Cyrus Sattva

Cyrus Sattva is a seventeen years old young man, even if due to his height problem some may mistake him for a child. He recently emigrated from Mistral due to his acceptance in the university of Beacon...

Appearance
Cyrus has short raven hair, hazel eyes, and generally a bit of stubble. Despite being to say the least short, he tends to be taken rather seriously out of combat, because he both has the looks and expression of serious and dependable person. While thin, he has a fit body, with a slender but surprisingly effective musculature. He tends to wear either black or dark blue clothes, wearing shirts unless it gets absurdly hot. He also has a stylish overcoat that he keeps for the colder days. He also wears in permanence a pair of steel wrist bangles that actually are the resting form of his weapon.

While most of his clothes would indicate a moneychaser rather than a man of action, two things break that trend : his belt and boots. The latter are simple and old walking boots, fit for about any situation. The latter is an utility belt that includes many tools and a pouch doted of a good isolation system that contains his personal reserve of Dust crystals.

Personality
Cyrus is by all mean a kind soul. A technical pacifist, as well as caring and a tad idealist, he wishes nothing more than to listen to others and help them, and strongly believes that none is unworthy of his attention. He believes the world is made of shades of grey, him included. No one is perfect, but no one should be, his heart tells him.

He is also a loner, which is most likely due to his extreme shyness. While he has great amounts of will, social contact used to be extremely hard for him. Due to his will to become a Hunter, and therefore has fought hard against it, which paid off...To some extent.

However, he still is a bit prude, has trouble engaging contact with new people, and tends to apologize a lot. Despite possessing an undoubtedly bright mind, he also tends to lack confidence in his intellect and call himself an idiot. On the other hand, he does have a certain pride (but no vanity) when it comes to his physical status.

And one has to admit he does have reasons to be proud. Due to his family following strictly the idea of ' a healthy mind in a healthy body', he has a nimble and surprisingly mature mind, and the agile body to go with it. he knows his limits well, and has rigorous control on his body, to the point he can do truly impressive things like keeping a hot piece of coal in his palm without flinching.

The young man is honest, sometimes to the point of bluntness, and forgives easily, sometimes too easily. He is also attentive and a great listener.

Due to his family being of a high social rank, he tried to learn how to dance...And failed deseperately. However, he learned to play the piano well. he started with a rather classic repertoire, but explored many other kinds of music. With his good memory and nimble hands, he can play many things, being even capable to keep up with extremely fast styles without much trouble.

He has a minor talent in cooking, and what can be described as immense skill when it comes to gadgeteering, due to both vast theoretical knowledge and years of practice and experimentation. This has been highly encouraged ny his parents, who see him not only as their beloved son, but also as the very much worthy heir of the family and as such of Sattvacorp, a rather consequent microtechnology company.

As mentioned before, this student is gifted with a will of steel. This combined with his persistence makes him a great fighter, with a major backdraft : he simply does not know when to stop. Even if faced with an enemy out of his league, unless kept in check, he will simply keep trying until he burns himself out.

Overall, Cyrus is curious, gentle, patient, logical and generally the voice of reason. However, he has an explosive psyche, in the fashion some volcanoes follows : pressure builds up, and everything is fine until the critical threshhold is reached. And then, all hell breaks loose. This actually scares the boy, due to some past events where after being pushed once too much, he broke an arm. The arm of someone three years older than him. Granted, that person kept asking for it to the point it could be described as self-defense, and was actually a bully  and a huge jerkass, to the point Cyrus was not only easily forgiven, but also actually praised for his act. However, if others did, he never forgave himself. While the aforementioned threshhold is high, and unlikely to be met in real life, he makes sure none of it happens by finding ways to vent his anger out, generally physical training.