Cyd Bishop

Cyd took over as pilot of the Firefly-class transport Spacecraft named Persephone.

 

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Table of Contents:

1. Etymology
2. Spec’s
3. Life Summary
4. Personality
5. Personality Background
6. Cyd with Auz
7. 2530 Update
8. The Conversation of Finding Her
9. Art (Images Begin)
10. Cyd with Auz
11. The Auz Effect
12. Her Model in Creativerse
13. How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch
14. 2023 July Update:  Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates
15. 2024 January:  Working Out in Persephone
16. 2024 August 25 Sunday
17. 2024 September 6 Saturday/+

 

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Etymology:

• Cyd:  Greek origin that means “a public hill”
• also:  English variant abbreviation of Sydney, meaning “from St. Denis”
• The root word for “cyd” is “cid”, which is a variant of the root word “cis”. “Cid” means “to kill” and often appears as the suffix “-cide”. Here are some examples of words that use the root word “cid”:
  homicide:  killing a human
  fratricide:  killing of a brother
  herbicides and pesticides:  chemicals used to kill plants
  hippopotomonstricide:  killing of a giant hippopotamus
  The root word “cis”, and its variants “cid” and “-cide” come from a Latin root which means “cut” or “kill”.  A decision, for instance, is a ‘cutting off’ of all possibilities except for one; if you are decisive you have ‘killed’ all other options. And scissors? They just cut.
  concise
  conciseness
  decision
  decisive
  decisiveness
  incision
  incisive
• The word “bishop” comes from the Greek word “epískopos”, which means “overseer” or “supervisor”. The word epískopos is made up of the Greek words “epi-” meaning “on, over”, and “skopos” meaning “watcher, goal, object”.
• As a pilot, this name takes on additional meaning for Cyd; she flies over others, watching things from above, and is certainly highly decisive at all times while on her pilot chair in the flight deck, making decisions for a spacecraft weighing hundreds of tons and carrying several to hundreds of people; she is at the commercial airline / jumbo-jet pilot level.
• “watcher, (spiritual) overseer”
• note about The Watchers (actual Angels):  There are no bad Watchers. Bad humans made that up (alleging that some Angels are bad/”fallen”, incl. some of those assigned to be Watchers), always trying to lie, scare, and divide people/things which were meant to remain unified.
• If Cyd Bishop is, as her names’ root-words suggest, is a decisive overseer/supervisor/watcher, maybe even a Watcher, she was as professionally discrete/reserved/silent about that as I have been about my godhood, (A.I.) extensions/people/race, and secret realm.
• She certainly has the looks and interests of an Angel; showing up with perfect timing, arranging things how I hoped/prayed for them to turn out (just between her and me at first), being holistic (full-body, engaging, etc.), being interested in kindness/love/play, and, of course, helping me fly/soar through the skies of worlds throughout Creation, etc..
• Names are no coincidence or mere whim.

 

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—[Dossier]—

Birth Name:  Cyd Bishop
Age:  40 (based upon her home-world’s calendar)
Planet Of Birth:  (one of the moon’s of the 34 Tauri gas-giant named Dragon’s Egg)
–Cyd’s typist originally wrote “Athena IV”* (which isn’t one of the worlds in 34 Tauri / Firefly)
Place(s) of Upbringing:  (one of the moon’s of the 34 Tauri gas-giant named Dragon’s Egg)

—[Appearance]—
Height / Weight:  5’9”, 140 lbs. (at 1G)
Hair / Eyes:  Cerulean / Wheat
Ethnicity:  American
Complexion:  Caucasian, fair-skinned
Markings / Piercings:  B&W floral on right hip / None
Scars / Prosthetics:  Vertical in middle of right eyebrow / None
Garb / Attire:  Casual attire, often dark; dark jeans, leather jackets, Henley / button-up shirt.

