Cylant - Female }} WITCH

[lostandgone]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #303030; -moz-border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em,bTable] witch IT SEEMS TO ESCAPE ME Name: Cylant Alias: Cylant, Cy, or Cyl Gender: Female Age: Born : 47 years ago. Appearance of: 11 or 12 year old. Animal: Coyote AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL Appearance: Image Everyday ;; Cylant appears as an 11 or 12 year old girl. She looks average in strength, although you can't see her physical appearance as well because of the cae that wraps around her body. Her hair seems to be a mixture of red and brown. Her hair is always a medium or short length. In it is a hair clip in the shape of the moon. The hat she wears at all times has a moon clip attached to the top, weighing it down. Her eyes are a dark mixture or greens. Another accessory she wears is a pair of blue circular earrings. Outfit ;; Cy wears a black cape to cover her black, red, and blue dress. It is very large on her and has a few rips and tears near the base of it. Although in some places it fades to a dark grey, the fading goes nearly unseen. A black belt circles her waist tightly although she never notices the black leather with metal ringlets. Jewelry Department ;; Her moon hair clip is made of pure silver. How she came across it she won't tell. Although, it had something to do with a supposed sister of hers. The moon on her hat was gotten from the same person at an earlier time. She also wears blue, circular earrings daily. These she bought when she was actually 11 or 12, although the memory of that has faded from her mind. Unseen when you look at her is a coyote necklace. Seen here. It is from another witch and is said to contain the witch's powers. Although, no one knows for sure what it is, other than a pretty necklace she keeps hidden against her body. Personality: Those who meet Cylant would most likely be amazed by the seemingly 11 year old. She is very cruel at most times. It is simply the way she was raised, one might say. However, that is not the complete truth. Yes, it is the way she was raised. The others of her family hated meisters and their weapons. Her sister hated the teams that would show up trying to fight most of all. Although Cylant is nearly the same way, she wishes at times that she could be a meister. Why is not clear to even her. When a meister and their weapon do stumble upon her, she loves to play tricks. Now, you may be thinking tricks like jokes or pranks one might play on their friends. You're wrong. When I say tricks, I mean tricks. Tricks in ones mind. To be more specific, tricks with ones emotions. She loves to change her attitude toward them on a dime. For instance when they are first there, she will be very cruel and heartless toward them. She will suddenly change her personality and act as though she wanted to be friends. Her "experiments", as she refers to the playing with anothers emotions, are usually recorded in a notebook. She takes life on like a scientist. Every time she gets close to being done, another question pops up. This question must be answered. So, instead of stopping, she goes to find the answer to this new question. Another thing that effects her experiments is all the moons she has on her. The hair clip Cylant is always smiling, unless she is performing an experiment. She loves messing with people and playing tricks. Her mind is always filled with ideas, causing her much pain. She gets migraines and headaches very easily -- at the slightest loud noise. This happening to her, she becomes enraged when a meister taunts her with yells. She, enraged, may end up killing, although it is uncommon. She prefers to kill no one, no matter who they are, so she simply chases most annoying pests that come upon her land away. This is because she cares about animals. Not to say humans are animals, that is. It is just that she has always had a part of her that cares for living, breathing things. She has always cared for wild animals when they are hurt and stunble into her terrian. It is who she is, oddly enough. History: Cylant had one sister when she was younger. She and her sister grew up to the age of 15 together. They lived with their parents in a small wooden house out in the middle of a forest. Life was very simple for them, it had seemed at that time. Cy and her sister, who was called Li, loved to search for small weapons. To them, weapons were things like broken teeth that had fallen from an animals mouth, left over bones from somethings meal, and the ocassional sharp twig that helped another animal enjoy it's time in puphood while waiting for it's parents to return to it. They would laugh as they drove rabbits and hedgehogs from the garden, picking ripe carrots along the way. The two 5 year olds did this for years on end. The best day in her life was when she was five and she found her talent. Cy had been searching the undergrowth for a weapon when she came across a canine's claw. It was a little tattered and it had to have come off painfully. She clutched it tight, not letting anyone see. Not even her sister knew about it. 10 years later.... The shinigami were there, then gone. It was like the mist of the forest had swallowed them whole, taking with them Cy's only friend. Her sister who'd kept her company night after night was gone from her side. She felt alone immediatly. A peice of her heart seemed to break off, for she knew the truth. Li wasn't coming back. Cylant was 15 that year. In fact, it was the next day that she turned 15. Within minutes of sunrise, she was packed. Her mother seemed to be crying, although it was soundless and no tears fell. Her father just watched her. His eyes watched her, his face showing no emotion what so ever. Path beaten by the shinigami who had tread on it the day before, she moved silently. The home she knew was no more. For once in