Post by CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN on Jul 13, 2013 21:50:57 GMT -5
Full name: Cyril Cyrano and Lyric Lynus Sullivan
Nickname: There aren't any yet.
DOB/Age: Both were born on March the 22nd, 1999. They are currently 14 years old.
Gender: They are both male.
Oddity: Cyril and Lyric are considered mutant, though on a level not quite as paranormal as most of the mutants here are. Their mutation is the result of an error in their genetical code, as they are identical twins that have failed to separate before their development. In short, these two are conjoined twins, though the technicality doesn't stop there.
Lyric, since he is fully dependent on Cyril for leg movement and possesses no lower region, is considered a parasitic twin. Fortunately, a rarity in the mutation has allowed Lyric to be otherwise fully functional with a superb upper body, allowing him to live somewhat normally. It is impossible for the two to be separated, so it is a miracle that they are fairly healthy.
Appearance: When developed, the two were born split down the middle. Cyril's hip on his right side is where Lyric's torso ends. He splits off in a Y-shaped fashion and must hold onto Cyril in order to stay upright. The last feature that deals with their oddity is the gait in which they stand. Cyril has to stand in a wider gait than most people in order to support himself and his brother. Due to this and their oddly developed muscles the boy noticeably limps when walking, though he does make for a decent runner.
Besides the noticeable features that may turn others away, the twins are arguably decent looking. Since they are identical and on the same body, they do share a plethora of traits. They both have fair skin, a slight amount of peppered freckles on their faces, fog-grey eyes, and coffee-brown hair. Both of the twins are rather lean in their build, though Cyril is slightly more muscular. Due to their similarities the boys have made themselves different in means of their hairstyle. Whereas Lyric's hair is sleek and calm, Cyril has a spiky hairstyle that varies in length in certain areas and is constantly maintained by him.
Attire: Since the two have to share what lies waist down, pants and shoes are often kept very neutral for their style. Typically, they wear black cargo shorts or jeans and grey Vans. As for their tops, Cyril pretty much wears a graphic T-shirt and hoodie any day of the year. Lyric primarily wears Polos and button-ups, though occasionally wears a T-shirt as well. The two also carry around a messenger bag; filled with snacks, various tools such as a slingshot, and painkillers for Lyric... Not much is talked about this, however.
Detailed personality:
Cyril, to put it bluntly, is.... Well, blunt. He's outstanding at giving a vibe that he just doesn't care about anything. He tells people how things are or the bleak future without having much of a concern about it. In this sense, he's a bit rude. Granted, he doesn't bully anybody with his beliefs, unless of course they brew some trouble. This also leads to another issue with him: he is quick to fight and anger. He's got some nasty fighting words on him and certainly knows how to cut deep. Not only can the boy talk the big talk with his taunts but he can swear pretty well too. He's a think it before doing kind of guy, which is to say that he is pretty reckless. He pushes his already screwed up body through a lot more than it should, which leads both his brother and him into a lot of physical trouble. He gets fed up with his limitations rather quickly and gets bent something awful if he is told he physically cannot do something, though he tries his best to ignore the criticisms of others. In saying this, Cyril is substantially optimistic about his physical condition. He feels as if anybody can overcome any obstacle if they truly try, which is one of many decent features about him.
Cyril is full of vigor. As explained it can work against him, but his behavior can assist him as well. His pride in his competition is not always spiteful. He is a good sport for the most part and is supportive of others who show some weakness through lack of confidence. Being as he is more or less a Jack-of-All-Trades he is also pretty handy and well prepared for many scenarios. A little trickle of playfulness does deep through his tough guy exterior on occasion as well as a severely tender side. Cyril usually puts his brother before him in any scenario. The two are mutual on the subject that they are past the urge to bicker with one another. Granted, they jokingly banter each other on occasion, but they no longer fight. There is a strong bond between them. They know that when all of the world has shut them out, there would always be one person to look out for them- and that was each other's joined sibling.
