Cybelee Skain

Cybelee Stormrider

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VITAL INFORMATION ■ BIRTH NAME Cybelee Blitz ■ ALIAS Black Widow ■ NICKNAMES Cy, Cybe, Cybele ■ RACE & CLAN Hyur, Highlander ■ GENDER Female ■ THEME More Human Than Human

OTHER STATISTICS ■ CITIZENSHIP She thought Gridania but recently found out she may have been adopted ■ RESIDENCE Mists, Ward 1, Apartment 69 and The Goblet, Ward 10, Apartment 80something ■ OCCUPATIONS Alchemist ■ PATRON DEITY Rhalgr, the Destroyer ■ HEIGHT 5 fulms, 6 ilms ■ Namesday [25th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon]

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COMBAT

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HISTORY

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Felled in the Night Walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path, Led by a beating heart... They didn't speak at first, only stood at the shoreline. The dull roar of the ocean was all that broke the silence between them, and she finally spoke, one hand worrying over the curve in her belly. She was beginning to show. "Do you still call him brother?" He wouldn't meet her gaze. Her eyes were brighter than normal, shining with tears she struggled to keep from spilling. They were wide with fear and mourning: she mourned for the slaughtered cubs, and feared for what might happen to her own. It wouldn't escape R'mihko for long that she was with child... his own brother's child. So R'mehro watched her hand smooth over her stomach, a fretful gesture she probably didn't even notice she was doing. Finally, he mustered the courage to turn his eyes up to her own, and instead of answering her question, he posed a suggestion. "We should leave." His heart sank when he saw the transformation of her expression: she wasn't relieved, she wasn't eager to go. She looked... distressed, disappointed. He moved his hands to her shoulders, trying to comfort and reassure her, and he hated how she cringed at his touch as if his fingertips scalded her skin. "Leave?" She repeated, and there was the smallest hint of disgust in her voice. She shook her head back and forth, lifting her own hands to remove his from her shoulders, not unkindly. "What of my sister, Mehro? What of K'hajii? Her baby will be of R'huan's, not your brother. He'll kill the child." "She can come with us." His tone was desperate, pleading. If they didn't leave, his brother would do the same thing to her child. Their child. "And the others?" "The Twelve take the others, they can find their own way." Could she not comprehend? What would staying solve, other than getting her and her own child murdered? What was she possibly thinking?! And then it dawned on him, a mere moment before she opened her mouth, what it was she wanted from him. "Kill him." The tears had begun to slip down her face, but her gaze had hardened, and there was no denying her plea. "Either he dies, or more do." "I can't, you can't ask that of me, Rihia. He's my brother!" She scoffed, the heel of one hand moving to swipe away the tears that stained her face. Her tail had begun to swish back and forth as her frustration grew. "After all he's done, he's still your brother? R'mehro, he killed your brothers! They were your blood, diluted or not!" "We can leave," He persisted, closing the short step of distance between them. "We can bring K'hajii, and... and whoever else might want to come--" "Coward," She spat, wrenching from him, turning away. She might have meant to leave him there, to storm off in her anger, but then R'mihko was upon them. How he had found them, neither R'mehro or K'rihia would know. Later R'mehro would wonder what sparked the attack: was it that they had been discussing the possibility of killing him, or had it been the discovery of her child? Summer evening breezes blew, drawing voices deep from you Led by a beating heart... The sea came rushing in as he toppled over, flat onto his back in the sand. The temperature was mild, warm, yet the water felt like ice and it stole away his breath as it washed over him. R'mihko was on top of him then, and the combined weight of the brothers had their tangled forms sinking an inch or so into the hard-packed sand. Just as quickly as it'd advanced over him, the water was retreating again, allowing R'mehro to gasp for air without choking down mouthful after mouthful of salty water. He coughed and sputtered, struggled to pull one clean breath of air, and then R'mihko began to press a forearm to his throat. His air was cut off again then, and what little breath he'd been able to suck in wouldn't sustain him long. He could hardly see as it was, eyes awash with sea water, and now the edges of his vision began to darken. It was the shock of it all, the lack of air. He caught only snatches of images: his brother's face, twisted with anger and hatred, teeth bated in a fierce and triumphant grin; the moon, full and high above them, illuminating the scene of violence in shades of dark blues and greys; the water, eagerly charging back at them. He could hear K'rihia screaming, but her words were muffled, incomprehensible, lost among the sound of the relentless waves and his brother's snarling. The water was coming back. This was all R'mehro could think of as he began to struggle, not wanting to die