Prince Cygnus (Completed)
Name: Cygnus Renauld Devallian the XVIII
Titles/Aliases: "Sig", "The Cockroach emperor", "That guy over there", "Ape king", and most importantly, "That failure son of the Emperor"
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons:
Bare-handed martial arts: Cygnus ended up developing his own personal fighting style during his days in the military. A style that would be honed with his experience accrued on the battlefield. The style emphasizes evasion and striking -mostly with quick powerful kicks- primarily. His physical stamina and defensive abilities are what he sees as biggest weaknesses. He seeks to improve them. Cygnus often refrains foreign lands, as it’s counter-productive to developing and establishing diplomatic
Combat knife: A twelve-inch carbonized steel combat blade with a customized wood polymer grip to fit his hand specifically. He wields the blade expertly in both hands and with a considerable amount of dexterity. He's had to learn quickly with it on the battlefield, and quite emotionally attached to it.
Tuna-fish sandwich: A last resort, and a punishment that against smell-sensitive opponents that makes even him cringe. It's an ordinary tuna-fish sandwich seasoned haphazardly with minced garlic on diagonally cut white bread. It's wrapped in aluminum foil, stuck inside an airtight tin that he carries around in his breast pocket. It's wrapped tightly so that the stench doesn't overwhelm him.
Birth date: June 5th
Abilities: Sig's magical powers come from channeling his inner energies throughout specific parts of his body. He is at the moment a fairly inexperienced combat magician, just barely beginning to accept his magical talent. He sparsely ever uses his magic with the reasons being that he's still psychologically accepting his special gift, and the sheer amount of energy needed to work his magic. His motions needed to cast his spells are still much too rigid and conspicuous, meaning that he's at a disadvantage against more experienced combat magicians.
Wilderness Survival: The experiences gained in the military prove especially invaluable to him when out in the wild, or otherwise inhospitable environments. Cygnus is able to both tolerate the environment and thrive in forested areas, jungles, and deserts. He has a little more difficulty in swampy areas however.
Magic
Rubber earth: The skill that he has the most fun with. By circulating his inner magical energies to his feet, Cygnus alters the very nature of solid matter making the area his feet touch soft as a feather, stickier than a quicksand bog, or bouncier a trampoline. The only condition is that the area touched has to be solid mass, with a density equal to that of his body, meaning that the ground and walls are the best place to use them. Sig has a use of 30 per day, due to the extreme ease in simply moving one's energies to the feet.
Gust: Cygnus can unleash a large gust of wind from his mouth roughly power of an industrial strength fan. Stronger gusts take even more energy to create. Sig's gust is at its worst when he's had something foul smelling to eat (think garlic and tuna). The amplification of the ability is debilitating against anyone or anything with a sense of smell, because frankly, there are few things worse than having the amplified stench of Tuna-fish and garlic coursing through your nasal cavities. A deep breath and a bit of magical circulation through the lungs and nose is all it takes to use the ability. On the downside though, it leaves him more vulnerable in combat due to the resulting oxygen high. He can use a total of 10 big gusts, or 16 smaller blasts. Consecutive blasts often put him at a higher risk for an oxygen high.
Appearance: At "6'0" Cygnus is both athletic and well-toned giving him an overall lean build. His body and his head, black originally but now shaved completely down to the follicle, illustrate quite clearly the nature of his occupation, as slash and puncture scars occasionally mark the surface of his upper body. His skin is a healthy light-brown, which compliments his full lips, bringing out the color of his eyes. The irises of his eyes are a deep olive green. His cheekbones are high, chiseled and dotted lightly with freckles. He's quite handsome by most accounts and is considered as such. He has all the signs of the highest breeding pedigree in his facial features alone. Sig’s most notable physical feature is his distinctive voice. It is low baritone, both strong and sure. It is the voice of one both of power and deliberation, a strong ruler, and a wise one. On another note, he completely lacks facial hair, aside from his eyelashes. It's customary for the people of his nation to shave when traveling outside of the land. The Devallian line is also reputable for its members aging extraordinarily well. Cygnus is no exception. He carries himself with a spirited, yet dignified air about him that often makes other mistake him for a hard-working mid teenager.
