Post by A New Familiar on Mar 4, 2011 2:49:47 GMT -5
Name: Kyrosues Arceus Grannia
Age: Well into his sixties, but looks to be in his twenties.
Race: Kyro's current race is somewhat of a mystery. All that is known, is there is a mix of Krityan, Human, and Monster. People who are like him can use the stagnant energy around them to perform their Artes, without the aid of incantations or devices.
Gender: Male
Alliance: Neutral
Weapon(s): Currently, his fists are his only weapons. He formerly wielded a greatsword.
Artes: Kyro performs his Artes by taking in the energy from his surroundings. The energy he used was formerly known as Aer. Since that is gone, he has to learn to use mana. Because of that, he currently has no Artes he can use.
Home world: Terca Lumireis
Personality: Kyro is a very kind and understanding individual, who can be strict and harsh when he needs to be. Overall he is known for his generosity, his courage, and his wisdom. As well he has a strong sense for 'what is right'. Despite his former rank and position of power, he does not believe he is above anyone for any reason. He thinks all people are born equal, and should remain as such. He'll handle any task, whether it's simply helping someone walk across the street and carry their things, or with construction or seeking information. He's hard working, and very loyal to those he works with and those he cares about. Still, at times he can be a little stubborn, a trait he picked up after years of being around a few of his friends in the past.
History: This little tale doesn't exactly begin with Kyro's birth, in fact it goes a fair bit deeper then that. Let's take it back about a year before the birth of our friend, shall we?
It all actually started with Kyro's grandfather, Syriel Grannia. Now, Syriel was a fairly aged Krityan, being over a hundred years old. But he had a bit of a crippling, terminal illness that was aging him faster then elves were supposed to. He was of course worried, since this wall all his own undoing. No one but himself knew why he had the illness in the first place. He had dabbled in dark, nearly forbidden magics that would usually be considered taboo and dangerous. This was due to wanting to satisfy his lust for the dark unknown. Though, his hunger for knowledge such as that was threatned when his condition was going critical. So he devised a plan involving his unborn grandson, to use him as a catalyst to perserve his mind and essence. He calculated the formula for the transfer, and waited a little while. Soon, he was allowed to visit his son Allistor, and his sons wife Ariana. He made his way over to them, and Ariana asked if he wanted to feel the baby move. He nodded, and would touch her belly gently. The spell was initiated, and dark markings formed all over Syriel. Sadly, though, the formula wasn't completely correct. It was probably his old age combined with the difficulty of the spell that made the error. The only thing not transfered, was his consciousness. So his essence twisted the young boy who was to be Kyro. The incident was well covered up, since no one aside from the parents even saw what happened, and they had no idea what happened either.
Instead of being born Krityan, Kyro was born into what some would call a demi-human. To the present day, he denies all claims of this, saying he's more of a 'monster' then any form of human. When he was born, he was in a bit of a critical condition. His skin was pale white, he was malnourished, and with odd stubbles on his back. It took a good three months until he was ready to go home. It turns out his eyes had slit pupils, making them far more sensitive then normal Krityan eyes, and so he had to wear special goggles till the age of about five. As well, his body had difficulty getting proper nourishment, so he was a bit of a weak child till his later years. He was often seen in a wheel chair. Through the first five years, the stubbles grew into small wings, and they noticed that Kyro had an odd growth rate. He was growing at three and a half inches a year. They were afraid he was going to have troubles making friends as a kid. Though this was not the case, as he made several friends from local families around the capital city of Zaphias. He ended up making a small group with them, since they seemed to be the odd balls as well. There was Phelicia, a Krityan like himself, one of the few girls who did not think poorly of him, and was actually quite interested in Kyro. She was a bit of a tomboy, and not into the same things as other girls. Then there was Ollivander, who was said to be a bit obsessive with building things. He was already friends with Phelicia before Kyro met her. Then there was Nathaniel, a shy boy who was really smart for his age, taking advanced classes in school. Then there were the twins, Daphnie and Eiphia, who were your typical trouble making duo. Then there was the Sandrell brothers, Rain and Abel. Rain was the eldest, and was known to be a bit of a tough guy, while Abel was a bit quiet and was fascinated by religion.
