Post by Cyndon on May 14, 2008 9:15:42 GMT -5
(( I'm sorry if this isn't in the proper place. This is a sort of back story to Cyndon, seeing if i can think of more to his background and past without changing the sheet i submitted. I hope people enjoy! ))
Cyndon awoke with a start to another day. He got off of his battered old bed trying intensely to remember the dream that had caused his sudden awakening.
"Geez... what was with that... A Naga? but those haven't been seen around here for ages..." He rubbed the back of his head, noting that his hair needed washing. "Bathroom." He muttered still a little groggy now that time had caught up with him. He looked in the bathroom mirror. There was no scar on his cheek, but his eyes were still Black and White, one thing that had never really changed. After his shower he got dressed in his normal clothes, blue jeans and a t-shirt. He put his earring on and then went outside to find the weapon trainer.
His crystal sword glowing on his belt, he stepped out of the door into the castle town. It was deceptively quiet in his house, as soon as he stepped out the sounds of a bustling town met his ears. There were many different people walking about. and the fountains and aqueducts lining the roads were all bustling with life. Cyndon inhaled deeply and exhaled, seemingly renewed in energy.
"Another day in this lovely castle town." He walked down the roads toward the paddock for training. A baker rushed past him with a sack of flour on his back, and running along side him was a friend.
"Hey, Kou!" His friend yelled over to him. Cyndon waved him over and they started a conversation.
"What's going on, Shin?" Cyndon asked his childhood friend. one of the few he had, most of the other kids picked on him for being a half breed light elf dark elf as it was. He never let it bother him too much, only if the people picking on him wanted to start a fight. Shin was one of the few that didn't pick on him, and better yet, stood up for him. Of course the two of them got beaten up pretty badly because of it, being about 5 years in the past neither of them were really that good at fighting. Shin scratched the back of his head in a forgetful fashion when suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Oh yeah! I have to work for the baker man to save up some money. Things have been rather tight at our house because of the war." He was talking about the large scale war between Shingenkou and Wryuten, a neighboring city bent on using technology to answer all their problems. Shingenkou wasn't the most advanced, however they did have bits and pieces of technology here and there. They still relied on magic, which made Wryuten feel superior, for very false reasons.
"Ah, yeah, times would have to be tough, wouldn't they... meanwhile all i seem to do lately is train. I think they're going to end up drafting me into their army... I mean, why else would the Castellan give me this?" He motioned to the crystal sword. Shin nodded solemnly.
"Just promise me you won't change too much, eh, Kou?" He laughed and then rushed after the baker. Cyndon continued down the path to the training ground yet again. There were all sorts of people training there today, ranging from archers, to warriors, and even magicians were training on the smoldered remains of training dummies.
"Ah, there you are, Cyndon!" His teacher rushed up to him with his long spear in hand. Cyndon bowed to his teacher and laughed openly.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late, Shin decided to strike up conversation with me." Cyndon rubbed the back of his head apologetically looking downward and his eyes closed. He heard someone mutter "lazy half-breed" under their breath. His eyes flashed dangerously.
"Who said that?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was in no mood for other people's crap today. A rather large looking warrior visitor looked up at him and raised his hand openly.
"Yeah, that's right! I SAID IT, you half-breed scum." Cyndon's sword was out of the loop long before the warrior had time to react.
"You'd make wise to NEVER call me that again." Cyndon's voice was low, almost a feral growl as the warrior looked down at the sword that was a nanometer from piercing his throat. He laughed openly.
"I'd like to see you try! A duel to decide my respect or lack thereof!" The warrior laughed cockily as he walked to the other end of the training paddock. Cyndon was fuming as he took a position to the opposite side of the dueling ring. His teacher tried in vain to get them to stop their battle, as Cyndon was nowhere NEAR listening to reason at this point. The bell attached to the side of the ring was hit to signify the beginning of the duel.
The two combatants were off immediately, the warrior and his long sword were fast, the blade blurred and looked as if there were three of them. Cyndon looked past the illusion and easily blocked the swing. His days of training had indeed paid off. He swung upward from behind his legs where the sword bounced from blocking and the warrior blocked, locking their weapons in a massive deadlock. Sparks flew from the metal sword as the crystal was as resilient as ever.