Personality: Prince Cygnus is generally a stoic character. A long life in the military has taught him to be constantly observant and ever on his guard. But he's not made out of stone, and it's been his personal philosophy to to be firm when necessary, as opposed to being hard and heartless. It also doesn't endear him to others as being a jackass. Sig loves playing games and having fun (when nobody else is looking). Part of his diplomatic charge is that he must always maintain the image of control and maturity within the public eye. It is in that respect that he nourishes his inner child by going it alone so often. He seems almost childlike when he truly is having fun. I say almost because he's been killing people in military service since his early teenage years. Cygnus is generally slow to anger and quick to making friends. His anger is a terrible and beautiful thing to behold by the way. He truly treasures those that he calls his friends, even though his diplomatic charge stymies him from revealing his full real self. Unhappy with the inability to just be himself, Cygnus contents himself in knowing that he will one day claim the throne, and he doesn't mind one bit having all of that power, considering how little he's had as a prince so far. Though he doesn't like to admit it, he possesses an intelligence and wisdom (most likely a result of his time in the royal academy) well beyond his years.
First Impression: Most people assume from a glance that he's either an businessman for a serious corporation, or a government agent (which he technically). Quiet, serious (when necessary), highly analytical and imposing, Cygnus commands the attention and respect of all with a regal air.
Fighting style: Sig's fighting style involves taking great advantage of both his natural agility and flexibility. What compounds the level of danger involved when facing him in combat is the way that he applies (more strategically than randomly) the use of his surroundings for combat. Sig's knife is used for quick, precise thrusts and slashes, but entirely dependent upon the situation. Due to the diplomatic nature of his charge, he tries to refrain from killing, (because someone usually dies when he pulls the knife) unless his life is in mortal peril. Cygnus doesn't rely as much on upper-body attacks as your typical fighter would, as he sees them as too apparent and predictable. This isn't to say that he won't ever use punches, as he'll throw a quick jab or cross in to mix things up. Sig's greatest strength lies in his kicks and evasion ability. He prefers using ferocious kicks, coupled with his handstands and hand spins for an added element of acrobatics and unpredictability.
Magic is another subject entirely. Cygnus uses the magic very sparingly due in part by both the cultural taboo of his homeland, and the amount of energy required to cast his spells. Sig's spells are the most most strategic and strategically used part of his fighting repertoire due to the toll taken on his body.
Attire: Due to the nature of his charge (diplomacy). Cygnus is compelled to dress the part. He wears a Navy blue stain-proof business suit. He wears a white dress-shirt and undershirt underneath, accompanied with a striped black tie. His knife is housed in a leather sheathe, and lies within his left coat pocket for easy access. His sandwich is wrapped carefully and lovingly in the other... and with the utmost caution. His dress shoes are a black leather and have a steel toe-cap insert. The shoes (along with the rest of the suit) are specially modified for combat and heavy use, in an effort to provide extra durability. There's a raised arch for arch support (he has flat feet). The heel is made of slightly thicker rubber to provide exceptional traction, while the sole is made of extra flexible rubber to aid in kicking.
Bio:
Cygnus as a child was known for having a lot potential as a ruler, scholar, and fighter. It’s just too bad for him that he didn’t really care for doing anything with any of it. The worst part is that everybody else did. The latter part of his official “Childhood” was spent in between classes at the Royal military Academy and the Royal University of Verauldia. The spare moments in between were spent in a desperate attempt to have as much fun and enjoy what life he could. Being the only prince and the heir to the throne, Cygnus hadn’t really had a choice or say in things. Even worse was that it was required of him by Verauldian law that he fulfill his birthright, a part of which requiring him to graduate from both the Royal military Academy and the University in accordance with the customs of his land. His time spent doing nothing but learning and fulfilling his birthright led to the damaging of what little social life he had, and what little social skill he possessed. His mother was an integral part of enduring the rigors of his daily life, and generally keeping him psychologically healthy. His mother, one who was foreign born insisted to his father that he was much too strict on the child. His father would constantly argue back that the boy was just plain lazy (which there was in fact some merit to), and serious need of work with which to apply himself. Cygnus at the beginning of his teenage years was taking on and defeating fighters twice his age. He was learning mathematics at grades several levels above where a person of his age should be, when he was actually paying attention. His mother, deeply concerned about his happiness would often secret fun games, playmates, and friends into the palace at night in an effort to help him deal with the stress of his life. He didn’t really develop a hatred for his father as he thought he would, but he did develop a bit of anger towards him for never being satisfied with whatever he did (during the rare occasions that he was trying to work).
His childhood came to a screeching halt – and he’ll never forget this- when he had heard the news that his mother was murdered by a combat magician at age 14. Father, in a fit of rage and hurt diverted all state-sponsored funding from magical studies and anything even remotely related to magic to technology and the sciences, followed by the immediate execution of any and all who practiced the arts. The citizens of Verauldia being both sick of the wild mishaps and mayhem caused by magic with the royal city, outraged by the murder of the queen –whom was loved by all- were all too happy to take up arms against magic and those who had indulged in it’s practice. Within two years, a strong anti-magic taboo (similar to that of the Salem witch trials).
Cygnus was beginning the first days of out-land service when he had gotten wind of the news. He had silenced the pain he felt over her by over-applying himself in the military field during border small-time border skirmishes. He attained the rank of Captain when his father at the apex of his grief ordered an invasion of all surrounding border nations. It was from there towards the end of his required military service time that he had made his career. He had attained the rank of General by age 20 due in part to his natural charisma (as a leader), tactical skill, and ferocious fighting ability. The near-countless amount of battles won and territories conquered didn’t hurt his career either. Conquering the surrounding territories and subsequently expanding from there became even easier than expected, given the huge advances in technology after the death of the Queen. He was so well-loved by his men that he had bonded with them all befriending his entire unit. Sig got the nick name “The Ape-King” because he expertly dodged his opponent’s attacks; fighting as if almost playing with his opponents and leaping about the air. He earned the name “Cockroach” by surviving a large stab wound to his upper abdomen after taking a fire-blast to the gut (it took 3 months of and the finest medical sciences within imperial territory for him to recover).By age 22, Cygnus had begun to notice a change within his body. Puberty was long over for him. What had happened was that his latent magical powers had surfaced… and he had sent his (along with several) tent flying off into the night sky.
His men were loyal enough to keep quiet about his, erm, condition a tight a secret as possible. It was that night as well that the reality of his situation had finally occurred to him. His magic potential, a trigger for all the emotion that he had repressed over the years, had given him a startling realization. His mother wasn’t murdered by a magic-user. She herself was one! And his tears, for everything within the past couple of years: the death of his mother, his lack of friends, the state of the nation, the lives of his countrymen lost, and all of those he’d killed in battle were illuminated by the shining crescent moon. His 23rd year was spent further developing his skills, magical and otherwise on the battlefield. He had become adept enough to actually use his two spell as an asset to his comrade. Wherever there existed a high-risk infiltration zone, or a well-fortified structure, Sig would be there to take it down for the troops before the heavy artillery arrived.
His required military service ended the first month of his 24th year, signifying the end of out-land military service and the beginning of his required diplomatic service and relations requirement. A private investigator discovered and leaked his secret after his royal inquisition, which was intended to review his service in the field and loyalty to the nation.
The king, humiliated and ashamed at becoming a hypocrite, had all attacking troops withdrawn after a cease-fire. Cygnus had ended the war affecting the entire continent. Father, ashamed of his son’s disgusting secret and the affect it had on his nation banished him from his homeland until the ended of diplomacy requirement, when he was expected to have repaired and improved existing international relations, and built new ones (with the possibility of opening up trade as well). He left his homeland loathed and despised by the people.
