Cyrille Lécuyer (Meister) Jul 2, 2014 0:47:16 GMT -5
Post by Cyrille Lécuyer on Jul 2, 2014 0:47:16 GMT -5
Lécuyer; Cyrille; Meister
Name: Cyrille Lécuyer
Nickname: Only Cyrille, please.
Class: One Star
Partner: Spike Gatling
A Strong Body
Appearance: Cyrille has a rather masculine build. Due to hours of vigorous training, he’s rather built. Despite this fact, Cyrille’s muscles are not very toned at all, as they are built for function rather than for how good they look. He stands rather tall, making his stature somewhat intimidating. His facial expressions are normally rather harsh, and also rather intimidating, but should one get him to lighten up they may also be rather soft.
Thanks to Cyrille’s build, one couldn’t possibly mistake him for a female. However, some of his other features are rather feminine; that mostly being the hair. Cyrille’s hair is silver with a few strands being pink. It’s rather long, and parted at the top left. A lone braid is tied on the left side of his head, though it’s normally covered by hair and therefore unseeable. His eyes are also that of a pink colour, though a brighter colour than the pink that is in his hair.
Cyrille isn’t exactly the fashionable sort. He generally wears red or a dark pink of anything that is comfortable. Be that hoodies, sweat pants, etc. Though he can dress up for the occasional formality, that is rather rare. Seeing Cyrille in a fancy get up is a rare sight, and should therefore be cherished.
Weight: 174 lbs
Fighting Style: Cyrille’s fighting style differs based on whether his Gynophobia is activated by his foe or not.
Should it not be, Cyrille’s fighting style is really not all that out of the ordinary. He’ll attempt to overpower his enemy, using any skills he has to his advantage. Cyrille isn’t very strategic, so he’ll resort to his strength to cut down a target more than anything. Plus, Cyrille isn’t too fond of going for the cheap shots. He also can’t outspeed most enemies, so will often try to counter attacks instead of taking the offensive.
However, should his foe be of the female variety, Cyrille will try to avoid fighting by retreating or not starting the fight in the first place. If this is not a possibility, Cyrille will try to stay as far away from the foe as possible. He’ll find himself unable to attack, and will constantly attempt to retreat.
Cyrille specializes in swords, as his partner for the bulk of his life was his sister, a demon falchion. Because of this, Cyrille will favor bladed and short range weapons to fight with than that of long ranged weapons. Of course, Cyrille is rather adaptable and can therefore pick up other trades quickly.
Personality: Cyrille has a rather distinctive personality. Of course, it varies based on the person he is making contact with’s gender. Cyrille is a gynophobe, meaning he is afraid of women. He might also find himself to be afraid of very feminine looking males, and not so much for masculine looking females. People of this category will cause Cyrille to go pale should they get to close, with this effect being boosted should the person have either pink or silver hair. He’ll try to avoid confrontation with them in any way he can.
Not to say Cyrille is the most friendly person with the other half, however. No, Cyrille is a rather antisocial person. He likes to work alone, as he firmly believes that relying on others can only lead to disappointment. Plus, Cyrille simply prefers being alone to being around a lot of other people at the same time, though he might grow attached to one or two people.
To take his mind off things that might trouble him, Cyrille pours himself into his work, be that his school studies or studying fighting techniques. He’s also extremely harsh on himself. Should something he do have even a tiny flaw, the boy will be extremely disappointed with himself, specifically if the outcome might affect someone else.
Cyrille is a rather honest person. He’ll only lie in regards to the dark events that happened when he was thirteen, leading to his most interesting character traits. This is simply because he doesn’t like talking about the sort, but anything else he’ll openly admit to, even if it might get him in serious trouble. This is unlikely, of course, as Cyrille is the chivalrous sort. He attempts to do the right thing even if it might harm him - or others - in the long run.
Inside the Soul
Soul Purge: Cyrille’s ability is that of Soul Purge. Not that he uses it much, as the ability is generally a hassle to use. First of all, using it means making physical contact with the opponent. Should he be wielding a two handed weapon, like he is used to, Cyrille will be unable to punch the target, leaving kicking his only option. Kicking puts him off balance, which is something the boy would rather avoid. However, should he pull it off, however, the result is a rather powerful attack that is especially potent on kishin. A strong kick or punch may knock his enemy over should they have poor endurance, and at the very least slow down their advances.
