Post by Bails on Jan 13, 2011 13:04:54 GMT -5
Name: Tyr Sephora
Age: 24
Birthday: Feb 16
Race: Immortal
Species: Devil
Family: Father: Malachi Eden
Mother: Luna Sephora
StepMother: Aria Eden
Sister: Freya Eden
Appearance:
Lyr doesn't quite take after the family style... yet. This boys more comfortable in his camos and undershirts when he's not in uniform. That being said, he's a spitting image of his uncles- the lot of them. He's tall, dark and handsome. His frame is lithe from all the time he spends training but stronger than you may thing. The dark mop of curls and piercing dark eyes just confirm he's one of the Christos lot and the trademark smirk doesn't hurt.
Celebrity Avatar:
Celebrity Claim: Steven Strait
Personality: Lyr has a soldier's mentality. He believes in force, pride, and depending on your instincts. He's not one to carry on a conversation unnecessarily but will give words of advice if called upon. Though he's always had a wild streak that no one could ever break from him: a sense of playful mischief that used to get the tar beaten out of him. He has the capacity to love like any Christos man, a heart that begs to be accepted, but he won't admit it.
History: Lyr was born a secret son. His Mother, a demon named Sephora, birthed him within the fiery depths of Hell. No word nor sign of a Father to speak of. Not that it was unusual for that to happen. He was born to a clan of warriors- some of Wrath's best fighters. His mother was one of the top and it caused quite a stir when she was discovered to be pregnant. No one had ever seen her as the mothering type. When Lyr was born, he was kept a secret. There was no ceremony, no declaration of his name. He was given a crib and swaddling cloth. Not that they were known to pamper their offspring but there was no tell of him to anyone who didn't need to know.
Growing up, he was pushed harder than the others. He was expected to be stronger, faster, better than anyone else. His Mother insisted he train hours longer than the others. He was taught to shed anything that could make him weak. No ties except to his brethren and to prize strength, courage, cunning and intelligence above all else. It was engrained in them a sense of superiority. They were the rocks Hell was built upon; not weak like the warring clans. His teachers were amazed by his progress, his agility, his intelligence. They compared him to one other student- Their King Malachi. Although Tyr let the compliments slide from his shoulders, ignored them as fluff, it was his Mother that grew more and more uneasy.
Then the call came. The King and Queen of Lust had requested a soldier, one that was trustworthy, young- And Tyr was picked. He was the top of his field afterall. Sephora, in a fit, revealed the secret of his paternity. That Tyr wasn't just a soldier, wasn't just one of the Aeaan elite, but a son of Hell.
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Age: 24
Birthday: Feb 16
Race: Immortal
Species: Devil
Family: Father: Malachi Eden
Mother: Luna Sephora
StepMother: Aria Eden
Sister: Freya Eden
Appearance:
Lyr doesn't quite take after the family style... yet. This boys more comfortable in his camos and undershirts when he's not in uniform. That being said, he's a spitting image of his uncles- the lot of them. He's tall, dark and handsome. His frame is lithe from all the time he spends training but stronger than you may thing. The dark mop of curls and piercing dark eyes just confirm he's one of the Christos lot and the trademark smirk doesn't hurt.
Celebrity Avatar:
http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f24/BaileysPhotos/9653136_tml.jpgCelebrity Claim: Steven Strait
Personality: Lyr has a soldier's mentality. He believes in force, pride, and depending on your instincts. He's not one to carry on a conversation unnecessarily but will give words of advice if called upon. Though he's always had a wild streak that no one could ever break from him: a sense of playful mischief that used to get the tar beaten out of him. He has the capacity to love like any Christos man, a heart that begs to be accepted, but he won't admit it.
History: Lyr was born a secret son. His Mother, a demon named Sephora, birthed him within the fiery depths of Hell. No word nor sign of a Father to speak of. Not that it was unusual for that to happen. He was born to a clan of warriors- some of Wrath's best fighters. His mother was one of the top and it caused quite a stir when she was discovered to be pregnant. No one had ever seen her as the mothering type. When Lyr was born, he was kept a secret. There was no ceremony, no declaration of his name. He was given a crib and swaddling cloth. Not that they were known to pamper their offspring but there was no tell of him to anyone who didn't need to know.
Growing up, he was pushed harder than the others. He was expected to be stronger, faster, better than anyone else. His Mother insisted he train hours longer than the others. He was taught to shed anything that could make him weak. No ties except to his brethren and to prize strength, courage, cunning and intelligence above all else. It was engrained in them a sense of superiority. They were the rocks Hell was built upon; not weak like the warring clans. His teachers were amazed by his progress, his agility, his intelligence. They compared him to one other student- Their King Malachi. Although Tyr let the compliments slide from his shoulders, ignored them as fluff, it was his Mother that grew more and more uneasy.
Then the call came. The King and Queen of Lust had requested a soldier, one that was trustworthy, young- And Tyr was picked. He was the top of his field afterall. Sephora, in a fit, revealed the secret of his paternity. That Tyr wasn't just a soldier, wasn't just one of the Aeaan elite, but a son of Hell.
Anything Else:
