Kyrie Fayeburn (ready to view)
Feb 24, 2017 18:42:15 GMT -6
Post by Kyrie Fayeburn on Feb 24, 2017 18:42:15 GMT -6
Name:Kyrie Fayeburn
Class:Myrmidon
Age:25
Born in:Bern
Appearance:Coming close to the five foot nine mark, the young woman is commands a strong presence. Commonly wearing flowing garbs to allow with movement, she picks darker fabrics not to seem too flashy. Generally pulled back into a high ponytail her tresses are hued into a pale creamy white colouring. Eyes are generally bright, welcoming and wolfish when necessary following in a calm olive green. A complexion is even and warm without marks of freckling anywhere, Kyrie contains a lovely frame well trained if not a bit pleasing to the eye.
Personality:While her profession suggest she should be serious quite often, she will tend to be either open and friendly or closed and sardonic. Her personality will vary on those she interacts with knowing that each situation will demand a different hold on her tongue and body language.
She's very human like meaning her emotions can be stressed and high resulting in poor decisions or she can come off cold.
In an overall scheme Kyrie is an accommodating sort if not a little romantic.
History:Her history is something she tends to keep mostly to herself. Not for the reasons that she is hiding something but rather she prefers not to dwell on it. Her childhood was as fortunate as it could be, with her parents striving to make sure she was taken care for in the best situation. There have been numerous trials but rather than dwell heavily upon them, she takes them in strides. Using them as stepping stones that brought her to the present if not the future.
She has trained diligently with that of her father, Carmon, in hopes to become a warrior strong enough to protect those she cares about and those who deserve justice and safetly.
In more recent years with the rebellion, Kyrie seems reserved about the entire prospect. Neither really giving her thoughts on how she truly feels about it but rather focusing more on fighting for what she feels in necessary.
NPC fight:
As Kyrie took a deep breath she launched herself towards him, in a flash she was overtop that of her enemy, striking down. The chain mail was a lot lighter then her typical armour even, leaving Kyrie feeling like a feather on the wind. He didn’t seem to be moving, he didn’t even look up to watch Kyrie pull her sword down over his head. It was too late for Kyrie to pull his attack back, and very little of him wanted to, but if Carmon was going to make it that easy for her, then he deserved to fall.
At the absolute last second Carmon pulled up his sword, bringing his left hand up over the one end of his blade, embracing the onslaught; sparks sprayed around them as metal on metal clashed. Kyrie’s sword was a mere inch from Carmon’s face, the only thing in between her sword was that of his own. Carmon frowned, brooding at her through the frame of his glasses, with the might behind his sword to keep Kyrie from pushing through his defense.
PC fight: Rolling onto his back to face the sky, a pair of boots landed on either side of him. Sharp green eyes pierced his being as she loomed over him. He quickly reacted, preventing her a second opportunity to catch him off guard. Slamming his elbows into the back of her calves, she was forced into a backwards summersault. Quickly he followed suite and gave himself distance. She elegantly recovered, quickly bringing her herself to her feet. Blades swinging in tune to her movement.
"That was a cute trick." He spat cynically. "I admit I didn't see that coming. You almost had me. How many of those do yah got in you?" He questioned with a growl. Pressing his feet hard against the ground, grass spat up into the air as he charged her full on, seemingly unconcerned with his lack of weaponry. Leaping up into the air he brought a heavy foot down overtop her. With a shocking slam to the ground, the earth around he trembled as she was forced to evacuate her spot. With a twist, she faced her opponent once again.
"Enough to keep your sorry hide on your toes." Kyrie frowned deeply but making a bold wink as if to rile her opponent.
