Cyric

[Cyric]

Cyric Appearance Race: Nuit Gender: Prefers males. Age: 928 Birthday: 30, Winter, 415 BV. Birthplace: No longer remembers. Likely no longer exists Appearance: Currently is occupying a human male body whoms hair has been cleanly shaved off. It is young and fresh, the man had died from some frail human ailment... leaving it quite intact. Character Concept Cyric is an insane wizard, he has taken great pains to obtain the basic styles and abilities of nearly every kind of personal magic possible (besides leeching which he despises...) he hates humanity and works with humans simply as a means to further their demise. He truly is a coniving and hateful creature... If he is driven by anything it is only to cause corruption and violence anywhere he goes Unlike some Nuits he absolutely adores the means of his existance, taking a sickening pleasure in murdering the people whom currently serve as the vessel for his Ichor like existance. Sometimes he has taken another body simply for the pleasure of watching that persons loved ones squirm in terror as there lover or friend dies and becomes there murderer... This situation is exceptionally rare because of the difficulty of setting such a scenario up safely. So it is a real treat when he can pull it off. His twisted mind was made this way by humans as he once was, he holds ALL mankind responsible for it. The power he will one day live to wield again will be maginficent and strike terror into the hearts of all. On another note he keeps the canines of every being he has ever had chance to occupy. He keeps them on lengths of string drilling tiny holes to addorn them forever. Due to his advanced age many of them are rather ancient. Due to his highly keen (but insane) mind he remembers nearly every persons name he has on his jewelry. Character History Journal Entry 418 AV Spring 12. I used to live in a small hamlet that the name of and location has long since slipped from my memory... The name of my father has also eluded my memories, I only recall him having been a mage (a strong one at that) seeking to master every magical discipline, including leeching... His mother was named Tira, a gorgeous woman by anyone's standards. More of a trophy for my vain and accomplished father... If I were to describe my life in the hamlet with the small population of townsfolk, I would say it was peaceful. I grew to be a rather strong lad, able of body and mind. Taking on to my fathers teachings of magic very well. He was a master of all, including world magics. Looking at it now he may have been merely competent... Though to a boy in his teen years, anything he did looked like a masterpiece of magic. Though there was something he knew for sure his father was a master of... Malediction... A practical and useful art, easier to perform then most world magics. The cost of the materials only limited by the bodies of monsters available on hand and such. He did not teach me much of this practice but my keen trained mind allowed me to piece things together on my own. I loved to indirect way of learning. Though one day I learned that what he was practicing the art for... One day we had a visitor. At the time before the Valetarian, visitors wer not entirely unheard of. But this man was special... He was covered in talismans and the like that simply radiated magical power. Some were clearly Magecrafted... But most were not... They had a profane aura to them, pain and agony seeped from them. It scared me to no end the aura this created around the man, even with my novice level of training in such magics I could see the cruel nature of this man... A house cat prickled its back in fright as it turned tail and ran from the beast and wouldn't you know it... My father was his destination... The man went inside the house with my father at the time. Passing me along the way, he smelled positively horrible... A grotesque mixture of perfumes and and burnt flesh... Why my father would associate with such a person had Cyric in quite the fit... Once the man and his father entered the stone walls of there small hamlet home, I sat outside the door. Waiting for my father to let me in, I know a beating would be swift if I interrupted his important meeting. It was then that I began to realize it had been many chimes since the two had entered. I decided then that it would be best to peek inside and see what was going on. a 14 year old boy was a very curious creature indeed... What I a saw caused me no end of nightmares afterword, as my mother dangled from a hook, missing all her limbs yet using some profane disgusting magic she yet lived... Begging my father to kill her. It was then he saw me, my mind went blank after that. As I feinted from the conscious world... Cyric closed his journal then, deciding that was enough memories of the past for an evening... Putting the journal away in the drawer of his desk, moving on to some other project for the moment... Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Pavi Poor Language: Nari Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Glyphing SP5 5 Novice Voiding SP10 10 Novice Flux SP5 5 Novice Hypnotism SP5,1, 3 9 Novice Auristics SP5 5 Novice Reimancy, Fire Sp5, 1 6 Novice Shielding SP5 5 Novice Shifting SP5 5 Novice Projection SP5 5 Novice Embalming RB10 10 Novice Rhetoric 1 1 Novice Observation 2, 3 5 Novice Socialisation 2 2 Novice Lores Lore of Ravok Culture Lore of Religion: Rhysol A Symenestra from Kalinor A Bounty for "Inoadar Chaos at the Ebonstryfe Display Possessions 1 Set of Clothing  -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak (covers everything) -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel  -Preserving kit -Monster Bone Staff Heirloom: large disgusting necklaces bracelets and belts of string that has the canines of every human or any other being he has ever occupied for any ammount of time. Taken out whenever he changes bodies. Has over 600 teeth in total and obviously is growing... The people he has managed to kill in rather pleasurable ways he keeps on his main neckalace around his neck. Housing Location: Ravok House: An average sized, single room apartment with a bed, table, a couple chairs, wardrobe, and complimentary chamber pot. Later added 2 Shelf Sets Average, 2 cupboards average, hearth average, Bookcase Average, Desk Average, Wash Basin Average. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Preserving kit -5 95 Monster Bone Quarterstaff -4 91 Extra Furniture -21 70 Toolkit Crafters -25 45 Gold thrown in thread -20 25 Squalor living expenses for Spring 514 -5 20 Current Total 20 GM 20 GM Thread List Among The Filth Character Sheet An Exercise in Escalation