Soul Perception: Soul Perception is an ability that allows meisters to see any given person's soul (save witches who are able to hide the true nature of their soul). This allows them to separate kishin from innocent civilians, allowing them to go through missions more efficiently.
However, Soul Perception has different requirements for every meister. In Cyrille's case, he must clear his mind of any other thoughts to use the ability. He'll need to be in a quiet environment, and mustn't be in any situation that might cause any thoughts that are unignorable. When Cyrille uses Soul Perception, he closes his eyes for a moment then opens them again and focuses on any person who's soul he wishes to identify.
Grigori Soul: Cyrille possesses the special soul known as the Grigori Soul. A soul that is known to him due to his father's ability of Soul Perception. From the most basic Soul Perception one will see a glow and angelic wings of an average size (due to Cyrille's average soul strength). The appearance of the wings are rather long and elegant, the bottom feathers curling up slightly.
Anti-Demon Wavelength: A soul wavelength that is able to repel madness. When Cyrille understands his soul a bit more he'll be able to channel his anti-demon wavelength into his attacks. Against beings of madness there is a significant power boost on soul purge and resonance attacks. Cyrille will also be able to break out of madness more easily and consistently, of course this currently only affects themselves.
8/10 training posts
Out of your Mind
Strengths: -Combat Experience (Specifically with swords - some skill with most weapons.)
Weaknesses: -Strategically Inept
-Previous injury to left shoulder
Hobbies: Cyrille is not one to be adventurous and try new things. That being said, acquiring new hobbies is oft to be out of the question for the boy. So, he sticks to the few hobbies that he already has.
What Cyrille most commonly does is practise any given form of weaponry. Be that sword mastery, archery, etc. Despite favoring swords, Cyrille will grapple with any weapon. His attempts at learning how to use new weapons or honing his skills with weapons he is already familiar with take up most of his free time.
Cyrille’s other hobbies consist of things he only shows vague interest in to pass the time. These include reading, sewing, and sometimes baking. He can also play the piano, but never seems to want to.
-Performers (Specifically travelling ones)
Aspirations: Cyrille’s aspirations are rather basic. He wishes to protect people. To do this, he pours himself into making himself as powerful as possible, with not much respect for his own bodily needs. Of course, he is not one to step too far out of his own comfort zone to accomplish these goals, as he’s not big on taking risks.
Cyrille also wishes to overcome his gynophobia. Though he'll rarely admit to desiring such a thing, as it is placed so far outside his comfort zone it will probably not be happening in the foreseeable future.
History: Cyrille was born in the city of Dijon; France. His parents were that of a meister/weapon team, meaning any of the children they had did have the possibility of being a meister or a weapon. The possibility meant that, when the mother gave birth to twins, one of them was a meister and the other a weapon.
The female twin was the weapon. A demon falchion known as Ophélie. Meanwhile, the male twin was the meister. Cyrille was even fortunate enough to be born with a special soul. A rather rare one at that; even though it didn’t seem to particularly help him in any way. Because of the fortunate outcome of the twins’ souls, they were expected to partner together. Such was not a problem. For the Lécuyer twins were rather fond of each other. Both begun training as partners at the young age of five.
Training for the two was rather strict. They were instructed by their parents. But, despite being rather loving parents the two showed no mercy in training sessions - or at the very least that’s what it seemed at the time. While Ophélie never made it known if she enjoyed the vigorous training, Cyrille most certainly did. For the more powerful he became, the more his horizons broadened. Fortunately, the twins were able to find plenty free time in between training sessions, meaning they could grow closer and therefore be able to pack even more of a punch.
This life continued for about eight years. After which the two were old enough to be enrolled in the school of Shibusen. They were expecting to join and quickly climb through the ranks. After all, they were already partnered and well trained.
