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Legend
One life one death c:
Always consent
Always consent
(Samiwashere
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~{ Cir Galp-see }~
+~ Current Thoughts ~+
One man's dead, one man's blind. . An' all over a lass. There's a story 'ere, somewhere. . .Michcat K9
“I see you’re in need of some aid -
A sharp voice and a sharper blade.
Don’t be nervous,
I’m at your service!
(Though my lines are a bit cliched)”
KEY INFORMATION
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: A Halfling
Social Status: Bard
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: Quite tall, for a Halfling (A source of constant pride). Standing at only 3'9ft, Cyr often still gets mistaken for a child. But a tall child!
Weight: Not exactly fat but far from thin.
Homeland: The slums of Cochran
Current Home: You'll find him in the tavern of Storms Landing
"Sit back, relax, I’ll play you a tune
To my melodies no one is immune
Yet it’s my gentle complexion,
That’ll rouse their affections
And cause the ladies to swoon.”
PHYSIOLOGY
Build: Short, stout and short. As a Halfling, Cyr wasn't exactly given a fighting chance (I'm sorry) when it comes to combat. His pudgy arms and legs don't make him very threatening, however Cyr's agility is useful for getting out of any sticky situations.To my melodies no one is immune
Yet it’s my gentle complexion,
That’ll rouse their affections
And cause the ladies to swoon.”
PHYSIOLOGY
Hair: Long well-groomed brown hair covers his ears and stops at his neck.
Eyes: His light green eyes lie just close enough together on his face that he is considered unattractive.
Identifying Marks: Cyr wears a copper earring on his left ear. Despite being a base metal of very little value, the ring is polished to perfection.
Appearance: Standing at only 3'9ft, Cyr is often mistaken for a child. He does his best to dispel this misconception by swearing often, and loudly.
Clothing: Cyr wears whatever he can find -
Weaponry: His weapons? A lute, a drum and his voice.
Prized Possessions: Bards are, by their nature, sentimental creatures. If you were to break any of his instruments, Cyr would not be pleased. That being said, he's well aware that his equipment will suffer some knocks on the road - As they have. Both his Instruments, the lute and the drum, are Halfling sized. Another race would find both extremely unwieldy to play. [+] [+]
Cyr's is no ordinary lute. Built by the automaton Vorar Elem-Polvur, this instrument is evidently one of exceptionally high quality. Equipped with strings of various materials and capable of giving the full range of harmonics, this is a lute built by a master craftsman - for a master bard. On the body it is adorned with a series of closed flower bulbs, hence the name: The Rose Lute. [+] ( (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ Baron )
Cyr is extremely proud of his "war wound", a faint light graze on his left arm given to him by a Salacious Scorpion (Charybdis) .
Hygiene: First impressions are everything for a bard - Therefore Cyr tries to keep himself as clean as possible.
Voice: Deep (for a Halfling), and somewhat melodic
“Oh, it looks like we’re now in a fight,
I don’t have the strength of a knight.
But with a twirl and a spin,
I’ll undoubtedly win
Be warned I’m about to bite”
QUALITIES AND FLAWS
Strengths:I don’t have the strength of a knight.
But with a twirl and a spin,
I’ll undoubtedly win
Be warned I’m about to bite”
QUALITIES AND FLAWS
Cyr Galpsi is of common stock - That doesn't stop him acting like an aloof lord, yet he knows well when he's annoying people. Cyr has relied on his wit and his instinct to keep him alive this long. He is charismatic and a great storyteller - It's hard to know whether he's sincerely trying to befriend you, or just get his hands on that coin purse of yours. That being said if you do manage to befriend Cyr Galpsi, you'll have a life long ally. You'll also have to put up with those his certain. . . irritating qualities. Choose wisely! Cyr's main strength lies in his music - His voice and his instruments.
Fears:
Cyr would be lying if he said he had no fears - in fact it's closer to the opposite. Anyone remotely physically intimidating gives Cyr the chills. Yet as a bard, it's his job to act and tell stories - It's not that hard to hide his fears. Just push 'em deep deep down.
Cyr fears dying before having achieved the recognition he feels he deserves.
Weaknesses:
The Halfling bard suffers from an unfortunate side effect of his profession. He is both extremely cocky and extremely vain, two traits that often gets him in trouble. As a Halfling, Cyr is physically weak and therefore certainly not much of a fighter.
Intelligence: Cyr has street smarts in buckets. Despite having no formal education, Cyr knows just enough to get by as a bard. He has picked up a wide range of folk tales, most with very little (if any) historical basing.
Cyr has spent a considerable amount of time in Compendium, not just reading but talking to people too. There are still gaping holes in his education but he is by no means a fool.
His knowledge of Old World geography is particularly lacking.
Languages: Just Common (and snippets of songs in other languages)
Profession: A
“Every good bard needs a muse,
It can be hard to know who to choose.
Don’t want nobody smart
Or a master of art,
But a Halfling without any shoes”
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: JovialIt can be hard to know who to choose.
Don’t want nobody smart
Or a master of art,
But a Halfling without any shoes”
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Religion or Cults: Sallana - Goddess of Music
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Short Term Goals:
-Make as much money as possible [<]
-Improve his standing as a bard [>]-Learn more reputable stories and songs [>]
-Make some friends [>]
-Find out what the deal is with these curious Makani, specifically Vassi Colonelgames [=]
-Find some Patrons [=]
Long Term Goals:
-Find a muse [=]
-Learn how to play the flute [<]
-Learn another language [=]
-Write his epic [=]
-Experience the world and tell its story [>]
Key: [=]-Not changing [>]-Making progress [<]-Losing Progress [~]-Completed [x]-Failed
“I once passed by an old dwarven mine,
Filled with bottles of ale and wine
In the corner, a monk
Was totally drunk.
Turns out it was old Korog’s shrine!”
TRIVIA
Favourite... Filled with bottles of ale and wine
In the corner, a monk
Was totally drunk.
Turns out it was old Korog’s shrine!”
TRIVIA
Place: The Tavern
Pastime: Singing, playing his lute or banging his drum
Food: Seafood - yum!
Drink: Ale
Colour: Purple
Animal: The common Blackbird
Least Favourite...
Place: The inside of a jail cell
Pastime: Fighting
Food: Leek soup
Drink: Sour milk
Colour: Orange
Animal: Anything that has claws, sharp teeth or pincers
INSPIRATIONS:
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