Name
Cylnat
Name Meaning
"Sacred" in Al-Bhed
Nicknames
Cyl((Pronounced: Sill))
Age
Who knows, she is dead,..and unsent,...
Pride
None
Mate
None
Personality
Soft, and kind, but her eyes show a deep burned, and sadness,...like the troubled times she has gone through,...
Motto
Die and be free, or live and fight your sorrow!
Theme-Song
Vincent - Don McMaline
Voice Description
a soft and warm eccho, like spring nights, with a warm wind that brings the promise of summer,...
Likes and Dislikes
Likes: Water and stars, and the Hymn of the Fayth
Dislikes: Sin, and Yevon.
Impressions
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Relations
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The Story
Ieyui, Nobomenu.
Renmiri,...
'The Hymn of the Fayth,...'
Yojuyogo,...
Hasatekanae.
Kutamae
Cylnat opened her blue and green eyes, blinking them sleepily, as her fur floated about her, as if she was in water,...
'The Farplane,...' Cylnat though, as where she was finally registered, 'Floating,...in the Farplane,...' her thoughts were but a whisper, even to herself,... She looked around, as pyreflies floated around her body, shimmering and fading,...
Pray, saviour.
Dream, Child of Prayer,...
Then her eyes landed on a figure stepping towards her, through the mist. She blinked her eyes curiously, as the pyreflies andced, and her fur continued it's 'floating' motion,...
Forever and ever
Bring us peace,...
The Hymn stopped, and in front of her, the mist finally parted. If Cylnat's eyes could go any wider they would have, for before her was a Fayth,... With the Fayth so near, the pyreflies around Cylnat danced more widly then before, and Cylnat finally took her eyes off the miraculous Fayth, and looked to the pyreflies, both workied, and astonished.
"Your will to live again called out to us,..." The Fayth said, mane hiding his face, all except for his nose and mouth,..such a dark mane,... Cylnat couldn't say a word, but meerly nod.
She finally found her voice, "Y-Yes" her voice was an eccho,...a bell-like sound, lost, and longing, "I want to return to the world of the living,...if nothing else but to live out the story that I never got to live,...." Her eyes said it all, as thier dual-colored hues shined with tears, and longing. Her fading body seemed to become more solid, as her will to return to the world of the living became stronger.
"Very well" The fayth said very simply, in his scratchy, small voice, and he cast a gaze to the 'hole' between the Farplane and the living world, "If you can make it through, and not become a fiend,...if you truely think you can live again, as an unsent, do try."
"Do Try,..." The last two words ecchoed through Cylnat's mind, as she cast a look to this 'hole',' then back to the Fayth, who meerly continued to stare at the opening. Cylnat mid her lip, and knit her brows, taking on a determined look on her face, as she stepped towards the hole,...
I will,....I will live again,...