Name: Cygnus Renauld Devallian the XVIII
Titles/Aliases: "Sig", "The Cockroach emperor", "That guy over there", "Ape king", and most importantly, "That failure son of the Emperor"
Age: 24
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Weapons:
Bare-handed martial arts: Cygnus ended up developing his own personal fighting style during his days in the military. A style that would be honed with his experience accrued on the battlefield. The style emphasizes evasion and striking -mostly with quick powerful kicks- primarily. His physical stamina and defensive abilities are what he sees as biggest weaknesses. He seeks to improve them. Cygnus often refrains foreign lands, as it’s counter-productive to developing and establishing diplomatic
Combat knife: A twelve-inch carbonized steel combat blade with a customized wood polymer grip to fit his hand specifically. He wields the blade expertly in both hands and with a considerable amount of dexterity. He's had to learn quickly with it on the battlefield, and quite emotionally attached to it.
Tuna-fish sandwich: A last resort, and a punishment that against smell-sensitive opponents that makes even him cringe. It's an ordinary tuna-fish sandwich seasoned haphazardly with minced garlic on diagonally cut white bread. It's wrapped in aluminum foil, stuck inside an airtight tin that he carries around in his breast pocket. It's wrapped tightly so that the stench doesn't overwhelm him.
Birth date: June 5th
Abilities: Sig's magical powers come from channeling his inner energies throughout specific parts of his body. He is at the moment a fairly inexperienced combat magician, just barely beginning to accept his magical talent. He sparsely ever uses his magic with the reasons being that he's still psychologically accepting his special gift, and the sheer amount of energy needed to work his magic. His motions needed to cast his spells are still much too rigid and conspicuous, meaning that he's at a disadvantage against more experienced combat magicians.
Wilderness Survival: The experiences gained in the military prove especially invaluable to him when out in the wild, or otherwise inhospitable environments. Cygnus is able to both tolerate the environment and thrive in forested areas, jungles, and deserts. He has a little more difficulty in swampy areas however.
Magic
Rubber earth: The skill that he has the most fun with. By circulating his inner magical energies to his feet, Cygnus alters the very nature of solid matter making the area his feet touch soft as a feather, stickier than a quicksand bog, or bouncier a trampoline. The only condition is that the area touched has to be solid mass, with a density equal to that of his body, meaning that the ground and walls are the best place to use them. Sig has a use of 30 per day, due to the extreme ease in simply moving one's energies to the feet.
Gust: Cygnus can unleash a large gust of wind from his mouth roughly power of an industrial strength fan. Stronger gusts take even more energy to create. Sig's gust is at its worst when he's had something foul smelling to eat (think garlic and tuna). The amplification of the ability is debilitating against anyone or anything with a sense of smell, because frankly, there are few things worse than having the amplified stench of Tuna-fish and garlic coursing through your nasal cavities. A deep breath and a bit of magical circulation through the lungs and nose is all it takes to use the ability. On the downside though, it leaves him more vulnerable in combat due to the resulting oxygen high. He can use a total of 10 big gusts, or 16 smaller blasts. Consecutive blasts often put him at a higher risk for an oxygen high.
Appearance: At "6'0" Cygnus is both athletic and well-toned giving him an overall lean build. His body and his head, black originally but now shaved completely down to the follicle, illustrate quite clearly the nature of his occupation, as slash and puncture scars occasionally mark the surface of his upper body. His skin is a healthy light-brown, which compliments his full lips, bringing out the color of his eyes. The irises of his eyes are a deep olive green. His cheekbones are high, chiseled and dotted lightly with freckles. He's quite handsome by most accounts and is considered as such. He has all the signs of the highest breeding pedigree in his facial features alone. Sig’s most notable physical feature is his distinctive voice. It is low baritone, both strong and sure. It is the voice of one both of power and deliberation, a strong ruler, and a wise one. On another note, he completely lacks facial hair, aside from his eyelashes. It's customary for the people of his nation to shave when traveling outside of the land. The Devallian line is also reputable for its members aging extraordinarily well. Cygnus is no exception. He carries himself with a spirited, yet dignified air about him that often makes other mistake him for a hard-working mid teenager.
