The Warring States of NPF - Light Warriors RPG

Name: Cyrene Indeae (pronounced SEAR-IN IN-DEE-EH)

PHYSICAL STATISTICS

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Half-Choc (See below)

(General Race Appearance and Capabilities)

Half-Chocs are basically humans from the waist up and Chocobos from the waist down. The transition from human half to Chocobo half is marked by the skin changing to down feathers, and the down feathers then becoming normal Chocobo feathers. Half-Chocs are hatched from eggs and are not nursed. Normally, hair color and Chocobo feather color are the same, provided the individual has not dyed their hair.

Their Chocobo half is, more often than not, at least as strong, agile, and sturdy as that of a standard Chocobo. Most Half-Chocs are capable of reaching a Chocobo's top speed and carrying up to a 750 pound load on their backs.

Half-Chocs also have wings sprouting from their human back (which normally match their eye color), making them capable of short-distance, low altitude flights with a maximum load of 250 pounds, taking into account that they fly (and run) much faster, longer, and higher if they are burden-free (i.e. no armor, weapons, riders, etc.). Naturally, this means no flying over mountains, forests, or oceans; however, rivers are okay. Their best landing spots are in the plains and deserts, as they usually have the fewest potential hazards to safe landings.

(Race History)

Half-Chocs were discovered during the days of Cloud, Leon Squallheart, and Yuffie, but were not brought up in true scientific discussion until the era of Yuna's Pilgrimage to destroy Sin. The reason for the delay was simple: The lucky fellow to discover them, Doctor Arveria, was thought to be a raving lunatic by those who heard his amazing tale. But over the years, more Half-Choc sightings popped up in laboratories and amongst avid adventurers who couldn't believe their eyes. Most sightings had occurred in little-walked areas, so the initial skepticism was understandable. And as more and more brave warriors found new area to tread through, the sightings increased en masse.

Finally, scientists began to classify Half-Chocs as a "Monster Race," seeing as it was unclear whether they were friendly or not. Then, after years of wondering, a Half-Choc named Izsia was spotted running up and down Lutia Pass. She screeched to a halt when she saw three explorers: Ireniea, Tobrie, and Riatta, with their swords unsheathed. She simply stared at the three and, according to legend, said nothing. She apparently was waiting for them to make a move, but the warriors were stunned by the sight of her. They then dropped their weaponry and attempted to extend a handshake of peace. Izsia smiled and returned the handshake, saying, "Don't look so embarrassed!! If anyone should be stunned, it's me. I never met such good-looking humans!! You really worked for all that, yes?" The young women smiled softly and continued on their path. When they reached a pub in the next town over, they related their encounter to a scientist, who officially classified the Half-Chocs as a friendly race, one that might provide the world with wonderful services.

(General Half-Choc Society)

Generally, Half-Chocs habituate in areas that are fresh and untrodden upon. For the more daring of the bunch, they would frequent high-traffic locales, silently creeping through to evade detection. They are able to eat any food that the other races eat, albeit those with which they are allergic; however, due to their Chocobo half, their absolute favorite is, without a doubt, Gyshal Greens. In fact, for the first year of their life, Half-Chocs eat nothing but mashed Gyshal Greens to strengthen their Chocobo half for development. After one year, they begin eating the leftovers of their parent's daily prey.

When all male Half-Chocs are eight, they are then taken on a hunt by their father or other significant male elder to learn the ways. From the moment they successfully make their first kill, to the time they pass away, they only eat what they kill, and no more. At this point the chick (young male Half-Choc) must either learn independence and begin to rely on themselves or starve to death. All females are taught manners by the mother, who wants their chicklets (young female Half-Chocs) to find some handsome, skillful hunter chicks to someday wed with. If a male is taught manners, it is because he is a prince and must be properly taught so he may help the colony continue to prosper.

(Role in "Normal Societies")

After their acceptance by the "normal races" in everyday society, they began to roam without fear of detection. Once they mix in with other societies (if at all), they seem all too happy to assist others with their natural hunting skills. They are also extremely adept at work requiring strength, agility, and old-fashioned hard labor. Given their speed, some Half-Chocs even serve as low-cost taxis (yes, it's weird, but some people can't afford "real" Chocobos to carry them around all the time) to make ends meet. Still, many Half-Chocs prefer to keep to their own colonies, as it is their way of life and they feel it must not be disturbed.

