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Age: 28

Gender: Male

Race: Earth-Pony

Appearance: A Strawberry coat spotted with mud and ink, a tarnished and faded steel-gray Hanfu sprinkled with countless stains with a trim mud-rimmed. Sparkling champagne eyes stare out from a smiling mask of matted fur, eyes that speak of hidden depths and great zest for life. A wooden case sits proudly across his back, the constant friction of the leather stripes visible around the armpits of his Hanfu, where the fabric was more frayed and faded than anywhere else. His hair separated into many different mated braids with yellowing paper triangles; along the back it cascades down in black torrents. Once smooth hair now turned to crust from days of endless travel. A small bronze bracelet wound in the fashion of the rising dragon sits on the upper right-hoof. He carries himself with good posture but not particular pride or honour and his eyes turn from those that seek to catch his eye or scrutinize his appearance.

Talent: A Journeyman Poet, not particularly famous among the many nations of Ibexia but fairly new at his craft and still traveling to gain that valued insight. A few times his poems were told with such rapture and meaning as to raise the hopes of the common-folk. Most cases occurring during some great festival or moment of high energy. However, most of Fēi Yuèliàng's poems deal with nature, the road or people he's come across.

Personality and description: Perhaps a recluse, perhaps an introvert? At times he can seem the most outgoing person ever and he certainly travels quite an amount. But Fēi Yuèliàng doesn't seem comfortable around people in civilization and a hint to this might be found in one of his poems:
They walk to chores and daily meetings.
Their world, a structured order that they make.
I build a fire,
It is too close to a home.
The hunger fills me, so I leave.
Their structured world I have yet to make for myself.
Slowly his disconnected attitude has been crumbling, perhaps due to interactions with others or his travels across the world and a growing desire to protect the beauty in everything. Then again it may just be the nature of things that leads him the way he travels . . .

Backstory: Born to a local regent's wife and turning out to be a rather embarrassing scandal for his mother, as the doctor believed his father to be impotent . . . he was to be left out to the cold night air. His father and mother were not cruel ponies, and both agreed a dispatch him to a local taoist hermitage. The hope was: if the boy became a spiritual pillar, he'd never connect back to the regent or have any ambitions for politics.

The boy grew well, as a servant to the elder hermits, here he did not learn ambition or impatience but both flared in him from time to time. In the center of philosophical debates he learned many lessons but most of all how to listen. Still a scholar or two had joined the hermitage and the boy wasn't denied a semi-formal education. Every now and again an official would come for assistance, and here he could pickup some political information or, if he was lucky, a new book. After a time the boy discovered poetry and his path seemed ensured. Eventually he left the hermitage although he was already 21 years of age and tragically unprepared for the world beyond.

Now nine years have passed and he has learned HOW to live, now it's time for him to give life meaning.

Other information of importance: Always a supply of ink, quills and parchment; unless denied him through: lack of capital; location; GM discretion

General

Full Name: Murr-Ryn Cyrius of the Cyrius merchants.

Nicknames: Cyrius The Profitable

Class: Journeyman - Masters of traveling and learning, their first focus is on survival and observation. Journeyman often pick up many traits to help keep themselves doing what they do best: surviving. Linguistic skills are often a primary component and diplomatically conveying them just as important. Minor combat skills with blades and bows, Journeyman will be able to defend themselves in a scrap and their quick minds allow them to pick up on relatively simple forms of magic, but since they are not trained scholars their abilities are rather weak. Still, they prefer to avoid these situations, entirely. Either by using a hoard of loyal minions to repel whatever danger comes or by avoiding it in it's entirety. A Journeyman might not be a challenge in the wild, on his own, but don't let him near your officials, he's likely to have you strung up for some charge, real or otherwise. A welcome addition to any party, but not a very efficient solo-character. If you plan on facing some difficult negotiations or traversing the wild country, you might think about bringing one along with you.

Profession: Merchant (traveling) - Several generation of the Cyrius clan have been merchants, Murr-Ryn is no different. Find things here, sell them there. His job is to make 2 into 3 and 3 into 5. Something he prides himself on, tremendously.

