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[color=ed145b][h3][i]"Hot chicks, nice drinks, and a big ol' intimate family that makes me jus' wanna sing; what's not to love?~"[/i][/h3][/color][hr][hr]
 
[color=ed145b][h3]Basic Info[/h3][/color]
 
[color=ed145b][b]Name::[/b][/color]
Cyril Parjure

[color=ed145b][b]Nickname/Alias::[/b][/color]
The Twine Tittering Troubadour

[color=ed145b][b]Gender::[/b][/color]
Male

[color=ed145b][b]Age and date of birth::[/b][/color]
23; the 14th of February
 
[color=ed145b][b]Guild::[/b][/color]
The Harpy's Wing
The Guild Mark is emblazoned in silver on his left hands posterior
 
[color=ed145b][b]Rank::[/b][/color]
B-Class
 
[color=ed145b][h3]Personal Information[/h3][/color]
 
[color=ed145b][b]Personality::[/b][/color]
Exuberant and bubbly are the first things that come to mind when thinking about him since he has as much energy as a child who has eaten a a whole lot of sweets and is constantly on a permanent sugar high. While he does abide by... certain rules, he is an extremely free spirited individual in regards to his lifestyle. Unless working or wishing to train himself for a bit, his first thoughts will always be pleasure before business... so yeah, he's essentially a hedonist. Other than being exceedingly jolly, he's also very flirty to most female members of the guild, and just females in general. A skirt chaser at heart, he often engages most ladies in conversations with some quip and a wink before getting down to business. He claims his charm usually worked a lot during his travels, but there has yet to be proof that suffices otherwise; flirting back at him to fluster him... hasn't really worked at all. He seems difficult to fluster, but there are a few things that can push his berserk buttons.

When he does work, well... the first time he went on a mission, most people expected him to goof off and screw up things, sure, that's a given, considering his... eccentricities. But for the most part, he actually does his best to handle missions with professionalism; from time to time, he'll crack out a quip or flirt a bit, sure, but nothing too major. If there's chaos, sure, he'll do his best to regulate it, and keep his eyes on the prize. After all, he prefers not to embarrass himself, or his new family for that matter. This extends to training as well, as he seems to constantly push himself towards improvement. Strangely enough, he considers sitting around from time to time to be training, often claiming that it's to form new ideas that he can put into practice later on with his string.

Cyril is also kind of a contradictory person of sorts as well when it comes to chattering, often switching between being tactless and blunt, to careful and considerate. He does realize these two dualities, and so far actually could care less for people calling him out on it. Sure, if there's a lesson or something to be taken to heart, sure, there is a possibility of him actually learning it... but people from his guild usually have a better time getting it through his thick skull. After all, he's more prone to choosing his guild over anyone else... speaking of his guild.

The Harpy's Wing. The reason he first joined in was due to the most superficial of reasons. It essentially boiled down to [color=ed145b]"Holy crap, there's a buncha' hot ladies here! How can I [i]not[/i] get in on that?!"[/color] Sure, he ended up doing missions solo early on since not a whole lot of people wanted anything to do with him, but eventually, he came to (pleasantly) open up to a bunch of other people, and interact with the other guys in the guild. Despite his tendencies, he very much treats the guild like his family, being excessively loyal to a scary degree. He'll fight tooth and nail against anyone who disregards his guild as worth as much as the wings of a clipped harpy. This companionship and closeness to the others is very difficult to shake off, and anyone trying to sway his loyalty will probably end up with their mouths bound up by his magic.

While this is minor, he seems to get a bit... excited when he gets the chance to tie something up for his own fun as opposed to work.

[color=ed145b][b]History::[/b][/color]
For the most part, Cyril hasn't really revealed much of his past before he started traveling as a wandering minstrel/mage, but from what can be gathered, most of it starts off as this - he was the child of two S ranked mages that were a part of a now defunct guild known as the Silver Foxes and became orphaned after an attack from the Dark Guild known as the Binding Origins who launched a successful attack on the town housing the Silver Foxes. In short, there were little to no survivors

There have been doubts over if his parents really were S-Class mages, or if he really was a survivor of the incident. For the most part, however, his description of the events that happened seem to line up with his story, so it's difficult to refute him being a survivor.

