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Cyrus

"Seriously, I know I can't die but being mutilated for entertainment is pretty fucked up."

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a character in “Circus Monsters”, as played by TheFlag

Description

Name: Cyrus

Stage Name: The Unkillable Image

Gender: Male

Monster: Cyrus is immortal. Although he can actually die he cannot stay dead, his body will begin reconstructing itself until it's in perfect condition then it will revive him back from the dead. This process only happens when Cyrus is considered completely dead, and can vary from up too a couple of minutes to half an hour. When this healing process starts, it reconstructs Cyrus's body in perfect condition, healing any aliment he had obtained before his death. Cyrus's aging gets progressively slower until stopping once his body has fully matured. His body can regenerate out of thin air, if his body is completely destroyed.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 144lbs

Appearance: Cyrus looks sickly and is deathly pale. His skin is clear and smooth and is also completely flawless of any marks, it has a unhealthy green tinge to it however and upon touch is unusually cold. Cyrus's body is relatively lean, and looks almost malnourished. His body does contains muscles, but they look strained and always tired they seem small and compact against his bones, giving them a weak look, however contrary to this Cyrus is fairly strong and robust and can take quite a beating. Cyrus has a rounded face, and puffy cheeks which lack pigmentation they fall flat against the surface of his jaw, his mouth is slightly too small for his face and curls downwards giving him a constant frown, behind his mouth is blindly white teeth which appear small, but look pointed. Another defining feature about Cyrus is his eyes, which are a misty grey, with very small irises, the outer layer of his eyes are a milky white, which are also bloodshot constantly, bags also hang underneath them. Cyrus's hair is out of control, and is usually sprawled out as a mop as thick strands of black hair are always scattered across his head, it's completely uncontrollable and even if he did brush it, it'd just sprawl back out into its previous style.

Personality: Cyrus is a very cynical and pessimistic person, he is unusually arrogant and cocky due to the fact that he can't actually die, he revels in his ability and often charges ahead not really caring for the consequences of situations. Cyrus doesn't know the meaning of fear, as to him he's pretty much immune to his biggest fear so he parades around, in his own world and although he can be brought back down to reality he'll be very defiant about it. His cynical, pessimistic outlook is due to his situation as he is trapped in a place where he is forced to die again and again, and although he can shrug most of it off and not let it faze him, it eventually gets to him making him wallow in his own self-pity until he can regain himself Cyrus is deeply sarcastic, and possesses a fast wit, as he often makes light on a certain death situation, as he knows he'll come out unfazed, although he claims not to fear death each time Cyrus dies it's a harrowing experience, and he doesn't want to do it again it is like aversion therapy, but in total if the situation calls for it he'll lay down his life, even if it could be seen as avoidable and unnecessary. Cyrus is most of the time brash and head on, wanting to get things over and done with, he absolutely hates waiting and cannot handle it, he has the patience of a sparrow and is often seen disregarding most people. Cyrus's last trait is his intelligence he is cunning and sly, often using others to further his own goals, while trying to remain out of the scene and somewhat illusive, he always has a plan up his sleeve even at the most basic of times.

History: Cyrus wasn't raised in the circus like most, he was tricked into joining up with them and when he wanted out, they killed him and forced him to be apart of their little freak show. Cyrus ran away from home, after finding out he was a freak of sorts, and he figured he could make some money off of it somehow, however no one believed him, until he found the circus. When he actually did prove to them, that he did indeed have a unique talent, they snapped him right up and he began mutilating himself for the entertainment of others, until he eventually grew tired of it as he didn't get paid for it. He figured he could sell his ability somewhere else for a lot more, he didn't tell the Circus he was leaving however as he knew they might force him to stay, but someone had ratted him out and he was forced to join the freak's ranks.

So begins...

Cyrus's Story

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus

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Cyrus looked down brazenly before shuddering at the storm outside the Ringmaster's tent, he was never one for storms they were just so loud and unnecessary to him although for some odd reason he found the rain calming and oddly comforting. He adjusted himself against the bars of his cage, assuming a more comfortable position. His eyes scanned the outside of his cage, he couldn't really see but he did see a vague outline of other cages, which resided in the tent. Were others in here with him? He wasn't particularly sure, but he figured so as he certainly knew he wasn't the only freak here, he knew that much from his vague time as a willing employee here. Cyrus's eyes began to drift open and shut casually, until he heard a voice "Umm... H-Hello?" Cyrus's eyes snapped open and he nodded to himself, he knew he was right, others were in here.