Gender: Male

Race: 1/4 Elf, 3/4's Human: Back in the day a member of the Cyrius line, Arathir Cyrius (Murr-Ryn's great grandfather) married an Elf. The Cyrius silver tongue has only grown more potent from that day but neither his father nor Murr-Ryn have gone out of their way to charm an elf.

Demeanor: Unscrupled, logical and thoughtful: Cyrius will get you what you need, when you need it. Unless it affects future business opportunities or the stability in general. Better to miss an opportunity and still have a market then make a quick sale and lose all trade. Cyrius is meticulous in his profit schemes and will check into all sources before agreeing to a meeting with a potential client. Many know his as Cyrius the profitable but some go so far as to call him: Cryius the honest. He builds customer relationships to LAST and if he is getting you sub-standard supplies, the only reason is because that is what you asked for.

Cyrius likes to make friends, in fact it has become something of an obsession with him of late. Recently he's been making more unprofitable choices to encourage a mutual trust and then he begins to make back the money, through slow and prosperous relations with all those he comes across. His recent trouble in Tintagel have wrought some rather miraculous changes in behavior. But then, if Eko hadn't been there he probably wouldn't have survived and if he did, not a better more experience man, but a crippled and angry one.

Weapon/Magic of Choice: Silver-tongue, Mind-Enchantments.


Appearance

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Obsidian black, usually sparkling because of his greasy scalp, caused from days without bathing. Stuck in an elaborate bun behind his head, obsidian, not just black due to the reflective nature of the grime.

Age: 34

Birthmarks or Scars: A scar along his left buttox cheek from a rather nasty incident with a scimitar and some traveling gypsies. Actually, it was due to intoxication and a poorly balanced scimitar, placed in the perfect spot at the wrong time. But you won't hear Cyrius telling that version. That is: if the subject comes up at all.

Predominant Feature: His eyes, Cyrius has warm brown eyes but if you watch him close enough and he gets to thinking, you can see those warm welcoming spheres turn cold. As he turns and becomes introspective the cold calculation of his every act is mirrored within those doors to the soul, watch and you’ll understand his nature.

Although not something noticed immediately, eventually people become aware of Murr-Ryn's rather long and inexplicably slender fingers. A slightly disconcerting feature.

Build: Although well kept by his constant travels, Murr-Ryn's overall features are chubby and he certainly weighs at least a good 30 pounds more than the average, well-muscled, adventurer. 50 if we are talking of slender magi. Although his torso, posterior and head are slightly chubby, his arms and legs remain startlingly thin. Most likely the effects of Elf-blood.

Skin Quality: Murr-Ryn should probably be darker than he is, not to say he isn't well tanned around the exposed parts of his body, but something is keeping his skin fair and soft. Most likely the remains of Elf DNA.

General Appearance: Swathed in several thin, airy, robes of dusty-white, usually found tied in turban-esce fashion about his head, you'll find Murr-Ryn striding through the wilderness on a great albino destrier with a caravan of camels in tow. Unfortunately do to his father's recent illicit activities, most of the Cyrius wealth has been confiscated. He's earned a new horse by the name of 'Silverbells' A magnificent Ethereal horse of outstanding intellect and an aura of peace, this horse brings much joy to it's master and friend, along with those that travel with him. Now his cheeks aren't quite as pudgy and his gaunt not as lively but the man is still swathed in his delicate silks. Average in height if larger in waist, Cyrius does his best to give off an air of welcome care and his gesticulations never leave one wanting for entertainment. His cheeks are usually kept baby-smooth, in company, but if you catch him on the road you’ll undoubtedly catch the wiry beginnings of stubble.


Personality

Influences: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.

His recent encounter with

Likes: Elderberry wine, elven blend preferably. A variety of foods, fine cuisine of any kind. Profitable transactions and people who know what they want and are willing to pay for the deeds they do to get it, even if it means death.

Dislikes: Bureaucracy, feudal governments, Monarchs who expect tributes. The pompous attitude elves give him. Merchants who don’t consider the repercussions their transactions make on the global economy. Sheer blatant disregard for life.

