Cyrillia Whithersteel

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CASE FILE: Chimerae

Silence is argument carried out by other means. - Che Guevara
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FULL NAME:
→ Cyrillia Whithersteel

AGE:
→ 25

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Drachmas, St. Petersburg

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Drachman, Amestrian / Mantis Religiosa

GENERATION:
→ Generation V

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ November 17, 1986

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HEIGHT:
→ 174

WEIGHT:
→ 59 kg

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→Predatory elegance. The perfect description for Cyrillia Whithersteel. Her hair is a gleaming and glorious golden blonde that spills down and around her shoulders like liquid sunshine. The metallic hair gives a magnificent contrast to her bright and lively blue eyes that always seem to be scanning the area and appraising any person she sees. The bones of her face and body are sharp and pronounced, giving her an almost sharp appearance. Cyrillia's well formed pink lips are almost always held in a neutral or grimacing poise, giving her an almost unapproachable visage. The glint of hunger and predation is ever present in the crystal blue eyes that see almost too large to be natural.

Cyrillia has absolutely perfect posture. Her feet are always spaced just-so and her back is always ever so straight. At her most relaxed stance she often seems to have better posture than most people ever have. Another strange aspect about Cyrillia is that when she is threatened instead of having the usual impulse to retract and to cover her organs, she seems to have the opposite. Making herself seem larger and more open when she is threatened. Each movement that the chimera takes seems to be placed perfectly and intentionally, not to mention quickly.

Cyrillia's dress is always elegant and functional. She is often wearing a para-military uniform and has a thick olive drab overcoat with it. The uniform itself is pressed and starched stiff. Cyrillia never leaves to go anywhere without her saber at her hip and a high caliber pistol in her holster. The patches that adorn her uniform are very similar in design to the Drachman military with a few subtle difference denoting her as a member of the resistance group. However, she also has a uniform set that instead displays true Drachman rankings, so that she might infiltrate their ranks.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Old habits die hard, the same could be said for the ingrained survival instincts of animals. Cyrillia is a beautiful and terrible bled of the mind of a man with the instincts of a primal predator. Cyrillia has an unfortunate habit of being over literal and humorless. However, she is not without a sense of humor, her's just happens to be on the strangest of fringes. Cyrillia's dark sense of humor is often remarked on heavily by those she meets. the woman who doesn't laugh or even smile most of the time but cackles like mad when she hears a story about some tragedy. This can make Cyrillia somewhat unlikable by some of her peers. Then again she also happens to be a highly effective and analytical leader. Able to make well informed split second decisions or take her time a create highly valuable plans. Cyrillia tends to put her emotions behind her in all things and try to remain in a rational state of mind. This is nearly impossible to do once battle begins however. While she is calm, cold, and calculating most of the time once her weapon is drawn she becomes more of a monster really, gnashing her teeth and screaming at her foes.

Being a designer lifeform has given Cyrillia some interesting mental powers, the most notable of which is her hyper-reaction speed. Her mantis infused nerves giver her just the right amount of an edge in both combat and interaction. She perceives the world at a slightly faster rate than normal humans and thus can react to stimuli very quickly. This also gives her a somewhat impatient demeanor like someone listening to a very slow speaking person. For this reason she also speaks slower than normal. In her mind she is trying to compensate for the perception lag between the two species, however she over estimates it. Though, in times of stress, be it positive or negative, she speaks quickly and moves faster than normal, forgetting her compensation.

Despite the difference in the mental and physical ability of chimera and humans she doesn't look down on her human comrades. Instead she esteems them highly. She understands that they must face advanced life forms on a regular basis and make up for their lack in advanced DNA with resourcefulness. She also respects alchemy highly, the art that created her. Cyrillia is an amazing listener, despite looking like she is expecting you to be talking faster, she will listen to what anyone has to say before responding and rarely makes enemies that she doesn't intend to make.

