[hider=Cyterius Yranov][b]Name:[/b] Cyterius Yranov

[b]Gender: [/b] Male
  
[b]Age:[/b] 27

[b]Race:[/b] Human
  
[b]Appearance: [/b]

[hider=Face][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/256437762499149824/413637682296651776/Cyterius_Yranov_-_SMALLER.png[/img]
Original image courtesy of [@iTem][/hider]

Standing at 5'8, he is tan-skinned with an average body build. He has green eyes, and  short black hair that tends to get messy from the hood he usually wears. When not wearing his usual armor with the blue inquisition cape, he wears a white undershirt and leather pants with a brown leather hooded cloak with a black silhouette of a Falcon etched onto the back
  
[b]Personality:[/b]  
  
Quiet, Calculative, Cynical, and Cold. These would be the words to describe Cyterius by his friends. He maintains a practical and realistic worldview, not putting much weight on goodwill or that people won’t have some underlying agenda. He's by no means an easy person to approach, preferring to keep his distance from people until he's sure about them and how they think. He’s also not one to take old tales of heroism and legends at face value, always trying to see characters from the perspective that a person of their time would, and trying to think of battle tactics and strategies that ancient heroes used instead of simply "jumping in, fighting hard, and killing the bad guy". In terms of leadership, he's the kind of person that would willingly let others die if their deaths served an important purpose or a greater good. The exception to that however would be his close friends in the Luna Falcons; a small group of men and women who he grew up with and faced countless dangers alongside. Cyterius doubts he has it in himself to let them die if there was even a remote chance of saving them. 

In combat, Cyterius keeps his cool, and remains calm and collected as he analyzes the situation and the danger he is presented with. He thinks and processes information faster than most, trusting logic more than instincts or feelings, which make him more suited to a tactician role than a frontline fighter.

  
[b] History:   [/b]
  
Born to a poor family in the city of Kyrantes (pronounced Kee-ran-tez) the capital of the Artuvia region of the Human Empire, Cyterius lost his parents early on as they were locked away by the City Guard when they tried to steal from a particularly influential merchant at the marketplace. He was left alone on the streets, though his parents had helped him by teaching him how to survive off the scraps of the street, and to steal what he needed. He eventually found a sense of belonging and brotherhood from a group of street children led by a large kid named Samson Karinus. Their small group of 6 shared food and money together, helping each other survive the cruel realities of their urban environment. One day, they were approached by a relatively famous Bounty Hunter who went only by the name “Sicario” who was tracking a few of his targets in their home city. When he encountered the street children, he enlisted their help by paying them to spy on his targets, and cause distractions wherever it was needed to buy him time to either capture or kill his marks, depending on what the bounty asked.

Cyterius and the other children enjoyed working for him, and liked the amount of money they got as a share from Sicario’s earnings. The bounty hunter in turn liked the kids and their moxie and took them under his wing. Though they began doing the same tasks they did once before, they eventually became full-fledged bounty hunters as they grew, inter-dependent with each other’s skills, as efficient in the shadowy forests and in the tight sun-baked crowds of cities; no target would ever remain out of their sight for long. After their master Sicario chose to go into retirement, Cyterius took on the overall leader role for the group, with Samson acting as his right-hand and leading the others as the others liked and trusted Samson more than Cyterius. They continued their activities as the Luna Falcons, furthering their reputation as a feared group of hunters for those who had the misfortune of being marked as targets for collection by the authorities. When mercenaries hired by a crime group went after Sicario in his retirement home and killed their old master, they sought revenge and went on a bloody campaign of abduction, torture, and killing of the members of the slave-trafficking ring that carried out Sicario’s murder. Those who survived were left battered and broken in the streets of their home cities, with a note telling the local authorities that the Luna Falcons will not ask for any payment for the capture of the criminals.

