Character PROJECT: CLAYMORE

[Cyr Vaust]

| General Information |

• Name: Cyr Vaust​
• Homeworld: Zeltros; Unknown​
• Alias: Null-02 "Claymore"​
• Faction: Freelance​
• Rank: Mercenary​
• Sexual Orientation: Asexual​
• Theme​

| Physical Information |

• Species: Humanoid; Unknown
• Age: Physically 32; Unknown
• Gender: Female
• Height: 5'10"
• Build: Toned, Mesomorphic
• Eye Color: Azure Blue
• Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
• Skin Color: Light Pink
• Force Sensitivity: Force Dead

| Skills, Abilities & Tech |

• Tech
  • Lornan Implant
  • Alacrity Implant
  • Combat System
  • Bio-Stabilizer
  • Strength System
• Abilities​
  • Artificially Enhanced Reaction Time​
  • Artificially Enhanced Strength​
  • Heightened Agility​
• Skills
  • Lightsaber Trained: Form V
  • Experienced Infiltrator
  • Sith/Jedi Hunter

| Equipment |

• Personal Lightsaber
  • Blade: Silver
• Heavy Pistol
  • RSKF-44
• Heavy Repeater
  • Modified TL-50

LOG-01
[PHASE-1 "NULL: GENESIS"]
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Cyr Vaust does not exist; an anomalous entity bearing a face not belonging to her, never able to recall her origin. Her very skin, her eyes, every strand of hair upon her head a construction of someone else's vision - an idea born from a wish to resurrect the past. A fleeting desperation dragged into existence by a mere man under the pressure of feeling alone and melancholic, begging the universe to have one more chance to say the things unsaid, to defy fate and rewrite the moments of regret and sorrow in his life. But what are these selfish, sentimental values worth when a wish is left adrift? To have one more chance to look upon the face that arrests the heart within a microcosm where the outside world doesn’t matter, only to have the memories be witnessed by time itself long after one has passed. Long after everything has died.

The only true memories Cyr harbors are those obscured by a veil of chaotic dissonance - a blinding static where the ambiguity of somehow familiar faces and voices breaks through from time to time. An unsettling discomfort creeps in like an intruder - a sadness dwells deep within her without a reason to exist. When she awoke, it was to a world of silence and concrete. Dust settled upon technology and machinery that hadn’t functioned for some time.

Stale air and bitter cold assaulted her senses, violating her lungs and skin with newfound sensations unbeknownst to her. Before her eyes was the gloomy spectacle of crumbling interior and rust - a body crumpled into a corner still dressed in tattered clothing, clutching a datapad still flickering with life, albeit damaged and stuck upon a distorted image of a face - a woman bearing features similar to Cyr herself.

For a moment, text was revealed regarding the datapad’s current file before cutting out.

“I’ll see you again one day, my beloved.”

 

[Cyr Vaust]

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