Il y a eu quelques coups à la porte devant un visage, un jeune homme regarde de derrière et laisse brièvement ses yeux errer autour de leurs quartiers, étant donné que l'autre homme avant ne l'a pas vraiment verrouillé quand ils sont entrés en premier lieu. La première chose qui sort de sa bouche était un petit "Bonjour"? qui a oscillé dans ce qui peut sans doute être considéré comme un ton de honte dans sa voix.
"Bonjour, madame." Il a commencé avant d'aller à l'intérieur à mi-chemin où on pouvait voir qu'il ne portait que des vêtements ordinaires, un sac à main et un autre grand sac à main qui laisse sortir un bruit métallique chaque fois qu'il le déplace. "J'ai peur d'être perdu. Mon nom est Sirius Kyros, mais d'autres m'appellent Rius pour des raisons de commodité. La porte de l'extérieur dit Libra donc... Oui. Quoi qu'il en soit, je suis désolé pour l'intrusion, mais puis-je vous demander s'il est encore trop tard pour vous inscrire? Les autres escouades étaient apparemment pleines et on m'a fait référence ici." Sa voix était douce, mais pas nécessairement étouffée et son visage tenait celle d'une innocence enfantine ainsi qu'un sourire qui serait vu sur quelqu'un qui, comme on l'appelle communément, une personne qui ne peut blesser une mouche.
En regardant autour, Sirius remarque les autres et il garde le visage honteux mais amical en essayant de prendre les caractéristiques de chaque... personne dans la pièce. Ils ont tous l'air aimables et agréables, alors il les hoche la tête alors qu'il bourdonnait un petit bonjour pour chacun d'eux sous son souffle.
Name: Sirius “Rius” Kyros
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Personality:
- Soft-spoken
- Friendly
- Accommodating
- Secretive
- Manipulative
- Uses superficial charm to get close to people
- Possessive
- Loves information
- Apathetic at heart
- Thinks before he acts
- Holds grudges but doesn’t show
- Loves observing others and learning how they tick
- Wolf in sheep’s clothing
Affinity: Demonic Knight
Appearance (Normal): Rius is 6’3 in height and has average weight for a man his size. He has raven black hair and his body type is considered as Ecto-mesomorph (also commonly known as lean and defined). The most interesting feature that he has is his eyes. He has what is medically known as complete heterochromia-iridium which leaves him with a blue right eye and a grey left eye. Anything seen from him with his clothes on would be generic scars and nothing completely notable unless he’s taken them off, which he’s almost never does in front of others so no need to elaborate further.
Appearance (Armor): He wears relatively light armor that’s mainly composed of thick leather, cloth, and bits and pieces of iron, given that they are too heavy. 
: He was born in a dainty house just outside the castle walls. His mother (Danise Evans) was a Priestess on one of Zar’s secret churches and his father (Xander Kyros) was a practitioner of holy magic. They were an odd couple, yes. But they managed to make it work. His parents show proper love and affection to him. They tried to lead him through a supposedly normal life but due to his mother’s affiliations and his love for knowledge, she ended up teaching Rius almost everything; from learning how to live and survive, till dark magic, much to his father’s disapproval. Rius basically grew up with demonic based magic and learned intimate information about light magic despite being unable to use them.
As years passed by, Rius was known as a nice man by most but there were hushed rumors about him and his… unwanted and unwarranted practices. Still, he plays his role as the nice guy well. He is usually liked by those he encounters and he was amiable and willing to help at best. Still, he silently craved for power and he knew well that staying cooped up in their nice and cozy house will never bring him that satisfaction. Not knowing where else to go, he applies to the Knights of the shaped table (a name which to his tastes are bland. Really bland) where he lands on the Newbies’ squad, widely known as the Libra squad. And that’s where our story begins.
Arsenal: A black obsidian looking sword that was passed down from his mother to him (which he simply calls out if the occasion calls for it), a couple of daggers, at least a dozen of small throwing knives, a golden ring on his left middle finger and couple of slim silver ones on his right ring finger (both of which he never takes off).
Narwhal tho.