Personality: Prince Cygnus is generally a stoic character. A long life in the military has taught him to be constantly observant and ever on his guard. But he's not made out of stone, and it's been his personal philosophy to to be firm when necessary, as opposed to being hard and heartless. It also doesn't endear him to others as being a jackass. Sig loves playing games and having fun (when nobody else is looking). Part of his diplomatic charge is that he must always maintain the image of control and maturity within the public eye. It is in that respect that he nourishes his inner child by going it alone so often. He seems almost childlike when he truly is having fun. I say almost because he's been killing people in military service since his early teenage years. Cygnus is generally slow to anger and quick to making friends. His anger is a terrible and beautiful thing to behold by the way. He truly treasures those that he calls his friends, even though his diplomatic charge stymies him from revealing his full real self. Unhappy with the inability to just be himself, Cygnus contents himself in knowing that he will one day claim the throne, and he doesn't mind one bit having all of that power, considering how little he's had as a prince so far. Though he doesn't like to admit it, he possesses an intelligence and wisdom (most likely a result of his time in the royal academy) well beyond his years.
First Impression: Most people assume from a glance that he's either an businessman for a serious corporation, or a government agent (which he technically). Quiet, serious (when necessary), highly analytical and imposing, Cygnus commands the attention and respect of all with a regal air.
Fighting style: Sig's fighting style involves taking great advantage of both his natural agility and flexibility. What compounds the level of danger involved when facing him in combat is the way that he applies (more strategically than randomly) the use of his surroundings for combat. Sig's knife is used for quick, precise thrusts and slashes, but entirely dependent upon the situation. Due to the diplomatic nature of his charge, he tries to refrain from killing, (because someone usually dies when he pulls the knife) unless his life is in mortal peril. Cygnus doesn't rely as much on upper-body attacks as your typical fighter would, as he sees them as too apparent and predictable. This isn't to say that he won't ever use punches, as he'll throw a quick jab or cross in to mix things up. Sig's greatest strength lies in his kicks and evasion ability. He prefers using ferocious kicks, coupled with his handstands and hand spins for an added element of acrobatics and unpredictability.
Magic is another subject entirely. Cygnus uses the magic very sparingly due in part by both the cultural taboo of his homeland, and the amount of energy required to cast his spells. Sig's spells are the most most strategic and strategically used part of his fighting repertoire due to the toll taken on his body.
Attire: Due to the nature of his charge (diplomacy). Cygnus is compelled to dress the part. He wears a Navy blue stain-proof business suit. He wears a white dress-shirt and undershirt underneath, accompanied with a striped black tie. His knife is housed in a leather sheathe, and lies within his left coat pocket for easy access. His sandwich is wrapped carefully and lovingly in the other... and with the utmost caution. His dress shoes are a black leather and have a steel toe-cap insert. The shoes (along with the rest of the suit) are specially modified for combat and heavy use, in an effort to provide extra durability. There's a raised arch for arch support (he has flat feet). The heel is made of slightly thicker rubber to provide exceptional traction, while the sole is made of extra flexible rubber to aid in kicking.
