Tibumeru: Cyrilby ~CynicalError

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★ Character Description !
Name:: Cyril Harker
Gender:: Male
Appears:: 17 years old
Actual Age:: 23 years old
Personality:: Violent, Cyril has a tendency to slap people with his tentacles when they touch him or attempt to touch him. Trying to touch him with something your holding will have the same result. This has become a reflex and he will slap people even if he didn’t intended on doing so. Due to many years around humans and teaching of his parents Cyril is smart yet quiet. The young looking Tibumeru usually has a frown plastered onto his face. He doesn't get along well with others, he believes everyone is out to get something from him, ripping a huge rift in his ability to trust anyone. A tender affectionate side rests buried deep within Cyril, showing only when he is alone with a cat.
Hobbies::
~Star gazing, always wondered if someone could teach him about them though he'd never admit it.
~ Staring at people until they felt uncomfortable and left.
~ When on shore; hording and playing with cats.
~ Treasure hunting.
~ Exploring.
History:: Cyril's parents were Peacekeepers to the core. Being the youngest of a family of five, they had high expectations for him. His other sibling followed their parents foot steps becoming buddy buddy with the human race. Cyril on the other hand did not want that. He saddened his parents when he informed them of his plans; he wanted to be a pirate. This was never meant to be, though tried as he might. The pirates were stubborn in their ways. After a few near death experiences Cyril gave up on this pursuit, deciding instead that he will start racing the pirates for the treasure, believing he was better than the finless ones.

Cyril found nothing but dead ends. When he began to become discouraged by this he over heard talk about the Peacekeepers and the Rebels; the rebels had unleashed an attack sometime ago. This caught the boy's attention breaking his fascination with pirates.

Bad Habits, or Specific Traits::
~ Hates being touched, or touching things people are touching already.
~Uses his tentacles to do everything, close to never using his hands.
~Will use his hands if he really likes the person.
~ Pulling the front of his shirt down when standing idly.
Legend:: Cyril believes both humans and Tibumeru were once one in the same; Shape Shifters. After staying to long on land or water the shifters lost the ability to change back. However with this he also believes in survival of the fittest.
Theme Song::
~Fireflight – Unbreakable: [link]
(If anyone can think of more that would be great.)

Extra::
~ Cyril has a very big soft spot for cats, that he constantly hides.
~ Cyril's tentacles can show his current mood. Curled up and back he is pissed , limp he is sad, angled down he is content and the different upward variations are different levels of angry/annoyed.
~ Cyril, though he hates it when its pointed out, has stunt growth; he has not developed physically in years.

★ Status !
Lv. 10
HP:: 3
ATTACK:: 10
DEFENSE:: 2
SPEED:: 6
INTELLIGENCE:: 8

WEAKEST STAT:: Health
STRONGEST STAT:: Attack

★ RP Style !
Preferred RP Style :: Paragraph
Method Of RP :: Only Notes
Other RP Style :: Really bad at it, but script. My script is pretty much my paragraphs in script format. What can I say I like to write.
Do you mind starting the RP ? :: I will, however if you can give me an idea of what we are doing that would be nice else we will end up in some pretty random ass places.
What are you not comfortable with ?:: Tacos, damn those tacos...
Language :: I speak only English, sorry.
Extra :: I get distracted very easily, so sometimes there will be a delay, however bigger delays are usually not only my fault. Sometimes I get stolen, or have something I need to help a family member with. Be prepared for endless apologies for these delays.

★ RP Sample !
How could this happen? Lightening cracked across the sky illuminating the ship for a brief moment. Everything was in a disarray, barrels lay knocked over threatening to take a sailor off their feet if the ship shifted enough to give it a push. The cold wood of the deck felt somehow relaxing against disoriented man's cheek. Rain thrummed lightly on the wood, only to be disrupted by a whistling sound. It was time to move. Just as he got to his feet the source of the whistle struck the water near the boat shifting it and knocking several men down.}