Possibly the biggest issue that Cyrillia faces in her mind is her inability to distinguish the chemical feelings of aggression and sexual arousal. Attributed to her mantis side being concerned with child's survival and nourishment Cyrillia finds herself in situations where the two emotions feel utterly the same. This can leave her very confused or acting highly inappropriate. Obviously this makes her a strange foe to face in battle and makes her nearly impossible to have an intimate relationship with. this one of the main reasons why Cyrillia tries to keep her emotions out of her mind as much as possible. When she was younger this disability caused serious problems, she's resolved to limit her outbursts.



LOVE:
→ Logic Puzzles
Math
Mantis
Victory
Dark Humor
Curvy Women
Men With Broad Shoulders
Nicely Pressed Uniforms
Surprising people
Killing Oppressors
Bloody Meat
Strategy
Shaved ice
Hand Rolled Cigars
Esparia
Tradition

HATE:
→ Losing Control of Emotions
Being Out-thought
Seeing People in Happy Relationships
Being Corrected
"Funny People"
Those Who Look Down on Others
Braggarts
Tyrants
Girly-girls
Girly-Men
Whining
The Uneducated
Hard Drugs and Users

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Cyrillia would really want to just be a normal girl. Being what she is makes her feel disconnected from her comrades as well as presets a great many biological issues.

IDOL:
→ Che Guevara

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HISTORY:
→Every man needs a legacy and something he can give to the world. For many men this the simple act of having a child and passing on his genes and parenting. This happens for good or ill, for every monstrous man had a father and mother. This was a simple pleasure that alluded me on a completely genetic level. It was my fate that made me a solitary creature. From birth I was doomed to never pass my genes on to another generation. Never, it seemed, would I get to experience the joys of parenthood. To this day my sterility haunts me. though I am married and truly in love I can do nothing to pass on my love to a child. It is this fact that has led me to this new research project. I have a friend in the military, Gary, he is part of a project that has to be kept out of the light of day. This news troubled me, but, when I discovered what the nature of the research was I could not let it pass through my fingers. The chance to have a child of my own, no, more than a child, a legacy!

Week 1, July 17th,
Once I was pulled into the Drachman military loop I found myself living a very new life. Who would have thought that there was so much science and alchemy hidden under this military's veil? The point is, I was an alchemist in the employ of a powerful scientist who was focused on chimerae, also something I had dabbled in during my youth. This man makes me look like a novice though. He can turn the pieces of donated flesh and make them into something...more. We have been charaged with looking to the previous generations of chimerae and locating thissue with them. The research is slow going so far, but I have just started, I am resolved to go through any trial to get my legacy, any trial.

Month 7, February 6th,
Our first real breakthrough! We located an old text refering to what appeared to be the fifth generation of a chimera. The case file is most promising. Not only does it include the studies of the subject at birth and creation but also the chimera's interactions as he grew. It's fascinating. I must admit, our looking into human transmutation is somewhat troubling but it's not like we creating life from nothing or trying to bring back the dead. We only want to make a being that can be beyond that of a mere man. Not only that but we are making my child! I got the request approved today. They intend to use my DNA in the experiment! Never before have I felt so much joy and excitement. I have walked to world for nearly sixty years with no heir and now I have the chance! I lobbied for them to also use my wife's DNA but they told me they already had someone else in mind, also, they said not to push my luck. In my future I see a great legacy, ot only will my child be by my side but my heir will serve the country I love so! there can not be a happier man than I, not now.

Year 1, January 26th
I haven't made an entry here in far too long. I realized today that i missed the endless rat-tat-tat of the typewriter as I plunk out my thoughts across the pages, turning white to speckled. The main reason for my inability to continue my journals is my intense work. I have been slaving in a laboratory with my lead scientist trying to create a viable subject. So far we have only made mutants and horrid things that I must say make me slightly ashamed to have created. However, with each day that passes we get closer and closer to recreating the experiment we found in the detailed case file we had discovered. Soon I feel we will have what we have worked so hard for, my child. No other father can say he has had such a hand in the birth of his heir. Most just do the deed and then become an observer. Not I though, no, I am both the mother and father of my child. I will bring it into this world with my own two hands and I will raise it with those same hands. I have come to far to let my resolve waver now. I will have my child!

