Cyrus

Info here, while I'm working on bios.

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Basic Lore Idea: Cyrus is an orphan, born alone beneath the dark grains of the Blacksand Annex. He spent all of his youth and most of his young adult years committing various crimes to survive. With no place to call his own for so long, Cyrus spent most of his time outside. He became pretty good at predicting the weather. After being caught one too many times, Cyrus was forced to leave Flamecaller's domain behind. The moment he crossed into the Windswept Plateau, he pickpocketed someone. Then the whisper's started. From that point on, every time he committed a crime, the whispering would start. In order to find some relief, Cyrus stopped committing crimes and was forced to do real work to make a living. After hanging around the market, he would often make comments about the weather and what he expected the next day to be like. People began to tip him to tell them what the weather would be like the next few days. Soon, Cryus was making way more than he ever did stealing. He began to wander around all of Sorneith, trying to find his place and continue to hone his meteorology skill. The whispering tune seemed to appear whenever he had the itch to steal or hurt someone, so he tried his best to be honest. It also seemed to be leading him further and further South. The first time he got to the Southern Icefield, the cold had nearly made him turn tail and run. Yet, he was hearty and stronger than he had ever been. He wandered the fields, following the whispering tune readily. He delighted when it led him to the Twin Pines and the refreshing Sky Pool between them. He collapsed beneath the boughs of the pines after drinking his fill. He finally felt that he could lower his walls and rest. Unbeknownst to him, three pairs of eyes watched over him as he settled into a deep slumber. A gentle tune settled across the open field, welcoming him home.