Post by Cyril Kirabo on Jun 10, 2014 23:38:06 GMT -6
KIRABO, CYRIL
c h i a r o s c u r o
c h i a r o s c u r o
AGE: 20.
GENDER: Male.
TEAM: He's a loner as a villain, though he works with a troupe as an actor.
SIDE: Unrepentant villain.
OCCUPATION: He works as an actor, when he can find work. Otherwise, his 'occupation' is stealing as much as he can get his hands on.
NATIONALITY: East African and French.
HISTORY: Cyril had a pretty normal childhood, all things considered; growing up in Chicago might have given him a good feel for pranks - and how to get out of a sticky situation - and for that, he'll always be grateful. One big city is much like another, when you get down to the sidewalks and cops - although he (silently) prefers Jump; it's more scenic, and much less windy, which means his hats and scarves have longer lives.
He only moved to Jump City from Chicago because his parents were also planning to move - and, while he liked Queens, he'd always wanted to show his real stuff; shine brightly. Staying in his hometown would almost certainly tip off his parents and friends - Jump City was much farther away, and although their law enforcement had much more experience with super-villains, Cyril wasn't deterred. He wanted the spotlight, and what better way to make sure he stayed in the spotlight once he got there than to take down some other big-names?
Now, having settled in Jump for a handful of months, Cyril is honing his skills and looking for work, having scored a few gigs - and done a few, low-key, B&E's - to get ready for stardom. Look out!
FAMILY: His mother and father are both normal, middle aged people who live in Chicago, where he grew up. They're healthy and alive, and fully supportive of his yen for acting; they have no idea about his other night-time activities.
PERSONALITY: In public, Cyril does what he can to make himself the main attraction; he tries to be charming even when faced with someone he loathes - or who loathes him. His wanting to constantly be the shining star of any room he walks into might make some people label the man vain, or attention-gathering; Cyril simply sees it as wanting people to give him his due. The villain has a tendency to calm the drama down a notch or two when in private situations; he stills like to be noticed, but he can be relaxed and self-possessed then.
That same sense of self-possession Cyril cultivates, trying to make himself seem both serene and bubbly; mostly, it has the unfortunate side-effect of making the actor seem like he is uncaring or vapid instead. When he is in his element, Cyril gives off a manic energy that works well with the zippy, focused facets of his personality. It also means a crash from that energy and adrenaline high, sooner or later. If there's nothing to distract him, that let-down - proven in the ups-and-downs since he'd hit puberty - would lead either to him holing up somewhere and plotting revenge whilst licking his wounds, or snapping directly from adrenalin-loss to rage. If he hits rage, all of that charming, pose-striking drama-wheedling goes out the window for a short, dark time.
DISLIKES: He hates being ignored, or shuffled to the side. Also horses, the rain, pop-music, and watermelon.
DREAMS: His dream is less about the world, and more about him; Cyril dreams of being a big-name Broadway actor.
FEARS: Cyril fears his name being forgotten and lost to history; he also fears heights and horses.
HOPES: He hopes for the same thing as most people; a purpose, and less bloodshed in the world, and a place to call home at the end of the day.
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I'M JUST AN
incredibly gifted faker
incredibly gifted faker
BODY STRUCTURE: He's 6'1", lean, and overall on the thinner side. His physique would be bony, if he weren't also a part-time wrestler; it gives his body muscles, rounding out and smoothing the sharpness of his bones. He doesn't keep so much muscle that it makes him look huge or hulking; he likes the ease of being quick but light to being thick and strong. He knows how to wheedle his way out of things; he doesn't need to punch people when he can charm them.
STYLE: Cyril wears fashionable clothes - when he can afford them. He has a collection of 'comfort' clothes as well, like everyone does; old blue jeans, starting to fray, sweaters and t-shirts with stains or mysterious tears. On the classier end of the spectrum, Cyril also boasts a well-kept collection of tight shirts and loose jackets, preferring pants over shorts or khakis, and flat shoes over sneakers or boots; he doesn't get as good friction, but they're both quiet and cute.
