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[quote=Kalian Bel Cyris II, to his co-pilot][color=#065DAF][b]“Oh, trust me, I'm just [i]thrilled[/i] to be partnered up with you, too. Now do you wanna [i]help,[/i] or did'ja just come here to complain about it?”[/b][/color][/quote][/CENTER]
[h3]Personal Dossier[/h3][hr][sub][color=#065DAF][b]Name[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Kalian Bel Cyris II. He commonly goes by Bel.[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Age[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]19[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Gender[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Male.[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Origin[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Agria, AKA Tau Ceti E, Tau Ceti System.[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Appearance[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]When one envisions the son of a hero, Bel probably isn't the first person to come to mind. Standing at the fairly average height of five feet, eight inches, he doesn't exactly have the towering stature or striking looks one might anticipate. His face appears to still be clinging desperately to the last vestiges of its baby fat, with surprisingly round cheeks and a somewhat dull and narrow rather than sharp and chiseled jawline. His nose is low and small, and somewhat round and buttonlike in exactly the manner one might expect an overly affectionate grandmother to find quite pinchable. He has a very prominent forehead - some might call it a fivehead - framed by the short-cropped bangs of his dark, straight, and routinely messy hair, and particularly emphasized by his high-set brow. Neither of these features, one might add, do much to detract from the rather defined contour of a set of bold eyebrows that seem so prone to frowning that you could swear them to be somehow magnetically attracted to his bright, clear blue eyes. 

These eyes are, in particular, the crown jewel of his face, with a mature, focused look that perhaps, in some sense, rescues his countenance from looking wholly childish. They have a fascinating sort of energy to them, seeming to shimmer and shift with the slightest change of expression in a way which is wholly captivating. Were the rest of his features half so enthralling as his eyes, there could be no doubting him to be handsome. Nevertheless - particularly when he smiles, revealing almost equally bright rows of white teeth - he could be reasonably called somewhat attractive, or at least cute - a word which he himself would surely never tolerate.

His skin is relatively clear apart from the occasional pockmark, mole, or scar from carelessly scraping or cutting himself by accident upon some jagged piece of metal while working. Having spent his life largely either in space or underground, his skin is unsurprisingly rather pale. Nevertheless, despite his somewhat aloof lifestyle, he's in decent physical shape, probably from hauling around machine parts here and there, or from helping his family stock their small shop back when he lived with them on Agria. Nevertheless, he's less buff than he is simply thin, and as such doesn't exactly have the most imposing sort of figure.

More often than not, he's seen wearing a variety of nondescript hoodies, t-shirts, jeans, and slacks - usually blue, white, red, or gray if he can help it. However, he's particularly often seen simply wearing a hoodie over some casual clothes patterned stylistically like a flight suit, with some simple bits of padding tacked onto them for effect, but coupled with a significantly finer white and red jacket emblazoned with a red delta logo. While this logo was adopted by his engineering group, it was originally the personal crest of his mentor and role model, Captain Asher Zaren, from whom he received the jacket as a present from his days as a pilot. He wears it with pride out of reverence for his mentor, and is seldom seen without it.[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Personality[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Bel could perhaps best be described as a walking contradiction. At a glance, one might describe him as cheerful, confident, and carefree. He's perpetually irreverent and casual, making light of almost any situation and thus finding something in it to amuse himself. He always seems on top of his game, ready for anything that comes his way. And yet, he's also aloof in a sense, as he stubbornly refuses to seriously engage with... well, almost anything, really. His constant joking hides a tendency to seldom treat any matter seriously. This isn't to say he's indecisive or cowardly, however. If forced to address or answer to a challenge head-on, he'll tackle it as best - and as quickly - as he can, all while making it seem effortless. And yet, his reluctance to answer seriously when questioned or rise to the occasion when called hints at the fragility of his ego.

In this sense, he's quite the rebellious teenage spirit. He doesn't like being compared to others, because regardless of his relative competence, he seems to expect he'll be looked down on or spited. And yet, given how hard he tries to look like he's not trying, he also clearly values his reputation. He wants to be praised, or, failing that, to be told that what he's lacking is motivation and effort, not talent. When one figures this out, he's surprisingly easy to lead on bit by bit, as he'll sometimes forget that he's supposed to seem unconcerned when he thinks he's doing well. In these cases, his enthusiasm and pride are clearly quite genuine, and are so earnest that one might find them quite charming in spite of his sometimes obnoxious behavior. The problem is, once he's had time to calm down from his high of pride, he goes right back to being just as affectedly unconcerned as ever.