"Ha! you know what you're doing, whelp." The warrior acted as if he was going to stop the duel and admit a tie. As Cyndon walked up to shake the mans hand, he swung with a cheap shot that clipped Cyndon along the cheek in a crescent shape. Blood flew through the air as Cyndon cried out in pain. He looked back at the warrior with an almost palpable red glow to his eyes.
"If there's one thing i hate more than bigots," Cyndon started as the crystal sword changed color from blue to black "IT'S CHEAP WARRIORS LIKE YOU!" Cyndon went into a flurry of swings. There seemed to be hundreds of crystal swords flying every which direction as the warrior held up his sword to block. as soon as the crystal touched the sword it shattered into three pieces and hundreds of red lines drew their way around the warriors large body. As soon as the blade stopped moving, blood shot out of each of the lines and the warrior's eyes glazed over. He flopped to the ground unconscious from shock. Cyndon's teacher looked on in worry as Cyndon dropped to the ground passed out.
Cyndon awoke with a start in the training ground infirmary. He tried to move his arm, but the excruciating pain that responded told him he wasn't going to move any time soon. He suddenly remembered what had happened in the training grounds, and realized that with the rate he had been moving, his muscles had to have been severed several times over. The nurse walked up to him and looked at his chart worriedly.
"Seriously, Cyndon, how could you do something like that to yourself? Was it really worth it to teach that oaf a lesson?" She shook her head slowly. He laughed rather raspingly and responded.
"Yes, believe me, yes it was worth it." The nurse looked at him in disbelief.
"Well, about that mark he gave you. I'm sorry i can't do anything about it, and it's going to scar." Cyndon actually liked the idea of having the scar. He laughed aloud and the nurse wondered if she had just made him snap.
"Well, now I'll be more distinguished... and maybe less people will mess with me..."
(( Well, here's what i thought of for why he got his scar on his cheek. and yeah, i know there's probably a lot more i could expand on here, and i even included more stories to be told. If no one else minds, I'm thinking i will periodically tell more of his past in other posts around here. ))
Cyndon awoke with a start to another day. He got off of his battered old bed trying intensely to remember the dream that had caused his sudden awakening.
"Geez... what was with that... A Naga? but those haven't been seen around here for ages..." He rubbed the back of his head, noting that his hair needed washing. "Bathroom." He muttered still a little groggy now that time had caught up with him. He looked in the bathroom mirror. There was no scar on his cheek, but his eyes were still Black and White, one thing that had never really changed. After his shower he got dressed in his normal clothes, blue jeans and a t-shirt. He put his earring on and then went outside to find the weapon trainer.
His crystal sword glowing on his belt, he stepped out of the door into the castle town. It was deceptively quiet in his house, as soon as he stepped out the sounds of a bustling town met his ears. There were many different people walking about. and the fountains and aqueducts lining the roads were all bustling with life. Cyndon inhaled deeply and exhaled, seemingly renewed in energy.
"Another day in this lovely castle town." He walked down the roads toward the paddock for training. A baker rushed past him with a sack of flour on his back, and running along side him was a friend.
"Hey, Kou!" His friend yelled over to him. Cyndon waved him over and they started a conversation.
"What's going on, Shin?" Cyndon asked his childhood friend. one of the few he had, most of the other kids picked on him for being a half breed light elf dark elf as it was. He never let it bother him too much, only if the people picking on him wanted to start a fight. Shin was one of the few that didn't pick on him, and better yet, stood up for him. Of course the two of them got beaten up pretty badly because of it, being about 5 years in the past neither of them were really that good at fighting. Shin scratched the back of his head in a forgetful fashion when suddenly his eyes lit up.
"Oh yeah! I have to work for the baker man to save up some money. Things have been rather tight at our house because of the war." He was talking about the large scale war between Shingenkou and Wryuten, a neighboring city bent on using technology to answer all their problems. Shingenkou wasn't the most advanced, however they did have bits and pieces of technology here and there. They still relied on magic, which made Wryuten feel superior, for very false reasons.
