Cyrus Terren Fletcher (Complete)

[Cyrus]

Cyrus T. Fletcher
"The Silent Cannon"



Name:
Cyrus Awren Fletcher

Age:
Fifteen

Birthday:
February 29 (Ouch huh?)

Height:
Five Feet, One Inch.

Weight:
One Hundred and One Pounds.

Blood Type:
A-

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Straight

Eye Color:
Dark Hazel

Hair:
Varies from Black to a very dark dirty green.

[Cyrus]

Pass Time Information



Hobbies:
Tinkering with old and new technology alike, target shooting, eating, dancing and watching the stars. Occasionally seen playing the piano or keyboard.

Talents:
By far her best is target shooting and dancing. She happens to be a rather good cook and mechanic as well.

Favorite things:
Her two Qi-created signature guns: Persuasion and Revolution, chocolate bites, steam engines and coffee!

[Cyrus]

Mental Information



Personality:
Cyrus is one of those kids that will stay quiet and wait for the most appropriate time to talk, even if she sacrifices the opportunity to make a possible change in a given situation. Even in her quiet nature, she likes to have a good fight every now and then, as it allows her to get some decent exercise or simply clear her mind of life’s many distractions and incontinence. Cyrus’ personality is also an odd one in that she has a lot of issues holding grudges against even the evilest of peoples. It’s in this way that she can be instantly befriendable, but if you have issues with her, don’t expect a major reaction back.

She's mostly sane, but on occasion, you'll catch her talking to specific inanimate objects. It isn't because she's crazy...usually...but instead is a method for helping her think. Don't take it personally if you're ignored and tuned out so she can talk to a rock or something of the sort.

Mentality:
“My soul is meant for balance, not life’s petty distractions.”

Ideal:
“People should always strive for what’s best…but hell, sometimes things don’t work out.”

Belief:
“Treasure the present while you still can believe its existence.”

[Cyrus]

Physical Information



Build:
Cyrus’ physical build is small, what some might call ‘Lunari’-esque. Standing at the short height of five feet, one inch, Cyrus is one of the smallest people attending Morel Crest, and honestly, by her body shape, some may think she is too young. Or even worse…because of her shape, most people would first think of her as a boy, a common occurrence she has gotten rather used to.

Head:
If there Is one thing that MIGHT distinguish Cyrus from the boys, it’s that her eye and upper facial structure are built like a ladies’, albeit, only mildly so. Otherwise, she looks much like a boy. Dark hazel eyes and an unkempt hair style are also traits to identify her by.

Torso:
More boyish than you could imagine. If you were to try to identify her female anatomy in this region, please place an F on your test. Cyrus has almost no breast to speak of…the only chance you’d figure out she was a girl this way is if…well. Yeah. Okay, maybe a t-shirt or something. Sickos.

Arms:
Not muscular of course, but not weak either. In this case, she can hold her own in lifting weights, and there’s some subtle toning, but otherwise, she’s about as normal as they come.
Legs: After the fights she’s been through, the running, you’d better believe her legs are toned enough to get around, and get around rather quickly. Granted they don’t look like too much because of her size, but big things come in small packages, or so they say.

Feet:
Size 7 womens.

[Cyrus]

Apparel Information



Head Gear:
Occasionally Cyrus will wear a large, old style motorcycle cap with accompanying goggles.

Shirts:
A green, button-up military style coat with a white undershirt, nothing special about it except that it’s cozy warm. She likes cozy warm. ^_^

Pants:
Same deal, green slacks with a brown belt, along with several pouches she uses to keep spare parts for whatever she might be fixing at the time, an engine, sugar for coffee…anything really.

Shoes:
Stylized combat boots…although she really doesn’t like wearing them, instead preferring modern day tennis shoes. Too bad she forgot them at home.

Misc:
Not much else barring the pouches on her belt that have already been described, and a pair of reading glasses that she doesn’t use all too often.