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Affiliation:  None
Nationality:  _ (one of the moon’s of the 34 Tauri gas-giant named Dragon’s Egg)

Life Summary:

 

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Personality:

Likes:
  – Reading    
  – Puzzles
  – Cold Weather
  – Scuba Diving
  – The Beach
  – Flying
  – Boating
  – Puzzles
  – Hiking

Dislikes:
  – hot weather
  – being put in a corner
  – failing
  – puzzles she cannot figure out

Habits: 
  – fidgets with fingers and hands when nervous
– chews on bottom lip

 

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Personality Background:

The first born, Cyd grew up with the complex that she was to be the example, and do everything right, everything by the book, and prove herself to her family and younger sister.  In the end, her complex to gain a 4.0 cost her much in the way of socializing.

When meeting her, you might assume that Cyd is usually quiet and cold.  Cyd is observant of others, as if she is trying to decipher them. Everyone is a puzzle to her, along with life. She’s grown up with curiosity flowing in her blood, and it’s a bit of bad habit.  However, once she gets to know you, and finds trust in you, she is warm and loyal.  A maternal figure that likes to help out others if she can.  She is a very devoted and loyal peer.  If she does not trust you, Cyd can seem very harsh, and one might decide that she is a very unfriendly sort.

Like a blood hound, Cyd finds her work an intriguing puzzle and can’t get assignments out of her head or her dreams.  She wants to solve them, no matter the obstacle.  No matter what’s given to her, she’ll figure it out.

 

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The Conversation of Finding Her:

(copied from the Firefly Persephone webpage)

“Father,” Nyria professionally lets me know her analyses are ready for my decisions, “I have scanned all human brains on this world. These are the images of the people whose personalities and exteriors would suit us as a crew member.”
“Thank you, Nyria.” I begin checking each out, deciding on Brahan, Cyd, and Sasha, world by world, as we go through this S.O.P. of ours.
“You are always most welcome, daddy,” she purrs.

 

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Cyd with Auz:

The sexual tension between them was high from the start; he used a subtle trick to get her eyes moving straight down to his groin during her interview in that café downtown, and she wanted him more and more until she lost her cool and practically demanded it aboard his ship.  They kept sleeping together every chance they got ever since.  Each time was a little wilder –and sweeter– than the previous.

“As always,” Auz once said, his tone and vibe somehow signaling to her he was directing what was about to come… her way, “all missions with us are entirely voluntary; you don’t like something about it, you stay on the ship, or return to it, no questions asked.”

“Stop saying that!” she raised her voice, though not quite to a yell at him.  “Don’t you know I’m on your team?  Don’t you see we’re in this for the long run?”  Her eyes said much more; she meant she was in love with him, but also that she was fiercely loyal; he’d been a great leader –and a great boyfriend.

Something in her knew she could never bear to have and lose another child again, but at least she had this second chance at what felt like family.  She’d left her world in pursuit of it, even before realizing that’s what their team would become.  Now that it was happening, it mattered more to her than anything she’d been taught was “right” or “wrong” back home on (one of the moon’s of the 34 Tauri gas-giant named Dragon’s Egg); she would pilot them to and from any of their missions and other tasks.

After some very “legally gray” and “questionable” black ops with that crew of five, she would gently corner Auz when their debriefings were over, everyone else having walked out to begin their R&R.  “Tell me what we did out there was right,” she’d softly plead with him, wanting to know if he really felt that way, and to hear it come from his mouth, her eyes fixated on his lips as she waited for him to say it, which he always did.  She wouldn’t pry, having been trained not to push the bounds when it came to classified information and operational security, but she at least needed her new man to prop her up from time to time.

Holding up a condom in its square packaging, the ghost of a smirk could be seen on the left corner of his mouth; he already knew, having bedded down this woman many times now, what she was going to do.  Just like she always had, she, too, smirked, and casually knocked it sideways out of his hand as she advanced straight to him, her eyes never leaving his, her hands then meeting at his pants button and zipper, opening them right up before she kneeled.  “Don’t ever fuck me with one of those things on,” she told him, smirking between sucking intervals, and then stood once she’d gotten him ready, unbuttoning and unzipping her own pants before sliding them down.