Goals: Cyrius is just looking to rebuild the Cyrius fortune. All his contacts have deserted him and he doesn’t blame them, being close to someone, someone who is son to a contraband smuggler. Eventually he hopes to re-build the lost Cyrius trade-empire but these things take time and the recent execution of his father was more than a little disheartening. Recently a new goal has cropped up in his travels around the world, the goal of equity. A lofty and unattainable goal Cyrius has begun to balance things more than keep them the same, though he is still the meticulous merchant who'd never make a deal that would tip the scales of power far enough to affect them . . . without careful scrutinization.

Strengths: The silver tongue of the Cyrius clan is legendary and their ability to pick up languages is equally impressive. Persuasion, diplomacy and bluff, all lie within the Cyrius line of talents.

Weakness or Flaws: Not very strong, nimble to a point, problem with the digestive tract when he’s eaten too much meat. Mind spells are his best spells but even they are fairly weak (no advanced course in magic)

Habits:

General Personality: Meticulous in strategizing and logically unscrupulous when dealing with mercantile matters. Not cold and thoughtless acts of profit but well planned methods, allowing him to keep the balance of power in the region, stable. If he cannot increase the number of business opportunities in the area then he’ll do his best to prevent any harm. Generally amiable to those around him and unbelievably persuasive. A calm steady attitude that does not waver towards anger unless SEVERELY provoked. Chaotic acts of un-disciplined thought, especially those that bring dire repercussions have a way of getting under Murr-Ryn’s skin and if anything could provoke him: a swift destabilization of the surrounding trading opportunities is sure to bring a fit of fire unbeknownst to those responsible.

Family

Father: Lerantear Cyrius: recently deceased, executed at the royal block for acts of treason.

Grand Father (2nd Father): Arathir Cyrius - A true merchant of his time, Arathir died some 13 years back and it was one of the saddest days for the Cyrius clan.

Grandmother (Mother): Lethandir Uthuran - Like a mother to Murr-Ryn, proud and doting, she took the Cyrius clan to her homeland once, but it wasn’t a very pleasant trip, seeing how the elves laid prejudices on as hard as subtle hints could.

Mother: Calina a dainty Ghost-sea lass, who didn’t find herself fit to be a mother. Soon after Murr-Ryn’s birth she left for other lands.

Siblings:

Lover:

Other Family:


Companions or Pets: Silverbell - Murr-Ryn's ethereal horse. She's a wonder to be around and always to make everyday a little brighter for those around her.

Friends and Compatriots

Eko - A dear friend of his, a daemoness who saved him from a nasty kidnapping. At the moment they are traveling together with great regard towards each other. Murr-Ryn hopes to help Eko find her meaning in life, though he hopes she'll find it in his trading caravan. She's a ferocious fighter and, in ways, a respected philosopher. He'd miss their evening fire-side chats if she were to disappear, but if she truly believed her calling led elsewhere he'd wish her best and hope one day they might meet again.

Background


General History: Born with two generations of merchants to guide him, with three loving and understanding parents to guide him (Grandfather, Grandmother, father) it was an inevitable occurrence that Murr-Ryn would become a merchant. He had seen most of the world by the age of fifteen, learned from half a dozen different cultures and tried endless varieties of foods . . . any other life would have simply been degrading. Even now his father is affecting him, if in a significantly less positive manner. Now his illegal transactions cut deeply into the Cyrius wealth, most was seized by the government. Needless to say: family and every culture in Avalon had an influence in his development.

Recently Murr-Ryn's destrier collapsed along the road and broke his back. Unfortunately, Murr-Ryn had to put him down in the middle of the forest none-the less. It broke down Murr-Ryn's unwavering composure for a few days, his last connection to his family and past life, EVERYTHING was gone. A few days meditation and survival in the forest cured Ryn fast enough, although he knew HOW to survive in the forest it was not the life he wanted to live. It was time to get up and move forwards, Ryn was moving towards a new era in Cyrius history.