Cyrus Kincaid

Name: Cyrus Kincaid
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: 22-06
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: An x-shape scar across his forehead.

Personality: Cyrus is a fairly quiet guy, not because he's rude, he just usually doesn't have much to say. He believes in the phrase, "Why say what you can do?" Cyrus isn't a mean person, he just isn't particularly social. When spoken to he'll carry out a conversation politely but doesn't really invest himself in it. He prefers to be left alone, to his own thoughts and devices rather than talk to someone else about it. One thing Cyrus loves to do is train and get stronger. He will daily practice his spells and train to become faster, stronger, even smarter.

One thing that particularly interests him are dragons. He is amazed at their sheer power and since killing Hecate, finds them to be the only constant challenge for himself. The more he trains, the more he tries to become them. Aside from dragons, he also respects his guild master, though he has yet to meet him/her, and the other powerful mages in his guild. He enjoys the company of all of them and considering he killed his only family member years ago, accepts them as his new family. When on missions he will accept nothing less than success and if a mission does go south and results in failure, it will resonate with Cyrus for days, if not weeks.
Likes:
Drinking- Cyrus likes to drink, but he isn't an alcoholic. He finds alcohol to be a nice release from a day of stress and training.
Power- Cyrus enjoys training and sharpening his skills and body to become even more lethal.
Knowledge- Cyrus devours knowledge like a fat kid at a buffet. He craves to read and learn more about the past and the current world around him.
Dislikes:
Weaklings- Cyrus will train with someone to help them grow stronger, but if he has to fight someone noticeably weaker than himself, he grows bored rather quickly.
Noise- He doesn't mind having a conversation with someone, but when people are loud and obnoxious just for the sake of being loud and obnoxious, it really grinds his gears.
Spiders- This isn't as dramatic as a fear, he just really hates them. A lot.



Height: 6'1
Weight: 180lbs
Hair: Snow White
Eyes: Crimson
Others: -
General Appearance: Cyrus is a tall man, just a hair over 6 feet tall and made entirely of lean, solid muscle from his childhood in the woods. He is dark skinned with unnaturally white hair, cut close at the sides but shaggy on top. Along with his guild mark he has other tattoos running along both arms and his chest. They vary from skulls to a flower made of barbed wire. The one striking trait Cyrus has, other than his piercing crimson eyes, is the large, X-shaped scar across his forehead. This scar was given to him by his foster father, Hecate, during their fight. It was the only hit the dragon had landed throughout the two day ordeal and serves as a sort of way for Cyrus to never forget the dragon that had given him the gift of his power. As for clothing, Cyrus constantly wears his white and black cloak. Beneath that he wears a simple yellow, button down, long sleeve shirt and straight black pants. On his feet, simply brown boots. The only jewelry Cyrus has is the obsidian chain he wears beneath his cloak that was carved from the scales of his father.


Guild: Sabertooth
Guild Tattoo: Red; Right Palm
Rank: S

Total Stat Points:
Strength: 14 SP
Speed: 8 SP
Agility: 12 SP
Stamina: 14 SP
Type: Cyrus relies on his ability to become intangible and tangible at will due to his Shadow Dragon Slayer Magic. This results in a fighting style of wearing down the enemy and getting in few, but devastating shots when they count most. He rarely tries to overrun the enemy with sheer force but instead takes his time, waiting for the right moment to strike.


History: Before the age of 2, Cyrus was abandoned at the entrance to a cave. He never really knew his human parents, as he had been too young to remember them. If it had not been for his foster father, Hecate, Cyrus would have perished at the entrance to his cave. Originally, the dragon had been skeptical of this loud and strange human child. At first Hecate wouldn't go near the young boy, instead only sharing food and then retreating back to his side of the cave and away from Cyrus. Cyrus, being young, never feared Hecate. Hecate provided for him and as time passed, began to grow more and more accustomed to his permanent guest. It wasn't long before Cyrus began to view Hecate as a father figure, after all the dragon was the only creature Cyrus had ever known. After several years, around Cyrus's eight birthday or so, Hecate started to allow Cyrus to venture beyond the cave and even go on hunts with him. Cyrus would climb aboard Hecate and the two would take to the skies, exploring the meadows and grasslands that lay outside the cave they called home. Hecate, being a dragon of the shadows, preferred to hunt at night and would only allow Cyrus to venture out at these times as well for fear of being discovered by other humans.