like this, pinned to the ground, drowned in a mere foot or so of water. His first thought was his knife, his skinning knife, sheathed at his hip. He managed to claw it from its sheath, but then he fumbled, and the smooth hilt slipped between his wet hands. He drew his legs up, kicking wildly, hoping to catch R'mihko in the stomach. His hands, accepting of the loss of the knife, moved to gouge at the other Miqo'te's face, trying to find purchase, trying to inflict enough pain to so that the nunh's hold might weaken. His fingertips found R'mihko's left ear, and he latched on with his waning strength. He dug his nails in and begin to twist his hand back and forth, ripping, shredding, doing his best to mutilate the ear. There were a few distressing moments where R'mehro was sure his brother would merely endure the pain, but then the weight was gone, and a roar of agony and fury were loosed from R'mihko as well. R'mehro rolled onto his stomach, promptly throwing up the sea water he had swallowed in the struggle. His vision began to clear, and the first thing his eyes lit upon was a potential weapon. Barely three fulms away, the jagged edge of a rock jutted from the sand, and he began to scramble forward immediately. What a turn things had taken: he'd been adamant about not killing his own brother not even a full minute ago, and now he was frantic to do just that. His eyes widened as the waves came back in, obscuring the rock from his sight. He propelled himself forward, using the toes of his soggy boots to dig into the sand, and blindly groped for the rock. His fingertips grazed the rough edges and he began to dig at the sides of it in a frenzy, trying to uncover it enough so that he might pry it up, make use of it. His nails splintered and broke on the surface of the rock, as he clawed violently at it, and he was hit with the sudden fear that it was a massive thing, three or four fulms long and deep, that this was only the tip, that it was false hope to think he could uncover it. He had only a moment or two to realize this fear before he was winded again, his brother pouncing on his prone form. He could feel large hands grasping at the back of his head, and then R'mihko was forcing his younger brother's head down towards the few inches of water, the edge of the rock still hidden beneath the withdrawing water. R'mehro tried to get his hands beneath himself, tried to brace for the impact, knowing the rock was there, but it did not good: through the sound of the sea, K'rihia screaming, and the savage roaring of his brother, the sound that R'mehro's face made as it connected with the rock was still audible. It was a sickening crunching sound as his cheekbone broke, and a sharp edge of the rock pierced the flesh from brow to cheek, puncturing the eye. The pain was immediate and exquisite. When he opened his mouth to howl in pain, he only took in more sea water, and it very well would have been the end for him had K'rihia not taken it upon herself to intervene. She had found R'mehro's discarded skinning knife, and she darted forward deftly, sinking the short three ilms of blade into R'mihko's side. Once again, the nunh was forced off of his quarry, loosing another agonized snarl. His eyes, the same bright green as his brother's, fell upon K'rihia immediately, and R'mehro was quickly forgotten. She had stabbed him...?! He would ensure it was the last mistake she ever made. What a year and what a night, what terrifying final sights Put out your beating heart? When the waves went rushing back out to sea again, they took a fair share of blood with them this time. Even as R'mehro forced himself up to his hands and knees, coughing water, the blood continued to stream down his face from his mutilated eye. The cheek had already begun to discolor and swell, and for a few short moments, he wasn't entirely sure where he was. It was the sound of the struggle that brought him around, and he turned quickly, too quickly; his vision darkened dangerously from the suddenly change in direction, and he could see R'mihko atop her, the sand painted with blood. Much of it was his brother's. The blade was no longer pinned in his side, and the blood that poured from the wound was immense. And yet... much of it was hers, too, because the blade that had been in R'mihko's side was now carving out K'rihia's belly. It turned out the rock wasn't some massive stone buried beneath the sand. With the waves receding, R'mehro was able to dig it from the ground without much trouble. It was slick in his shaking hands, and he couldn't see so well, but the satisfying crunching noise R'mihko's skull made as the rock collided with it was one of the most nauseating... and beautiful sounds he had ever heard before. The night was all you had, You ran into the night from all you had. She was already gone by the time he knelt in the water beside her, but he took her in his arms anyway. Even with his grievous wounds, her weight was nothing to him, and he cradled her easily in his arms as he waded away from the inbound waves, towards the drier sand, where water would not reach. R'mihko was left to the whims of the sea, and he never cared to glance back and find if the water had washed his body away or not. Found yourself a path upon the ground, You ran into the night, you can't be found.