Year 1, November 17,
This is the most magnificent day of my life! Not even two rooms away from sits the heir to all that is mine. She is a half Drachman and half Amestrian babe with the integrated DNA of a Mantis Religiosa! She is a being of perfection to say the least. She was born with a slight green hue to her skin that only served to make her amazing blue eyes look more like sapphires. Her hair is a thin and marvelous gold. She is all I could have ever asked for! She sits in the incubation chamber down the hall and now here I sit, typing away at this machine trying with all my heart not to leap up and rush into the other room. I long to hold my daughter in my arms. It is my only wish to scoop her up and smother her with kisses. I can barely contain myself! Though, as a scientist, I know I can not do this. I must retain my professional composure for now, despite how difficult that is, because of her fragile immune system. Her mother, whom I have still not met, named her Cyrillia, after her grandmother, a beautiful and fitting name. they promise me that she will carry my last name though, Whithersteel.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age: 7 months,
My daughter is amazing! Beyond what any of us could have imagined. Not only is she amazingly strong and well coordinated but also very adaptive and smart. She reminds me of a young me, at least I think, so curious and happy. The lab has become her home, a steel floor covered by a carpet and numerous play rooms have been set up with mirrored observation windows to observe her. I am lucky enough to not have to ever stand behind one those things. i get to play with my daughter any time I wish. We have a tight schedule though, there is much we need to teach her and the faster and better she learns it only makes me more proud. The green coloring has faded from her skin almost completely, a good sign. She really shows no outward signs of her mixed heritage at all. Aside from her quick reflexes and surprising strength she is just like any other little girl her age.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age 3,
I fear I may be running out of adjectives to describe Cyrillia without being redundant. The best part of the experiment is coming up though. I am to take her back to my home in Moscow and raise her as my own. The military has a special set of lessons for me to teach her and they intend to keep tabs on us. All this is fine with me. I don't care if the military thinks she is just a damned weapon to exploit. She won't be turned into a monster on my watch. I will teach right from wrong and that entails. She will learn to respect authority but not become a slave to it. She will know her place in the world and be expected to always respect the natural order of things. Not to mention I intend to be a strict academic, like my father, she will excel at her studies. She will be in a great place with me and my wife. She will call us mom and dad and I will be so happy, no, we will be so happy. Nothing can take her from me now. i have conquered my disability and I will be known now. The man who made life and did not think he was a god. I had no desire to play god, only to play that of a father. I will not squander this chance to do the right thing.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age: 6,
Cyrillia grows more and more as the years go by. Even now I remember the tiny green skinned baby that was sitting the incubator in that horrid underground lab in St. Petersberg. She also remembers it. In fact, her retention is rather astonishing. I once, for fun, asked her what was the first thing she remembered and she remarked to me, "Dad, I remember a scary blue light that hovered by my eye. And some people making noise." I was blown away. The first time we had seen her open her eyes we had used a blue low frequency light to look into her eyes and mark their responses. I do not know if she remembers this because she is young or because she is truly advanced but the part of me that is her father says the later. Cyrillia also is performing like a master her scholastic arts. She is actually first in her class currently and has some how managed to not become ridiculed for this. I am very thankful for this fact, I do not know how she will handle social rejection. Three days ago, during one of her fits, she manged to put her fist through her bedroom door with a single punch. I wasn't concerned with the damaged door though. I only wish that she would never succubi to such an outburst towards another human being. Not only that but I don't intend to tell the military of this. I think learning something like that might prompt them to re-neg on their original agreement and try to ship her off to some school for little soldiers, I won't have it. Cyrillia deserves to be treated like any other girl her age! She doesn't need weapons training and soldiery, she needs play and to learn. Valor that is unhampered by the mind is raw and truly useless in the grand scheme of things. I will not let my daughter be some pawn in a senseless conflict.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age: 9,