After their mission of revenge, they continued their usual activities for a time, until one of their members  a girl named Nischa Ariteni, convinced them to enlist their group as a unit in the Inquisition’s army. Cyterius was skeptical at first, but eventually relented and they joined the Army, offering their services as a reconnaissance unit thanks to their experience and expertise in observing and tracking down targets, with their reputation as the Luna Falcons being an impressive resume for new enlistees. They underwent training and drills together, as well as exercises and war-games that taught them how to adapt their hunting skills to be most efficient on the battlefield. Cyterius in particular, caught the attention of their superiors with his quick tactical mind, and ability to quickly comprehend situations on the field. He was recommended for Inquisitor training, where they felt his talents would be of most use: directing the movements of both large and small forces in battle. Underneath the banner of the the lead Inquisitors Anora and Ardur, Cyterius specializes in leading small groups on reconnaissance missions along with hit-and-run guerrilla style attacks as a way to support the large-scale tactical sense of the twins he serves with.

[b]Equipment: [/b]
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[*][i]Salvo-Arm[/i]: Wrist-mounted, magazine fed custom crossbow that fires by flicking the wrist downward, with a leather strap that is tied to the palm of the hand. Each magazine holds 5 bolts but can be quickly reloaded. Has a tendency to jam with improper wrist movement, needing to pull the wrist upright quickly after firing to reset the string before the next bolt slides down. Bolts will also not slide into the firing chamber properly if not fired with the top-mounted magazine facing downwards to have gravity pull the bolts down.
[*]Light armor with thin metal plating on the torso, arms, and legs, but leather on joints and thighs. Allows quick and agile movement while providing protection from indirect blows. Blue Inquisitor cape attached to the shoulders and neck-area of the armor.
[*][i]Flying Snares:[/i] Throwable [url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolas]Bolas[/url] With two weights on each side. Used for both tying around a victim’s leg, or hitting them in the head with the spinning weights to disorient 
[*][i]Officer’s Talon:[/i] [url=https://collections.royalarmouries.org/media/emumedia/2/412/large_DI_2014_3784.jpg]a Curved Saber[/url] Primarily used by the horse-mounted military officers of their home region
[*][i]Man-Traps:[/i] A variation of a bear trap used by the Luna Falcons. Using a pressure pad in the middle, a vise snaps closed around a victim’s leg. Digging into flesh with small spikes to keep it attached. Cannot be unwound without the Falcon’s unique master-key for their Man-Traps. Often has a chain attached to a tree or other anchor to keep the target in one place
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[b]Others:[/b]
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Artuvia is a warm region of the Human Empire along its south, nearer the world's equator than the rest of the Empire. The landscape is primarily sandy deserts, dry Savannah-like open plains, and mountain ranges around which Artuvia's few forests are situated. Their primary exports are exotic meats, fruits, and spices grown in the plains and deserts that are not found in the colder climates of the Empire's main lands

The capital of Artuvia is Kyrantes, the walled Fortress-City from which the High-Lord of Artuvia reigns and dictates the laws that lords of Artuvia's cities must abide by. Artuvians are a resilient and stubborn people, braving the harsh sun and winds of their home region. When the Empire came to them to demand submission and tribute the Artuvians responded with sword and arrows, fighting Empire soldiers and citizens alike who trespassed on their borders. The superior strength and numbers of the Empire however made several cities fall, and the Artuvians were pushed back all the way to Kyrantes, the greatest of their fortress-cities towering above the plains and desert that surrounded it. It was there they broke the tide of the Empire's advance, locking them into a brutal stalemate as the Empire's soldiers were whittled down by both the Artuvians' weapons and the harshness of the desert. The Empire decided that committing to a full takeover of the region would cost too much lives and resources, so they negotiated with the leaders of Artuvia, convincing them to become close allies of the Empire along the southern border, maintaining general autonomy over their populace, but the Empire was subtle in its takeover and made their current economy reliant on goods and manpower from them, making it a difficult prospect for the High Lord of Artuvia to even consider breaking the alliance they have, especially knowing the Empire would eventually crush them given time and resources.

They have stood as a powerful independent state under the Empire, holding back the hordes of the Empire's enemies that tried to assault them from the southern deserts. The Artuvian Cavalry would be there to stomp any marching army under their heels and leave the survivors to die in the unforgiving Artuvian sun. In exchange, the Empire provided them with their goods, technology, and aid in the form of money and supplies during times of crisis, such as the back to back sandstorms that ravaged several cities some years before the Blight War, called the "Week of Lynessa's Wrath" in reference to their patron deity of the desert sun.
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