<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Thomas__Dresden_Files_by_dauntingfire.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Cyrus Valerian</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Human: Bladebound Magus</span><br/><em>Character Sheet</em>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9084); 56HP (Current 56); AC 12<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Well outside of society's eye lies a nameless temple; this is where Cyrus was born and raised among a modest community of families who all have ancestors that were responsible for establishing the site centuries ago.  It is this isolation from civilization that keeps that particular site largely unknown; what few stories managed to spread are widely regarded as folklore.  One thing that has remained a closely guarded secret is the actual location of the temple; which is for good reason.  The tales of the mythical temple speak of a safeguarded treasure of immense wealth.  This is only partially true.  Yes, the relics within the temple walls are highly valuable, but those charged with protecting them would hardly consider them a treasure.  Nearly every artifact under the protection of those guardians contains malevolent entities of great power and manipulation of various, but significant magnitude.  The lesser of which is at least capable of provoking significant unrest in society, the greater could very easily spread destruction throughout the land should they fall in the wrong hands.<br/><br/>This life of duty and obligation combined with the isolation from the world did not sit well with Cyrus.  In him burned a passion for adventure, something that the temple could not provide.  However, he had neither the method nor the resources to venture off on his own and had no success in obtaining any to join him.  Cyrus's situation wasn't unheard of among the temple, though the fact that those who left never returned remained a large deterrent for any upstart who had more common sense than arrogance.  News never returned about what fates befell those who ventured on their own.  Even those among them who were skilled at the art of scrying, responsible at keeping an eye upon civilization as a whole so the isolated clan never straggled too far behind the times, only rarely obtained successful results in their searches.  For years, Cyrus tried to garner what he needed to leave the sanctuary, but despite his efforts his dream never seemed to grow any closer to becoming a reality.<br/><br/>That was until the night his entire world flipped upside down in little more than a year ago.  Whether through chance, the intervention of a greater power, or fate during one of Cyrus's typical nightly wanderings, one of the heavy stone gargoyles adorning the structure's interior columns broke free and nearly crushed the meandering human.  It had been a close thing, but Cyrus managed to react quickly enough to dive out of the way before he could get caught beneath the statuary.  However, he had not looked before leaping and ended up careening into one of the small pedestals containing a lesser artifact.  The impact caused the sheathed blade to fall into his lap and the moment of physical contact awakened the entity within.  A whole week went by before Cyrus managed to reclaim his body from the influence of the dark bladed Katana, and much of his memories of what he had done during that time were little more than flashes and images.  Though he had plenty of time to get to know the weapon called Lasciel.<br/><br/>When he did regain himself, Cyrus found himself in a brothel laying upon a bed with several sleeping nude forms laying around him.  He had no idea where he was or how to find his way back home.  Not that he had much desire to do so; it was likely that the missing relic would have caused quite the commotion and he doubted he would be welcomed back with open arms.  It was even odds that his punishment for his actions, unintentional as they were, would either be a slap on the wrist or a prompt execution.  Cyrus felt little desire to make that bet; after all, he finally achieved what he had longed for.  Though there was just one catch; he was bound to the sword that made it all possible.<br/><br/>Lasciel wasn't a malevolent entity per se; but she was very fond of excess when it came to the vices that are frowned upon by a moral society, but not necessarily punished.  Even though Lasciel doesn't have a gender, what with being a sword, she largely regards herself as female despite that fact.  Furthermore, she had no objection to the gender of the body she attempts to possess since her drive for lust, gluttony, and sloth are not bounded by such trivial matters.  In fact, she has proven incapable of understanding the concept of morality and why mortals deny themselves opportunities that would certainly bring them great satisfaction.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that his was, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped upon their first meeting, the two had managed to forge a working partnership and tenuous friendship.  Cyrus was well aware that Lasciel wouldn't hesitate to retake his body given the proper motivation (and had managed to do so on numerous occasion) the man was glad to have the company in his travels.  Not to mention the power the blade provided him gave him the necessary edge needed to help ensure his survival.  To some degree, the two shared similar ideals, though Lasciel took them to extremes well beyond Cyrus's comfort level.  While he was content with bedding a woman and having a fair number of drinks, Lasciel was only content with bedding several people at once, paying no mind to insignificant matters such as gender, all while imbibing large quantities of alcohol and other illicit substances.<br/><br/>While it is, at times, an inconvenient partnership; Cyrus has grown fond of his new life and feels that he couldn't do without it.