On hunts, it quickly become apparent to Hecate that Cyrus was weak and feeble. He couldn't hunt for himself, or even defend himself in a fight. He would need training. So, when Cyrus was 10, Hecate began to share his magic with his foster child. At first it was a long and grueling process. Cyrus couldn't quite catch on to what Hecate instructed him to do and the magic even seemed to be too much for the small boy. Still, Cyrus refused to give up, something that Hecate admired quite a bit. They continued training and once Cyrus learned how to harness the shadows and meld with them, things became much easier. His training progressed quickly, to the point where Cyrus could move faster through the shadows than Hecate could fly. He was impressed with his disciple, but more than that, Hecate was proud of his son. However, as he watched Cyrus grow and become more accustomed to the Shadow magic, he couldn't help but notice his personality slowly changing. He became darker, more negative about life, and when he hunted, he was merciless. Cyrus disposed of his prey without a second thought. It was as if the magic had corrupted him. Hecate watched for months as his old, care-free, childish son slowly died and this new, powerful, but apathetic young man replaced him.

When Cyrus was 18, he finally snapped. For months he had been restless and started killing things for the sake of it rather than for food. He had a craving for power. A craving that he couldn't seem to satisfy no matter how many creatures he murdered. They simply weren't enough to satisfy him. They never put up much of a fight. He hardly ever had to even try. On one particular night, as Hecate slept to the left of him, Cyrus realized his true calling. He watched the massive creature's large chest rise and fall with each breath as he slept. Cyrus knew that the only time he would feel a real challenge, be in a real fight, would be if he fought his father....to the death. All these years, through all his training, Hecate had held back so much of his power. Cyrus knew this and he knew the only way to get Hecate to fight for real, would be for the two of them to fight to the death. Dragons had unimaginable power, but thanks to Hecate, Cyrus now did as well.

The next day, Cyrus didn't even tell Hecate before he began his assault. The dragon was surprised, caught off guard as Cyrus lashed out. He had studied the creature, knew his weak points and how to hit them just right. At first, Hecate was confused. Why had his son suddenly turned on him? What was all this about? It wasn't long before he realized he had done this to Cyrus. Not on purpose, no, but he had in fact corrupted his son. With a mournful look, he took to the sky and looked down upon Cyrus, realizing what had to be done. He had to kill his son. He had to stop the monster growing inside of him before it was too late. And so they went, for two days straight. Dragon and human. Father and son. They fought to the point of exhaustion, and then pressed on. Cyrus driven by his thirst for power, and Hecate driven by his love for his son. In the end, Cyrus managed to gain the upper hand. He snapped the massive dragon's neck, killing Hecate instantly. Cyrus stared into his eyes as the life drained out and flickered away into the darkness. He felt nothing. He was numb. Joy and remorse fighting internally, neither gaining ground. Cyrus looked at the rubble that had once been his only home before taking a final look at the only parent he had ever known. He nodded in acceptance, thanked Hecate for the power he had gifted him, and then simply walked away.

Cyrus walked for days, possibly even weeks. He never stopped in one town for longer than a few hours and that was simply to rest and eat. It wasn't until about a year later, after traveling all across the country, that Cyrus finally found himself standing outside the doors of Sabertooth. He had heard talk everywhere he went about this guild. About their power, their potential, and the mages that made it up. A guild made to test one's true limits, to achieve powers and abilities that others could only fantasize about. A guild meant entirely for him. Cyrus stepped through the massive doors and never once looked back.

Face Claim: Scar - Full Metal Alchemist

Bump, done.

You're character seems fine. I saw you weren't approved for being S-ranked, but it that gets accepted I'll approve your character.

EDIT: Srry for the long wait. Your character is approved. You can make your magic app (Shadow DS).