The years seem to fly by with immeasurable progress. Cyrillia is everything I have ever wanted. She excels at anything she sets her mind to and since my last entry has made considerable progress in mastering her outbursts. She has began to see her emotions as wild animals. She seems to think that they are something to keep in check and to lock up. I did not mean for her to feel this way. I only wanted to give her the tools to control her emotions and not let them rule her. Then again she did hurt me a few weeks ago. I denied her the chance to go over to a friend's home, mainly because I didn't know these people and if anything happened to my dear girl I don't know what I would do, and she was very upset by this. She threw a bit of a temper tantrum and when I tried to comfort her she lashed out at me. Needless to say, I am an old man she is strong beyond her years. She nearly broke my arm before she realized what was going on. She fled from me and I could do little to comfort her. She is now convinced that her emotions are bad and she needs to totally control them. Who would have thought that being a father would be so difficult? Unfortunately she has resolved herself to "Master" her emotions. This is something I do not think is truly possible but she will not listen to reason it seems.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age: 13,
I was warned about this time of a child's life. I had been told time and time again that these years would be the hardest for raising a little girl. I fear these people do not truly grasp the situations I endure. Cyrillia had managed to curb her emotions rather successfully. that was until she underwent the change into womanhood. There was never a time when I feared for my life so much. When the change took I hid away in the basement as my beautiful daughter literally lost control of herself. I'm not sure why what had set her off either. She came home from her school and had an utterly vicious look in her eyes. As usual I engaged her in conversation. I asked her about her day and if anything happened to her. It was during this conversation that I began to noticing some disturbing signals. It seemed as though Cyrillia had experienced a rough day and she was on the verge of tears and more over, violence. I tried to tell her that violence wasn't the answer and she responded poorly. She said something like, "You don't know anything old man!" then she lost control. With speed I had never seen her exhibit she thrashed me across the face a few times and then turned her anger on the whole house. I managed to get into the panic room and escape any more injury. After nearly and hour of pure rage she suddenly stopped. I found her sitting in her room holding a small doll, one I had given her in her early years, and was crying. The house had been wrecked but I was more concerned with my Cyrillia. Asked her what was the matter. "I don't feel like any of the other kids father. I move, act, and think differently." she said to me. I was crushed. I only wanted her to be a normal girl. Not to feel this disconnection! It was then that I broke down. I could keep no more secrets from her. I told her everything. That she had been born of science, that the men who asked her questions once a week were from the military, that she really was different. Perhaps the most strange thing was her reaction to all this. She seemed relieved. Almost like she already knew she was different and now I had confirmed it. After that she apologized to me and helped me clean up the house. I now wonder if telling her the whole truth was a good idea. I can not know what this will change in the eyes of her observers, the military. I made her promise not to tell anyone else, lest they try to harm her, and especially not the military. they can not know that she is aware of what she is. If they knew they might take her from me.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age 15
It is the day before Cyrillia's sixteenth birthday and I have made considerable progress in helping her cope with her rampant emotional outbursts. it seems as though the young girl had the right of it when she was a child. Her emotions were dangerous. In a normal girl she might have become depressed or angry at how unfair this life is. Instead my dear girl becomes overwrought or even psychotically maddened by things that might seem minor. We were forced to relocate last year because she was unfortunately expelled from her school due to a fight she had gotten into. The oddest circuitousness surrounded that fight. I remember asking her why she attacked that boy, she told me,"Because he asked me to go a winter dance." she seemed confused her by her own answer. To her it seemed like the right thing to do at the time but she didn't understand why. I think I have an insight into this sad circumstance. She has some of the characteristics of the mantis that was her birth companion. I fear that her mind may have some connections to that creature. When the mantis is ready to mate the female's become highly aggressive, often killing the male long before he has a chance to mate with her. More so, the female mantis kills it's mate after they do conceive. The implications within this issue are grave. I have began work o a special regiment of meditation and excessive to help my little princess deal with her confusing emotions. This includes yoga, which she is amazing at due to her double-jointedness, saber fencing, marksmanship, selected reading, and some thinking games like chess and Go. I will not sit back and let my daughter become the puppet of the military. I will teach her to control herself and to be a member of this society! I am resolved. If an old man can learn to be a father than a young girl can learn to control her animal nature.