He's very slow to trust people, and tends to think the worst of almost everyone he meets, always expecting some hidden agenda guiding their actions, and trying above all else to avoid being a pawn in their game. He values his independence very highly, such that he's even hesitant to speak warmly of others, much less be known to have helped them, lest they realize he actually values and admires them. He hates talking about anyone's problems, let alone his own, and as such, can seem quite cold-hearted. And yet, perhaps the one he's trying to deceive is himself, not wanting to admit that despite his desperate efforts to be his own man, utterly unfeeling and unconcerned with the affairs of others, he's actually not as terrible a person as he pretends to be? In truth, what really frustrates him so much in hearing the feelings and hurts of others isn't that they're bothering him and wasting his time with something he doesn't care about, but rather that he can't offer a solution to those problems - a fact he's all too familiar with in his own family life.

His family is, in a phrase, both the root of his many neuroses, and the only exception to them. When it comes to the Keliath family who raised him, he's easily embarrassed by them, but unmistakably warm towards and respectful of them, particularly his mother Anda. However, if there's one thing that makes him go from merely aloof to actually hostile, it's his father. His personality seems to do a complete 180 whenever the elder Kalian Cyris comes into the picture, and he becomes incredibly cold, bitter, and outright angry. Above all else, never compare Bel to his father, especially if that comparison is unfavorable. Doing so might make you an enemy for life.

In short, while he's in some senses kind and devoted to those he truly cares about, Bel is nevertheless a perpetually rebellious teen with severe trust issues, a short temper and a fragile ego - a faker who can't be honest with himself and his own feelings, much less express those things to others. Treat him well, and he'll probably consider you a friend, even if he won't say so. He's not, perhaps, what one would expect of the son of a hero, or of an aspirant hero himself. But he'd probably say that those expectations are ridiculous. Utter selflessness and honesty? Giving up one's own life for the sake of those one doesn't even know? Allowing one's self to be merely a tool, a sacrifice, for the sake of all those cynical adults who play good people like pawns in their big game? His world has never been so big as all that. So long as he's not hurting anyone, and the people close to him are happy, then all the rest will follow - even if he no longer has a place to return to when the fighting's done.[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Background Information[/b][/color][/sub]
[hider=Family History and the Battle of Tau Ceti][indent]To understand the present-day circumstances of the son of the legendary Hero of Sirius, Kalian Cyris I, one needs first to look at the rather colorful life of his father. Born on the industrial world of Sirius Prime, the Admiral had a fairly average middle class childhood until it was disrupted by the advent of war with the Ascendancy. Forced to flee the planet during the mass-evacuation known today as the Sirian Exodus, the eventual war hero was separated from his birth family and fell in with another family of refugees in order to survive. The daughter of this family, Anda Keliath, would, some years later, become his wife.

Together with the Keliath family, he ended up resettling on the mineral-rich fourth planet in the nearby Tau Ceti system. Due to its dangerous levels of solar radiation on the surface, as well as frequent planetary collisions from accumulated stellar debris in the system, the people of Agria lived almost exclusively in underground city-shelters, with a satellite defense grid in place to break apart incoming meteors. However, due to the limited space in these underground settlements, the influx of refugees from the Sirius system created massive overcrowding problems. Consequently, living conditions were very difficult for the refugees.

Needing a stable source of income, and wanting revenge for all the suffering he saw around him, the young Cyris turned his attention towards the war by volunteering to join the confederate navy. Not long after, however, the war came to him when the Ascendancy began the surprise attack that marked the beginning of its long and arduous siege of the Tau Ceti system. During a basic training flight with his squadron, he stumbled across enemy scout units. A brief skirmish ensued in which several trainees died. The future admiral, however, proved himself admirably, defeating multiple enemies despite sustaining severe damage to his unit in the process.

Because of this, his squadron was able to return to their base in time to warn allied forces of the enemy presence in the system. As such, what might have been a very ignominious defeat instead turned into a very long and brutal battle as, after repulsing the initial surprise attack, the allied fleet was forced into a defensive position within the star system's debris disk, using the asteroids and rubble as a buffer against enemy long range bombardments. In the five years that followed, wave after wave of enemy forces would continually assault Tau Ceti, completely cutting it off from outside support.