Like many twins are, Lyric is near the opposite of his brother. He keeps his opinions to himself and knows when to shut up. He does not possess as much energy as Cyril does and enjoys a silent morning much more than a boisterous uproar. He isn't quite fond of Cyril's willingness to go into harms way, due to the fact that if Cyril goes down he is going to go down with him. He does not like sudden surprises and is very jumpy, though this isn't to say that he's timid. He just prefers to take in life as it is rather than live it to the fullest. Lyric tries his best to see the beauty in everything. His patience is eons longer than his brother's as well as his temper. He also does not mind much of what he is. He hates the word parasite and desires to be as little of an inconvenience to Cyril as possible, but even then these word's powers are gradually fading away. Lyric accepts the fact that he does not have much time on this planet and is crippled severely. His constant sweet smile and cheery disposition do a decent job at concealing the agony that he lives through on a daily bases and the addiction he faces through painkillers.
Abilities:Cyril, as stated, is a decent runner. As a child he was quite fond of sports which has helped to shape him into the amateur athlete he is today. Being as he is a dabbler in everything, he knows how to play a variety and is adequate at most of the ones he plays. This list includes baseball, (his brother usually wears protective gear and stays out of the way) soccer, volleyball, ice hockey, basketball, and more. Cyril also possesses an odd talent in ingenuity. He knows the most peculiar and seemingly minuscule talents and perform them in the most convenient of times. Need a door lock picked? He can do that. Need a basic shoulder massage? Don't ask him why, but he can do that. Need to make chain mail out of soda can tabs? You've got yourself the right guy. Not to mention he can make a mean didgeridoo out of a PVC-pipe...
Lyric's talent is actually quite easy to figure out: he's a fantastic musician. Since he could not do as much as Cyril could as a child, he has entertained himself with his own voice as well as numerous instruments. His mellow voice often accompanies his lyre, bongos and violin. He can also beatbox a bit, while his brother can throw out an acceptable freestyle rap.
Birthplace: Concord, New Hampshire
History: Once upon a time, in a magical suburb in Concord, New Hampshire, there was a extremist religious woman and her 'secret lover'. You see, this woman, who's name has been blocked purposely from the twins' memory, had a sinful little affair behind her husband's back. The woman wanted so much more from her marriage but because of her belief in god she couldn't seek pleasure without opting for children. Rather than explain her predicament to her equally as conservative husband, she went against everything she believed in to take a chance. Little did she know that her chance would lead her to her most blown-out-of-proportion nightmare.
After a few successful months the woman's secret became all the more sinful when she found out she was having a baby. As she didn't believe in abortion, she had to find a way to tell her husband. Of course, instead of coming clean, the woman spiraled even further down her web of lies and deceit when she set it up to seem that it was both her and her husbands doing. Even with that scare the woman did not cease her doings. Nine months later, she paid the ultimate price. Not being one to believe in sonographs either, her child came to a complete surprise to her... In her mind, it was a complete horror as well.
As soon as her twins were born she screamed for her lord to forgive her. She could only see her spawn as a repayment for her sins, not as a scientific abnormality. She was too disgusted, too terrified to even give them proper names. Hell she didn't even want to think that they came out of her. While her husband forced his best to see god's gift through his children, the woman herself started the slow ascension into insanity. The twins, not even recognized as human beings their first few years of life, were heavily neglected by their parents. While the father was too busy with work and his duty at the church, the stay-at-home mother was obsessed with her hatred towards her 'punishment'. She wanted nothing to do with her own children as she was too focused on how imperfect they were. God, that thing screams like the devil himself, she would think after 'forgetting' to feed them for a few days or so. Time flew four or so years in this manner. The father was the only one who seemed somewhat not appalled at his children as he came home once every few days to make sure they were still breathing. The mother, on the other hand, couldn't take it any more. Each day had brought a new wave of regret and abhorrence towards herself and her offspring to ultimate cumulate into a tsunami of hysteria. The woman couldn't have these children in her house any more. She wasn't going to let them die, no. That would just upset her father even more. She wasn't going to ship them off to the orphanage to make her burden someone else's. After all, who would love such a monstrosity as them? No... She just needed to abandon them upright. Yes... Out of sight, out of mind. She hatched a brilliant plan to dispose of her curse and hopefully start anew... Simply by just dropping them off in the middle of a shady road in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Yeah, her genius certainly shined through with that act of virtue. Oh, don't worry. The cops caught up with her soon enough, but what about the twins?
