Cylin Thresh

Cylin Thresh
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Street Performer
Gender	Female
Race	Hyur
Clan	Midlander
Citizenship	Transient
Age	23
Height and Weight	5'4 and 132 pounds
Sexuality	Bisexual
Namesday	28th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon
Occupation	Traveling performer and acrobat
Worships	Oschon, the Wanderer

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Character

♦ General

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Stand-offish and generally hard to approach given the image she projects, Cylin seems at worst a curmudgeon and at best someone who simply values their own counsel. Contrarily, however, she is a woman who appreciate those who look beyond appearances and try to seek the self beneath it all. Cautious and at times rude with strangers, but warmer towards those who she considers close, she is no harder to speak to than most. She would be easy to know as well, if not for a hard learned sense of distrust towards the intentions of others and what they might mean for her in the long run. Learning personal details is like breaking down a boulder with a single chisel. Possible, but time consuming and sometimes hard to see the benefit in continuing such efforts. Once her trust is won however, it is there for through thick and thin.

When asked where she originated from, a blink and slow shrug will be the only answers most will receive for their trouble. In truth, she does not remember, save that her father claimed it had been an arid track of road between Ul'dah and Gridania, their caravan not even stopping even as the mwelling of a babe broke through the night. Born to a caravan life, and never really losing that need and desire to be constantly on the move, she cannot truly call one place home over the other. Particularly in respects to which city state she might owe her allegiance. Though if asked that particular question she will merely smile vaguely, the expression barely reaching her eyes, as she diverts the subject. Any allegiance to be had is to the people she cares for, first and foremost. Whatever comes later, should she ever fulfill her goals of owning her own property, will be dealt with as it comes.

One can generally find her practicing her craft along the streets of any of the city-states these days, her feet taking her wherever the opportunities seem the best and the audiences the most attentive.

♦ Appearance

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Cylin is a fairly average looking Hyur of small stature and build, with jet black hair and clear, blue eyes. Her skin is darkened both from a mixture of heritage and years spent under the burning sun, earning her keep on the streets various city states with her acrobatics and general crowd pleasing ability, all of which have also caused her hands to become rough and callused out of necessity. With jet black hair that's carried in a messy crop, the likes of which invoke the image of someone taking a knife to her locks without care or concern for the final product, she's hardly someone that could hold your eye for long or for overly positive reasons. Above all else, she gives off the impression of function over form, every part of her from her hair to her clothing is the way it is out of necessity and comfort rather than the desire to draw praise. The only hints of outward desire to look somewhat appeal are a pair of brass earrings she wears almost everywhere she can be found and a small slathering of lip gloss upon her otherwise chapped lips.

Noteworthy Characteristics:

• The top two joints of her right pinky are entirely gone. She rarely wears full length gloves, so this is apparent to anyone who would look at her hands.
• If ever seen in less clothing than her standard long tunic and breeches, she has several long faded scars along her lower back, reminiscent of old lash wounds.

♦ Behaviour

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Distant and blunt, she is a touch harder to know that most and her behavior certainly does not lend itself well to someone many would wish to become friends with. While never cruel or biting in her comments when it is not warranted, her genuine smiles come slow and very rarely, the rest never quite reaching her eyes. Add onto that a deep seated mistrust in authority, tempered only by the fact that she much more values her freedom than her ability to speak out against whomever she pleases, and she can be a hard person to fit into any organization that has larger reaching goals. Yet, when all is said and done, if she believes the causes are worth the effort she will be a willing, if somewhat surly participant.

The only time she truly opens up, letting everything crash to the wayside, is when she is performing. All the stand-offish actions and distance melt away, replaced by a euphoric smile and glinting eyes as she devotes herself wholly towards her chosen path. She is also far easier to get along with when focused upon a task or being offered the chance to learn, the latter due to her eagerness to learn and improve upon herself. A desire that stems from her childhood riding the merchant caravans with her father and having to help earn money to put bread upon the table by doing odd jobs around the caravan and performing whenever they stopped near an outpost.

Cylin also has a soft spot for the poor and downtrodden, though she abhors acts of thoughtless heroism and kindness particularly in relation to them. She's seen far, far too many people killed over being given a bag of coins by a well meaning individual, or maimed when some adventurer decided to intervene in a scuffle without a good enough plan to get the person out of it with the least amount of harm. Well meaning people are generally held highly in her world view, but she will not hesitate to lash out at them if they attempt to practice their desire for altruism in ways that could very well get other people hurt - beyond one of the only times she will truly become entirely vicious with her words. Kindness and heroism have their places, and she respects the people who hold those ideals a good deal, but they have no place in her mind when all that such intentions will end with one party patting themselves on their backs for their altruistic activities and the people they were trying to help no better - or even worse - than they were before.

Combat

Honestly, Cylin isn't much of a fighter. Having learned enough in hand to hand to keep herself alive when the going gets tough, her preferred method of handling conflict is to simply use her superior agility and speed to get away from the situation as fast as possible. The only times she will stand her ground is when her leaving puts another in danger, and she knows very well that against an experienced opponent she stands little to no chance to surviving, let alone succeeding. Currently, however, she is looking for someone who could help strengthen her prowess in combat so that those possibilities become lesser, as in spite of herself she truly has no wish to die on some cold alleyway floor for naught.

★ Recent RP events ★

None as of yet, Cylin is brand new to Balmung.

Likes ■Free food ■Thoughftulness ■Performing ■Freedom ■Individuals who don't take her at face value

Dislikes ■Many authority figures ■Bad-tippers ■Arrogance ■Cheats

Hobbies/Talents ■Acrobatics ■Free-running ■Cooking, though she doesn't have the flair for it.

Favorites ■ Favourite Food/Drink: Dodo-shanks, anything without alcohol ■ Favourite Place: Any place she doesn't need to shrug on another coat to visit.

♦ Related Images

Coming eventually.

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Relationships

Coming eventually.

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Friends ● Person Here –

Acquaintances ● Person Here – Enemies & Rivals ● Person Here -

Rumours

-"Rumor has it that some circus freak broke this poor Elezen's nose when he whispered in her ear and tried to push four gil into her hands. Blood everywhere!"

-"I've never seen someone puff up that much from eating a pear. Will the poor dear be alright?"

-"That witch can't sing to save her life! Why is she caterwauling outside our window?!"

♦ Footnotes

Alignment:
True Neutral, with leanings towards Chaotic Neutral and Chaotic Good.

Theme song: Maaya Sakamoto feat. Steve Conte - "THE GARDEN OF EVERYTHING"

Yoko Kanno - "Waltz for Zizi"