Name: Cylo Reissar
Titles: Miss Cyrei; Lady Reissar; La Chanteuse (Stage Name)
Age: 26
Class: Heron
Race: Laguz (Heron)
Birthplace: Port Sesta, Estala
Appearance Description:
Cylo never fails to stand out against crowds with her strikingly ethereal outfits and her elegant, floaty demeanor. She stands tall and proper, and carries herself with a formal grace. She has delicate features: narrow jawline, rounded cheeks, slightly pointed nose. She has clear, aqua eyes, sometimes heavy with a lidded expression. Her ivory face sits underneath a tightly bound, intricately braided, platinum blonde chignon. Lastly, a pair of pointed, triangular ears, a sign of a Laguz of any bird tribe.
Her outfits tend to vary, but her outfit as of this conquest is an expensive, white dress, cut open in the front and ending in a short, flowing train. This is worn under a beautifully embroidered shoulder cape, also white in color. However, the most obvious feature of the outfit is a big, fluffy, cream colored fur scarf, which presents itself ostentatiously against the rest of the outfit. Lastly, a pair of elegant, white wings sit proudly on her shoulder blades, giving her a very angelic, almost incorporeal appearance.
Personality:
Cylo can be described as a proper lady who exudes grace. She stands upright with a straight spine, almost leaning back, and takes light steps, as if stepping on rough surfaces. She keeps a cool head, especially when faced with public groups. She also tends to be very, very quiet, her voice never seeming to go higher than a whisper, and if one tries to listen in, it seems that there’s a certain hoarseness to it. This, however, is in stark contrast to when she sings, where her voice is loud, silvery, and well-modulated.
In the public eye, Cylo seems very distant, acting rather cold to those she doesn’t know well. However, with more softened relationships, one may find that Cylo gets livelier the more you get to know her. She is rather introspective, always looking for the meaning of things, what’s underneath the first layer. She cares deeply for friends, and longs for more, though she doesn’t seem confident enough to go out of her way to make some.
She has a real soft spot for music. She can’t help swaying her head to the lovely tune of a piano, or giving a skip or two when she hears the sound of a lively fiddle. There are moments where she will contribute her voice to the song, if she knows the lyrics, or if she had memorized the tune by heart. Music seems to be her muse, a trait many folks know well. It is her contribution to the sad serious world, one she performs with passion and gusto.
Biography:
A small, heron child was born in the middle of a smuggling operation, where she came out early due to her mother’s stress. For the first few days of her life, she didn’t seem like she was going to make it. This pushed the Laguz of that specific circumstance to fight, harder than they ever did before. Eventually, they did get out, just in time. They had just arrived at Port Sesta, free of their bonds. However, the heron’s mother did not make it.
She spent the next few years of her life sheltered in an orphanage, her caretaker being a Laguz himself. Something was off with her voice, and no one in that poor community could figure out what. The baby didn’t speak, didn’t cry, didn’t make any sort of sounds that confirmed any sort of communication. Rather, she seemed to mime it out, yet no one could hear her voice. She was effectively mute.
Just when the orphanage was going bankrupt, a wealthy Beorc showman took her in, raising her as his own. This, of course, sparked a great controversy: Theodore Reissar, widowed and childless, resorting to adopting a young, poor Laguz off the street. Regardless, Theodore endured through all of it, raising this child as his own, giving her the name Cylo, his own songbird.
Cylo was raised in Greymont ever since, her father always trying to make her life the best it can be. He showered her constantly with whatever he thought she wanted, even if she didn’t want it. At first, she was grateful. Who wouldn’t be, if put in the same situation? However, after a while, she began to grow concerned. She saw the stress on her father’s face. She was the only thing that mattered to him, and it showed through his obsession.
It was the eve before her tenth birthday. Not many folks would want to celebrate a birthday for a Laguz, even if she is the daughter of a respected showman, with his professional theater stage. This year was especially bad. It seemed that his esteemed compatriots’ patience ran thin, not wishing to put up with their friend’s blasphemy any longer. Theodore sat, head in his hands, furrowing his brow over what would be the first imperfect birthday for his daughter in six years.
Suddenly, he heard a voice, wafting clear throughout the hallways. A light, beautiful tone, singing a melancholy song, one that Theodore knew well, as he sang it to Cylo when she was very, very young. He followed the sound of the voice, travelling from hallway to stairwell, before arriving at the room of his daughter. There he stood, shocked, as in front of him was his mute, Laguz daughter, singing to her doll, her voice breaking the air, clear as day. She turned to face him, tears streaming down his face. His own songbird.
Her life seemed to change drastically since then. She was brought to a private school instead of homeschooling, and she started to have private singing lessons, where she honed her voice with the help of a Sir Hammon Freide, a bright-eyed old man with a passion for music and a liveliness to his voice. Together, the two were able to bring Cylo’s voice to new heights, where she learned that her silvered voice and charisma could press deep into her audience, bringing out emotions from even the hardiest of folk.
Her father eventually found her talents to be quite useful, both in her human and her awakened heron form. He eventually added her as a talent in his theatre, a new performance that was as spectacular as it was controversial, pulling in and driving away many a crowd. Despite all this, Cylo became a beacon for Beorc and Laguz interrelations everywhere, in a movement that showed nearly all that it’s possible for the two to get along.
It has been about four years since she had joined the theatre. As happy as she was with her life and how it had impacted relations between Laguz and Beorc all across Estala, Freide had also imparted some thoughts to Cylo, some deep insights into what it means to have a voice as powerful as hers. Soon, she found the idea of branching out quite tempting, and a need arose to (quite literally) spread her wings and fly, a thirst for adventure as an advocate of peace. She pitched the idea to her father, and after a deep conversation was had… she was allowed to go.
News befell the bright-eyed woman: Port Sesta, in deep trouble, being directly next to the Thanatian Sea, where a pirate war befell. It was also said that the son of the King, a young lad with the surname of Estali, would also be joining the fray. With little combat experience, yet a clear, open-minded optimism, Lady Cyrei, La Chanteuse, enters the fray.
Inventory:
- Ornate Hair Comb
- Vulnerary (3/3)
Other:
Cylo doesn’t particularly like entering her Heron form out of combat. She feels out of place, maybe a side-effect of being raised under a Beorc-majority town. However, despite this, she seems to always advocate for both Beorc and Laguz, always a mediary in between the two.
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