(General Half-Choc Combat Style)

Many Half-Chocs take natural curiosity in the arcane arts of magic; however, very few ever become mages, as they are trained from youth to use bows, arrows, and sometimes short swords. The vast majority of Half-Chocs are archers or hunters. Some choose to be warriors, as well, though not nearly as many. If a Half-Choc does delve into magic, though, they usually display a great knowledge and fluency in it, as their curiosity guides them into rigorous study and practice, and many who start this path end up great sages, showing a vast knowledge of the world and make excellent party members in a group of adventurers (provided they get occasional Gyshal Greens).

(Cyrene's Personal Appearance And Attitude)

Hair Color: Pink Rose

Eye Color: Aqua Blue

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 241 pounds

Description: Cyrene's human half is peach-skinned and tan-free. His hair is slightly unruly and has bangs that drape over his eyes. His nose has a thin bridge and his nostrils are of a simple, moderate radius. His ears are shaped like half-circles whose middles are set more upward. He wears no piercings on his ears or any other part of his body. His Chocobo half has pink rose-colored feathers and blood-red legs and claws. His upper wings are a beautiful shade of blue, matching his eyes almost perfectly.

Clothing: Cyrene's clothing choice is generic; he always wears a simple leather overcoat, equal in height to him, that drapes halfway down his legs, making his legs and tail clearly visible. He has slit the coat on the back so that he may stretch his upper wings out periodically. This is the only clothing he ever wears other than any of his upper-body armor.

Alignment: Typically, Cyrene is good at abiding by the laws of the lands, and is more partial to performing good deeds than bad ones. (Lawful Good)

COMBAT STATISTICS

Fighting Style: Cyrene prefers to play a magical role in combat. He has chosen to delve into magic, picking the sage lifestyle. When armored, if ever, he wears light robes and wields a simple metal rod. His physical attacks are rare, if not non-existent in most battles. His proficiency in Black Magic is beyond excellent, and his White Magic is also superb, though lacking in comparison.

Weaponry: Typically, his weapon of choice is a metal rod, which is of a genuine aurite alloy (Pure gold, for you non-scientists). When the sun hits it, the reflection is near blinding; when the moon hits it, the reflection is of a more serene type, its shimmer bringing back fond memories of home. His robe of choice is the Illumia Robe, which cuts all magical attack damage he takes in half, but increases melee damage taken by 25%. It also has a 75% chance of nullifying status effects.

Magic: Cyrene knows all of the elemental spells (Fira-Firaga, Thunder-Thundaga, Aero-Aeroga, Blizzard-Blizzaga, Water-Waterga) and also Bio and Flare. Respectively, they deal: Fire damage, Thunder Damage, Wind Damage, Ice Damage, Water Damage, Poison Damage, and non-elemental, magic-based damage.

As far as White Magic, he knows Cura-Curaga, Esuna, Arise, and Holy. Respectively, each does the following: Restores lost HP, removes status ailments, revives a KO'd ally to full HP, and deals major damage to the undead (and other enemies weak to Holy Damage).

PERSONALITY

Cyrene is extremely outgoing, and loves meeting new faces. He does have a strong dislike of archers, hunters, and bows in general as they bring back memories of his brush with doom. It's not that he won't bring himself around them; he's just uncomfortable when he IS around them. However, he is very well-mannered, and does not judge others before knowing them.

Likes: Running, magic, having good friends around
Dislikes: Bows, archers, hunters
Habits: Magic-using battler, outgoing, very wise and sagacious, even-tempered, careful

HISTORY

Cyrene was hatched in the north of the Giza Plains to the Queen Half-Choc of the colony, Sinzera. However, shorty after birth, Sinzera died from a poisoned arrow, shot point-blank, right through her heart. Fearing for young Cyrene's life, they whisked him away to the south of the Plains, hoping that they could distance themselves from the assassin. Since the chick was very young, and his father, King Arfael, was murdered three months prior by another arrow of the same type (also through the heart), Cyrene was sent to be cared for by foster parents in the southern villa.

BRUSH WITH MAGIC

For his entire life, Cyrene grew up a humble and gentle chick, having no clue that he was the true and rightful king of his colony. He was raised by his father, Relka, to be a worker and to help with the hunting. The main training focus of his work with his mother, Iskele, was the art of manners, as one could rarely do well in a society without the proper manners. When he was twelve years old, he witnessed a Black Mage using spells he had never seen before. He approached the Mage quietly and respectfully, waiting until she was done to speak. The Mage looked and slightly lifted her hat to get a good look at the chick; she then smiled and said hello. Cyrene bowed on his legs slightly, and returned her hello, subsequently asking what she was doing.

