Cy'ril of Ichigo Jareth (Dragon Candidate Master

Name: Cynril

Honorific: Cy’ril

Age: 27

Season of Birth: Late spring

Birth Hold: Keroon Hold

Time at Hold/Weyr(s): Keroon- Birth to 18 turns.

Sabishi- 18 turns to present.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Rank: Dragon Candidate Master

Dragon: Ichigo Jareth





Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dirty blond

Height: 5’11”

Build: Thin and angular

Overall Description: The first thing to come to mind when most people see him is sharp. Cy’ril seems to be all sharp edges, from his face, to his hand, even to how he holds himself. His face is very angular and his lips all seem to be quirking up. When he grins it often looks like predatory. His movements are the same way, he always seems to be stalking. His motions may be smooth, but they always seem to have an edge to them. He is thin, but rarely is he mistaken for being weak. There is something about him that prevents such an assumption.





Likes: Books, Jokes, Controlled Chaos, The weyr, Plotting, Success

Dislikes: Losing control, Failure, Arrogance, Boredom, Surprises

Strengths: Cunning, Charismatic, Dependable, Bold, Intelligent

Weaknesses: Reliance on plans, Restless, Materialistic, Vain, Harsh

Overall Description: Cy’ril is a snake. He has learned to watch and manipulate people to insure that all outcomes will benefit him. Most of the time he acts easy going, he truly does love jokes and pranks, but this is partially a mask. He also acts extremely bold, putting himself out there to see what reactions he will get. It is far easier to get people to what he wants when they are not already on guard. Of course most people who know him have learned to be on guard, sure that he has something planned. It is only his closest friends that are truly relaxed around him, able to tell apart his smiles and read his reactions so they know when to take cover. It is lucky that he is unquestionably loyal to the weyr.

He greatly enjoys poking at people to see how they work. He likes to find their weaknesses and push until they are on the edge of snapping. Life, in some ways, is a game to him. The goal is to have a much control as possible. To prove his control he will set up elaborate plans to cause chaos with himself in the center orchestrating it all. Chaos outside his control, however, tends to upset him greatly. He still smiles, bit it becomes strained. People that upset him will often find that the retribution, while not always swift, is normally disproportional. The only exceptions to this are Jareth and his charges, his charges simply because they rarely actually upset him.

Cy’ril has an appreciation for the finer things in life. He likes his fancy, bright clothes. He tends to carry around wine, though he never drinks enough to become intoxicated. He wears jewelry and takes time with his grooming. Looking his best is extremely important to Cy’ril





Mother: Cynder

Father: Tyril

Siblings: None

Children: None

Background: Cynder and Tyril were both simple people, drudges in Keroon Hold. They grew up together and fell in love. Cynril was born two turns into their marriage and all seemed well. Then, when he was 5, his mother fell ill and died. It did not take long for his father too become abusive, placing the blame for his mother’s death on Cynril for no reason.

He became a drudge and life continued like this for many turns. His life was not easy, but he learned to hide behind sharp smiles and cutting words. There were plenty of people who looked down on him because of his station. He found that he had an extreme dislike for such behavior and began to avenge himself, always careful to make sure there was no evidence leading his little jokes back to him. The more he did this the better he became at reading people, learning what makes them tick and the best way to harm them. He learned to revel in his plots.

He was snatched away when he was 18. He, unlike some, found that he liked the weyr and was happy to be a candidate. He had found a place where he was more than just a drudge. Old habits, however, do not die easy. He may have formed far fewer grudges but he still liked to pick at people. His plotting continued and he still played pranks, though they were often less harmful than the ones he had played while in the Hold.

He was 19 turns old when he Impressed. He was standing on the Sands, paying more attention to the reactions of his fellow candidates, when a voice whispered through his head. You are not watching close enough, Cy'ril-mine.The next moment he found that he had been pushed to the ground.

Cy’ril found a good balance with Jareth, the two of them partners in chaos. They trained and joined a wing. The problem came from their own boredom. Cy’ril knew the people in the wing, had picked at them and found their weak spots. He might not have known everything about all of them, but he knew enough. He wanted a challenge. It was this that caused his to decide to work with the candidates. His charges would constantly be changing so he would not be bored. He turned out to be rather good at the position, much to the surprise of some. Between himself and Jareth many candidates were intimidated into behaving, especially after them first saw him humiliate a candidate that had gone against him. He was cunning enough to see through most of the plots of those who did not wish to be at the weyr. He would poke at them and gradually force them to accept what had happened. He is not always successful, but he is good enough to keep the position despite the fact that some disagree with his methods.