Kyros Atlas

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  • Name: Kyros Atlas
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Xauna
  • Nicknames: Hawkeye, Trouble, Ace
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Assassin
  • Alignment: Chaotic Good
  • Deity: Paragon Tumir
  • Age: 34
  • Size: Average
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 5'7
  • Weight: 184lbs
  • Complexion: Pale Skinned
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Grey
  • Handedness: Both
  • Scars: Four - Jagged one on the left bicep, two across the stomach, one arrow scar on the left shoulder and shoulder blade.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Friendly
  • Mannerisms: Says "'eh" a lot.
  • Likes: Seafood, chicken, the ocean.
  • Dislikes: Desserts, caves, dry places.

• Description

  Black frizzy hair clumsily hangs over a furrowed, cheerful face. Narrow silver eyes, set deep within their sockets, watch delightfully over the clan they've been separated from for so long. A shaved face gorgeously compliments his eyes and hair and leaves a pleasant memory of his fortunate destiny. The is the face of Kyros Atlas, a true vanquisher among humans. He stands high among others, despite his scraggy frame. There's something fascinating about him, perhaps it's a feeling of coldness or perhaps it's simply his disposition. But nonetheless, people tend to be curious about him, while secretly admiring him. But there's one problem with his return, the witch that cursed him. Quick as a bunny isn't just a phrase anymore.

• Biography

  Sent out to the battlefield, Kyros Atlas was a legend among the assassin clan. Known as Hawkeye and Ace, Kyros struck fear into the heart of all the enemies he met, except Aelianna. She was vicious, cunning, smart, and beautiful, and full of hatred. She hid her anger behind a fan, luring Kyros into her bed and into her heart. But the foolhardy assassin wouldn't be crawling out of that bed, instead hopping as he was cursed by the witch.
  "You're quick as a bunny alright." She'd smile down at him, flipping that fan open to hide a smile. As Kyros tried to stand, he realized he couldn't. His hands had turned into paws, his ears were long and above his head, his teeth even longer. When he tried to speak, all he made was a chittering noise. "Silly bunny, go eat some carrots." Aelianna left him alone, to hop out of her bed and to the streets where he roamed. No one could hear him protest or break the curse, nor could they help him.
  It wasn't until years later that Kyros found a healer, deep in the forest that could hear his pleas. Rasgar Moonbane wore animal skins, covered in countless bones and a tiger skull on his head. He was odd, talking to himself and muttering about visions and animals alike. When he set his eyes on Kyros, he picked the bunny up, smiling with broken and blackened teeth. "You're not what you appear." He muttered, carrying the poor bunny by his hind legs around the fire in his camp. Throwing things on the fire until it glowed blue, he threw Kyros into it without hesitation.
  When Kyros came to, he stood alone, naked, far from the healer he thought he had dreamt. He was able to stand again on two feet, feeling pale skin in his five fingered hands. When he went to the river nearby, he discovered he was human. "Why.." His voice was hoarse and a little unsure of himself, but it was still his. When he washed his face, he had grown a beard and his hair was longer, but it was still him. Though he had bunny ears and a tail, he was human again.
  He would wander, naked for a long time before he was able to acquire some clothes, a simple black tunic, pants, grey boots and a pair of solid daggers. He'd fashion himself a bow in the forest and arrows, but only crave vegetables, not the meat he wanted. Still, it was better than being a defenseless rabbit.
  Slowly, he'd work his way to becoming a full human, but first he had to train. He spent the next nine years in the forest, stealing from bandits to acquire more weapons, daggers, arrows, a better bow. But when he came out, he was muscular now, but thin, athletic built with definition to his form. He had perfected his aim, his abilities, and had a dagger sheathed on nearly every inch of his body. Forearms, calves, biceps, thighs, and a quiver full of arrows, he went on the hunt for Aileanna to change him back.
  He was thirty four now, and on the prowl. With a cleaned up face, he looked younger than he was.

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