COSTUME: As a concession to his alternate profession, Cyril wears a pair of tight-fitting black denim pants and sneakers - the only pair he owns - as well as a form-fitting, but not tight, silky black-and-white jacket. The jacket cuts the black and white in a diagonal line, coming from his left shoulder and cutting down to end neatly at the right hem, the upper half pure white and the bottom half as dark black as he could dye the thread. His zipper is gray, as is the tank-top he habitually wears underneath the jacket. The hood of his jacket is white, the inside gray, and Cyril also wear a thick, wide pair of white goggles, the straps a Velcro-like black material; the whole of the goggles makes sure his face is as obscure as he could make it without actually wearing a mask.
ODDITIES: His light hazel eyes set him apart in the physical sense, but otherwise he looks like any other normal person.
ABILITIES: Cyril has work long and hard to become a decent actor on the stage, and he's loath to give that up - he refused to even debate fading from the spotlight when his powers started showing. After a bit of soul-searching, Cyril decided that, if he couldn't use his powers on the stage, he'd use his stage-given talents to help his powers, his notoriety...and his wallet.
His powers are the manipulation of both light and darkness. Cyril can work his powers without moving, but it's much easier to do it while using his hands and concentrating. Specifically, Cyril's figured out that he can't do anything to inanimate objects; he can affect people, and what they see, but neither light nor dark can do much to, say, trees. He isn't sure where his powers come from; a misaligned gene in his DNA, or a distant ancestor, or some freak accident. And he's not terribly curious; playing with his powers is too much fun to bother giving the 'how' much thought.
CONTROL: 7.
SIDE-AFFECTS: If he's been using his powers for a long time, steadily, his eyes will either glow or darken, depending on which 'side' he's been concentrating on. For short amounts of time, however, he hasn't noticed a change.
WEAKNESSES: His powers don't work on anything that isn't alive; he's not sure why. Cyril also has some more common weaknesses; he's afraid of heights, and terrified of horses.
TALENT IS
an accident of genes
an accident of genes
INTRODUCTION:
Cyril adjusted the goggles that sat on top of his head, for the moment. He had a pretty good view of the Titans' Tower from where he was. He'd heard people say that it was even better seen from a higher vantage point, but frankly Cyril was having a good enough time on the ground - and planned to keep it that way. The further away from heights the actor was, the happier and safer he felt. 'Safe' being a fairly relative term; it was about two in the morning, and even using his powers to blur the sight of him from anyone who got within ten feet, Chiaroscuro couldn't quite shake the feeling he was being watched...or maybe followed. "Maybe if I stopped staring at the building almost made of windows...", the super-villain remarked to himself, letting out a quiet sigh through his nose as he glanced away from the darkened Titans' Tower and back into the more lively Jump City.
The docks weren't lively - they could be generously described as bordering on 'graveyard-dead', but they were a good place to start. This would be his first 'villainous' law-breaking scheme since he'd gotten work in the coastal city, and Cyril's nerves were on edge, his heartbeat thumping just as much as it had the first time he'd stepped on-stage. No performance yet., he reminded himself, First I have to find something worthy of that. The thought rocked the still young man into motion, and he beat tracks quickly down the crumbling, over-grown sidewalk, trying to keep to the large shadows the buildings threw - even with his powers, it wasn't entirely impossible for someone to be following him, or for someone to have merely been hanging around. Running into another thief on his first 'night out' would be the worst kind of social faux paus; his debut couldn't be ruined by some two-bit thug!
Squinting at one of the less-run-down looking building about, Chiaroscuro nodded to himself, decisively. It was well-preserved enough to likely have something good inside to steal, but not so well-kept that he would be walking into some kind of high-security laser-trap. If nobody was there to fight, he'd leave a calling card, and if someone did find him, well, all the better! Word of mouth was the most reliable way to get your name known, after all. Settling his goggles onto his face properly, then flipping his hood up, Cyril pried open the door.
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: 'Thena
CONTACT INFO: PM me, e-mail me, hit me up on Skype, whatever.
FAVORITE COLOR: Light blue.
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