Well, after teetering in the bushes along the road helplessly for about two hours, a silver convertible pulled to the side as the driver could have sworn that there was an unnatural disturbance in the bushes. The driver had quickly snatched a flashlight from her glove department and set out to investigate, only to find the little disturbance to be a lot more than she expected. There were two boy's heads in the bush... But only one body. The driver, a woman, asked if the boys had a home. The boys were in tears as they tried to muster words but couldn't as they only picked up the occasional screams their former mother had spewed out. The children had shied away from her touch and offers, trembling from their neglect and abuse. The woman's warm voice and good intentions soon enough had won them over just enough for them to go with her. After reporting them to the police where the former mother had been arrested soon after, the question arose as to what to do with the deformed children. The woman who rescued the children couldn't bear to see them taken to an orphanage. So, after a ton of paperwork and legal battles, the woman adopted the boys and gave them proper names- Cyril and Lyric.
The boys warmed up to their new mother rather quickly. Who else did they have to depend on? This woman, Naomi Joy Sullivan, saw these two as perfect. She treated them like her sons, giving them the childhood and support they deserved. Cyril learned to push his body past its limitations, often showing off those bullies who thought he couldn't do anything. Lyric, despite his complications, took after his adoptive mother's passion for music. As each year passed in this woman's city house, the boys remembered less and less of the uselessness they were taught by their former 'caretaker'. Nine years flew in what seemed like seconds, the easy flow of time doomed to be cut off in short tragedy. When Lyric and Cyril were eleven, their mother had begun to face some financial difficulties due to her business shutting down. Life became increasingly expensive for the family and they soon nearly faced foreclosure. Naomi, unfortunately, turned to an unsavory source of income, that, well... Lyric and Cyril don't like to speak about. While the boys had unknowingly yet joyfully found that their mother was getting money again, the two's once more stable life retuned. Their mother's sweet facade could only hold up for so long, and a year later, she was busted for her activity. Long story short, she was sent to prison. She begged for her children, but they were sent off to a foster family as she was deemed unfit for taking care of them.
This didn't exactly fly with Cyril.
His mind, now bent out of rage, couldn't take the abandonment any longer. A few days within their arrival he hatched the idea to run away. From what, to where, he didn't know. All he knew was that the two had to leave, and that there was no way they could feel a parent's love again. So they did. The two ran away with no survival skills and no way to supply themselves. They still managed to get by, however... Just barely. For three years the boys managed to stay alive. They hopped from abandoned building to alleyway, dodging the public's attention for as long as possible. The two didn't care that their health was declining. All they knew was that they were free from the pain of others and didn't have to worry about losing anybody.
One summer's night, after hopping a few trains, the boys ended up in the middle of nowhere and with illness. They were hungry, tired, hot and in desperate need of a shower. As the darkness overcame the boys and as they were tempted to pass out in the middle of a field, bright light illuminating off of a small town caught their attention. The walk was only a mile and a half or so away, so thy immediately began to hoof it. Before they could make it to the bright lights, however, voices were heard.
"Hey, do you hear that?"
"Sh! There might be others out there!"
"Is it the government..?"
"Shut up! We're on a mission, remember?"
It turned out that the voices were people patrolling a border of some sort, stealthily searching to see if anyone was out there to see the grand circus depart. The boys had failed miserably at hiding and were ultimately caught. Lucky for them, it turned out that help for them was on the way. Just as they were in a daze while being escorted to a vehicle of some sort, they blacked out from exhaustion, allowing themselves to be taken by mystery...
Where were they? They must have been out for a few days. The room radiated light off of polished linoleum as an IV system beeped relatively close. A... Hospital? Grey eyes flashed open, blinking to take in the surroundings. Where ever they were, they probably wouldn't be leaving any time soon...
Occupation: Sideshow-Oddity display- The two usually work a booth entitled 'COME SEE THE AMAZING SIAMESE TWINS- CYRIL AND LYRIC!'. They pretty much entertain the crowd as they meander around the fairgrounds in the daytime and flirt with the ladies. Well, that last part is Cyril, anyway.
Relationship status/Orientation: Both are single, both are heterosexual.