However, as it happened, a branch of the top-secret Project Valkyrie was operating in the system, hidden beneath the surface of the frigid, largely uninhabited world of Tau Ceti F. When this planet was attacked by enemy forces looking for the hidden base, the senior Kalian was shot down and forced to land at the installation. There, he and his squadron's communications officer, a woman named Stella Aryos, were asked to serve as the pilots of an untested first-generation Valkyrie unit. With this highly advanced prototype, the pair saved the facility from attack, and subsequently participated in several operations meant to break the siege. They struck at key enemy ships and resupply points, and ultimately drove the Ascendancy from the system with the help of reinforcements from the main Terra Novan fleet. His squadron, bolstered by these reinforcements, was then employed in the long and arduous campaign to cut a path through enemy lines and retake the Sirius system for the confederacy.[/indent][/hider]
[hider=Early Life and The Second Battle of Sirius Prime][indent]Born only three years before the beginning of the Battle of Tau Ceti, Kalian's son, Kalian Cyris II, only spent the early stages of his youth on Agria. Once the siege was broken as his father was deployed elsewhere, he and his mother followed along, as Anda Cyris volunteered to serve as a civilian helper in logistics, living in relative safety with a few other military families on board the supply ships that went to support the main fleet. As he was largely confined to his room to keep him from getting up to trouble on the ship, or otherwise making a nuisance of himself, the young Kalian - then nine years old - had very little contact with anyone save for his mother, or the occasional friend of hers who was assigned to take care of him while she worked.

He was, to begin with, a very timid and affectionate boy, and was practically raised on stories of his father's bravery. He eagerly devoured any and all news of his father's actions, be it from the gossip of soldiers or from the news. One of his clearest memories of his time on the fleet is of the day when his father's name became legendary. When the Ascendancy's elite pilots of the Black Fleet sprung a surprise ambush upon the forces attacking Sirius Prime, concealing themselves behind the mass shadow of a small moon and descending upon the spearhead of the confederate forces - the aces of the Valkyrie Vanguard, commanded by Captain Cyris - the news spread like wildfire through the ship he was on, and in the confusion, little Kalian found himself gathered with the ship's entire crew, watching the viewscreens as the battle played out in real time. Confusion, however, swiftly gave way to horror as one by one, the other units of the Vanguard began to be picked off, until there was only one left: the VPX-012 "Sigmund" piloted by none other than his father.

"Cyris' Stand," as it has become known, lasted for almost half an hour as he and his dwindling forces desperately held the line to protect their mothership, the Ascalon, as its crew evacuated and the rest of the fleet tried to retreat and regroup. Damaged by the opening shots of a massive armored unit armed with a powerful anti-ship beam scatter cannon, it was crippled almost immediately, then beset by the enemy ICWs. The Vanguard fought hard, but was vastly outnumbered, and although they took many of their enemies with them, were quickly whittled down and destroyed through sheer human wave tactics. By the time the fleet's retreat to the edge of the system was completed, only the Captain himself was left alive, his unit damaged, and the mothership little more than a derelict husk drifting in space, with its crew having either gone down fighting or abandoned ship.

Faced with almost an entire squadron's worth of the remaining elite enemy pilots, and staring down a massive mobile weapon that threatened the fleet, the Captain both could not and would not run. So, in a desperate show of defiance, the Sigmund dove straight into the midst of its enemies, preventing them from bringing their mobile weapon to bear for fear of damaging their own units. To the surprise and disbelief of all present, the Sigmund wasn't immediately destroyed, but rather, although losing several of its weapons in the process, proceeded to destroy the entire squadron, one unit at a time. The son of the captain found his horror slowly turning to tentative hope as the Sigmund darted between curtains of cannonfire and at last plunged its blades into the armor of the giant enemy weapon that had destroyed the Ascalon, latching onto it and firing everything it had at point blank. A tremendous explosion split the skies of Sirius Prime... Little Kalian felt his heart stop in his chest, until a shout of joy rose up among the troops, and from the midst of wreckage emerged the battered form of the Sigmund, battered but unbroken!

Following this momentous event, Sirius was retaken, his father was promoted to Admiral, and the war swiftly wound its way down to a close over the three years that followed. Kalian junior was able to see his father again face to face, and, in many cases, was proud to bear witness to the thanks of the Ascalon's entire crew for his bravery in saving their lives. No, more than just that. He was proud to bear the name of such a brave man as his father, and wanted to be just like him when he grew up. This event so struck him that, from that day forward, he had one dream, and one dream alone: to be a pilot like his father before him.

However, in practice, things were far from being that simple. He and his mother moved back to Agria to live with the Keliath family, but Admiral Cyris seldom darkened their door after that day. When he did visit, he seldom stayed long before departing again, pleading that his work with the navy called him to be elsewhere. Gradually, little Kalian realized that his grandparents didn't want to talk about the admiral he so admired, nor could his esteemed mother bear to hear his name mentioned.[/indent][/hider]
[hider=Adolescence and Training][indent]They lived comfortably, and the young boy got a good education thanks to the money given them regularly by the admiral. As he grew older, he gradually came to understand that, for reasons undisclosed, his parents were no longer on speaking terms, and despite all his prejudice in favor of his father's heroism, he ultimately came to take his mother's side in the matter. No matter how he looked at it, his father had, for whatever reason, chosen to cut almost all ties with them, and while he perhaps couldn't bring himself to hate the man who was paying almost all of his expenses, let alone the hero who he'd placed on a pedestal for his entire life, nevertheless, he couldn't understand his actions, and couldn't help but hold his father's abandonment of his mother against him.

