Personality: Cyrus is unpredictable at best, a loose cannon at worst. Being the High King's beloved little brother has its perks - Cyrus knows that - which is why he seeks to exploit it in every single way he knows how; he does what he wants, says what he wants, and when he wants something, by god he will get it. He's loud, brash, and generally unpleasant to be around. Mostly, that is. If he doesn't like someone - and he doesn't like that many people - then may God have mercy on their soul. But for those he does like, then he probably won't be all that bad - tolerable, at least, and he actually tries to play nice around them.

Though not nearly as merciless as his brother, Cyrus can be quite aggressive towards those he doesn't like, and he's been known to hit people at random, regardless of whichever class they belong to. However, there are also these rare moments where he just shuts himself off from the rest of the world, barring his rooms and refusing to come out until either of his siblings force him out. It's also in these moments where he's most violent. It's not uncommon to see mirrors reduced to mere slivers of glass or entire pieces of furniture to splinters. Not to mention the blood on the walls.

Unfortunately, due to his image as aristocracy's wild child, most people believe him to be, well, stupid. Which, of course, is not the case. He's actually quite gifted, and not just on an intellectual level either. He can accurately play classical pieces by ear, recite entire passages after reading through them a few times, and calculate large sums in his head. Learning isn't a problem for him - the only thing he lacks is motivation.

Likes:
+ Animals; They're the only things he'll never try to harm. Especially cats. It's not unusual for him to bring home a stray once in a while, though he never keeps any.
+ Music; Classical pieces keep him sane, and putting on Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture is usually enough to calm him down.
+ Alcohol; He's hasn't been entirely sober since he was fifteen. It's his lifeblood.

Dislikes:
- When people attempt to take his "stuff"; Whether it be objects or people, what's branded as his will always be his and his alone. Take it, and there will be consequences.
- Sitting still; He just can't do it. It's impossible. He has to keep moving.
- His...ability; It's not so much an ability as it is a hindrance. There are many things e'd rather not see, and he only thing he finds it useful for is for looking through peoples' clothes.

Background: Cyrus Edward Alexander Bennett was the second son of one of the wealthiest men in America. He had an easy childhood; got whatever he wanted by just pointing at it and frowning, and never had to ask twice for anything. He was doted on, yes, but due to his older brother having taken the role of the golden boy in the family, Cyrus was pushed to a considerably lesser role as the family's favorite accessory. His mother took him everywhere she went, dressing him in all the latest fashions, and was always at his father's side at charity galas and fundraisers and whichever event that required them to look as family-oriented as possible. And also because he was easily the cutest of the three (or so he was told).

His teenage years were no different, except with the addition of sex, and alcohol, and drugs. It was around this time where his recklessness really started to blossom (He'd shown signs as a child and was prone to fits, but he was easily calmed). His school life wasn't very eventful. Like his brother, he went to a private school, but instead of taking it slow and making friends and just progressing through it like normal people do, he decided he hated it. He resolved to get himself kicked out, but no matter how many rules he broke or how many times he set the grounds on fire, the amount his father paid them was still enough to keep them from giving him the boot. And so, he decided to lessen his stay the only way he knew how - by acing everything they threw at him. He graduated in less than two years. College was just about the same. After six years in the system and with multiple degrees under his belt, he decided to call it quits and join Daddy and Big Bro. And then the war happened.

The events during the war were a bit hazy, but his parents had perished somewhere along the middle and power fell to his older brother, and himself, to a lesser extent. He also found that he could see through walls (as long as they're no more than eight inches thick) and through peoples' skirts and lots of other things and it freaked him out for a bit, especially whenever he would wake up in the night to find that his eyes were, in fact, closed and that he could actually see through his eyelids. It scared him. It scared the living shit out of him, and so he rarely ever uses his ability (unless there's someone incredibly hot in sight). With nothing left to restrict him, he eventually grew wilder, and even more violent than ever. It's only a matter of time before he ends up destroying himself instead of the furniture.