Bio:
Cygnus as a child was known for having a lot potential as a ruler, scholar, and fighter. It’s just too bad for him that he didn’t really care for doing anything with any of it. The worst part is that everybody else did. The latter part of his official “Childhood” was spent in between classes at the Royal military Academy and the Royal University of Verauldia. The spare moments in between were spent in a desperate attempt to have as much fun and enjoy what life he could. Being the only prince and the heir to the throne, Cygnus hadn’t really had a choice or say in things. Even worse was that it was required of him by Verauldian law that he fulfill his birthright, a part of which requiring him to graduate from both the Royal military Academy and the University in accordance with the customs of his land. His time spent doing nothing but learning and fulfilling his birthright led to the damaging of what little social life he had, and what little social skill he possessed. His mother was an integral part of enduring the rigors of his daily life, and generally keeping him psychologically healthy. His mother, one who was foreign born insisted to his father that he was much too strict on the child. His father would constantly argue back that the boy was just plain lazy (which there was in fact some merit to), and serious need of work with which to apply himself. Cygnus at the beginning of his teenage years was taking on and defeating fighters twice his age. He was learning mathematics at grades several levels above where a person of his age should be, when he was actually paying attention. His mother, deeply concerned about his happiness would often secret fun games, playmates, and friends into the palace at night in an effort to help him deal with the stress of his life. He didn’t really develop a hatred for his father as he thought he would, but he did develop a bit of anger towards him for never being satisfied with whatever he did (during the rare occasions that he was trying to work).
His childhood came to a screeching halt – and he’ll never forget this- when he had heard the news that his mother was murdered by a combat magician at age 14. Father, in a fit of rage and hurt diverted all state-sponsored funding from magical studies and anything even remotely related to magic to technology and the sciences, followed by the immediate execution of any and all who practiced the arts. The citizens of Verauldia being both sick of the wild mishaps and mayhem caused by magic with the royal city, outraged by the murder of the queen –whom was loved by all- were all too happy to take up arms against magic and those who had indulged in it’s practice. Within two years, a strong anti-magic taboo (similar to that of the Salem witch trials).
Cygnus was beginning the first days of out-land service when he had gotten wind of the news. He had silenced the pain he felt over her by over-applying himself in the military field during border small-time border skirmishes. He attained the rank of Captain when his father at the apex of his grief ordered an invasion of all surrounding border nations. It was from there towards the end of his required military service time that he had made his career. He had attained the rank of General by age 20 due in part to his natural charisma (as a leader), tactical skill, and ferocious fighting ability. The near-countless amount of battles won and territories conquered didn’t hurt his career either. Conquering the surrounding territories and subsequently expanding from there became even easier than expected, given the huge advances in technology after the death of the Queen. He was so well-loved by his men that he had bonded with them all befriending his entire unit. Sig got the nick name “The Ape-King” because he expertly dodged his opponent’s attacks; fighting as if almost playing with his opponents and leaping about the air. He earned the name “Cockroach” by surviving a large stab wound to his upper abdomen after taking a fire-blast to the gut (it took 3 months of and the finest medical sciences within imperial territory for him to recover).By age 22, Cygnus had begun to notice a change within his body. Puberty was long over for him. What had happened was that his latent magical powers had surfaced… and he had sent his (along with several) tent flying off into the night sky.
His men were loyal enough to keep quiet about his, erm, condition a tight a secret as possible. It was that night as well that the reality of his situation had finally occurred to him. His magic potential, a trigger for all the emotion that he had repressed over the years, had given him a startling realization. His mother wasn’t murdered by a magic-user. She herself was one! And his tears, for everything within the past couple of years: the death of his mother, his lack of friends, the state of the nation, the lives of his countrymen lost, and all of those he’d killed in battle were illuminated by the shining crescent moon. His 23rd year was spent further developing his skills, magical and otherwise on the battlefield. He had become adept enough to actually use his two spell as an asset to his comrade. Wherever there existed a high-risk infiltration zone, or a well-fortified structure, Sig would be there to take it down for the troops before the heavy artillery arrived.
His required military service ended the first month of his 24th year, signifying the end of out-land military service and the beginning of his required diplomatic service and relations requirement. A private investigator discovered and leaked his secret after his royal inquisition, which was intended to review his service in the field and loyalty to the nation.
The king, humiliated and ashamed at becoming a hypocrite, had all attacking troops withdrawn after a cease-fire. Cygnus had ended the war affecting the entire continent. Father, ashamed of his son’s disgusting secret and the affect it had on his nation banished him from his homeland until the ended of diplomacy requirement, when he was expected to have repaired and improved existing international relations, and built new ones (with the possibility of opening up trade as well). He left his homeland loathed and despised by the people.
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