Cyrus's Potions and Salves

kegasablefoot what have you done

Hello my only one, just like the morning sun

You’ll keep on rising til the sky knows your name

And you’re still my chosen one, remember who you are

Very embarrassed and with an accelerated breath, Amethyst approached the counter of the store where a yordle with a gentle smile was waiting for her, “I’m so sorry, you see, my house is a little far from your store, maybe a little far of Bandle , so thanks you for waiting me, I heard that in your store could find many things including potions and I wanted to know if you have something that can help me with some pains I had since an accident in one of my legs…I really need something that can calm the pain. ”

Rumble half swung the door open, slipping in and shutting it behind him as who was presumably the shopkeeper jumped up. Sleeping on the job it seemed. With a shake of his head, he strolled over to the counter and leaned on it. “Yo, I need some kinda lubricatin’ stuff. My mechs joints are lockin’ up and the regular oil treatment ain’t workin’. I been around several places and they got nothin’… was wanderin’ if yer place here might have somethin’ to let it move properly?”

|| The Basics ||

Name: – Cyrus Nickname(s): – None yet Age: 20 Species: Yordle 

|| Personal ||

Religious Belief: Secular Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Continue to run his apothecary until he no longer can Languages Known: Common, some Ionian Secrets: Grows and sells his own yordle nip from the shop’s basement. Also sells a few other things of dubious legality. Heavy drinker. Quirks: N/A Savvies: Ionian medicine

|| Physical ||

Height: 2′10″ Weight:  35 lbs. Scars/Birthmarks: None, but he has patches of white fur covering his body -- most visibly, the V shape on his forehead Abilities/Powers: None. Restrictions: Low funds. No magical powers.

|| Favorites ||

Favourite Drink: Graggy Ice Favourite Pizza Topping: Pork

Favourite Color: Green Favourite Music Genre: Soft rock, rap Favourite Book Genre: Medical journals. He does not read fiction. Favourite “Movie” Genre: Comedy Favourite Season: Summer Favourite Butt Type: Firm and round. Favourite Swear Word: Shit

Favourite Scent: A well mixed health/mana potion, bottled in his very own crystalline flask Favourite Quote: “I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted“

|| Fun Stuff ||

//I said I’d draw him so I did

Alphonse was sweeping the floor as he heard the doorbell ring, placing it against the wall before answering the door. “Hello, welcome to our general store, please come in!” He motioned the other to enter. “What can i do you for?”