Standing at 6'1, and having a muscular build. Cion has brown hair, light blue eyes, and a short brown beard. Cion tends to wear casual but practical clothing. Often with a grey coat and has a Celtic tattoo on his right shoulder. He keeps a pistol with some magazines and a knife on his person. He keeps them hidden on his person most of the time. Skills:
Marksman, Close quarters fighting, unarmed fighting, basis investigation skills, knows three languages, Manx, English, and Arabic. Bio:
Born the eldest of three and on the Isle of Man to a soldier Moris and a teacher Essa. Luckily Cion did not have to move during his father's time in the military, but it meant he was rarely home. Something that did not bother Cion until he was older. When he wanted to know his father better than what was told of him.
Growing up in Douglas was good and not exciting for him. Not much happened on the sleepy isle outside of the annual car and motorcycle racing races. Which he always enjoyed watching with his family and would grow close with his siblings. It was during the rare times that his father was home that he taught Cion how to shoot. For two reasons, one, to spend time with Cion and two, for the family had a history with the military since the first world war. A tradition that excepted Cion to join and one he was ultimately okay with. Despite some initial concerns about it. Though his younger brother, who was also expected to join the military, instead chose to follow his own path and be a motorcycle racer. Which caused problems between his brother and his father, and yet Cion was fine with his brother's choice.
When he was old enough, Cion enlisted in the military. Starting as a lowly private, Cion would mostly be assigned to quiet posts before being assigned to Iraq. There Cion spent his time training local allies on how to fight. But that would change when his unit was called on to clean and secure an area for a possible rescue mission. In an abandoned town in northern Iraq, and as they swept the town for possible threats, they did find insurgents or what was left of them. Along with something else.
Cion and his squad were clearing a large house when he heard gunfire and a call for backup on the radio. Cion's squad quickly moved to the scene and found what was left of the squad and a man covered in blood. He looked like an insurgent based on his clothes, but something was clearly off. His eyes were black, his skin slightly red, and what looked like a dozen bullet holes in his body. The man rushed Cion, and his squad opened fire, and the man just seemed to keep going despite the bullets hitting their marks. Moving with an unnatural step, and when he reached Cion's squad, the man started savagely punching and clawing the squad.
Cion is not sure why the man stopped attacking and seemed to die. Maybe it was putting enough bullets into the man that finally was too much for the man's body to handle. But after man killed two of his squad and was about to kill him. Did the man suddenly relent, and to Cion looked like some kind of smoke left the man's body, and only Cion noticed that the smoke had a vague demonic face in it.
Now the official story was that the man was high on some kind of drug and went on a rampage, killing his fellow insurgents before finally dying to bullets. But, Cion remembering the face in the smoke and those black eyes, knew that there had to be something else in play. But, what he was not sure but, it would leave a mark in his mind.
Eventually, Cion would leave the military due to this experience and having doubts about life in the military. This caught the ire of his father as he did not approve of him leaving the military. Cion tried to explain his reason, but his father did not listen, and in the end. A rift between the two was created that continues to the present day.
Returning to his hometown of Douglas on the Isle of Man. Where he would get a job at a friend's business and was thinking about what to do next in his life, it was after watching his brother compete in the Isle of Man TT that things would change. For on the eve of the final race, Cion and his brother were hanging out at his brother's house on the outskirts of Douglas while his brother's family was away in town.
As the two were talking, the pair would hear two loud bangs at the door before it would burst open. The next thing the two know, a creature assaulted them. The two were no match for the creature by the time the creature left, Both Cion and his brother were barely alive, and the last thing he heard his brother say before he passed out was a name that his brother said was behind this, Miranda Cane.
When Cion woke up, he was in the hospital, and he learned that his brother had died of his wounds. Cion was devastated, and more so that his brother's family had lost their father. When it was clear that the police would not be able to find his brother's killer, Cion remembered his encounter in Iraq and what the creature that killed his brother looked like. Cion realized this was supernatural, and he would have to be the one to find his brother's killer.
With only a name to go on, Cion spent the last two years searching for Miranda Cane, and his search brought him to the States, where he got into contact with the Sunday Group. A group of people that investigate the supernatural and thought that joining them might help him with his search and find this Miranda Cane. Writing Sample:
It was a cold Tuesday night in Richmond, Virginia when Cion returned to his hotel room. It was a small room and like ones you find in a cheap motel, but he did not mind. It suits him all the same, and he is not one to spend what money he has on luxury. Especially after crossing the Atlantic and now in the States. So he entered it and quickly closed the door. Turning on the lights, he threw his coat on the bed and went to sit on the end of the bed with a tired expression on his face.
It has been a long day and another day spent trying to find his elusive and mysterious target, Miranda Cane. After two years of searching, despite what clues he has found, he is no closer to finding out who she is and why his brother spoke her name. His last words were that she was behind that attack, but why? Why would someone involved with the supernatural want to kill his brother? Was there some kind of secret his brother had that made him a target? Did his brother have a connection to the supernatural, and if yes, then why?
He let out a tired sigh and covered his eyes with his right hand before sliding it down his face. The same old questions he had since starting this little search, and they have yet to really leave his mind. Like a festering wound, they appeared whenever he tried to relax. Which makes sleeping kinda hard, and he only has ideas about why that is.
Either way, he did his best to brush the thoughts aside and went to lay down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes. He will find her, Cion told himself. He will find this Miranda Cane and have his revenge. Even if it takes years, sooner or later, he will find her so he can rest knowing that his brother was avenged. "Fynn, what did you get caught up in?" He did to himself in his Manx accent.
But right now, he is exhausted, and it is time to relax. So with a sigh, he looked over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, and turned on the tv. The local news station channel was on, and he quickly changed the channel until he reached TBS. A movie he liked was playing and was some nice luck. Compared to the luck he has had lately. "Well, at least something good is on since coming to this country," said his thought out loud.
Softly chuckled to himself and started to relax a bit. He needed it for tomorrow. He would resume his hunt for Miranda Cane and hopefully get one step closer to getting his revenge. He knows he must be careful since the supernatural is at play, but that will not stop him, at least if he has any say in it.