Regardless, what he does note is that he started traveling alone at the age of nine after the destruction of his hometown, vowing to have his revenge on the Dark Guild... which frankly sounds like a pipe dream at most of a child. He survived in the wilderness for a bit, putting what his parents taught him to the test when surviving. He relied on his string traps to often catch animals or recover fruits, sometimes making a makeshift hammock using his magic.

However, he didn't hang out in the wilderness like a wild child, nooooo. He did his best to move around, navigating himself from one town or the other. Cyril also constantly did his best to take up any jobs that were available in town. Sure, it was difficult to find work since he was quite literally a kid; its hard to take someone serious when they aren't even half your size, let alone over half your age. But regardless, he found work where he needed and was successful for the most part...

Well, until he ran into a stint... namely, bringing in some criminals; rogue magi...

When he was ten, Cyril claimed he would do this in one of the towns, most people believed the child was joking... too bad he wasn't. he bought some food and water, other miscellaneous items, and so on, ready to take them on... except, well...

Cyril got completely curb stomped by those magi after hunting them for a few days. His ass was royally kicked to the curb and was about to be finished off, if not for the intervention of some nomadic magi. They heard about the bounty on the rogue magi, but they didn't expect what looked to be a kid facing off against these dangerous people. The group dispatched the wanted magi and saved Cyril from what was going to be his last breath.

Later on, they collected the bounty and questioned why the kid was trying to bite off more than he could chew, and where his parents were. He spilled the story to them with some difficulty, resulting in them... not believing the kid until doing a little bit of research behind some of his words. They ended up believing what Cyril told them in the end... and decided to invite him along for displaying his bravery against fighting those rogue magi.

Since he honestly had no home to return or go back to, nor did he feel like jumping into some orphanage, Cyril gladly accepted the offer...

... and for the first few weeks of his life with the nomadic magi, he was mainly relegated to benign, menial labor, such as setting up some campgrounds, organization, cooking, all that jazz. They often joked around with the kid, showing bouts and bits of sincerity to him... before they decided to take the kid seriously and truly indoctrinated him into their group after some amounts of hazing...

His time with them was rather exhilarating as he slowly, but surely began to expand his magic under the tutelage of his new family. Along with that, they thought it would be a good idea to give a kid a sword, which became known to him as The Dancer's Blade, just in case he needed to protect himself in the case that he [i]couldn't[/i] use his magic... While he did question the choice of weaponry, they hand-waved it, saying most kids associate swords with badass hero types, and due to his age, it would be a perfect fit for him.

... Cyril didn't argue with them over that fact.

While traveling around, he began to picking up even more skills (other than being instructed on how to use the blade) thanks to the troupe. High Flying Am L. Lea caught his eye with her nimble antics, sparking some fire in his eyes when he stated he wished to learn how to do those flips, twists, and tricks she knew... considering her magic, it was a bit of a pain in the keister, and he sometimes even quit at it... and then came back later to it. Sinful Atra, for shits and giggles decided to see how (badly) Cyril could sing... and was pleasantly surprised that he had some chance of talent that he did instruct him and showed the kid how to utilize his voice.

He did enjoy the performances he had with them, especially when Am launched Atra and him up during their moment to sing to a large audience... heh, it was spectacular.

However, some of the groups more... amorous actions did leave a sizable impression on the boy while he was young, despite the fact that they tried (and failed hard) to shield them from such things. When it was impossible, well... he got another lesson. Regardless, his time with them there, raunchy or otherwise, left him as a hedonistic young man that eventually decided to pride himself on his own personal freedoms.

When he was fourteen years old, he decided to strike it out on his own. While this did worry the other members, they decided to set up an unspecified test to see if he could truly make it out there. This test involved panty snatching in the most suave manner as possible, serenading some townsfolk, managing to pass  Vulcan off as a human without it using its take over ability and getting it a whole lot of drinks at a local bar, and so on. While they weren't being serious on the last thing that was mentioned, he actually managed to do this after bribing it with a date with the girl he was panty snatching from (she was cool with both things he was doing, surprisingly enough), and having the townsfolk trust him after his song.

Regardless, it was a heartfelt good bye as the whole group didn't want to see the kid go... and to be honest, neither did he... but his newfound pride in his freedom was what allowed them to respect that and in the end, let each other go. While they were good with the memories, Am honestly wanted something a little more corporeal to remember the kid by...