[Cyrus]

Fighting Information



Fighting Style:
Firefight

Years Practiced:
Eight

Strengths/Description:
Firefight is a style created and characterized by Cyrus as a method to balance all options of her fighting abilities. This means shooting as much as she will punch and kick…allowing her to strike from nearly any position, as well as defend herself using her Qi weapons as melee weapons up close. Another distinguishing feature is Cyrus’ unique ability to get into firing stances for all effective ranges of her weapon at hand; this means being able to fire prone, crouching, standing, from trees, from buildings…take your pick. If she can see it, she can fire at it, and she can fight it.

Weaknesses/Description:
Unfortunately, because of her mass, her strength is rather low, and if caught without a weapon, or is disarmed, she’ll be forced into near complete defense, using only armored bracers on her wrists to fight anyone off with. Obviously, this isn’t an ideal choice, so her speed and ability to stay at long range is a considerable boon for her to take advantage of. On another note, Cyrus has issues with hurting people, and prefers to play her fights like a chess game, using her gun to draw others to where she wants them, then checkmating them when out of options.

[Cyrus]

History Information



History:
Often enough, life at home was just a little tough…we had to move, we had to work, and we had to sit around all day with nothing to do, because my parents couldn’t really afford toys, or games, or any other sort of leisurely distraction most of the time years ago, I despised not being able to take dance classes, or go to the movies with my friends, but now that I think about it, it was that very same boredom that would give me one of my greatest gifts yet, the ability to shoot a gun better than nearly anyone my mind could even conceive. Now, how does boredom translate into skill?

Well. That was easy, curiosity helped with that somewhat.

One day about eight years ago, I was watching in silence until my dad took me aside one day, unwilling to leave me alone at the house while mom went grocery shopping. Being in the military, I would have thought he was just going to take me to his office, and once again, watch while he did all the paperwork for his company. Don’t get me wrong, my father is very sweet, just boring. Luckily, he decided to change all that today. Arriving to a field in his truck, he took a case from the back, and sure enough, set me down in a seat with a pair of headphones and earplugs. Granted, with nothing to do, I shoved them in my ears, and nearly drifted off to sleep, before hearing a large bang, and some sort of cutting noise. Yes, I’m a girl, and I was startled by the noise, screeching a bit as well. But after the initial shock, I found myself rather intrigued. Curious, I drew closer and watched as my father took yet another shot.

And when I asked him if I could take that same shot?

It changed my life.

Afterward, I couldn’t handle being away from the range, I became addicted to the reeling of the revolver in my hands, and day after day, I practiced…not only with me, but with friends. The Awren’s even came out and watched…Uncle Solly in particular said I should get a tutor at some point, that I was good enough for sport competition. Okay, he isn’t my uncle, but he talked to me like one…just like Aunt Luni. The first time she saw me, she shook her head and smiled. I didn’t know what to make of it. Did she know something I didn’t? I knew from experience, and my increasing observational skills from time spent outdoors that the answer was yes.

And I wasn’t proven wrong.

Only recently did I get the power of Qi to manifest and break apart not only my revolver, but manifest it in a form that could disable someone…instead of kill them. My style was coming out, and I loved every minute of it. I was free to travel the world, looking for ways to improve my skill and my knowledge of the free and living spirit. And it was great for awhile, at least until my Qi got the best of me.

It was one day out hunting that I found a bird, and someone apparently noticed my “magic,” turning me into the local authorities. They went state, and I went…well, to some psycho ward. But since I wasn’t psycho, well…you can figure that one out I think. One of the psychiatrists recommended Morel Crest to my parents, and granted, I wasn’t too happy until I learned of the things I might be able to learn there. Until then, better to just play it quiet and hope nobody notices me.

[Cyrus]

Living Status Information



Type of resident:
Rented room. Parents are awesome like that.

Roommates:
None (N/A)

Cases Against The Faculty:
0

Cases Of Hurting Students:
0

[Cyrus]

Stats:

Str- 10

Dex- 25

Int- 25

Con- 10

Wis- 25

Cha- 25




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