He was bitter. Not just at his father, but at society in general. People frustrated him, as he'd never been accustomed to dealing with them before, and wasn't about to start now. From his point of view, his business was his own, and other people trying to stick their noses in it were just asking for a fight. The once timid and gentle boy became something of a delinquent, and to avoid causing problems for his mother by fighting, soon tried to avoid contact with people entirely, favoring tinkering with machines to dealing with other people at all.

It was in this state that, at age 17, his father found him. The Admiral had returned unexpectedly, presenting an entirely unforeseen offer. His son had the same capabilities he did. And now, a second generation of the Valkyrie program was underway and needed recruits. Naturally, there was no way that Kalian - who had now taken to calling himself Bel to differentiate himself from his father and to avoid drawing attention to himself - could pass up a shot at his dreams.

...But he refused anyway. He couldn't afford to leave his mother behind. He wouldn't spite her like his father had. Only after she specifically implored him to chase his dreams for her sake did he reluctantly reconsider his stance, take his father's offer, and board the shuttle for the ride to Taiyōtawa Academy, leaving behind the family who had raised him and the life he had known.

Once there, Bel proved himself to be a capable pilot candidate, making an admirable performance in the simulations. He was the rising star of the academy, and there was gossip that once he managed to pair successfully with a partner, he'd be removed immediately to continue his training directly with the fleet under his father's oversight. However, when the time came for his evaluation, almost no TC was willing to even consider partnering up with him due to his demanding attitude, reckless piloting, and short temper. Those who were willing to at least try getting along with him found it completely impossible to come anywhere close to Synchronizing with him, and it was subsequently decided that his Harmonic Wavelengths were too weak to be practicable. He was shunted out of the public eye and removed from the program as quietly as possible, but the backlash of his ignominious fall was nonetheless severe. In a single day, he went from one of the academy's most respected students to its laughingstock, and he himself only felt further vindicated by his former classmates' change of tone in never having trusted any of them.

His father, evidently in an effort to save face, quietly relocated him into the engineering program, then cut all ties once again, leaving Bel in a situation he didn't particularly care for, with his dreams slipping through his fingers. He had always been fond of machines, but that wasn't enough to satisfy him. He wanted something more.

In this state, he was assigned into Engineering Team Delta under the guidance of Captain Asher Zaren, a middle-aged former pilot who had resigned from active duty following his partner and wife's death. Refusing to take on another partner, he instead became an instructor at the academy, helping to teach new pilots as well as managing one of the crews of engineering cadets on the side. Captain Zaren quickly took Bel under his wing, noting his discouragement and taking pity on him. He encouraged his new protege not to give up, but rather to move forward as best he could, and do what he could whenever the opportunity presented itself, even if it wasn't what he'd expected. Zaren motivated him to give his utmost to his engineering training by in turn offering him access to the simulators as a reward, himself serving as the boy's copilot and reading off combat data into the simulator to support him.

While this might have seemed like the Captain was simply following through on his promised reward himself, in actuality, it was something much more. He saw promise in Bel's performance, and felt that if his attitude could simply be adjusted, and his Harmonic Wavelengths thus strengthened unconsciously, he might yet be capable of becoming a pilot. So, he trained his protege personally in an attempt to motivate Bel to rely more on his partner, and tried to get him to interact more not only with the other engineering students, but also with the pilot candidates, hoping to correct the issues he saw. Bel, for his part, came to respect and admire the Captain. While Asher Zaren may have been perhaps inferior to the admiral in rank and fame, he was infinitely his superior when it came to being a father.

So, studying under his new mentor, Bel strengthened his spirits, steeled his resolve, and strove to once more reach for his dreams, unaware of the struggles that would lie ahead of him...[/indent][/hider]
[h3]Attributes & Other Information[/h3][hr][sub][color=#065DAF][b]Coordinator Type[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Physical Coordinator[/indent]
[sub][color=#065DAF][b]Coordination Profile[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][b]Awareness[/b]  | ■■■■□
[b]Composure[/b] | ■□□□□
[b]Endurance[/b][color=#2E2C2C]A[/color]| ■■■□□
[b]Instinct[/b]      [color=#2E2C2C]A[/color]| ■■■■□
[b]Intellect[/b]       | ■■■□□
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