Tell me, what is it you see in the moonlight? I see the world as it once was; pure, free of vermin like you.
Cye is a rather complex man. He has seen much in the time he has lived, and no longer wishes to see the tragedies of his kind, nor their brethren. He is a quiet man, speaking few words at a time to those he does bot believe worthy of his time, no, he prefers to act instead. Those who ask of his age will be ignored, for he doesn't quite know any more. Those who are unworthy who see his scar will die.
Cye has but one such item on him at all times. The celestial silver long knife named Fang. It is a prized treasure of his, gifted to him by the remaining originals upon his thousandth birthday. It is a long, silver knife shaped like a wolf's fang, having only a simple, vertical ring shaped guard.
Cye is the last of the line of Lycan Originals, the true heir to rule over the vermin that now walk in their place. He looks down upon those of his own kind with disgust, turning his gaze from them as they sink deeper into animosity. He stands alone, the one pure lycan, the only one with true mastery over his other side. He walks here and there, always retaining his human form, fighting for the sake of humanity, whom he has yet to fully understand. He fights to protect the species of mortals who would fall under those of his race or others who would impose their wills upon them. Not a soul knows what compels him. Perhaps it is because of his hatred for those of his own race? Perhaps it is because he knows that they all came from these lower beings millennia ago. Perhaps it is because a higher power yet compels him to. They know not the answer, but it is clear that he deserves the gratitude of the human race for their continued freedom.