The Ayers Twins ~Part 1: Cyra~

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EXPERIMENT FILE:
Cyra Ayers

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BASIC NOTES:

NAME: Cyra Ayers
AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: Human(experimented)
SEXUALITY: Straight
INFECTED? Yes, minor exposure.
ORIGINS: Raleston
PARENTAGE:
MOTHER: Phoebe Ayers ::: Human ::: Lithista ::: 41 ::: Scientist ::: Alive
FATHER: Roivey Ayers ::: Human ::: Raleston ::: 43 ::: Scientist ::: Deceased
SCIENTIST: Phoebe(I'll most likely make her bio soon... so... ya.... >.>) and Roivey Ayers

APPEARANCE:

HEIGHT: 5' 6"
WEIGHT: 112 lbs.
EYE COLOUR: Luminescent, light blue
HAIR/FUR COLOUR: Black, shimmers blue
LENGTH: Any hair other than that normal to a human is roughly an inch long, give or take a few centimeters.
SKIN TONE: Alabaster
MODIFICATIONS:
Her scientist parents embedded genes from that of a baby lynx to Cyra when she was at the tender age of seven. Cyra's parents used the genetic coding of a lynx kitten - one that was, when comparing human life span to that of a lynx's, 'as old as' her; so as to apply the underdeveloped information to Cyra's own growing counterparts. Multiple stands of the animal DNA were fused with her own, successfully merging the feline instincts with her own human ones. No other type of genetics was bestowed upon Cyra, leaving her with perfectly joined lynx/human DNA. Because lynxes age faster than humans, Cyra’s feline features grew at a fast pace, but began to slow when became an adolescent.

FULL DESCRIPTION:
In spite of her manipulated DNA, which ultimately altered her day-to-day life as is, Cyra was always perceived as ‘pretty’ to many she knew, as long as they were willing to look past her feline suggested limbs. She bears a petite frame and slim physical attributes, accentuated by her usual fitted attire. Cyra has playful curves that are appealing to the eye. From the tips of her fingers to her elbow a soft, shiny coat of sable fur grows—likewise for her legs, although starting from her toes and ceasing just above her knee. Her face is attractively narrow, and combined with her slitted, bright blue eyes, her appearance insinuates cat-like. Her shimmering, layered black hair reaches her shoulder blades. Parted on her right side, her fringe curves from just above her eyebrow to merge with her top layer. Poking out where human ears would reside, are equally raven-colored lynx ears. In addition to her feline features, Cyra’s incisors are elongated and sharpened; her nails are naturally long and claw-like; a foot-long slightly fluffy tail.

PERSONALITY:

LIKES:

• Having her twin, Marana, around her
  
• Catnip~
  
• Tuna and variety of other fish
  
• She prefers to have only close friends by, or not too many acquaintances
  
• Lounging in a cool, controlled environment
  
• She prefers and enjoys taking the extra time to improve her look, whether it be her hair, clothes, or even how her ears lay
  

DISLIKES:

• Her parents
  
• Loud, distracting places(such as a bustling restaurant, crowded hall/elevator, etc.)
  
• Swarmed in or surrounded by many people(claustrophobic)
  
• Needles
  
• Practically any scientist, she never really had a fondness for them
  

STRENGTHS:

• Enhanced senses, due to her feline genetic coding
  
• She is an excellent fighter
  
• An okay person to have around, as long as she is not in her ‘Myst’ state
  
• Often desides to view things with a positive persepective—since pretty much everything negative in her life she does not remember much of
  

WEAKNESSES:

• She can be angered somewhat quickly
  
• She experiences occasional loss of self-control or abrupt insanity, such is because of her Myst exposure
  
• Great at fighting she may be, but she does not know when to quit, resulting in further mutilation of her opponent—or herself
  
• Whenever Marana is not with her, fright of being completely alone might cause her to corrupt into brief, or longer, insanity
  
• The Myst effectively caused her mind to become unbalanced; any strong emotion or dramatic event can trigger her lunacy
  

FEARS:
Cyra longs to live with her twin forever, since she believes she can only be whole again within her presence. She fears for Marana’s life, which she so compassionately puts on the line to protect Cyra and keep her from harming herself further. Although she disguises it with an empassioned hatred, she is afraid of her mother, and what other ‘improvements’ she might embed into her.

AMBITIONS:
She wishes to find a way to reverse her and Marana’s genetic coding, to make themselves entirely human again—even though she is constantly told it is a fruitless cause.

FULL PERSONALITY:
Cyra is relatively nice to people, which is a trivial concept because of her initial distant, recluse aura. She can be stubborn from time to time, as well as rather picky. She can be kind, as well, but could never be able to pull off the exceedingly giving nature of her twin. Because of her cat-like attitude, she can tolerate some things by simply ignoring them—very much alike a feline—and moving on. But some things bother her to a point that forgetting about them is just not enough.

HISTORY:

NAME: Cyra Athena Ayers
PARENTS: Phoebe and Roivey Ayers
SIBLINGS: Marana Ayers

KNOWN HISTORY:
From that of a newborn infant to their childhood years of seven, Marana and Cyra led typical lives like any other girls in Raleston: boring. They never knew their parents were scientists, but their natural childish curiosity always wanted to know where Mummy and Daddy had gone in the mornings before breakfast. And whenever they saw them again, they always seemed stressed. Why? Was the question that ran through the twins' minds

But on that fateful day when her parents implanted lynx genetics into her, her whole life changed. Immediately afterwards, the changes were apparent, although grew more so as she aged.

