Basic Information Race: Human, Benshira Birthday & Age : 87th of Summer, 482 - Thirty years old Gender: Male Languages Fluent: Shiber Basic: Common Poor: Pavi Physical Description Cirrus has intelligent brown eyes that peer up at most people, because most people are taller than him. He is of slender build, and his hair often spends long periods growing out before he shaves it down to stubble. His beard he pays closer attention to, keeping a well-trimmed goatee and moustache as well as a tolerable crop of stubble. He appears agile and walks on his toes more often than not. He seems relaxed and unconcerned and smiles naturally. He has a tattoo of a tree that sprouts from the small of his back and curls around his shoulderblades (seen in background, repeating). His clothes are simple and mirror the style of his people - he has a headscarf that he wears as a cowl or turban and a brilliantly coloured woollen coat that he wears in cold weather - which is most weather, since he hails from the desert. Besides this, he wears normal travelling clothes wherever he goes. On rare occasion, when formal clothing is provided and required, he will wear items according to the situation such as silks and mohair. Character Concept Cirrus is a playful, light-hearted, somewhat shallow individual who does not much care about his own life. His fatalistic view rarely shows through, since it lies at the core of everything he does and to see it would require him to show a totally different personality so the difference can be noticed. This translates into him often being careless with his own life, getting into fights on behalf of people with more to lose and championing stupid causes in the spur of the moment. He also has a fondness of staying up late and rising early, eating more food than he should, exercising for longer and more intensely than he should and generally abusing his body. He becomes attracted easily, but finds it hard to fall in love due to past experience. He views all relationships as shallower than true love, and doesn't have the patience to stay with someone long enough to find any different. If and when someone wins his heart, he will die defending them, not due to selflessness or good nature but simply due to his wish to die spectacularly before he becomes feeble, geriatric or crippled. He loves music more than anything else and can spend entire days just idly plucking his lyre's strings. It calms him, soothes him and distracts him and he views being paid to play music with roughly the same attitude as being paid to eat ice cream. This is in no small part due to a life spent playing musical instruments and singing. He enjoys appearing random and confusing people; this is a great pastime for him and is boundlessly entertaining. This might suggest some deep-set narcissism. Then again, it might just be that he enjoys screwing with people. His core ideals are music, change and travel. Character History Cirrus was born somewhere in the deserts of Eyktol, between summer and autumn. A superstitious man might say that these conditions defined him; he is laid-back and yet somehow simmers with an inner, summery heat. His parents were strict, keeping him to traditional life and making sure he always stopped work on time, keeping him to the worship of Yahal and the Benshiran way of life. He was raised on the move, his nomadic life helping to shape his outlook of the world as a constantly shifting place filled with obstacles that would come to you if you did not come to them. His childhood was good, growing up with two sisters and a brother who loved him and cared for him, and himself likewise. His family was part of a troupe of mummers and musicians who travelled the desert, stopping in camps and performing for food as well as the few cities and settlements that were to be found. They did well out of their lot for a time, and in fact were prosperous and healthy; many people came to their troupe and left it while Cirrus was growing up. A huntsman taught him to survive in the desert, his parents taught him to play, a particularly witty bard allowed him the occasional battle of wits here and there to hone his rhetoric. In all, he became a well-rounded performer, and by thirteen he was helping and performing in plays and music. This life could not last forever, though; by eighteen he noticed a decline in the family funds and a marked rise in difficulty of the life they led. Hard times for the desert peoples brought hard times for the troupe, and they became penniless and stranded in Yahebah. Unable to accept that his life had changed forever, viewing the constant change of his travels, ironically, as the only constant in his life, he split off from his family. His three siblings remained with his parents and opened a street theatre of sorts, and he left the city forever at age twenty-two. At first he found the going hard; surviving by your wits and a few coins in your pocket was not the ideal way to live, as he had always had the troupe's reserves well at hand. He also missed his family and does to this day. He travelled out of Eyktol and into Cyphrus, wandering the sea of grass for many months until he came across Endrykas and travelled with the city for a time. In time, he came to Riverfall, and there he learned something of riding and the local language, which he quickly forgot, and something in the way of combat with a kukri and chakrams, which he didn't. Growing bored of the infinite grass and constant uncomfortable riding, he rode to the east and entered Sylira. This he found much more interesting, and he has been wandering the region willy-nilly for the best part of seven years. Religion Cirrus worships Rauth, after a fashion, because his travelling lifestyle and love of music more or less embodies Rauth's creed. He isn't excessively religious, but he believes that all song is Rauth's song and so sees his daily work as payment to his god even as others are delivering payment to him. Likes Cirrus is slightly shallow, and likes being admired and having friends. He has a self-defining love of music - it is his livelihood, his great love, his passion and his life. He loves comparing skills with fellow musicians and will often idly harmonise with nearby performing musicians if his lyre is to hand. He loves fine clothing and lodging but detests rich food, as it rarely agrees with him. His favorite colour is pale green. His favorite food is roast chicken. He's never found anything in all his travels that tastes quite like chicken. Dislikes Cirrus maintains a slightly rough yet sophisticated appearance and hates it when dirt mars his look. As such, he hates getting dirty (pictured). He isn't at all fond of fighting, preferring to make friends to enemies, and actually feels bad when someone is angry at his no matter how unjustified their position - he just hates being hated. He dislikes exerting power over anyone for the same reason; he feels he is exploiting a willing subject and goes to reasonable lengths to make reparation for all charity. Goals Cirrus is out to see as much as he can of the world and then die a quick, spectacular death without making any lasting impact. This view may seem fatalistic; to him, it is the ideal life to lead. Nobody will curse your name if you die unknown - nobody will hurt your family. Never rock the boat and the boat will never capsize. |