Cyran

A killer who grips the hilt of his knife as tenderly as paladin holds holy sword;
Who believes his sin an honor so that others may live free;
And you wonder if he murders for money, or for sacrifice.

Gender: Male

Age: 350… ish

Race: Moon Elf

Nationality: Cyran was born in Moonglade, a citizen of Eclipse City. Since his exile he remains a wanderer, but currently calls the Ash Lands his home.

Appearance: A moon elf with well-tanned skin and ink-black hair that is stained with silver. One might mistake him for being in his forties; only his eyes betray his centuries of experience and world-weariness. Only one eye is visible, a sharp silver that pierces like a knife. His right eye, generally kept hidden behind an eyepatch, is a void of pitch black. He generally wears a stoic expression on his face, accompanied by an air of melancholy. His attire is simple, cheap, and often not well-kept, indicating a lack of regard for his own person and things. Only the knives that hang from his belt, and the ring on his finger, are well-maintained. At six-feet tall, he generally walks with his shoulders slumped, as if trying to make himself smaller and less noticeable; though in moments when he has forgotten his burdens and the weight of the skeletons in his closet, he stands tall with an air of quiet regality and surety. A far cry from his normal countenance. He often has little presence in a crowd or in a room, which suits him just fine.

Personality: Cyran is a calm and keen person, who often says little and notices a lot. While initially reserved with people, he is rather protective of those he gets close with. His calm face and quiet demeanor hide a soft and caring person, a trait that one would not expect of someone in his line of work. Cyran cares easily, and perhaps gives too much of himself away at times. While he is observant and good at spotting the lies of others, he is not so adept at telling them himself. His honesty is a trait that most others appreciate about him, though it can make certain aspects of his line of work difficult. When working, Cyran is nothing if not a professional, preferring to hide the vulnerable parts of himself behind a mask of indifference and coldness. While he is capable of love, he is just as capable of horrible acts in equal measure. Because of that darker, ugly part of him, Cyran would not consider himself a good person.

At the end of the day, though, he's just a tired man who hopes to one day retire and look after his family.



Eclipse City has no shortage of elven families in charge of governing Moonglade, all whom seek to capitalize on its location as a massive trade center. One such family is the Fenastra Clan, which came into wealth some five centuries ago and held a steady position of wealth and influence in the country that was slowly extending outwards. By elven terms, they were new money. Cutthroat and hungry, their successes were attributed to the head of the household, Lormundel Fenastra. It was said that during his rise to power, there was no shortage of backstabbings, underhanded deals, and lobbying that would never be traced back to him. They wanted to climb higher, reaching greater heights and secure a comfortable position in the capitol.


As the sole heir and only child of Lormundel and Cyrilla Fenastra, Cyran was born with an implicit understanding that he was nothing more than a pawn in his parents’ games. From a young age he had been groomed to take over the business and learn the ways of the trade. Lormundel drilled lessons into his head and Cyrilla paraded him around galas, teaching him the ways of social etiquette. When Cyran failed to meet their standards, punishments were carried out behind closed doors to ensure that the lessons would stick. It was a lonely childhood, and it became quickly apparent that while Cyran had a keen eye and a rational, observant manner, he had no interest in playing the part of the good little heir they wanted him to be.


Lormundel was determined to find some use from his wayward son. If Cyran was no use to him as a future head of the Clan, then he would serve just fine as a vessel for a new heir. Lormundel arranged an alliance with another influential elven family in Eclipse City- the Pavyre Clan. In a year Cyran was wed to the youngest daughter of the family, a cold and ambitious woman named Rowan Pavyre. While Cyran tried to make the best of their situation, Rowan resented him for what he represented. They were each other’s jailers and prisoners, chained to one another until death did they part.

Rowan Pavyre

From their marriage the Fenastra-Pavyre alliance flourished, and their trade and influence grew. While the Fenastra family excelled in finances, the Pavyre family dealt in arcane goods and oddities. Cyran and Rowan were given a single, small home in Eclipse City where their new roles were to play the doting husband and wife, giving off the illusion of a happy family. In the privacy of their home, though, Rowan was cold and shut off, and often spent hours in her office, pouring over old tomes and studying ancient dark arts that Cyran couldn’t begin to understand. Rowan sought power, in her own way.


Cyran willfully ignored her experiments, as he wanted no part in whatever strange dark magic Rowan was studying. His wife’s body was weak, and she desperately searched for ways to grow stronger and obtain immortality. One day, Cyran discovered one of her diaries and was unable to stop himself from reading the secrets within. What he saw inside horrified him- unethical experiments on people, necromantic magic, and notes on powerful fiends. He confronted her with his knowledge, but Rowan had grown temperamental, and threatened him if he tried to get her arrested.