So they went to a store, and bought one set of earrings for each other; it was actually shaped like a music note, but looked as provocatively as a leg. One of his final memories was getting is left ear pierced for the first time... and how he howled like hell after feeling its pinch.

Yeah, he definitely would remember that; usually takes it off when on the job, but otherwise is seen with it when at the guild.

Afterwords, he became Minstrel of sorts, wandering from town to town, using his new talents to impress and woo to the best of his abilities... despite him being somewhat cheesy for the most part when it came to his flirting. He also took on jobs when he wasn't performing, not letting his magic abilities settle while he was busy trying to get into another persons pants.

Two years later, his latest ventures took Cyril to Luna Crescente. For the most part, he thought this would be like most towns - hit it, quit it, and possibly come back to it later. However, what he didn't expect was the Harpy's Wing guild to be there. He had no interest in joining a guild, even more so one whose founding principle was to take in people who didn't have a home; sort of like strays.

When looking over the place, it was... shockingly nice and quaint to him. Cyril expected this to be more of a shelter to those lacking homes, but it turns out it had a huge amount of mages that appeared to be able to handle themselves relatively well.

But most importantly, the biggest thing that drew him to this guild was...

... the number of girls in this place! Oh yeah! While he did expect it to be a shelter at first, the first sight he was greeted by was so many women, to the point that he thought this was an all women guild... until he found a sizable amount of guys who were a part of the foray. Regardless, he didn't know much about how to join up with a guild, and assumed that he had to talk with the guild master or whatever to be officially a part of the guild.

And then he later found out it was a woman that was twice his age... yeah.

backing up a bit, him joining the guild was a messy one with the amount due to the excessive amount of people he flirted with inside the hall. This disturbance of the nest ended up drawing some attention of a few S-Class mages and the guild master... and then Cyril proceeded to hit on the guild master and any female S-Class mages who went after him.

Honestly, most of them wanted his annoying ass out with the guild leader trying to let him down gently and get him to leave. It got him to let out one of these gems that a few of his guildmates still tease him over to this day - [color=ed145b]"Miss, the age just makes it even better,"[/color] he spoke up in a highly confident and energetic manner, winking lasciviously at the much older lady as he twirled his hands around and snapped, pointing finger guns at her.

After a while, he did end up joining up with the guild, much to the chagrin of some of the members. Most expected him to realize that most of them wanted nothing to do with the skirt chaser and thought he would move on somewhere.

Most of them now would be surprised now seven years down the line if he [i]actually[/i] left the guild... or stopped hitting on other guildmates, for that matter...

[color=ed145b][h3]Magic[/h3][/color]
 
[color=ed145b][b]Magic Name::[/b][/color]
String Magic

[color=ed145b][b]Description::[/b][/color]
[url=http://fairytail.wikia.com/wiki/Thread_Magic]String/Thread Magic;[/url] since there isn't enough info on it, I'll be expanding on it.

String magic, in a nutshell, is a caster type magic that allows him to manipulate threads on a whim to ensnare, entangle, and essentially just "trap" opponents. However, there is much more to his magic than just simple tricks of tangling opponents, though, for the most part, almost all of his abilities will allow him to tie something up. The power is diverse as he can go as far as to "turn" himself into string, albeit starting at his limbs, create replica's of him that walk and act like him (though talking is probably not plausible, at least, not yet), reinforce his clothes with string for a lightweight armor source, and so on. As a result, this allows for a high amount of versatility, allowing him to be put where needed when on the job.

[color=ed145b][b]Known Spells::[/b][/color]
[hider=String Magic Spells][color=ed145b][b]Lashing Strand:[/b][/color] A basic spell that allows the user to create a thin whip from their fingers, allowing him to strike from certain ranges; the string  is easily adjustable, but the longer the reach is, the longer it will take for him to strike someone; usually causes light bleeding, but can be manipulated for other uses, namely in his favorite way - tying things up. This ranges from mobility to dragging someone towards him. He also has the ability to create more strands from the rest of his fingers.

[color=ed145b][b]Venus Bow Trap:[/b][/color] A basic spell that allows the user to plant a sort of mine in the shape of a bow; can come in different colors, ranging from harpy blue to golem green. These bows are simple and can easily be made in bulk, taking a minute or two to create; unlike yarn grenades, these don't expire if not used within a certain time limit. When someone steps within a foot of the bow that isn't the user, it will automatically lash out and swiftly wrap around the victims limb. While it is made of string, it is surprisingly difficult to break out of, even with conventional weaponry. The longest someone can stay trapped is five minutes, tops before the bow releases them... if no one attacks it, at least. Currently working to make a trap that can differentiate between guild members; can't be thrown and must be on a surface to properly activate.

