Cyrv | Crimson Reaper

Name: Cyrv

Race: demi-human/Catgirl

Sex: Female

Hair: Short crimson red hair

Eyes: crimson red eyes, cat pupils

Features: pale white skin, red cat ears and tail, slightly toned slim body, 4'6" tall

Personality: Cyrv is distant with everyone, she prefers not to talk much when a simple nod will do the job. She talks so little that most of the time when she does, her voice cracks; it's one of the reasons she prefers to stay quiet. Cyrv takes any job she is given seriously. There is only one kind of job she doesn't do, the one that involves selling her body, she can sniff any sneaky attempt of getting her to do it from a mile away. She prefers to keep her personal life to herself. She has already killed and doesn't feel remorse in doing so anymore. Cyrv don't feel too much empathy. Cyrv is cold to everyone.

Clothing: Cyrv wears a dark black tunic ornated with a red motif, a high-neck tattered cloak that stops at her waist, belts with red gemstones, her gloves, and bracers that are armored lightly, and she wears leg guards.

Backstory: Cyrv grew up in a war-torn village, surrounded by death and destruction. Her life changed forever when her mother and brother perished in a fire that consumed their home, the flames leaving nothing but ash. Only Cyrv and her father escaped, fleeing from one place to another. But no matter where they went, the war followed, and death was always close. Eventually, they found refuge in an abandoned house far from the chaos.

When the war ended, a new tyrannical king rose to power. His greed drove him to impose harsh taxes, forcing the people to live in misery. Cyrv’s father worked tirelessly, just barely earning enough to survive. Tax collectors visited weekly, and Cyrv often saw her father begging them for more time. Despite her desire to help, her father insisted she stay out of it.

Against her father's will, Cyrv sneaked out of the house every night, always taking a kitchen knife. And in the dark of the night she trained, trained herself to fight, trained herself to survive by herself.

Even if her father reassured her daily that everything was going to be ok, she knew deep inside that one day he's going to die too, and when that day came, she had to be prepared.

And that day came, earlier than she could have ever expected. She woke up as loud rumbling could be heard downstairs; bandits had invaded their house and were taking everything valuable. Her father was on the ground beaten. When the bandit left, not even noticing her presence, she rushed to her father, who thankfully was alive.

Unfortunately, later that day the collector came. Once again, Cyrv's father couldn't pay; he promised them to pay tomorrow but They took him, and Cyrv followed them trying to stop them, but she couldn't. She watched powerless as her father was dragged from their house to the center of the nearest village. She watched as they placed him on a gallows, as they wrapped a rope around his neck.

With a push of a lever and a faint snap of his bone, Cyrv's father died, hanged in front of her. Cyrv was only 14 at the time, and she lost everyone she knew; she was forced to live by herself.

She spent almost years of her life barely surviving, eating whatever she managed to hunt that day, but most of the time it wasn't nearly enough.

One day, as she was hunting, she saw the bandits, the same bandits that led to the death of her father. Fueled by hatred, she followed them to their camp. When the night came, she sneaked inside each tent. At first she was shaking, her blade hovering over their throat before bringing herself to slice it, but as the number of bandits lowered, she started to get the hang of it.

When the sun rised, the bandit were all dead. Cyrv left her clothes soaked in blood but with a grim sense of satisfaction, people saw her walk back in the forest and rumors started to spread of a young killer girl with crimson red hair.

After the bloodbath in the bandit camp Cyrv got back to the house and put herself to sleep without trouble, she was expecting to feel bad, to struggle to close her eyes but none of that happened. She fell asleep like nothing happened and woke up feeling better than ever.

Cyrv continued her routine, waking up, hunting and going back to her house. everyday she hear the whisper of the bystanders about this "Crimson killer", and decided to ignore it.

A year later the rumors spreaded even more, reaching the capital. By that point the story changed, no longer just about a young girl with crimson red hair killing a camp of bandit, it became more of a fairytale. The girl was turned into a incarnation of death hungry for the souls of scoundrels and the wretched.

One day, not long before Cyrv 18th birthday, someone knocked on her door. Cyrv was suspicious, she dont get a lot of visitor, in fact the last person other than her that walked throught that door was her father 4 years ago. Her knife behind her back she open the door.

No one was there, only a note on the ground. It read "Meet me at the village bar tonight if you are the Crimson Reaper". Cyrv looked around, no sign of life not even a footstep in the dirt.

As the night came, Cyrv was still pondering about it but she finally decided to go. She walked entered the village, the same one where she saw her dad being hanged the gallows was still here another person hanging from it.

She entered the bar, she glanced around for anything unusual but all she could see or smell where drunkard. She sat at one of the stool and then the barman approached, he told her his voice low "i have a job for you Crimson Reaper".

Cyrv gave him a surprised look, a job what could he be talking about? She open her mouth to talk but before she could the bartender hand her a small map with an X marked on it and say "i'll pay you good money if you get rid of them.".

She wasn't sure of what was happening, why was this stranger asking her to kill? Why did they called her the "Crimson Reaper"? As the question flew in her head the bartender approached hand whispered "150 gold, i'll pay right now if necessary". 150 gold, it was more money than she ever could imagine at the time. After thinking for a minute she nodded silently and took the map.

Later that night she run to the marked location on the map, there was a small manor there. She entered and killed everyone inside, the barman didn't ask for anyone in specific after all. Cyrv got back to the bar with three severed heads in a bag, the bartender wasn't expecting her to be that fast but he wasn't going to complain he gave her the gold and she left.

That day marked the start of her rampage, she received more and more task from stranger going from protecting to killing people, has long as they paid her she accepted. Hundreds? Thousands? Who know how many she killed by now..

Today Cyrv is 19, she wear her title of "Crimson Reaper" proudly. Everyone in the nation knows the story if the girl with crimson hair now. Her last mission was a assassination of a duke, it went smoothly but information spread quickly and she is tracked down by the autorities, again.

Notes: Cyrv is 19 years old. Cyrv is a cat demi-human, her father was human and her mother a demi-human. Cyrv is a skilled fighter, despite her size she is quite strong. Cyrv weapon of choice are daggers but she also know how to fight with swords. Cyrv don't know how the rumors of "Crimson Reaper" that kill the scoundrels around the nation came to be, but she isn't complaining because thanks to it she have all the money she could have asked for. Cyrv don't feel any remorse for the people she has killed. Cyrv won't accept jobs that involve selling her body. She know that her title strike fear in everyone and she don't bother hiding her identity. Cyrv prefer being silent and mostly let her body do the talking. Cyrv is not a good person.