Bylistis

Bylistis
“clearly this is something which eludes you - but a real detective refrains from handing out information to persons unknown.” ~ Bylistis ~
she / her ♦️ detective ♦️ pan-demi
Being a detective usually means believing in some pretty wild stuff, ghosts, vampires, who knows, Pyrrhia is a strange place where just about anything can happen. But what if I were to say there was a detective to doesn't believe in the paranormal? Only seeing what she thinks she sees. Despite being born into a paranoid family that is typically full of paranormal activity, Bylistis had come to disregard everything her parents said, claiming they were just plain unwell. Yet she could never convince them there was no such thing as the paranormal and therefor, she gave up on them, gave up on trying. The hybrid went out into the world at a young age, saying the rest of her family was both a bad influence on her and full of loons.
Now that she's older, she's become a detective, solving mysteries across the globe, from Pyrrhia and Pantala, she's never in the same place once, always traveling. But the world around her has gotten fuller and fuller with paranormal activity, it buzzes around like bees. She's been running around, encountering these messes, with clients in whom keep assuming the crimes were done by ghosts. Yet she never wants to admit that this place, this world she lives in...
is full of ghosts.
~ Bylistis ~ 	~ Bylistis ~
 	
Art By 	radar
~ Background Information ~	~ Background Information ~
Creator 	radar
Main Attribute 	skepticism / professionalism / sternness
Elemental Attribute 	rhinestones / coral / agates / iron
Theme Animal 	cat / betta / hawk
Theme Color 	coral orange / white / pastel orange
Theme Song 	detective hawkshaw ~ raphael benjamin meyer
~ Character Information ~ 	~ Character Information ~
Aliases 	bylis
Age 	33 (hy)
Gender 	female
Orientation 	panromantic demisexual
Occupation 	private detective / local skeptic
Tribe 	sky / sea
Goal 	who knows at this point.
Relatives 	paradigm (cousin)
Residence 	constantly traveling
Allies 	clients
Enemies 	syipt / conspiracy theorists / criminals
Likes 	mysteries / working alone / success / astronomy
Dislikes 	her scar / incompetency / superficialness / liars / criminals / conspiracies
Abilities 	can breathe underwater
Weapons 	talons / knives / crossbow
Loves 	no one
Appearance
A tall, board figure stands before you, her striking expression seems to show she'd rather be anywhere else but where she is right now. But you need her help, for multiple disappearances have happened throughout the past three days. "So, what seems to be your problem? And don't say anything about ghosts. Or else I won't be helping you." Her voice sparks in your mind and your focus is on her now.
"Of course, of course. Well... there have been multiple disappearances in my family for the past three days. I-I don't know what is happening, why?" Your voices comes out a little more nervous than you intended.
While you wait for her response, you take in her appearance, to get a general idea of how she looks. Bright coral orange scales stud her body, glazing like frosting, yet the most noticeable thing you see is her large peach ruff, tucked behind her ears. Possibly a RainWing hybrid? Your thoughts ponder.
New silence sprouted between the two of you and just like thin glass, the tall hybrid before you throws a rock at it. "Strange. Perhaps a certain kidnapper. Do you have any enemies in this town or in general? Who were the members taken?"
Your mind stops observing the dragoness to answer her question. "Perhaps... and to my information we don't have any enemies, at least none that they have told me about. For who is missing, my first cousin, Rislin, and a few other cousins that I forgot the names of. Along with my twin brothers, Raven and Crow."
She considered what you said, with a grim look. With that, you continue what you were doing, observing, something you were usually prone to doing excessively. From what you can see, you can see SeaWing counterparts, the light peach luminous patterns upon her underbelly, body and face display it well. That is, along with her sun-bleached sail that runs down her back and the additional fin protruding from her chest.
"When was the last time you saw them? All three of them." The detective's voice rung out in the long silence.
"The last time I saw my cousin was a two days ago, my other dear cousins the next day and my twin brothers... yesterday. I hope there is a meaning to this, I hope they're okay." Worrying thoughts came to mind as you uttered your words in a nervous tone.
She only nods in response, still wearing a grim look on her snout. From the colorations of everything, you know for certain that this dragoness is a hybrid, some sort of mix between a RainWing and SeaWing. You don't bother asking her, not to interrupt her from her thoughts, but you still ponder what tribes she's from, or if she's from any tribe at all. Yet even then, the most noticeable feature is her wings. Or, where her wings should be, for all there is now are stubs at the shoulders.
"This may take awhile, but as soon as I find a lead, I'll make sure to tell you. Thank you for your information, I'm going to see where I can get out of what I've been told."
For your final glances at your appearance, you scrap up this. Her build remains tall and stocky, with a wiry finish, rather flexible and catlike. A narrow tail sprouts between well-muscled legs in which are encased in youthful fat. Pointy ears protrude from her head, the insides a nice pinkish red, like the inside of a ripe grapefruit. This same color you see in her eyes as well, along with a dark red for her pupils. Her horns remain a dulled down rusty red, this is the same with her softly curved talons.
I sure hope she can find them.
Was your last thought before her departure.
Personality
* brusk, pompous, proud, and secretive.
*often brags about being the best detective of her time and often mentions how many cases she's solved and how skilled she is. is obnoxious, but unfortunately what she's saying isn't far from the truth.
*doesn't hesitate to put down anyone who she isn't fond of. is particularly fond of insulting her rival, syipt. mainly because she doesn't like their way of doing things.
*fascinated by astronomy and wanted to become an astronomer when she was younger, but became a detective because that seemed more realistic. keeps a little telescope with her at all times as a little memento.
*very organized and professional.