[color=ed145b][b]Yarn Grenade:[/b][/color] A basic spell that's similar to the Venus Bow Trap in many ways; these ways range from being able to be made in bulk, but at a superior pace (i.e. ten to twenty seconds to create one, tops). The difference, however, is that these yarn grenades are extremely sensitive. The moment it makes contact with anything, besides the user, it will "explode," entangling the opponent or their weapon in a sea of string. If it hits a tree, that tree and others beside it might end up being tied up. It is possible to get Cyril tangled up in his own string, albeit to a small degree (i.e. only his hand will be tied up for a few seconds) if someone blows up the yarn before he tosses it.

[color=ed145b][b]Clothing Creation:[/b][/color] Basically what it says on the tin. While it will take some time to properly make some decent looking clothes, the user can create different types of clothes to wear on the go. To make a shirt and pants will in total probably last up between fifteen and twenty minutes, but it's still something. This might have other uses... like exploding into string and tying up an opponent, or [i]not[/i] being used to create clothes.

[color=ed145b][b]Stringy Armaments:[/b][/color] A simple spell that can fall under clothing creation to a degree; the user can cast either on allies or himself. The user weaves the string together, creating a thick padding that can be used to soften blows against enemy attacks. Along with that, it also has the "unique" ability to insulate peoples clothing.

[color=ed145b][b]Threads of Fate:[/b][/color] A spell that allows for two way communication between only him and another person; attempting to do this with more than one person usually causes the user to gain major headaches and have difficulty casting their magic. Regardless, the way the user does this is by creating two pieces of string, and then tying it to his finger and the other persons finger. To end the spell, either party will have to just simply remove the string finger from their hand. As a result, both pieces of string will dissolve. While these pieces of string can be dyed, he usually doesn't dye them for guys; for girls, he usually sticks to the color red for both of them... god knows why.

[color=ed145b][b]Intertwined Mimic:[/b][/color] This is... probably one of his spells that takes longer to cast due to the fact that he's making a full, life sized version of himself; that's six and more feet of this lean, mean, handsome machine he has to make. However, the speeds that he can make a carbon copy of himself... vary. And by vary, I mean he can either take thirty minutes to make a perfect replica of himself, with the only drawback being how long it takes to form a mimicry of himself... or he can forcibly make one right off the bat, significantly weakening him a couple of minutes, causing dizziness, difficulty to focus and cast spells, and all that jazz for five minutes.

Along with that, if he creates a version of himself the normal, slow way, he can automatically begin creating another. However, if he does it the short and quick way he... will have to wait thirty minutes before actually making another copy.

While this copy can walk and act like him, Cyril has been unable to make it communicate like him. Strangely enough, despite not being able to speak, Cyril has figured out how to have it cast spells, which is kind of peculiar. The spells, however, are limited to Lashing Strand, Venus Bow Trap, and Yarn Grenade. Along with that, they are much less durable than him, and have the unique property of exploding on death if Cyril wills it.

When exploding, the copy snares everything around it within five meters of themselves, disabling movement and such until the victim manages to wriggle or cut their way out; essentially a larger, aoe version of Venus Bow Trap and Yarn Grenade. However, if it does cast any of these spells, its durability will begin to decrease; once its durability is at its minimum, the next spell it casts will have it automatically act as a suicide bomb. Along with that, the more damage it takes, the less area it can cover and ensnare in yarn, decreasing to a minimum of one meter.

[color=ed145b][b]Fibers of Life:[/b][/color] Starting at his fingers or toes, Cyril can slowly begin to turn "unravel" himself, turning his body into string. While this does take some time to turn himself into string, like give or take five minutes, it usually takes him a few seconds to reform into his full self, taking about ten to fifteen seconds. Uniquely, if he doesn't completely unravel himself, he can utilize the parts of the string to "see" other areas.

For an example, lets say there's a wall with a small hole on the ground. He has no idea whats on the other side of the wall, nor can he peek through. So, he turns part of his body into string and feels around the area. In a nutshell, he can only see what he touches with his stringy hands.

