Roleplay Character Background Stories

Cyra

  The night was harshly cold, making the grass as frosted as a snow cone on a summer day. The stars shined above, and the moon casted a pale glow upon the dark woods. In the woods was a young girl, whose hair was a chestnut brown, with almost blonde highlights and tips. The top of her head was dark brown, and the moon made it look pale. She had wounds, mostly scarred now, from the many battles she had to face. She looked around, her eyes a beautiful emerald green, that reflected the moon whenever she looked up at it to see the time. Her body was built to run and she had to. The creatures that lived in purgatory with her, made her life harder than one could imagine. She has long, red wings speckled and then drenched into a smoky grey at the tips of her long, gorgeous feathers. There were many things that wanted her feathers for themselves, and to wear them as a trophy, but she was suffering the most, to Leviathans.

   Leviathans were brutes, looking like a normal man but when they got close, their head shot back and revealed rows upon rows of teeth, a long tongue flicking out. They could only be killed by a bone of a certain human drenched in a certain type of blood, neither which she could get. "Oh Cyra, where are you~" The chilling voice of a Kitsune called out, a male.

   His figure was slim, typical for a kitsune in purgatory, and his eyes were like snake eyes, slit, and they glowed an amber color. Cyra pulled out her angelic sword, clutching it in her worn palm, "You know well what I'll do to you if you try to hurt me."

   The kitsune replied, "Yes... I know..." His fingernails became long like claws, "But I'm the fastest kitsune known to the monsters here, a dominating champion."

   Cyra snorted, "Fastest talker more like it... Dominating for the yappiest?"

   The kitsune gritted his teeth and she sneered, "Bring it, kitty."

   It charged her and she quickly dodged, spinning in a circle and stabbed it in the back, perfectly through the heart, and pulled her sword out, in a defensive stance, when she felt a needle prick against her neck, right as she saw the kitsune drop dead. Her world became foggy and dark, and soon she collapsed against whoever caused her to faint. The only thing she saw was the blurry face of a certain Leviathan.

   After what felt like hours, Cyra's eyes fluttered open, her body aching. She felt her wrists were tied down and she jerked at them, feeling it was cold chains. The chains rattling, and she looked around, not recognizing the cavern. There were leviathans scattered along the cavern and their king, Dick Roman, was approaching Cyra. He looked at a certain leviathan, gesturing him towards Cyra and the machine she was attached to, spread her wings. She squirmed, "What are you doing? Get away from my wings!"

   The man replied, "Darling, this won't hurt a bit. Just going to trim all your feathers so you don't fly away when we make you one of us."

   Cyra looked horrified, "And who do you think you are?"

   He paused, glancing at her, "Just call me doctor please."

   The 'Doctor' grabbed a sword, a sharp double edge sword and he approached her wings. With a fast flash and swipe, the sword made a ringing noise as it cut Cyra's feathers to half their length. Cyra cried out in pain, squirming more, but weakened, her wings numb and the right one drooped, and the doctor went to the other one doing the same, making her shriek again in pain. The leviathans began to mock her and taunt her, all except Dick. Dick went to Cyra, untying her and she fell upon him. He caught her, his strength incredible. Cyra whimpered, "Why..."

   Dick muttered, "Don't worry, you won't remember a thing."

   She became quiet, as she fainted, leviathan blood being injected into her by a syringe, and when she woke up, it had been years. The leviathan cavern was gone, and she woke up in a hospital, nurses walking every which way, and everyone seemed friendly. She vanished from the bed, getting actual clothes on when she did, and appeared in the woods, her gaze confused and she met some people, who then introduced herself to the one and only Lucifer. Her eyes fixed upon his and she became speechless, knowing exactly who he was.

   Lucifer looked a lot less threatening than she would imagine, and she trembled faintly, but concealed it. Lucifer let off a soft smile, "Hello there. Who are you?"

   Cyra replied, keeping her voice calm, "My name is Cyra. Its nice to meet you."

   The two began to talk and for years to come, they'd be together, and Cyra forgot her past, of the pain she had when her feathers with cut. She longed to fly, like the birds above, but she couldn't, forever flightless and in pain when her wings would spread.