who he was changed that day. His hair changed, from a dark brown to a platinum blonde, almost white. His skin became pale. His eyes brightened to a lighter shade of blue. All of it seemed as though he were cleansed inside and out, and perhaps that was what happened but not in an entirely good way. It was an extremely painful process, but that’s how much it took to get him to break. It was the evening that his entire spirit was broken. He was a changed man.
[break]
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Cold, unemotional, however thoroughly devout in serving the elves and his kingdom, he became more studious and more focused on becoming the next heir to the throne. He was no longer the carefree elf that sought to explore, instead he had become the desirable prince that will one day rule and prefers to stay within the castle. His parents might have known the difference but the treatment had worked, though he is unsure if they were really aware of what had taken place. Though, he remembers everything of what happened in the torture, but he merely dismisses it as he knew that what he had done before was wrong. That this was the right way for him to behave. That’s how much the torture broke him. Not only from the spirit magic but from the endless physical torture that had happened prior. He does not speak about what happened with his torture though many within the court had thought that perhaps he just had a change of heart, or that the treatment had been more like a harmless counseling. He does not correct them as perhaps he sees the torture in that way. But, his relationship with his brother had changed. His brother had grown more distant, but Cyril still loved him all the same. It had come to the point where Morighan had gone completely, and he thought that he must have done so because he hated him now for what he had become, but Cyril believed that this was the better way for him to be. Though he missed him. But then it occurred to him that something might be happening. That Morighan would use mind control to influence those around him to unsecure his place in rule but he does not have any proof. However, now he takes extra precautions to ensure that his way of rule, would not be hindered.
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Miscellaneous:
He rides his most favored stallion, a Holsteiner that is named Valor, a gray horse that is mostly white but dappled in some areas. He cherishes and loves the horse deeply, in which majority of the time he uses him to ride on his militaristic excursions, placing armor upon the very horse as well.
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