Along with that, if he himself gets cut up in string form, it really isn't that big of a deal. He'll reform and end up having a cut on him. If you slice up his string for multiple times, well, lets just say he'll be bleed a lot; death by a thousand cuts for comparison.

[b][color=ed145b]High Fibril Physique:[/color][/b] Wrapping a certain part of his body in string, the user makes a perfectly replica of his limb... except bigger. While this doesn't seem to have changed much other than making that portion of his body bigger, it actually strengthens that part of his body, whether it comes to running, punching something, or handling blows. He can also detonate this power once again, not only entangling anyone unfortunate to get within his range, but partially entangling the part of the body Cyril has wrapped his string around.

[color=ed145b][b]Silk and Serenity:[/b][/color] Absorb any type of fiber out there, including your own clothes to restore any magical energy lost in the process. He can only absorb non-magical fibers when doing this, strangely enough. Absorbing clothes or string created by magic (including ones made by his own hand) will not actually restore his magical energy. He can only absorb animal fibers and specific plant fibers (bast fibers). Another drawback is the limit he has, being able to only absorb up to a quarter of a cubic meter of fabric before being overwhelmingly bloated (in the magic sense) that he cannot absorb any further for some time.

Unless in a dire situation, he refuses to absorb his own clothes, finding them to be exquisitely fabulous.~[/hider][color=ed145b][h3]Other[/h3][/color]

[color=ed145b][b]Extra Skills + Misc. Info::[/b][/color]
Due to his time traveling with the nomadic magi, Cyril has garnered different types of knowledge, ranging from actually knowing how to cook for himself to being organized. Other than those simple and menial tasks, he was further educated on utilizing his magic and swordsmanship that was originally taught to him by his parents. Further more, he gained new skills during his time there: acrobatics and singing; slowly, but surely, he continued to improve on them after he left the group and went his own way. Enjoys showing off his flips and dives from time to time, and claims he can make his voice go for soprano to alto; flat to sharp, you name it!

His height is currently at six feet and four inches; he prefers to keep his weight an enigma wrapped within a mystery... because hey, if the girls can do it, so can he!... what's so funny?

[color=ed145b][b]Relatives::[/b][/color]
Papa Parjure - Parent - Proclaimed as Deceased

Mama Parjure - Parent - Proclaimed as Deceased
 
[color=ed145b][b]Possessions::[/b][/color]
"The Dancer's Blade:" Affectionately called "Olivia" by him, this is a rather well crafted basket-hilted sword; it has a beautiful steel sheen to it, and looks to have been carefully maintained by Cyril. Contrasting the pure white of the steel is the darkened hilt and handle of the sword. What's most interesting about the design is the hand guard, as it looks like... well... two black hands reaching out to each other. Has been carrying it around with him ever since he left his hometown and claims he kept it as a keepsake, as well as a thing to defend himself with in case he couldn't rely on magic.
 
[color=ed145b][b]Theme Song::[/b]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhI0EUHRuhg[/youtube][/color][/center][/hider]

[hider=Cyril's Relationships... no, not that kind!]
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[b]Arianna Carolina:[/b]
[color=ed145b]"Heh, part of me thinks she might be cursed by a Stone Crab God or somethin'... er, inside joke, inside joke,"[/color] he says, waving to the viewers, trying to dismiss what he just said. He lightly flushes, chuckling a bit a he murmurs to himself.

[color=ed145b]"Ah, anyways, Arianna is our beautiful matron of the guild; twice m'age and still smokin' hot, yowza! Ended up making a rather... interesting impression on her and most of the ladies in the guild... still hit on the lovely high flyin' lady from time to time,"[/color] he murmurs, looking off to the side for a few seconds before snapping back to attention.

[color=ed145b]"... but I digress; Arianna, other than her looks being just as great as her magic, she's a hardworking figurehead I look up to. She's more than ready to put her life on the line for everyone here, and treats us like her own children... kinda' wish she didn't for me, but honestly, I'm fine with that; after all, her heart is like this guild - warm and welcoming."[/color]

[b]Illedrith Adrasia:[/b]
[color=ed145b]"I won't lie, I legitimately thought Mis was Arianna's daughter, mainly on the fact that their personalities are pretty interwoven with each other,"[/color] he lazily says, reclining in his seat a bit as he stares up in the ceiling. It appears his eyes are glazed over a bit, almost as if he was caught in a trance.