her life she was completely nd utterly alone. At that moment, she had wanted to run home. Or to wake up. For this entire miserable escapade to be a nightmare that would be soothed by her parent's charming voices. It didn't come. This was reality, she decided at that moment. Reality was cruel, like her parent's could be. Their voices were all that help charm, and now that was gone, too. As she went along, cylant came across an old shack. It was rather run-down, thorns and bushes trying to break into the windows. A small fox lay at the side of the building. Deciding it was a good omen, she began to live in the shack, glad summer was there. By winter, a few of the rooms were liveable. The heat was moderately on, so she had to dress extra warm. It annoyed her a little at first, but now she has learned to live with it. That was 32 years ago, though.... Over time, the shack was no longer a shack. It was rather pretty. In fact, she found it more accomidating than her parent's house. However, she had returned to that house from time to time to find no one there, she seemed to know they were somewhere. The earth could not get rid of the two charming-voiced-evil people so easily. It couldn't get rid of her easily too. Did I mention she looks like an 11 year old? Because that might have an effect on the way some see her history.... THE SECRETS I LET OUT Mantra: "Coy-coyote, coy-coy-coyote" Spells: All witches have the ability Soul Protect. Cylant also has Flight. Sheild Pelt - Her cape becomes bullet and dagger proof. However, it is still lightweight and moves away from covering her chest, stomach, and legs at multiple times. Faker - A fake image of her is shown while she attempts to sneak up on the enemy. No damage done unless she succeeds in the sneaking up on the enemy peice to the spell. Child's Play - Small animals, such as rabbits and squirells', bones are pelted at the enemy. Considerable damage is done, but this attack can be seen and avoided easily. Spiked Claw - Rocks and bones (if avaliable) come from the ground and form three claws. These strike out at the enemy at the witch's will. Tail Wrap - A shadow of a fox's tail wraps up the enemy, causing them to become almost immobile Performance: Cemili is strong when it comes to physical attacks. She can use brute force when needed. Her spells are uncaring and tossed about without any planning. She is only begining to learn about spells, even though she's in her late 40s. Her "sheild" doesn't work too well seeing as it moves away from protecting her. She never tries to hurt meisters and weapons too much, for fear of killing and becoming like her parents were. THE PUPPETEER Name: Cylant, Cy, Cyl, or any other variation of Cylant you want to call me. You might want to tell me you're calling me that at first, though. Age: Old enough to have joined. RP Experience: A few years, although I've been on "break" for a few months. Password: rainbow RP Sample: Cylant's feet whisked across the ground as she walked through her garden. Carrots and tomatoes surrounded her. Most were ripe and ready to be picked. She smiled, bending down toward a rabbit that was trying to steal one of her carrots. "Shoo, theif." She batted at it carefully and it skittered away. "Hey! You!" She heard a voice yelling at her. Head head began to pound. Damn those meisters. Don't they know it's impolite to yell at people? She grimaced, looking toward the voice. If they dare tried to fight her in her garden, they had another thing coming. Cy sighed, turning her head away. She usually tried to decline fights like this. She just wasn't in the mood to use her magic. The moon hair clip was slipping, letting red and brown hair fall closer and closer to her eyes. Her hand reached up to it, pushing it up further, therefor pushing the hair out of her face. Her hand gently touched the black hat that rested on her head and she stopped moving her hair clip up. Sighing once again, she began to return to her house, ignoring the meister for the moment. If he kept yelling like he did at first, though, she would end up pretty annoyed and be ready to fight. Not at the moment, though. The moon pendant on her hat bounced gently against her back as she walked. Her steps were precise, for she knew the trail from her garden to her house by heart. The path was worn from her walking along it and the ocassional meister that tread up it. Her feet stopped moving and she turned her head to look back at the meister. With a sigh, she turned her whole back. "You wish to fight, do you?" She called with a chuckle. She was in her late 40s, although her appearance was of an 11 year old girl. The cold coyote pendant was chilling her chest. Her cape waved in the wind, impatient to know if she would use her spells. She watched the meister, knowing his reply. All meisters ever wanted was her soul. She would never give it over easily. The weapon that the meister held was a scythe, oddly enough. It would take some time before she let the boy and the weapon get close enough to strike, surely. Cylant smirked, awaiting the words that would mean a fight. Then again, they also would mean her experiments could continue for the time being. ___ Notes :: ^^ Word Count :: 414 Credit To: Death the Kid of SR

[K I D !]

WAIT !

#You're missing your RP sample, so once you have that taken care of I'll look over your bio more thorough.

[tesla]

I feel I should mention that the Fox Familiar is already taken, and while the bio isn't complete the familiar is claimed. You'll have to choose a different Familiar.

[lostandgone]

1) RP Example - check
2) Is the Coyote Familiar taken, or is that good?

[SOUL!]

Coyote is open, go ahead and set that up. When you're finished reply to this and let us know so we can review it.

[lostandgone]

I changed it to the newest form.... for some reason 0.e
Anyways, I believe it's done. ^^

[JAYDEN]

CHEERS !

♠ You just got accepted.