A week before their eighth birthday, Cyra and Marana were ecstatic, as they always were when they thought of sharing another birthday together. One morning they had woken up earlier than usual. Ready to bounce off the walls, they happily sprinted to the kitchen, looking for their parents, who were just entering through the back door located in the kitchen. The twins’ faces elated even more—if such was possible—when they saw what was in their mother and father’s arms: a lynx cub, held by their mother, and a wolf pup, by their father. Cyra and Marana ran to the animals to pet and love on them, instantly forming a fondness for the baby lynx and wolf. The girls begged and pleaded to keep them. And, in a tone that did not seem right, Father responded:

“Something like that.”

But Cyra disregarded her father’s manner of voice and the way he said it with a fleeting glance to her mother, being too happy about finally having a pet to be bewildered and troubled by such unimportant information. Mummy and Daddy soon left with the cub and pup and disappeared again. Cyra and Marana were downhearted. They had wanted play with their pets more.

That night Cyra and her twin sister were beckoned by their parents, into the place that they always lingered in—the ‘Secret Room,’ the sisters always referred it as. The room was crude and large machinery covered every wall. Lights flashed in various patterns and colors on all the massive equipment. They had expected much, much more since Mummy and Daddy were always in there.

A small poke, they said. It was more than that. From the miniscule ‘poke’ the needle gave, a burning sensation coursed through her arm and eventually throughout her body. Numbness. That was what she felt after a minute or so of the throbbing below her skin, an itch that she could not scratch, no matter how hard she tried, it seemed. She was in immense pain, but it seemed like nothing at all. Dazed and in a trance, Cyra soon fainted from the internal beating her body was coping with…

When she woke up, she was in her room again. But… how? The last she remembered was running down the hallway to greet her parents… Then, the memories came flooding in.

…the needle that might as well have been a bite from a beast…

…the never ceasing burning…

…the numbness—the chillingly silent numbness that made her feel like she was drowning…

…seeing the light fade the deeper she sunk…

…never could she reach the surface…

Then, a new visual had appeared in her mind’s eye.

…a silhouetted form plunging into the water, reaching for her…

Immediately Cyra knew that it was not a memory—no one had come to save her that day. Her eyes flickered open and she saw her room around her now and not the dreaded, slow fall into the abyss. Someone was screaming. A moment later she noticed that it was her voice. Small arms were hugging her, Cyra turned to see Marana beside her, trying to comfort her. Tears streaked Cyra’s face, and she saw Marana’s did, too. Her scream died out and she collapsed in her sister’s arms, trembling. The discovery of her morphing arms and legs—and the later detection of her cat ears—did little to aid her unsteady state.

Over the years, the twins refused to part from one another and downright denied any time alone with their parents, for fear of what they would do to them next.

At the age of 10, her father was slain by one of his malfunctioned experiements after adding the DNA extract from a long-extinct sabor-tooth tiger femur. The human exisistance that somehow still resided within the beast had been, basically, tossed out from the body, leaving only pure prehistoric animal survival instincts to run amuck. Because of the event the remaining Ayers moved to Mummy's birthhome: Lithista. Since their move, Mummy had hired private tutors to teach Cyra and Marana, since—having been experiemented on—school was out of the question. This duration lasted until they reached seventeen. They seldomly ever went out in public, having been forbidden to do so. The expanse was a silent one.

Now, Cyra freely roams about the streets of Lithista—alongside Marana, of course. Mother allows Cyra and her twin to do as they please, but still expects them to obey her without hesitation.

FULL HISTORY:

During Cyra's faint from the shock of the crude, illy-tested sedative, her parents operated on her and Marana, implanting the genes of an equally blacked-out lynx cub and wolf pup with theirs. The twins were down and out for recovering for about two weeks. They missed their eighth birthday.

Cyra's memory was in pristine condition until few weeks before her end of tutoring, Cyra snuck out and ventured aimlessly until she found the Myst. The ominous fog that she had heard so much about. A tempting force from no apparent origin told her to enter the Myst, it told her that her life would be better there. She was immediately charmed by the unknown being and began to step forward into the Myst. It was cool to the touch and felt soothing against her flesh. She halted her advance when an all too familiar female voice shouted her name, in a tone that pleaded her to stop what she was doing.

Crya instantaneously ran from the Myst and to her sister, her form was a wreck of trembles and shaking. She looked up into her twins eyes—ones that would be mirror images if not for Marana's tears of fear and Cyra's widened eyes from the shock the Myst caused her—and said to her in a distant tone that soon was infected with a burning passion and declined again into a whole-hearted plea:

"I didn't want to leave... I didn't want to leave! Mara, take me back, please! It's so much better there! And I... Mara, please... kill me..."

Marana had set aside her sister's begging and helped walk her back home, where, after laying on her bed for barely ten seconds, Cyra fell into a deep slumber and woke the next day, revitalized, and remembering nothing that happened the night before.

PUPPET MASTER:

NAME: Airu
AGE: 14
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: Year and a half... i think...
CHARACTERS: None... at least not yet ^w^

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ACCEPTED !
Aha, very good! It's wonderful to see the Myst being played around with :)

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