[color=ed145b]"She's one of the few lovely individuals that I will admit to constantly flirting with... a lot... I mean, she's one of the few I [i]reeeeeaaaaaally[/i] enjoy being around, and not just for her looks,"[/color] his eyes glimmer rightly as he widely grins, seemingly lost in a trance.

[color=ed145b]"... oh, ah, er,"[/color] the chair he was reclining in comes down with a crash, causing a bit of a jitter; his smile, however doesn't fade away. [color=ed145b]"Mis' looks are just as wonderful as her beautiful personality. She is super enthusiastic as me, save for the fact that hers is much more infectious than mine around people... mine ends up with a new hand mark across my face,"[/color] he stifles a chuckle at his own self-deprecating joke. Spying something off to the side, his eyes drift away from yours for a few seconds as he steals a glance elsewhere. Glancing off to the side reveals a woman in red hair chatting with some of the other guild members on the side.

Cyril's glimpse lasts longer than yours as you wait for him to break away, his eyes almost glaze over... before realizing he's been keeping you waiting and snapping back to attention. [color=ed145b]"Er, uhm, sorry... again,"[/color] his grin seems anxious, his laughing a little bit more awkward as he works to straighten himself out. The mage clears his throat and brushes his hair back before stretching his arms for a few seconds.

[color=ed145b]"Before I got sidetracked, Mis also loves our family  whole lot more than I; essentially, she's a dedicated young woman who strives to not only improve herself, but our own family. She's pretty admirable, honestly; a good example to live by,"[/color] the mage exclaims, pumping up his fists in front of him as he flashes a toothy grin... before slowly toning it down a bit.

[color=ed145b]"My only complaints about her really is her one track mind,"[/color] Cyril stares off to the side, his smile become a thin strip of a straight line as he muses for a few seconds.

[color=ed145b]"After all, understanding more sides than your own would greatly help her out with her leadership. Plus, it's a lot healthier t'keep an open mind, y'hear?"[/color]

Waving it off, Cyril quickly adopts a less defeatist looking visage, smiling confidently with some renewed vigor. [color=ed145b]"Mis is also one of the three lovely ladies I train with to improve myself, usually utilizing blade and magic with her... and honestly? I think she's helped me hone all of my skills even further,"[/color] he chuckles for a bit before looking down at the ground, muttering something to himself. [color=ed145b]"... I still need to ask her out sometime..."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"... I wonder what she enjoys doing on her times off,"[/color] he murmurs, trailing off a bit as he presses a hand to his chin, forgetting about your presence.

[b]Ceri:[/b]
[color=ed145b]"Ah! Illedrith's little friend! Honestly, I [i]very[/i] seldom see her around anyone else, aside from Mis,"[/color] he pokes his cheek, rubbing it as he stares off to the side.

[color=ed145b]"Honestly? I tried chatting with the chickadee from time to time, but she's pretty... shy, and our conversations are usually pretty one-sided,"[/color] he mumbles, that spark of optimism and his smile slightly fading away for a few seconds before perking up.

[color=ed145b]"I don't think she really considers me a friend, but honestly, she seems like a pretty sweet person, comparable to a cinnamon bun! Hehe... I really hope that one day I can call her a friend, I really do..."[/color]

Kyuuten Rallis:

[b]Saeko:[/b] [color=ed145b]"Ohoho, gettin' back around t'one of the guilds lovely Rose's; wanna know what my thoughts are on this lovely lass, dontcha',"[/color] he chortles, a small, mischievous grin stretches across his face as he tilts his head. [color=ed145b]"Hate t'break it to ya bud, but I've got the girl fallin' for my good looks, guile, and Cyril Parjure Charm..."[/color] He flashes the viewers a mighty grin, winking at them as he takes a sip of his drink before setting it down.

[color=ed145b]"... alright, alright, maybe not so much as charmed, but she doesn't try't smack me across th'ead like Alex, nor does she find my wiles to be amusing like Mis,"[/color] he almost pouts and sulks a bit at the last part, though his own simper doesn't falter. [color=ed145b]"But yeah, Saeko is one of the three beauts who gets a constant attention from yours truly,"[/color] he holds up his hand, his thumb, index, and middle sticking out as he winks one eye and keeps it shut.