"Ah, yeah, times would have to be tough, wouldn't they... meanwhile all i seem to do lately is train. I think they're going to end up drafting me into their army... I mean, why else would the Castellan give me this?" He motioned to the crystal sword. Shin nodded solemnly.
"Just promise me you won't change too much, eh, Kou?" He laughed and then rushed after the baker. Cyndon continued down the path to the training ground yet again. There were all sorts of people training there today, ranging from archers, to warriors, and even magicians were training on the smoldered remains of training dummies.
"Ah, there you are, Cyndon!" His teacher rushed up to him with his long spear in hand. Cyndon bowed to his teacher and laughed openly.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late, Shin decided to strike up conversation with me." Cyndon rubbed the back of his head apologetically looking downward and his eyes closed. He heard someone mutter "lazy half-breed" under their breath. His eyes flashed dangerously.
"Who said that?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was in no mood for other people's crap today. A rather large looking warrior visitor looked up at him and raised his hand openly.
"Yeah, that's right! I SAID IT, you half-breed scum." Cyndon's sword was out of the loop long before the warrior had time to react.
"You'd make wise to NEVER call me that again." Cyndon's voice was low, almost a feral growl as the warrior looked down at the sword that was a nanometer from piercing his throat. He laughed openly.
"I'd like to see you try! A duel to decide my respect or lack thereof!" The warrior laughed cockily as he walked to the other end of the training paddock. Cyndon was fuming as he took a position to the opposite side of the dueling ring. His teacher tried in vain to get them to stop their battle, as Cyndon was nowhere NEAR listening to reason at this point. The bell attached to the side of the ring was hit to signify the beginning of the duel.
The two combatants were off immediately, the warrior and his long sword were fast, the blade blurred and looked as if there were three of them. Cyndon looked past the illusion and easily blocked the swing. His days of training had indeed paid off. He swung upward from behind his legs where the sword bounced from blocking and the warrior blocked, locking their weapons in a massive deadlock. Sparks flew from the metal sword as the crystal was as resilient as ever.
"Ha! you know what you're doing, whelp." The warrior acted as if he was going to stop the duel and admit a tie. As Cyndon walked up to shake the mans hand, he swung with a cheap shot that clipped Cyndon along the cheek in a crescent shape. Blood flew through the air as Cyndon cried out in pain. He looked back at the warrior with an almost palpable red glow to his eyes.
"If there's one thing i hate more than bigots," Cyndon started as the crystal sword changed color from blue to black "IT'S CHEAP WARRIORS LIKE YOU!" Cyndon went into a flurry of swings. There seemed to be hundreds of crystal swords flying every which direction as the warrior held up his sword to block. as soon as the crystal touched the sword it shattered into three pieces and hundreds of red lines drew their way around the warriors large body. As soon as the blade stopped moving, blood shot out of each of the lines and the warrior's eyes glazed over. He flopped to the ground unconscious from shock. Cyndon's teacher looked on in worry as Cyndon dropped to the ground passed out.
Cyndon awoke with a start in the training ground infirmary. He tried to move his arm, but the excruciating pain that responded told him he wasn't going to move any time soon. He suddenly remembered what had happened in the training grounds, and realized that with the rate he had been moving, his muscles had to have been severed several times over. The nurse walked up to him and looked at his chart worriedly.
"Seriously, Cyndon, how could you do something like that to yourself? Was it really worth it to teach that oaf a lesson?" She shook her head slowly. He laughed rather raspingly and responded.
"Yes, believe me, yes it was worth it." The nurse looked at him in disbelief.
"Well, about that mark he gave you. I'm sorry i can't do anything about it, and it's going to scar." Cyndon actually liked the idea of having the scar. He laughed aloud and the nurse wondered if she had just made him snap.
"Well, now I'll be more distinguished... and maybe less people will mess with me..."
(( Well, here's what i thought of for why he got his scar on his cheek. and yeah, i know there's probably a lot more i could expand on here, and i even included more stories to be told. If no one else minds, I'm thinking i will periodically tell more of his past in other posts around here. ))