Kyriakos Andrelis

Kyriakos came of age not in fields of glory but in shadowed alleys and candlelit taverns. He swept floors, carried coal, and polished boots—all while learning to read people as one might read runes.

Over the years, Kyri has worn many names and walked many roads. He’s served with mercenary companies in the war-ravaged lands, crept aboard pirate ships under the cover of fog, and plundered gold-laden caravans along the Silk Road Pass. Yet despite his often-criminal pursuits, every coin he earns finds its way back to Bia and Talia, who remain his sole anchor in a world that has never fully welcomed him.

Kyri is not driven by power or glory. He desires no throne, no title, no songs sung in his name. His loyalty is not for sale, though it has been bartered for the right cause. He is quiet where others boast, calculating where others rush, and never draws a blade unless it’s necessary—or profitable. He carries a dagger passed down from his mother on his person at all times, etched with glowing elven runes he still cannot quite read, and a locket containing a crude charcoal sketch of his sister and grandmother.

He wears his mixed heritage like a cloak: sometimes concealing it, sometimes revealing it, but never denying if questioned.

Nicknames: Kyri Age: 25 Race: Half Elf (Half Human) Sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Neden, a coastal elven village nestled between the sea and the Myrewood Forest Occupation: Mercenary and occasional pirate Allegiance: None, though he’s been branded both friend and traitor to many Height: 6'4 Hair: Jet black that falls just short of his waist, gleams with deep blue undertones in moonlight, a mark of his elven bloodline. Eyes: Jade green Physical Description: Scattered across his arms and shoulders are small freckles and moles—subtle constellations on sun kissed skin. One dark, prominent mole sits just above his left brow, often mistaken for a tiny scar. His high cheekbones and sharp jawline give him a regal air that reminds many of a forgotten kingdom with a name that escapes memory, softened by the occasional smirk or wry smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. From his mother's side, he inherited large, elven-pointed ears, adorned with silver cuffs etched with ancient elven runes. His figure slim and toned, more of a dancer’s strong body than that of a warrior or nimble pirate out at sea. His legs are long with a slender waist and complement broad shoulders, with most of his muscle mass in his forearms and biceps. Personality: Quick-witted, silver-tongued, morally gray but fiercely loyal to his kin. He is the type of person that others flock to whether it be his inviting personality or enticing looks, Kyriakos always seems to find himself in lighthearted conversations with strangers and friends alike. Secretive about himself for reasons unknown to most, he tends to ask more questions than answer them.

Likes: The ocean, taverns and bars, cats, the smell of clean linen, surface-level conversations, silken hair ties, lots of silver jewelry Dislikes: Rainy weather, pineapples, the feeling of corduroy