[color=ed145b]"But other than thaaaaat,"[/color] Cyril props his arm on the table before resting his head on his hand as he sweeps his index finger across his cheek constantly. [color=ed145b]"She needs to smile more, honestly... kinda sucks that she doesn't do it more, as she really does look a lot more beautiful when she isn't jus' puttin' up that cool, serious visage around us all."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Regardless, she's as determined and driven as many of the others in the family... though, she could work on handling the short fuse a bit, as she could be driven to do other things if left uncheck... though, I must admit, Saeko's face when angry is absolutely adorable as opposed to frightening,"[/color] he chuckle, downing the rest of this drink.

[color=ed145b]"Other than Mis, she's one of the few I train with, moreso to improve my swordplay rather than magic... however, it's usually alongside Alex as well. While I will say I'm a bit ahead of her, Saeko is improving at a very impressive rate! Honestly, the results will speak for themselves, I'm positive about that."[/color]

[b]Dreadlin Nauss:[/b]
[color=ed145b]"I won't lie... I miiiiiight of attacked him on the first day, thinking he was a threat that had infiltrated the guild... yeah, that was sorta'... awkward,"[/color] Cyril ruffles the back of his hair, chuckling anxiously, staring forlornly off to the side.

[color=ed145b]"... thankfully, that misunderstanding was cleared up with the guild leader and 'im. Sure, I kept an eye on the guy, expecting him to try and eat us, or somethin', but as it turns out, the big lug is surprisingly a pretty friendly and optimistic person, jus' like most of the members in our strange, but happy family,"[/color] he chuckled pressing both of his hands behind the nape of his neck.

[color=ed145b]"... and best of all, he makes a dang good drinkin' buddy! Still workin' to out drink Dreadlin, but for the most part I think I'm makin' some progress!"[/color]

Pan:

Alexandria Galtemalos:

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Delsin Bastille:

[b]Vega Ashworth:[/b]
Cyril begins squeezing his fists shut, to the point where his palms could begin bleeding any second now. His visage darkens, and that glimmer in his eyes unusually fades out, being replaced by a malignant flame in his eyes, burning with hatred... or was it fear? Even with the question, Cyril's smile never wavers, never fading, even as contempt washes over his face. [color=ed145b]"Vega, huh,"[/color] he murmurs it as if there were a heavy weight on his chest, his voice, his tone, a complete monotone.

[color=ed145b]"He's an assclown, plain and simple,"[/color] he enthusiastically answered, his tone contrasting with his rage soddened visage. For a moment there his cheek twitched, his smile starting to falter. It wasn't long before he dropped the simpering display, and groaned; he was frowning.

[color=ed145b]"... yeah, that's kind of the simplest way I can describe this... [i]THIS[/i] god damn smudge of the Golem's Hand Guild,"[/color] he spits venom, shaking his head as he place a hand against his temples. Cyril is looking elsewhere, placing his other hand up to his chin, massaging it a bit as he ponders.

[color=ed145b]"I've honestly been trying to think of reasons [i]why[/i] this cretin is a part of the Golem's Hand... and honestly, I'll probably accept any theories as fact on this insolent thief's reason for being a part of that guild,"[/color] he shrugs in defeat, sighing and mumbling a slew of curses as he furrows his brows.

[color=ed145b]"Like, if the Guild Master walked up to me and said that 'better as a Vega-table' is meant to make some of their more destructive members look better, I would honestly believe him! No matter who you compare him to in the Golem's hand, this prick will always make em' look like fucking saints... I do know guild rivalries are a thing, but this guy just takes it way too friggin' far and is generally unpleasant, no matter [i]how[/i] you spin him."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"Honestly, I really jus' wanna beat him into the ground, not only't teach him a lesson in humility and to make him stop antagonizing my family, but to reaffirm somethin' in me,"[/color] the last part he says is a soft, unintelligible mumble, clutching a fist as he lightly taps it against his forehead whilst sucking in a breath of fresh air.

[color=ed145b]"... so if ya couldn't tell, I [i]really, really[/i] don't like this repungent bastard for [i]sooooooo[/i] many reasons... plus his presence honestly makes me a bit,"[/color] he winces a bit, grinding his teeth as he struggles to finish his sentence; it's as if someone is asphyxiating him.

[color=ed145b]"... uncomfortable... now then, lets jus' change the subject; if we keep this up, we could be here all day... [i]please[/i]..."[/color]

Kazue Hattori:

Jack:

Damien Ivorn:

Seto Nakahara:

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