[hider= Cynric] [center] Name: Cynric (Sin-Erick) Age: 23 [hider=Appearance:] [img]http://th07.deviantart.net/fs21/PRE/f/2007/233/2/8/Land_of_the_Blind_by_OmeN2501.jpg[/img] Cynric looks a lot older than he is. This is mainly due to the magic he used during his protection of a village. His untrained grip on magic had caused his body to age slightly as he tapped into the power the crystal gave him. He wears the eyepatch on his eye to hid his ruined eye that was slashed at by a raider. He normally wears his brown unkempt long hair in a ponytail to keep it from his eyes. He is quite well built and with no shirt on you can see the muscles he has built from many years of training. [/hider] Personality: For being a mage Cynric is one of the kindest men you could find anywhere. A kind and jolly man Cynric much prefers to help rather than hinder and is quite well known around many of the settlements as good man. Though he was not always this way. Cynric does most of the things he does to make up for his terrible past in which he was a ruthless gang leader that killed many people to get what he wanted. Bearing the knowledge of his past crimes he tries to better himself and other by doing good rather than bad. Cynric can be ruthless when he needs to be and is not worried about doing what needs to be done. Biography: Cynric was part of a gang at a young age (16). A gang that would take what they want, when they wanted from whomever they could. The gang's hierarchy was very simple and brutal. Might is right! Was their saying. The strongest man or woman would be the leader until someone challenged them to combat and killed them in the arena. Cynric at the age of 18 was on a routine raid of a small village that had been rumored to have a plethora of loot to be plundered and slaves to be taken. Cynric was pumped at the idea of being able to go on a raid as he had only been allowed on three raids after he had joined the gang. The gang drove dirt bikes and quadbikes as well as a large van that had been repurposed with a chain gun for nastier encounters. Once they arrived they discovered a varieties of huts and tents had been set up inside a large crater. In the center of a crater was a large crystal that the village had been built around. Cynric felt in this gut that this might have been harder than they had first thought and when the first person began throwing boulders and shooting lightning at them his gut feeling was confirmed. The gang had picked the worst village to pick on, there were several dozen mages in the village using the crystal as a power source for their abilities. Instantly the group of 12 moved into action Cynric jumping out his pistol in his right hand and his cutlass still sheathed. Firing off several shots at the first mage bringing him down in. The other members of his gang were firing away with their rifles and two of them had jumped on the gatling gun. The images quickly erected a large wall of earth to block the shots then proceeded to continue their assault against the gang. Cynric watched three of his buddies being killed by these ruthless people and replied with anger and more bullets. Thanks to the gatling gun they were able to pin down the mages and get them into close combat. Drawing his cutlass he stabbed the first person he saw a girl no older than himself. He stopped in the middle of the battle and stared as the girl choked on her own blood. He had stabbed her in the chest puncturing her lungs. Dropping to his knees he cradled the girl's head in his arms as her life slipped from her. Before she died she looked into Cynric’s eyes with hatred and uttered “Savages”. This was not Cynric’s first kill but it was the first young person he had ever killed. The realisation of the monster he was dawned on him quickly. He looked back down at the girl he saw a crystal around her neck looking at it he saw it pulse with energy. Even in the chaos of battle and the sound of the gatling gun punching through the hastily erected barrier he heard a soft hum. Its sound was quiet yet he was drawn to it. It beckoned him to listen in which he did. Picking it up he felt the power washing through him, everything just began to lock together. The way the earth could be moved, how lightning is created, how to move the seas and how the air moved through his hair. Raising his hand the earth moved up at his whim and moved towards the van flipping it over. His eyes then turned to his fellow raiders, full of hatred they turned on him charging their voices full of anger and cries of betrayal. One came at him with a short knife cutting his eye blinding him. Screaming in pain he batted the man away who was flung into the air by a pillar of earth, where he landed Cyrnic never found out. Clenching his fist the earth in front of him turned into mud. The rest of the raiders became bogged in the mud unable to move. Turning his attention to the gattling gun and its crew he slammed his palm onto the ground the ground where the van was became loose causing the upturned van slowly began to sink into the now sand like ground. The crew struggled in vain as they were now up to their waist in quicksand. Clenching his fist they were drove further into the ground disappearing beneath the surface. Exhausted he collapsed to the floor. The crystal falling out of his hand. The village were unaware of Cynric’s part in the raid and thanked him for his help. In return they taught him the way to wield they magic he had tapped into that day, he refused the offer of teaching him. Cynric had found the power intoxicating and did not wish to allow it’s song to overwhelm him. Cynric now lives a life with regret and wants only to repay the debt of that village and what he took from it. Once he felt that his debt had been repayed he left the village. They gave him his sword and his smg as thanks for all his work. Archetype; Soldier Specialization: Ex-Raider Skills; [u]Specialities[/u] [list] [*] Father Figure (Able to put minds at ease, a real people person.) [*] Raider Deserter [/list] [u]Knowledge Skills[/u] [list] [*] Advanced Driving [*] Advance First Aid [/list] [u]Combat Skills[/u] [list] [*] Sword Training [*] Firearms Handling [/list] [u]Craft Skills[/u] [list] [*] Handyman (General Repair Skills) [/list] Weapons; [hider= Kamili (Cutlass)] Kamili or Sharp and quick as it was called by the village that gave it to him is a sword that was forged specifically for him. It was left in a pulverised crystal dust that allowed it to absorb and gain magical properties. The blade never dulls or rusts and repairs on it are simple for Cynric. There is a holder built in the hilt for him to able to add a crystal that channels through the blade. [img]http://img08.deviantart.net/d8b2/i/2015/120/3/c/omega_cutlass_by_zephyros_phoenix-d3b0ld6.jpg[/img] [/hider] G18 Fully Automatic/Semi-Automatic Pistol 9mm Pistol that has either a full auto or semi auto firing mode. [Hider=Hekler MP7A1 Submachine Gun] A customised submachine given to him as a gift from the village he saved from a raider attack. It fires 4.6x30mm caliber bullets and has a folding buttstock, Flashlight, Silencer and a Red dot sight. It has a clip attached to it that allows it to sling it over his shoulder. [img]http://i64.fastpic.ru/big/2014/0511/ac/1aa615c6389f19d0b3df01869d6101ac.jpg[/img][/hider] Equipment and Gear; Cynric has a leather duster jacket that he wears over his clothes. He wears a custom fitted suit minus the jacket. The belt he wears has a holster for his Pistol and his cutlass. He also carries a duffel bag that he wears over his shoulder. It contains rations and a water canteen as well as a change of clothes, a small collection of crystals that he keeps on his person and a map of the new world. Enough ammunition for his guns to last him several hours of constant firing. Cynric has a pendant that belonged to a girl he killed during his last raid before he turned on his gang. He uses it when he prays to his gods. Cynric drives one of the motorbikes his gang had. A Harley Davidson 750 Stealth with two satchels attached to the back for storage. [/center] [/hider]