Name: Sirius “Rius” Kyros
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Personality:- Soft-spoken
- Friendly
- Accommodating
- Secretive
- Manipulative
- Uses superficial charm to get close to people
- Possessive
- Loves information
- Apathetic at heart
- Thinks before he acts
- Holds grudges but doesn’t show
- Loves observing others and learning how they tick
- Wolf in sheep’s clothing
Affinity: Demonic Knight
Appearance (Normal): Rius is 6’3 in height and has average weight for a man his size. He has raven black hair and his body type is considered as Ecto-mesomorph (also commonly known as lean and defined). The most interesting feature that he has is his eyes. He has what is medically known as complete heterochromia-iridium which leaves him with a blue right eye and a grey left eye. Anything seen from him with his clothes on would be generic scars and nothing completely notable unless he’s taken them off, which he’s almost never does in front of others so no need to elaborate further.
Appearance (Armor): He wears relatively light armor that’s mainly composed of thick leather, cloth, and bits and pieces of iron, given that they are too heavy.
: He was born in a dainty house just outside the castle walls. His mother (Danise Evans) was a Priestess on one of Zar’s secret churches and his father (Xander Kyros) was a practitioner of holy magic. They were an odd couple, yes. But they managed to make it work. His parents show proper love and affection to him. They tried to lead him through a supposedly normal life but due to his mother’s affiliations and his love for knowledge, she ended up teaching Rius almost everything; from learning how to live and survive, till dark magic, much to his father’s disapproval. Rius basically grew up with demonic based magic and learned intimate information about light magic despite being unable to use them.
As years passed by, Rius was known as a nice man by most but there were hushed rumors about him and his… unwanted and unwarranted practices. Still, he plays his role as the nice guy well. He is usually liked by those he encounters and he was amiable and willing to help at best. Still, he silently craved for power and he knew well that staying cooped up in their nice and cozy house will never bring him that satisfaction. Not knowing where else to go, he applies to the Knights of the shaped table (a name which to his tastes are bland. Really bland) where he lands on the Newbies’ squad, widely known as the Libra squad. And that’s where our story begins.
Arsenal: A black obsidian looking sword that was passed down from his mother to him (which he simply calls out if the occasion calls for it), a couple of daggers, at least a dozen of small throwing knives, a golden ring on his left middle finger and couple of slim silver ones on his right ring finger (both of which he never takes off).
Narwhal tho.