Additional information: History might be a teensy bit disturbing to some....
Played By: Viva
Nickname: There aren't any yet.
DOB/Age: Both were born on March the 22nd, 1999. They are currently 14 years old.
Gender: They are both male.
Oddity: Cyril and Lyric are considered mutant, though on a level not quite as paranormal as most of the mutants here are. Their mutation is the result of an error in their genetical code, as they are identical twins that have failed to separate before their development. In short, these two are conjoined twins, though the technicality doesn't stop there.
Lyric, since he is fully dependent on Cyril for leg movement and possesses no lower region, is considered a parasitic twin. Fortunately, a rarity in the mutation has allowed Lyric to be otherwise fully functional with a superb upper body, allowing him to live somewhat normally. It is impossible for the two to be separated, so it is a miracle that they are fairly healthy.
Appearance: When developed, the two were born split down the middle. Cyril's hip on his right side is where Lyric's torso ends. He splits off in a Y-shaped fashion and must hold onto Cyril in order to stay upright. The last feature that deals with their oddity is the gait in which they stand. Cyril has to stand in a wider gait than most people in order to support himself and his brother. Due to this and their oddly developed muscles the boy noticeably limps when walking, though he does make for a decent runner.
Besides the noticeable features that may turn others away, the twins are arguably decent looking. Since they are identical and on the same body, they do share a plethora of traits. They both have fair skin, a slight amount of peppered freckles on their faces, fog-grey eyes, and coffee-brown hair. Both of the twins are rather lean in their build, though Cyril is slightly more muscular. Due to their similarities the boys have made themselves different in means of their hairstyle. Whereas Lyric's hair is sleek and calm, Cyril has a spiky hairstyle that varies in length in certain areas and is constantly maintained by him.
Attire: Since the two have to share what lies waist down, pants and shoes are often kept very neutral for their style. Typically, they wear black cargo shorts or jeans and grey Vans. As for their tops, Cyril pretty much wears a graphic T-shirt and hoodie any day of the year. Lyric primarily wears Polos and button-ups, though occasionally wears a T-shirt as well. The two also carry around a messenger bag; filled with snacks, various tools such as a slingshot, and painkillers for Lyric... Not much is talked about this, however.
Detailed personality:
Cyril, to put it bluntly, is.... Well, blunt. He's outstanding at giving a vibe that he just doesn't care about anything. He tells people how things are or the bleak future without having much of a concern about it. In this sense, he's a bit rude. Granted, he doesn't bully anybody with his beliefs, unless of course they brew some trouble. This also leads to another issue with him: he is quick to fight and anger. He's got some nasty fighting words on him and certainly knows how to cut deep. Not only can the boy talk the big talk with his taunts but he can swear pretty well too. He's a think it before doing kind of guy, which is to say that he is pretty reckless. He pushes his already screwed up body through a lot more than it should, which leads both his brother and him into a lot of physical trouble. He gets fed up with his limitations rather quickly and gets bent something awful if he is told he physically cannot do something, though he tries his best to ignore the criticisms of others. In saying this, Cyril is substantially optimistic about his physical condition. He feels as if anybody can overcome any obstacle if they truly try, which is one of many decent features about him.
Cyril is full of vigor. As explained it can work against him, but his behavior can assist him as well. His pride in his competition is not always spiteful. He is a good sport for the most part and is supportive of others who show some weakness through lack of confidence. Being as he is more or less a Jack-of-All-Trades he is also pretty handy and well prepared for many scenarios. A little trickle of playfulness does deep through his tough guy exterior on occasion as well as a severely tender side. Cyril usually puts his brother before him in any scenario. The two are mutual on the subject that they are past the urge to bicker with one another. Granted, they jokingly banter each other on occasion, but they no longer fight. There is a strong bond between them. They know that when all of the world has shut them out, there would always be one person to look out for them- and that was each other's joined sibling.
