The Fallen Star

Levity RP

-April 1, 413-
[L'nocdym]
(Afternoon)

Cynyr was just about to give up and leave when the man came back. He was moving relatively quickly, and went into the house, before sitting down and diving into his books. She silently dropped down from the tree, crouching and rolling forward, and slowly crouch-walked to a wall of the house, she climbed up quietly, came right above the window the man was next to, and hooked her feet onto the ledge of the roof. Upside down, looking right at the man, she simply said "Ohai there!", before flipping around and running off.

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Annnnnddddd I'm back! Sorry for being gone, I was on a trip out of the country and lets just say that this website wasn't easily accessible. I'll be sure to post soon, and glad you finally figured me out :3

-Star

P.S. SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVERRRRRR :D :D (The 6th FYI)

Levity RP

-April 1, 413-
[Deep Forests around L'nocdym]
(Mid-Morning)

Cynyr awoke on top of a tall tree, well hidden by her cloak and the leaves. As she quickly glanced over the nearby area for hazards, she quickly began to prepare to move out. She headed back to the city after making sure all her loot was stored in the eaves of the tree, and hidden from sight, before moving out toward the town, acting as much as a visiting citizen as possible. After all, she was trying to peacefully shop, and maybe she would even drop by the house she had stole from just to see the person's reaction! Yes. That would be fun. Her plan of action for the morning decided, Cynyr began the trek to L'nocdym.

Levity RP

-March 31, 413-
[L'nocdym]
(Twilight)
Cynyr slowly pushed open the doors, careful to make sure that they did not creak nor make any other noise. She creeped into the house, and took in here surroundings. The house looked pretty much normal from the outside, but inside, there were small leftover pieces of metal, gears, screws, and other things that one would've expected to find in a machinist's workshop. The area seemed to have been hastily cleaned up, but the person who did it obviously did not do a good job. A radio softly crackled with static mixed with the quiet voices of late-night reporters, discussing the war that had recently began scant hours ago. She sneaked toward the location of the radio, and came into a room with even more scattered machina parts. There were a few motor parts on the side, what appeared to be piece of a clock, and some childrens' toy parts, scattered around the room. As Cynyr surveyed the room, she suddenly noticed the still form on the bed. She froze, cursing internally at not expecting or noticing the person in the room, and slowly gripped one of her knives with her right hand. She waited a tense 30 seconds, before relaxing and returning to checking the room. She grabbed a few of the rarer machina components, putting them in her bag, and grabbed a handful of screws, making sure not to make a sound, and a few metal plates, enough to feed herself for a few weeks. She began to leave, but noticed a small, barely noticeable wooden box on the floor unde the workbench, labeled "Dividend". She made her way over, and slowly opened it, and nearly gasped at the axe inside. It looked normal, but she knew better. Weapons like this were rare, and nearly priceless, such as the one she already had in her pack. She quickly shoved it into her pack, before making her way out. The moment she was out, she began running, hoping that whatever had made her nervous would not occur, and not even paying attention to the tracks she was leaving in the slightly wet ground, making as much distance from the small house as possible in the scant time before the early morning.

Levity RP

-March 31, 413-
[L'nocdym]
(Midnight)
As the sounds of human activity, except for the quiet buzzing noise of a radio left on, gradually faded away from the house Cynyr had hidden upon, she slowly made her way down, keeping in the shadows and away from any sources of light that could expose her. She quickly glanced into the still-dark window, and then looked away. There was only one visible person in the room. She steeled her nerves, and ignored the slight pain of guilt that spiked through her. She had done this hundreds of times already, there was nothing to fear, nor to be guilty about. Despite this, she still felt quite uneasy about the person inside, and when she felt uneasy, there was usually something wrong... It didn't matter now though. She had gone for a few days without stealing from an actual house, and her pockets were getting quite light, so as such, she quickly moved over to the door of the house prepared to pick the lock.

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-March 30, 413-
[Forest Around L'nocdym]
(Evening)
Cynyr gazed around the side of the tree she was standing behind. She noticed a decently large house, with around 4, 5 rooms in it, and decided that would be her next target. She looked around quickly for any signs of danger, namely guards or sentries, and swiftly ran over to the house, hiding in the darkness of the night. She pulled out a few of her hardier knives and began climbing the wall of the house, and laid down on the roof. She quickly muttered a prayer to Lryuc, and settled down to wait for the inhabitants of the house to fall asleep.

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Name: Cynyr
Age: Unknown - Presumed late teens/early 20's
Gender: Female
Birthday: May 19, assuming Sol's Orbiter has a 24-hour 365 (and 1/4!)-day system.
Appearance: Cynyr's entire face is covered by a black hoodie and a mask. She wears a dark crimson long sleeved shirt, stained with blood, along with black pants, and combat boots. Her armor is basically a light arrow/bulletproof combat vest and leggings, with a steel mask. This can protect against low-caliber projectile weaponry, such as pistol rounds or a few low-caliber rifle shots, but the body armor is effectively useless against any decent amount of melee or blunt force.
Profession: Hired assassin/manhunter/merc, freelancer, drifter.
Background: Unknown. (Born in Vorak, pursued by Seekers, but ran away. Lived in wild for a while, but constantly stole from both Morr and Vorak, before reemerging as a freelance assassin/merc years later.)
Nation: Presumed formerly Vorak, currently unknown, presumed none.
Skills: Highly skilled assassin, capable of extreme acrobatics and very good at blending in/hiding. If possible, has blessings of Lryuc.
Fighting style: Prefers to use knives/daggers, along with stealth, to quickly eliminate key targets. Also uses poisons to attack. Main weapon is a set of 4 butterfly knives, made for both ranged and melee use.
Talent (if any): Has a “sixth sense” which allows her to notice the vulnerable spots of her targets, and also gives her (some) warnings about enemies she has not noticed.
Personality: Silent and impassive. Often described as being a "living, breathing, piece of stone" or other variations of the phrase. Rarely speaks, and when she does, it is (Usually!) in a monotone voice, with short, clipped sentences.