Alas, things rarely happen as one wants them to. On one fateful day, the two were mugged by two traveling performers; one of which was a demon rapier. Though the two were not kishin, they had had no success finding ways to make money that didn't harm themselves. So, they resorted to mugging the most rich-looking kids they could find attending a traveling circus. With how dressed up Ophélie was, the two targeted her and Cyrille. They had injured Cyrille before either him or Ophélie could react. Fortunately, the twins took them by surprise when they revealed that they were also a weapon/meister team. While Cyrille managed to injure the meister and stop her from attacking further, he was unable to do so for the weapon. However, instead of Cyrille being killed, Ophélie used her body as a shield. This allowed Cyrille to knock the other girl out. Ophélie bled out from the injury she had took, while Cyrille suffered an injury that was likely to affect his effectiveness as a meister.
From that incident, Cyrille’s personality changed drastically. Once a kind and caring person because cold and distant from everyone around him. He developed gynophobia as another result of the event. Cyrille’s parents could not take the death of their daughter, and therefore split up. Cyrille stayed in the custody of his father; who was the meister of his parents. And therefore his training continued, instead of being enrolled in Shibusen.
However; training was now very different. Cyrille would try a variety of weapons. From bows and arrows to polearms, Cyrille never picked a new weapon type and stuck with it. Once he was familiar with it, he’d switch. Over the course of another four years, the boy had become comfortable using a large library of weapons.
Once he aged to seventeen, Cyrille was enrolled in Shibusen once again. His father had told him he was far too important to simply waste the rest of his life away. And Cyrille couldn’t agree more. He had made a promise to himself to not let another person suffer due to his own failings ever again. If he intended to keep that promise; enrolling in Shibusen was for the best. He’d just need to find another partner...
Extra Notes: The doll, Seraphine!
Behind the strings
Alias: Direbolt or Firebolt. You can call me Bolty too if you want.
Other characters: Stella Riordan, Elias Larenz, Cendrine Calida, and Ivor Moores
Face Claim: Elefseus from Moira by Sound Horizon
RP Sample: Cyrille was rather excited. It had been a while since he had felt such excitement. For soon he would be enrolling in Shibusen. He had just turned thirteen, after all. Everything had worked out perfectly. Cyrille already had a partner, whose soul matched almost perfectly to his own. It made sense. He and his partner were twins, after all. Identical too.
”Cy! I’m ready to go!”
The voice came from up a stairway. After a pause, a girl began to walk down the stairs. Ophélie Lécuyer. Cyrille’s twin and partner. A demon falchion, while Cyrille was her meister. ”Right!” The boy called after her. She wore a pink dress, and her hair was done up in a messy bun. Ophélie was a rather pretty girl, though what she wore was a bit extravagant for where the two were going. Once she had made her way to the bottom of the stairs, Cyrille spoke up again. ”Don’t you think that’s a bit much, Ophie? It’s just a carnival, and we’re not meeting up with anyone or anything.”
”Oh! Don’t be so uptight!” Ophélie exclaimed, ruffling some of Cyrille’s hair with a cheesy grin. She normally stood just a tad shorter than him, but her high heels easily made up for that difference. ”You know that I need to look super girly to make you look even a bit masculine. You should be thanking me.”
”...Right.” Cyrille said, attempting to straighten out his hair. ”Very well. Let’s go, then.”
Upon arrival to the carnival, Ophélie seemed rather excited. She always did more talking than Cyrille, and today was no exception. ”So, where do you want to go first? I’ll let you choose first, since you’ll be treating your darling sister, of course.”
Before Cyrille could open his mouth to protest, a voice suddenly began sounding behind them. ”Oh? A young couple? It said. Both Cyrille and Ophélie spun around at the same time to begin to protest their observation, but before they could say anything the voice begun again. ”Ah, no. You look far too similar. Siblings, I take it? My apologies, then.”
The voice belonged to a beautiful young lady wearing a lavender dancing outfit. She was accompanied by another woman wearing the same outfit, though hers was a light blue. ”My apologies for her assumptions. We just have a quick question.” The woman in blue spoke. Her voice was far softer and kinder sounding than the other. ”You see, we’re hoping to apply to join this carnival. But, we’re still perfecting our routine. We were wondering - if you don’t mind - could you guys possibly judge it for us?”