"Someone there?" one of the people here responded, so that was three freaks including him. Cyrus paused before thinking of a plan to find out if anymore people were in here. As Cyrus was formulating a plan, he heard a roar it didn't sound angry though it sounded weird, Cyrus couldn't describe it. Cyrus shook his head before he began thinking again. A frail but cunning idea popped into his head, and he began whistling a haunting melody, mostly to creep out anyone who was in here with him. There were two main reasons for this: to see how many actually got scared; so he could find out how many were in here. He doubted all would respond but it'd give him a vague idea. Cyrus continued to do so, while scratching the bars absentmindedly, to generate more atmosphere. Cyrus also figured it'd be a good laugh, but he doubted any of the other freaks would think so, but it'd still be hilarious to him and that's all that matters after all.

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus

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Romulus looked at the two who had spoken up, his eyes were perfect for the dim light. He could make out one that resembled a plant, the other smelled like a reptile. "I'm fine.. My pride hurts more then the shock does.." The great lion studied the cage he was in, it did not have some of the luxuries others had. It was simply empty, the top was to low for him to stand fully. Suddenly he heard someone whistling, gradually becoming annoyed, added by his already brewing anger at the thunder he roared loudly. Matching the intensity of the thunder, "Quit the damned whistling and tell me who all of you are." he said authoritatively. It was his self defense when he was stuck in a situation he couldn't handle.

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus

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Dryad heard whistling then a roar and felt a tad drop of anger. "Quiet down... Or do you wanna get us all in trouble..." Dryad sighed. "I'm close to the light switch il try and turn on another light then we can see how many of us there are.." She moved to the edge of her cage and reached her hands through the bar she stretched painfully and the edge of her finger brushed a switch she stretched again and managed to hit the light switch turning on two more lights allowing her to see who had been whistling. "My name is Dryad... As you can tell... I'm a plant." She sat back down the thorns and vines on her body retreating revealing her more human form.

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Aaron

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Aaron was fast asleep when he awoke from at first voices then the lights came on. He was in his cage and on the ground. He sighed as he sat up cross-legged. and leaned back and looked around at everyone who was there. He didn't say a word though. He had no reason to but he might ask a question or so. "Why were the lights turned on?" He asked as he looked at the girl he thought did it. Aaron let out a yawn. He then rubbed his eyes so that he could see everything correctly.

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Cyrus sighed hesitantly before he pulled himself up, he barely fit inside the cage but he could just about stand up. He used the bars as support as he maneuvered through to one of the closer corners, as the lights flashed on and flooded his eyes he winced before hissing "Damn, that hurts." How long had he spent in the dark anyway? He couldn't remember but it had been awhile, and although light was a pleasant change of scenery, his eyes wasn't accustom to it. The tent was now illuminated and he could see quite a few others, he ran a cool eye over each of them casually examining them individually, a few had odd deformities but some looked fairly normal.

"My name is Dryad... As you can tell... I'm a plant." Cyrus's eyes focused on her, as her body seemed to shift into a more human-like state, he slowly acknowledged her presence by nodding, then quickly adding "That's pretty cool." If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well get to know the people here otherwise it'd be awfully boring. "I am Romulus, The Silver-Eyed Lion King; I was captured and sent here as a means to shock my army into surrendering. I'm sure they'll be here eventually and we'll get out of here" Cyrus's attention was drawn onto this Romulus he seemed to be the one who was roaring, also the one that demanded authority from everyone else. What was he on about? Did they drug him or something? Cyrus casually stated in his usual sarcastic manner, "They didn't drug you did they?" he then added, "Because whatever they gave you is some heavy class shit... you're tripping balls."