Cyrillia Whithersteel: Age: 18,
My part of this experiment is drawing to a close. I have spent the last part of my life breathing what I could into this child's lungs, no, now she is a woman. I have done all I could for her and it shows in her every step. She holds herself like a true lady and acts like a scholar. She has taken well to me methods to cope with her emotions and has become adept at controlling herself. I could not be more proud of my Cyrillia! She will be leaving my care for some time now. The military is finally making their move. They are recruiting her directly into service. This isn't a surprise, nor is it unwelcome. The military will add to my daughter's discipline and teach her to channel her fury and lust into something that protects others. I am so proud I can not give it words. Not these last few months I have been speaking to my daughter as an equal now. Not only that but I have been creating a special saber for her. Our ancestors were powerful saber wielding horseman, she should know. I will forge this blade with my alchemy, it will be great. I will make this weapon unbreakable and sharp as ever, like my love for her. I will be sad to have her leave my home, but, she will always have a place in my heart and home.

Cyrillia pulled her hand up to her crystal blue eyes as he looked over the dusty journal of the dead man sitting in the chair across from her. She dropped the book like a poisonous vermin and clasped her face with both hands. Emotions be damned, her father was dead. Killed by his own hand. He knew that the new regime was looking for her and her creator. He had fled from them for nearly a year before now. He been such a strong man. Cyrillia dropped her hands down to her sides and looked out her father's great bay window at the snowy streets of St. Petersberg. In the distance she could see the small RIOTE task force moving up towards the estate grounds. She had been out of the military's training ground for nearly two years before she realized the corruption in her government. She had fled to Esparia then, making herself a criminal. She had hoped the hawks in the Drachman government would ignore her poor old father, they hadn't. He had ran from them for a while before he returned to his old home in St. Petersberg, the place she had grown up in. Now she stood in his office, the stench of his corpse beginning to rise in the room and the RIOTE soldiers in the courtyard. Cyrillia reached forward and grabbed the leather bound journal of her father with her pale thin fingers. Her grip was like steel, her eyes were glistening ice. She would never forgive these tyrants. Those who had pushed her father to his own suicide. No, their deaths would not be so painless. She had heard rumors of an organization that intended to overthrown the current regime. She would find them. She would lend all of her fury to them without regret. She would tear the throats from all of these tyrants. First, she would make these little ants suffer. Her hand slid to the wrapped handle of her father's saber that was at her hip. The steel of the blade simmered like glass in the moonlight of this room. Soon it would be red with blood, the blood of the soldiers that were now in the living room of her old house. They would beg for mercy. She would not hear them.

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TRIVIA:
→ Has a knack for languages
Is Bi-sexual
Really enjoys snow cones
Doesn't Like make-up
Plays lots of Sudoku
Enjoys political books
Is an avid reader
Is a romantic deep deep down
Is allergic to nuts
→ Speaks: Drachman Esparian Amestrian Cretan Xingese

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ALIAS:
→ Skylar Greden

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Cyrillia Whithersteel Skylar Greden

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ EEEEEEEEETSSSSSS~~ ALLLLIIIII~VVVE!!!!!

FACE CLAIM:

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[b]Hellsing[/b]/[i]Sir Integra Hellsing[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Ravenous Revolutionary

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