Eventually they all went to school together, and by the age of ten Kyro had overcome his ailments and was able to get the proper nutrients and was a fit and healthy kid. He grew up with his good friends, and they all began thinking of what they wanted to do later on in life. Kyro found school to be rather easy, and so graduated a bit early. He was already sure of what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a knight. Most of his life he really did strive to prove himself, especially with how much of an oddity he was, and his bumpy start in life. He joined the knights only a year later, and that was when things began to get a bit strained. His relationship with his friends changed, as they viewed him in a different light for gaining such a position as a Knight, and they began talking less and less over the years. Kyro eventually got to the point of being one of the higher positions of the Knights, and was a celebrated hero at one point. Though, the last mission he would have as a knight started a good ten years prior to the present.
He heard of a recent group to pop up, known as the Cult of Galleray, and was said to investigate it and find out their plans. Kyro readily agreed, but had no idea what was ahead of him. After a week of investigating, he found that several of his friends were rumored to be a part of this cult. Things began to get far more personal when the girl he had a bit dated and even made his first friend, Phelicia, was one of the tops in the Cult. He managed to bust into one of their hide outs, during a ceremony, but he had no idea the scale at which this went. All of his friends had felt abandoned when he became a Knight, leaving them in the dust, as it were. They said they wanted to help to, to be a weapon for the gods they worshipped now. Before Kyro could do anything, a familiar eerie feeling rushed through the room. A massive seal was on the ground, an all of his friends stood around it, with Phelicia in the center. She said she loved Kyro, just before everything went black as night. All he could hear was screams, the crunching of bones and spilling of blood. It was so horrific, that Kyro actually launched a magic blast at the ceiling, not even noticing he did so without any support from conduits for aer. Once the ritual was over, the dust settled and all that was left was a pile of rubble. Kyro spent hours removing the rubble, but found no bodies, absolutely no remains of his former friends. All he found, was a massive sword sticking in the ground where Phelicia once stood. He noticed it had an eye on it, and gave off a dark glow. He took it into his own hands, and heard a voice call out to him. It sounded just like Phelicia, but it was slightly melded with the voice of the others. Only slightly. It seemed, they truly were forging themselves into a weapon.
He searched the room, and found the details in their plans. They were going to form a weapon that would evolve with the battles it went through. First, it would only get stronger by killing monsters. That was when it could speak to others in their minds. Then it would get stronger by sucking in aer from the air. This would be when it would be able to talk out loud, and it would go out of control. It would either use people as puppets till it found one powerful enough to tame it, or it would have to be broken and forever kill the residing spirit. He knew very well he did not have it in him to destroy the sword, especially since it did not have any of the memories of it's friends. And so, he would give the sword a name. One to make sure he would never forget what was truly important to him ever again. P.O.N.D.E.R.A. Comprised of the first names of all his friends, in the order he met them. It actually fashioned into a reasonable name for her. Afterwards, he returned 'most' of his findings to the Knights and quit. After thirty or so years of service, he was not going to be a part of it anymore. He saw what being a part of the Knights did to those he cared about, and swore he would never allow Pondera to reach the point of needing to break. He'd get stronger, make his own magic techniques to that way he would not need to rely solely on Pondera in combat. And so, he's spent the last decade, training, traveling a little bit, and looking for a way to redemption. He quite literally carried his sins on his back, at all times.
That was, until the Aer started disappearing. In order to compensate, Pondera began to rapidly intake what little there was. It caused the sword to transform into it's own physical body. Kyro had known that this point would come, but was barely prepared. It turns out, the reason the Aer was disappearing was due to an event involving a guild called Brave Vesperia. Kyro, and Pondera, were both Aer starved. Neither could perform any Artes. So, it was a bloody fist battle to the death. Though it took him a while, Kyro finally came out on top. Pondera was killed, leaving but only the eye that had formerly been inside the sword.
Kyro, in the end, could not keep his promise...
Relationship status: Single, and not sure of what he wants to do.
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