Like many twins are, Lyric is near the opposite of his brother. He keeps his opinions to himself and knows when to shut up. He does not possess as much energy as Cyril does and enjoys a silent morning much more than a boisterous uproar. He isn't quite fond of Cyril's willingness to go into harms way, due to the fact that if Cyril goes down he is going to go down with him. He does not like sudden surprises and is very jumpy, though this isn't to say that he's timid. He just prefers to take in life as it is rather than live it to the fullest. Lyric tries his best to see the beauty in everything. His patience is eons longer than his brother's as well as his temper. He also does not mind much of what he is. He hates the word parasite and desires to be as little of an inconvenience to Cyril as possible, but even then these word's powers are gradually fading away. Lyric accepts the fact that he does not have much time on this planet and is crippled severely. His constant sweet smile and cheery disposition do a decent job at concealing the agony that he lives through on a daily bases and the addiction he faces through painkillers.
Abilities:Cyril, as stated, is a decent runner. As a child he was quite fond of sports which has helped to shape him into the amateur athlete he is today. Being as he is a dabbler in everything, he knows how to play a variety and is adequate at most of the ones he plays. This list includes baseball, (his brother usually wears protective gear and stays out of the way) soccer, volleyball, ice hockey, basketball, and more. Cyril also possesses an odd talent in ingenuity. He knows the most peculiar and seemingly minuscule talents and perform them in the most convenient of times. Need a door lock picked? He can do that. Need a basic shoulder massage? Don't ask him why, but he can do that. Need to make chain mail out of soda can tabs? You've got yourself the right guy. Not to mention he can make a mean didgeridoo out of a PVC-pipe...
Lyric's talent is actually quite easy to figure out: he's a fantastic musician. Since he could not do as much as Cyril could as a child, he has entertained himself with his own voice as well as numerous instruments. His mellow voice often accompanies his lyre, bongos and violin. He can also beatbox a bit, while his brother can throw out an acceptable freestyle rap.
Birthplace: Concord, New Hampshire
History: Once upon a time, in a magical suburb in Concord, New Hampshire, there was a extremist religious woman and her 'secret lover'. You see, this woman, who's name has been blocked purposely from the twins' memory, had a sinful little affair behind her husband's back. The woman wanted so much more from her marriage but because of her belief in god she couldn't seek pleasure without opting for children. Rather than explain her predicament to her equally as conservative husband, she went against everything she believed in to take a chance. Little did she know that her chance would lead her to her most blown-out-of-proportion nightmare.
After a few successful months the woman's secret became all the more sinful when she found out she was having a baby. As she didn't believe in abortion, she had to find a way to tell her husband. Of course, instead of coming clean, the woman spiraled even further down her web of lies and deceit when she set it up to seem that it was both her and her husbands doing. Even with that scare the woman did not cease her doings. Nine months later, she paid the ultimate price. Not being one to believe in sonographs either, her child came to a complete surprise to her... In her mind, it was a complete horror as well.
As soon as her twins were born she screamed for her lord to forgive her. She could only see her spawn as a repayment for her sins, not as a scientific abnormality. She was too disgusted, too terrified to even give them proper names. Hell she didn't even want to think that they came out of her. While her husband forced his best to see god's gift through his children, the woman herself started the slow ascension into insanity. The twins, not even recognized as human beings their first few years of life, were heavily neglected by their parents. While the father was too busy with work and his duty at the church, the stay-at-home mother was obsessed with her hatred towards her 'punishment'. She wanted nothing to do with her own children as she was too focused on how imperfect they were. God, that thing screams like the devil himself, she would think after 'forgetting' to feed them for a few days or so. Time flew four or so years in this manner. The father was the only one who seemed somewhat not appalled at his children as he came home once every few days to make sure they were still breathing. The mother, on the other hand, couldn't take it any more. Each day had brought a new wave of regret and abhorrence towards herself and her offspring to ultimate cumulate into a tsunami of hysteria. The woman couldn't have these children in her house any more. She wasn't going to let them die, no. That would just upset her father even more. She wasn't going to ship them off to the orphanage to make her burden someone else's. After all, who would love such a monstrosity as them? No... She just needed to abandon them upright. Yes... Out of sight, out of mind. She hatched a brilliant plan to dispose of her curse and hopefully start anew... Simply by just dropping them off in the middle of a shady road in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Yeah, her genius certainly shined through with that act of virtue. Oh, don't worry. The cops caught up with her soon enough, but what about the twins?