"I'm practicing spells on the wolves and hyenas around here," she said peacefully. "You certainly are a handsome young chick, but it's obvious you never dabbled in magic, correct?"

"No, ma'am, I haven't," Cyrene replied. "It looks amazing; might you teach me how to do that?"

"Magic is not taught, young one; magic is more of an experience. I will give you a scroll; read it and you will gain the Fire spell."

Cyrene then read the spell and marvelled as he felt the furor of flames at his fingertips. He concentrated and released the spell on a nearby hyena, effectively killing it and cooking it at the same time. He smiled, jumped up and down, and flapped his upper wings with glee; magic felt good to him! The Mage simply stared and chuckled at the sight of the jovial Cyrene experiencing the joys of magic.

"Excellent, young one," she said. "Magic really is a wondrous thing, yes?"

Cyrene settled down slightly and nodded. "Oh, yes, ma'am!" he proclaimed. "Sorry for my display; I've just never been so happy before..."

The Mage smiled and said, "No, young chick, I know. Many do the same after their first brush with using magic. Still, it's odd that a Half-Choc would partake in this field of study; I thought you were more toward melee combat. Ah well, to each his own... I'm Isabella. Actually, I must be heading home; Cinder must be waiting for me."

"Cinder?" Cyrene asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh, that's my husband," Isabella said calmly. "But I never got your name, young chick."

"Oh, how rude of me... I'm Cyrene from the southern Giza Plains."

"A pleasure to meet you, Cyrene," she said as she left. "May we meet again. I want to see where magic takes you, young chick."

UNKNOWING TREK

On his sixteenth birthday, Cyrene had recognized that his parents weren't his true family, as he bore little in common with them. Iskele gave him a golden rod to use with his hunting. Cyrene was delighted and proclaimed he would show everyone how far he had come in his training.

When the colony reached the Hunting Grounds, Cyrene cast Fira on a Hyena rushing for him, which, amplified by the rod, was truly overkill. Cyrene turned around expecting praise from his elders, but, rather, his father struck him in the left leg with a whip.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Relka yelled. "That's not how you hunt, young chick!"

"But, Father..." Cyrene began, hobbling slightly. "I made the kill. Look, the Hyena is dead, Father."

"That's as may be, Cyrene, but you've burnt it to death!" Relka fumed. "How are we to eat it now? I'm ashamed of you. Must you use that arcane art, do so away from here. You are hereby banished from this colony; do not return!"

Cyrene skulked away silently, leaving to the east of the colony, looking back at the only family he had ever known. Having heard stories of his real parents in local gossip (which he resented, as it was bad manners to listen in on gossip), he decided to search for the parents he had never known...

NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE

While on his journey, just days before he turned 17, an arrow shot through Cyrene's chest, just inches from his heart. The assassin, believing his target to be doomed, fled instantly. Fortunately, Cyrene was able to speed his way to a hospital in Rabanastre just in time to save himself. The arrow was removed safely, and no after-effects took place. He had salvaged himself, and, after the near-death experience, began to take in his surroundings more, and not simply blaze forward recklessly.

END OF YOUTH

Throughout the weeks following his survived murder, Cyrene grew to adore the not-so-humble city of Rabanastre, and seriously considered making it his home, but was denied from buying a home there. When he questioned why, he was told that he didn't belong living in a town; rather, he needed a more open space to settle.

"Yes, I agree, sir," Cyrene said kindly. "City living does feel fairly cramped. I should get going. Thank you."

And so he settled in the north colony of the Giza Plains. He was welcomed heartily, but none of them realized that he was Cyrene, the rightful King. Cyrene lived there to his eighteenth birthday, and then set off as an adventurer once more. His goodbye was hardly tearful, and he returned to Rabanastre to take a second look at a home. He found a humble little abode next door to the Item Shop and purchased it; this time, he was not turned away, as he had clearly matured since his last visit. Now he lives there happily, and, though he is not rich, is not poor either; he enjoys being in the middle of the road, so to speak. He is willing to go on any adventure, for his spirit still yearns for the wild outdoors. However, between adventures, he always makes that joyous pilgrimage back to his place in the town he loves...