* genuine compliments often catch her off-guard. gets upset and/or rather touched when complimented about the scar on her face.
*local skeptic, doesn't believe in magic, ghosts, or the supernatural... or, at least, that's what it seems to be. she's very logical-minded and the idea of the supernatural existing just seems... illogical in so many ways. gets frustrated when talking to clients or dragons who conflict with these ideologies.
*does... deep down knows that at least ghosts are real since she's seen them with her own eyes. is kind of in denial about the whole thing though... because that means her crazy cousin was right.
History
Bylistis has traveled far and wide, throughout the world, seeking answers to crimes, yet when she sits down before you, you can't help but wonder what her past had been like. "What is it that you wanted of me? Why did you bring me here, for there seems to be nothing in the way of trouble." Her stern gaze rests on you and you feel yourself flinch at her sharp look.
You respond, carefully wording everything, "I wanted to know something. About your past? Just out of curiosity."
At the sound of your explanation, her eyes softened to an emotion in between confusion and understanding, and she nods slowly at you. In that moment, sitting near the grasping warmth of the fire and the warmth coming from the tea in your talons, you listen carefully to the story of Bylistis. The hybrid began with a sigh, but nevertheless told her story. "Around 20 years ago, I was hatched into an insane family of cahoots," she started, with a slightly bitter aftertaste. "Along with my mother, Raches and my father, Paradigm, I had a countless number of siblings that were almost impossible to deal with."
She shrugged her shoulders and continued, "anyway, what made our family have a,,, let me just say, reputation for being paranoid was that they believed in,,,, well they believed in the paranormal. My father particularly kept telling us all that ghosts were all around us and we were meant to be careful in their presence. He said ghosts were prone to punishing or haunting the dreams of naughty dragonets if they ever caught them red-taloned." Bylistis paused for a moment, yet from the expression on her snout, she was starting to zone out a bit.
You quietly tap on the side of your glass mug with one talon and a take a small sip, and a certain warmth and curiosity boils inside you. It was almost like magic, as though she took her talons and clawed out your current thoughts and with that, she continued her tale. "But that wasn't my life, of course I never believed in all that junk. So around the age of 12, I left to face the world by myself. Honestly, I don't think anyone even noticed I left, I had so many siblings. I don't regret my decision, in fact I'm glad I decided to choose to walk down that path, so many positive things happened in my life after that."
Yet again she paused, looking at her mint-leaf tea and quickly taking a sip before continuing. "As I continued my way through Pyrrhia, I had this tendency to stop by the nearest markets or villages and collect things, or sometimes just buying materials to make little crafts to sell for later. It was an enjoyable life I had just started and it seemed to get even better one fine morning, just after sunrise while the dew was still fresh upon the grass. The air smelled of wheat and freshly cut grass, when I stumbled upon a village nestled in the SkyWing Kingdom's peaks." Bylistis stopped yet again, shifting her gaze from you to the fire.
"Please continue. I never thought the tale of one's life could be so interesting." You say, ears patiently perked, waiting for what she had to say next.
"Really? I kinda expected the story to bore you half to death, but what do you know. Bylistis, famous storyteller." You knew well enough the ending was sarcasm, but you still wait for her to continue, already intrigued about this dragoness's past.
She began with another sigh, "it was called Echo's Peak and at its heart there rested a stout house and in its contents was a young dragonet by the name of Bliss. Why he was named that, I had no idea, but he seemed quite determined to befriend me. Although I still regret our first encounters with one another and all the bad things I said to him, I still can't argue with the outcome. Bliss was probably one of my closest friends I've ever had and perhaps the first one to actually make me laugh."
A frown creased her snout.
The very memory of Bliss must give her heartache. I know that feeling, something deep inside your heart that is impossible to ignore. A stream of thoughts flooding into your head as you both sit before the warm metal grasp of fire, sitting tame in it's hole, although when you cast a little glance at it, it looks as though it's waiting for her to continue as well.
"We bonded quickly, however. Usually over the stupid little hobbies of creation, using only our imagination as a guide. We'd spend hours creating things and then we'd sell them at the market every single day. You see, his family was poor, despite that, they never seemed to bother, no money, no problem, they always said. Yet, there is still nothing wrong with a little profit." A small smile made its way across her snout, replacing the grim frown that once stained her face.
Relationships
please roleplay beforehand
Paradigm
“speak naught of my cou... THEM. much like other dragons i know, they're source of income is so unconventional i highly doubt they're making a living from spreading lies and superstitions fit only for children. they're too dramatic for their own good and though try as i might to talk sense into them, my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.” ~ Bylistis ~
isn't particularly fond of her cousin due to their unconventional line of work as a ghost hunter.
Negative / Neutral
Syipt
“they are an enigma whose true intentions for the things they do elude me. their insistence of delving into the depths of the supernatural to find evidence makes it hard for me to see eye-to-eye with them. after all, such childish delusions have no place in this career path.” ~ Bylistis ~
She isn't quite sure HOW she feels about this strange hybrid. While also a private investigator, they means to doing things is a lot more... amateurish, as though they didn't go through the proper education to fully be qualified to take on this role. Outside of that, they're a ghost hunter, here to "liberate the world of malignance," which certainly made her raise an eyebrow at what exactly they're trying to do. She never tried to get to know them better and has just taken up judging them from afar. When around them, she's more aloof and critical of them, quick to point out any mistakes they make.
It's when they work together that they're able of forming an incredible team, though such a thing ever occurring requires specific circumstances.
Mixed
Trivia
*moral alignment is lawful good.
*is somewhat ambidextrous, but her dominant hand is her left.
*thinks cloaks are really cool and enjoys wearing them.
*text.
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