Well, after teetering in the bushes along the road helplessly for about two hours, a silver convertible pulled to the side as the driver could have sworn that there was an unnatural disturbance in the bushes. The driver had quickly snatched a flashlight from her glove department and set out to investigate, only to find the little disturbance to be a lot more than she expected. There were two boy's heads in the bush... But only one body. The driver, a woman, asked if the boys had a home. The boys were in tears as they tried to muster words but couldn't as they only picked up the occasional screams their former mother had spewed out. The children had shied away from her touch and offers, trembling from their neglect and abuse. The woman's warm voice and good intentions soon enough had won them over just enough for them to go with her. After reporting them to the police where the former mother had been arrested soon after, the question arose as to what to do with the deformed children. The woman who rescued the children couldn't bear to see them taken to an orphanage. So, after a ton of paperwork and legal battles, the woman adopted the boys and gave them proper names- Cyril and Lyric.
The boys warmed up to their new mother rather quickly. Who else did they have to depend on? This woman, Naomi Joy Sullivan, saw these two as perfect. She treated them like her sons, giving them the childhood and support they deserved. Cyril learned to push his body past its limitations, often showing off those bullies who thought he couldn't do anything. Lyric, despite his complications, took after his adoptive mother's passion for music. As each year passed in this woman's city house, the boys remembered less and less of the uselessness they were taught by their former 'caretaker'. Nine years flew in what seemed like seconds, the easy flow of time doomed to be cut off in short tragedy. When Lyric and Cyril were eleven, their mother had begun to face some financial difficulties due to her business shutting down. Life became increasingly expensive for the family and they soon nearly faced foreclosure. Naomi, unfortunately, turned to an unsavory source of income, that, well... Lyric and Cyril don't like to speak about. While the boys had unknowingly yet joyfully found that their mother was getting money again, the two's once more stable life retuned. Their mother's sweet facade could only hold up for so long, and a year later, she was busted for her activity. Long story short, she was sent to prison. She begged for her children, but they were sent off to a foster family as she was deemed unfit for taking care of them.
This didn't exactly fly with Cyril.
His mind, now bent out of rage, couldn't take the abandonment any longer. A few days within their arrival he hatched the idea to run away. From what, to where, he didn't know. All he knew was that the two had to leave, and that there was no way they could feel a parent's love again. So they did. The two ran away with no survival skills and no way to supply themselves. They still managed to get by, however... Just barely. For three years the boys managed to stay alive. They hopped from abandoned building to alleyway, dodging the public's attention for as long as possible. The two didn't care that their health was declining. All they knew was that they were free from the pain of others and didn't have to worry about losing anybody.
One summer's night, after hopping a few trains, the boys ended up in the middle of nowhere and with illness. They were hungry, tired, hot and in desperate need of a shower. As the darkness overcame the boys and as they were tempted to pass out in the middle of a field, bright light illuminating off of a small town caught their attention. The walk was only a mile and a half or so away, so thy immediately began to hoof it. Before they could make it to the bright lights, however, voices were heard.
"Hey, do you hear that?"
"Sh! There might be others out there!"
"Is it the government..?"
"Shut up! We're on a mission, remember?"
It turned out that the voices were people patrolling a border of some sort, stealthily searching to see if anyone was out there to see the grand circus depart. The boys had failed miserably at hiding and were ultimately caught. Lucky for them, it turned out that help for them was on the way. Just as they were in a daze while being escorted to a vehicle of some sort, they blacked out from exhaustion, allowing themselves to be taken by mystery...
Where were they? They must have been out for a few days. The room radiated light off of polished linoleum as an IV system beeped relatively close. A... Hospital? Grey eyes flashed open, blinking to take in the surroundings. Where ever they were, they probably wouldn't be leaving any time soon...
Occupation: Sideshow-Oddity display- The two usually work a booth entitled 'COME SEE THE AMAZING SIAMESE TWINS- CYRIL AND LYRIC!'. They pretty much entertain the crowd as they meander around the fairgrounds in the daytime and flirt with the ladies. Well, that last part is Cyril, anyway.
Relationship status/Orientation: Both are single, both are heterosexual.
Additional information: History might be a teensy bit disturbing to some....
Played By: Viva