SpaceGarden Application - Cyrus Tar'Kuul

I didn't draw this, my, uh, slave, did. I felt like she could portray my character better then I ever could, not to mention that I don't have a tablet in working order. So, with that in mind, here we go.

Red - 2
Green - 1
Gold - 1
Purple - 0

Cyrus Tar'kuul is reaching his 127th year of life as he enters the Space-Garden program. He was naturally conceived, and has a minor distrust of inklings, knowing that they're basically brainwashed the day they're born. He is subject to chronic depression, although it is not very evident. (Most of the time.) He has not said why he's like this. He becomes extremely pessimistic in stressful situations, and has a habit of toying with his locket when in deep thought. Ever since his discovery of alcohol, he's had a bit of a problem. He's fine when he's not drunk though. ((I swear. Just kidding, he's still pretty insufferable.)) He keeps his past in the past. He also seems to be a father-figure for his long-time friend, Trojan.


Upgrades/Transaction History:
gave 1x purple
(I DON'T KNOW IF THIS CUSTOMIZATION BULL CRAP IS ALLOWED BUT WHATEVZ)
Purchased FOUR GOD DAMN CUSTOMIZED SWORDS FOR 8 REDS
Purchased CUSTOMIZED NOBLE SHIELD FOR 8 REDS
Purchased Body armor for a Gold.
Sorted remaining gemberries into their respective amounts.

RolePlay example:
Cyrus lifted his welding mask. The shield's sheathe system was now complete. He fitted one of the folding swords into it to make sure. A perfect fit. He drew it back out again, and with a horrible rasping sound the sword extended to its full length. Or at least, it would be horrible to those who would appose him. He brought the other three and put them all on the table. He put the gauntlets on, and activated the magnetic field. A buzz filled the air around him, and the swords lifted on their own. He smiled a smile that was full of malice. He took his shield and activated its combination feature. It folded in on itself, making a gigantic handle. The swords folded into each other, creating a wicked, colossal blade. The two combined, and he picked it up. It easily outweighed him, yet with his augmentations it felt about 25 pounds.
"I dont know how anyone could lift that thing, super soldier or not. The iron alloy you're using isn't exactly light weight. Not to mention it's about nine feet long." Cyrus looked behind him to find the ex-technician of his lab from about fifteen years ago. The man could make miracles with steel. Or any other metal, for that matter.

"Ac'Taraas. How have you been?"

((Note: He's no longer a super soldier, and lost all of the strength that came with being one a long time ago. So, no worries about someone going around and ripping everyone in half with his bare hands.))

This is really outdated wow