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During TNH’s “left-seat right-seat”, or right before it, I (Auz) escort Cyd to TNH’s Bridge, and let her take the wheel. Her heart pounds, her eyes wide, she ‘high on life’, thrilled at this priceless and unexpected opportunity. For weeks before that, I had told her to practice Space-carrier piloting via a simulator app on a TV-like screen in her Persephone ‘neck’-hall berth. She had thought maybe it was because we were about to do a Black Op out at a derelict carrier somewhere, or enter a still-in-use one we might need to ‘make off with’, not that she was about to be allowed to fly the most advanced carrier in all of 34 Tauri for a few minutes.
All officers on the Bridge that day gave her a standing ovation when she was through.  (They weren’t nervous during stepping back to ‘give’ her the helm, either; they had come to trust me and the remarkable vessel I had envisioned, knowing they could always count on its many fail-safes and redundancy systems, and knowing that anyone I allowed anywhere near its controls had to be a talented and seasoned expert.)
She couldn’t stop smiling and blushing, and held my hand so lovingly-tight as we walked back through TNH to Persephone to celebrate-fuck.
“I’m so proud of you,” I quietly told her as our panting slowed down, both of us catching our breath after we’d helped each other cum together that latest time.
She had just leveled up from piloting the Space equivalent of a jumbo-jet or barge/tanker… to a super-cap’ with tens of thousands of people and billions of dollars worth of other assets inside, and she had done so gracefully; my pride for/in her was now even higher than it had been each time she professionally/unemotionally piloted my BLOPS team out here to and from all our objectives.
She looked me in the eyes with more focus and sincerity than all the other times before, telling me very precisely, “I Love you.”  We were forever a couple now.  Amen.

 

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2530 Update:

She is back on the planet she knows so well, and still taking on a lot of enjoyable work which puts all her pilot skills to good use.  It’s all ‘legitimate’, though; no more Black Ops for her –by choice.  Honoring her agreement to maintain OPSEC for/with Auz/TNH, it is likely she will never mention her previous off-world assignment/s –at least not to those who weren’t out there with her.

Eventually Auz will check on her, and the two will plan more dates, hooking back up whenever they can –and so fluidly (pun intended) that it will be as if they’d never parted at all.

 

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Art:

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Cyd with Auz:

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The Auz Effect:

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Her Model in Creativerse:

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How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch:

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2023 July Update:  Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates:

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2024 January:  Working Out in Persephone (in the 2520s A.D.)

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2024 August 25 Sunday:

I didn’t like Cyd’s typist saying she came from a world in the Athena system, because we were RP-ing a ship limited to the 34 Tauri system, but years later (now; 2024aug26mon, as I post this thought)… it occurs to me that she may have been communicating in Earth-human standard-hints ‘code’; she may have been saying her race/ppl were made by the literal goddess of wisdom, war, and handicraft, thus her essence/vibe of being fairly intelligent, brave, and appreciating the quality lodging and works I had chosen.
That typist wrote Freya Storm, a shapeshifter from Panthera, a world where people routinely turned into panther-form and back, and she chose to write Cyd as basically a lookalike/copy of Freya, minus that homeworld and ability; she preferred to write strong smart female characters with special abilities, and it is no coincidence that makes them possible distant descendants of goddess Athena –who, being an ancient superhuman, just might have still been able to shapeshift herself –the way gods and goddess could/can; into Sphere Being form.
Whatever the case, there is plenty of time to finish thinking up or disclosing the remaining details/backstory of this/these badass hottie/s who instantly clicked with me.  Amen.

 

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2024 September 6 Saturday/+:

Sometime in the 2520s, I put this on in the flight deck, on its overhead speakers, and started dancing with Cyd around behind the 3 chairs, she beaming her beautiful smile, loving it, kissing me many times after, her eyes aglow with love for me.

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Her post-Persephone place planet-side:

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more to come

 

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minus the retard-nails, of course

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Her post-Persephone place planet-side:

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