There was nothing Cyran could do, so he made a choice- one he wasn’t proud of. He promised to keep her secret and continue this farce for the sake of their families if Rowan agreed to give him one thing- a family.


While Cyran had grown up in a cold and unforgiving home, there was only one thing he’d dreamt of growing up. Having a child of his own.


Rowan agreed, and Marlow was born within the year. Marlow was Cyran’s pride and joy, one he vowed to cherish and protect for the centuries to come. He wanted to end the vicious cycle of the Fenastra clan and give Marlow the loving home she deserved. He raised Marlow on his own, keeping the girl away from Rowan wherever he could. Rowan became a recluse, snapping at people and spending more time confined to her office. Cyran tried not to think too hard about what she was doing in there.


Things came to a head when Marlow had just reached twelve years of age. Cyran returned home after a day with his parents only to find everything absolutely silent. Nothing seemed amiss, though his instincts told him something was horribly wrong. He hid Marlow in her room, before returning to their sitting room, only to find Rowan standing there, gaze blank and body held taught, as if suspended on strings. He didn’t get so much as a word out before Rowan attacked him with a flurry of dark magic and brimstone.


Cyran barely managed to defend himself, though not without sustaining heavy injury. With nails as sharp as talons, she left a long, gaping scar along his back that never quite healed after the incident, a strange darkness that festering in the raised skin like rot. Rowan had grown far stronger than her body could handle, and it had driven her insane. The only reason Cyran survived was because Rowan’s body finally gave out, and she dropped dead in the middle of her attack.

Someone had to take the blame for the incident. The Pavyre family demanded that recourse was taken, that someone be punished for the death of their youngest daughter. They refused to believe what Rowan had done, and threatened to withdraw from the alliance if the Fenastra family did nothing.


Lormundel readily agreed, finding no more use for a son who constantly failed to perform his duty. Cyran Fenastra was stripped of everything he owned- his name, inheritance, his home- and he became Cyran, a wandering vagabond who was turned away from Eclipse City before he could so much as defend himself. Lormundel took Marlow under his wing, however. He hoped that the next attempt would yield better results.



Cyran fought for Marlow, but he was injured and all Lormundel had to do was snap his fingers to have Cyran thrown out of the city. Lost and alone, Cyran stumbled off, forced to survive on his own. In his travels, he was forced to utilize his smarts and natural inclination for stealth to survive.


It was during this time that Cyran stumbled into his current profession. He took up the blade and forced himself to take on jobs that he couldn’t stomach, and abandon his morals to survive. He knew he wasn’t a good person, but it was a necessary evil. After all, he needed all he could get before the day he could rightfully return to Eclipse City and take Marlow back.


Now, Cyran is a bounty hunter, an assassin that does what he needs to make a living. While he’s normally an honest, patient, and kind person, he’s a deadly, cold, and rational killer in battle. He wanders the continent in search of jobs, a nameless shadow.


And the darkness that Rowan left in him is growing.



Definiton: (noun) 
    a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.
    the action of plotting or conspiring.
    A flock of ravens.


Through Cyran's travels, he's encountered more than his fair share of thieves, assassins, and criminals, and been on the receiving end of a fair share of robberies. After one such robbery, Cyran decided to take the criminal under his wing- and thus, the Conspiracy was formed, a group of thieves and assassins in training all under their leader, often referred to as the Specter. Cyran takes on few apprentices, and often only ones that need guidance. He wants to prevent young criminals from feeling lost and alone as he did after his exile. All of his apprentices wear masks and utilize aliases- while Cyran can afford to do business with his face and name in the open, he takes great care to instill caution in ensuring the safety of his students.


Currently, he only has two students: 



Rhi'as Myrril: a 27-year-old human thief from Zeinav with fast hands and a penchant for getting himself in (and out) of jail. After becoming Cyran's pupil, Rhi'as takes on the alias "Oriole", and wears a black avian mask when in public. He does not use weapons, and considers himself somewhat of a pacifist- as such, Oriole prefers to stay out of combat entirely, though he has an uncanny talent for robbing people of their coin and breaking into places he shouldn't be. Oriole met Cyran when the young thief pickpocketed the elf during a visit to Zeinav City, after which Cyran lectured him about being careful who you rob from. Cyran gave Oriole the coin pouch and thought that would be the end of it, but Oriole had already taken a liking to Cyran, and believed that Cyran would be able to help him hone his skills. In a rare show of courage, the cowardly thief pestered Cyran until Cyran took him on as his apprentice- and thus, Rhi'as became Oriole.