The girl in blue seemed rather bashful, and even looked to be blushy. She fiddled with one of the ribbons on her outfit. Alas, before Cyrille could respond his sister did so for him. ”That sounds like a lovely idea! We’d be happy to help! Right, Cy?” Ophélie asked, turning her attention to her brother. She seemed rather excited about the idea, but more importantly was rather good at using facial expressions to get what she wanted. ”Ah. Uhm, yes. Sounds lovely.” He replied. While the whole act seemed a tad suspicious, Cyrille assured himself that nothing tooooo terrible could happen.
”Alright! Thanks so much! Just follow us... we have a few props and stuff so we’ll need to go where those are.” The two dancers than led Cyrille and Ophélie to the place where they intended to perform. It was in a cross section of a few of the carnival’s houses. The twins were told to stand against the wall, as no seats were available. ”Let’s begin, then.”
It was a bit odd. The girls didn’t seem to have any props handy to them here. At the very least not any Cyrille could see. Further odd, as she spoke, the girl in purple raised her hand up. Then, it looked like the girl in blue had disappeared and an object begun to form in the other girl’s raised hand. A... rapier? Odd. Where had that come from? Before Cyrille could contemplate the options, a sharp pain coursed through his left shoulder. The rapier had gone through it, somehow. That hurt. A lot. Cyrille wanted to scream, but he had lost his breath. Ophélie looked to be saying something to him, but her voice could not be heard.
The rapier was soon removed and all of the boy’s senses had come back to life once more. He immediately clutched the shoulder, and gritted his teeth as he tried to not make a sound. ”Oooooh. A tough one.” The girl in purple said, as Ophélie took a defensive stance. ”I’ll be brief. Give me everything you have and stay quiet, I don’t harm the girl. Don’t, you’re both dead and I’ll just take it anyway. And don’t try snitching, either. I’m rather good when it comes to memorizing faces.”
Cyrille couldn’t talk. He couldn’t even move. His whole body was slowly going numb. Ophélie didn’t seem to notice this. She was more annoyed by the taunting gestures the lady was giving him. ”Cyrille! Pay attention!” She suddenly yelled, causing Cyrille’s mind to focus on her, at least somewhat. ”We’ll not go down without a fight!”
At this remark, the girl holding the rapier scoffed. However, her reaction of confidence was quickly reversed when Ophélie transformed into a falchion. The falchion moved swiftly. Despite the boy's age he was clearly skilled with the sword. It managed to deeply cut the wrist of the arm that had been holding onto the rapier, then the palm of the other. She dropped the rapier to her feet, but before she could do anything more, the hilt of the falchion hit the side of her neck, causing her to fall unconscious.
Cyrille was shaking. He felt as though time had froze, and had no idea what was going on anymore. He felt even number now, and was about to clutch his shoulder again if not for the fact Ophélie still hadn’t reverted back to normal form. Odd. What was her problem? Was something still amiss? Ophélie was remaining defensive for a reason rather obvious to anyone else. The demon rapier remained. Ophélie believed Cyrille should be able to deal with her when she reverted back to her normal form, but, alas, she was wrong.
The next few seconds went by far too quickly. The rapier reverted to the girl dressed in blue, who looked to be screaming something Cyrille was deaf to. She was still partially transformed, her hand still bladed and aimed for Cyrille’s chest. But, it never made contact. Ophélie transformed as well, the blade piercing into her stomach as opposed to Cyrille's. The action finally caused Cyrille to snap back to reality. The girl couldn't react in time to the action Ophélie had taken, and therefore Cyrille was able to punch her; knocking her out as well.
”...Ophie?” Cyrille said, his voice not much more than a whimper. He fell down to his knees beside her, grabbing one of her hands to see if she would react. Alas, she didn’t. Cyrille said the same word yet again, however this time he screamed it. The next few minutes also seemed as though time had frozen. After an unknown amount of time, someone found the boy and called an ambulance.
Sometime afterwards, Cyrille found himself waking up in a hospital bed, with his left shoulder all bandaged. Though he had survived, Ophélie had bled out. Such events were the ones that turned Cyrille on the path he now leads.</blockquote></div>