RELATIONSHIPS

RELATIONSHIP STATUS LEGEND

♥ Family – ☀ Platonic – ∞ Involved – ღ Romantic – ♡ Passionate –❣ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – � Unsure – ☠ Enemy

PC Naomi Kett ♦ ♥ - Sister Character's Thoughts: "Lucky girl..." Beginning as a simple business associate for a sellsword group the pair began starting up, they spent a great deal of time together, and she became a confidant to some of Grey's more unsavory deeds. The pair eventually discovered they share blood, having the same father, though Naomi was spirited away by her mother shortly after her birth. Anevay Newmoon ☀♡ - Unhealthy Attraction Character's Thoughts: "I can't." Grey and Anevay met when she interviewed him to join a past free company. She quickly earned his trust when she aided him in being released from a company cell after an unfortunate incident not long after his recruitment. His fondness of her grew rapidly during subsequent encounters, and though the two both departed Bastion and went their separate ways, they remained in contact. An acquaintance evolved into a friendship, and he now finds himself attracted to her beyond that of friends. This poses a precarious situation, considering her commitment to another and his own devoted obsession over a long lost lover. Shane Ma'iitsoh ★ ✔ - Little Brother He Never Had :D Character's Thoughts: "Little too eager... but a quick study. Grey met Shane through Vin, and Shane joined the Outrider free company shortly after. By the younger Miqo'te's request, Grey began to train him in the art of knives, and has grown to see him as the younger brother he never got to have. Though overly critical when teaching Shane, he enjoys his sessions mentoring him, almost seeing him like the brother he never had. Rav Anders ★ ✔ - Colleague Character's Thoughts: "Almost as much patience as Ramona..." Rav is an acquaintance met through Naomi in the Outriders Free Company. While his opinion of the man was very lacking for a long stretch of time, he now sees Rav as an asset to Naomi's company. They shared a stint as Wardens together before Rav moved on to station in Ishgard. Ramona Zale ★ ✔ - Colleague Character's Thoughts: "A Warden position will suit her. Hopefully keep her heart steady." Quiet and poised, Ramona grew on Grey quickly after their introduction. Though the two rarely interact outside of company business, he was quick to suggest her name as Rav's replacement for Warden. Her steady head and eternal patience makes her a perfect fit to handle Vanguard duty... and part of him hopes that this will keep her and her weak heart out of situations that might jeopardize her health. Selan Tzitch � - It's Complicated Character's Thoughts: "She's as crazy as I am." Selan was a past partner-in-crime (quite literally!) not long after Grey had left his tribe. Unstable as he was, the two inevitably had a falling out when Selan thought he was trying to cheat her out of their ill-gotten goods. The two have since reconnected after years apart and have formed a tolerable sort of truce. Eyvindr Koltrast ♦ - Long-Time Friend Character's Thoughts: "He needs someone to look out for him... and I owe him." Grey met Vin not long after the severe damage to his eye and face. Vin managed to save his life (though not the eye), and Grey felt immediately and unconditionally obligated to repay this debt. He does so by doggedly looking after his friend.

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OOC NOTES

OOC INFORMATION RP Limits I don't do the ERPs. It'd be easier to seduce Rem's chocobo than Rem anyway. It's fine if you're into it though, I honestly don't care. ^^ Not to say Rem might never get romantically involved, but... well, see chocobo statement above. I'm game for all kinds of gore and swearing and whatever else though, so don't worry about offending li'l old me. Player Info I am based in the USA Central Timezone (-6/-5). I've got a fairly crazy work schedule as I work for a non-profit organization that caters to clients 24/7 every day of the year. I'm usually on late nights for my time zone. I'm also fairly new at RPing here in FF so just a heads up if I'm a complete moron. :3 Lyrics @ history section is Laura Palmer by Bastille.

RP HOOKS ■ Hunter/tracker for hire. ■ Willing to train others. ■ Was a murderer/thief (highwayman).