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Aaron

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Jed was quiet for a while, listening to everyone around him. He could hear the voice from earlier introduce herself as Dryad. Then another name. Romulus. He didn’t think introducing himself to a bunch of people was important but then he shrugged thinking why not? He had done it to many times to count. Jed slowly stood up and turned around gripping his hands on the metal bars. It wasn’t until he heard somebody say something sarcastic to Romulus that he snorted. ”Making friends already” he thought. Jed looked at Dryad. “I’m Jed” he said yawning. A light smirk was plastered on his face, as his snake like tongue slowly slid out of his mouth. “Lizard Boy” he added and flicked his tongue just for emphasis. "Lights were on because it was dark as hell" he muttered in response to Aaron.

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Dryad sighed and looked at Cyrus. "The ringmaster never use's drugs on people... He prefers making them suffer a harsh reality...I know he practically raised me..." She hugged her knees and let her head rest on her knees as she admired a vine growing on her arm. She sat and concentrated hard it took most of her energy but she managed to make her vine grow reach out of her cage and wrap around an abandoned bottle of water and drag it back to her cell. She grabbed the water bottle and drank thirstily which restored some of her energy but not all using any of her abilities drained her nearly completely but water was necessary for life. She sighed and leaned against her bed frame. "well...Il be honest I thought I was the only freak here...But I'm kinda happy to know I'm not alone..."

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Aaron Character Portrait: Dean Blake

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Dean Blake

Dean's eyes opened as he sleepily heard the sound of voices. It was thundering. His box was pushed inside of the tent from what he could see and the lights were on. He stood and walked around his little 12 by 12 cube still wishing there was a crack or a weak point he could use. After a failed search he took to eaves dropping on the conversation.
It seemed to him that the Silver Eyed Lion King was here due to his latest failure in his efforts against the humans- this one getting him locked up in a cage with a shock collar around his neck. He remembered when the Ringmaster tried putting a collar on him. That ended badly for the Ringmaster. Dean would still laugh at him as he limped by his cage.
Dean sat quietly listening to the conversation going on. That naïve little plant, thinking she was the only freak here and defending the Ringmaster! She had to be spoken to. Dean smacked the glasslike material with his hand interrupting the conversation taking place. It glowed an icy blue, storing the kinetic energy that was just exerted to it. "Dryad," he said in his usual relaxed but serious tone, "Let's not scare our new guest. It's only his first night, and he isn't even adjusted to his cage yet." Dean did feel bad speaking in as condescending a tone as possible to Dryad, but the feelings were directed towards the lion. Even inside his glass walls he had heard of what the so called King had done and to be honest Dean saw him as more of a tyrant than a king. He hated people who thought they were better than everyone else with a passion. "But honestly, did you really think there were no other people here like you? I remember the day you joined the carnival. You don't remember anyone's abilities? Ohm, Rockman? Anyone?"

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Dryad sighed and shook her head. "Don't attack your shock collar... It will only make it worse and cause more pain for you... Not to mention its making you weaker and in this place storing up your energy is always a good idea." Dryad looked over at Dean and waved smiling gently. "Hi Dean... and sorry I d-don't mean to be scary...And I'm not...Am I???" Suddenly feeling very embarrassed and self conscious the vines on her body began to grow and wrap around herself as if trying to hide her. She hugged her knees more and buried her face. "I remember Rockman... He was the only one who did not throw rocks at my head...I really appreciated that..."

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Character Portrait: Romulus Character Portrait: Dryad Character Portrait: Jed Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Aaron Character Portrait: Dean Blake

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Dean Blake

"She's right. Storing energy is something that would do you well." He chuckled to himself at the joke about his abilities. Dean always thought she was sweet, holding a soft spot in his heart for her. "And Dryad, you weren't all that scary don't worry. Come out of the vines. You're the most polite of all of us. You just need to remind yourself that we've been here longer than anyone. You don't owe anything to this guy. He may be a king among his own people, but he is just another attraction here. He is no better than any of us. He should learn that before trying to assert himself as entitled." He heard Dryad sob a little at the Rockman comment. "Dryad, I know it sucks that they're gone- I still miss them too- but we can't let what happened to them happen to us."
He then directed his speech towards Romulus "As for you, you do deserve pleasantries- you did nothing to deserve not receiving them to me. My name is Dean but as you can clearly see on my box they call my attraction Life Energy. Welcome to my home. I have been here almost as long as The Carnival has been around. Dryad arrived shortly afterwards. I think you will fit in fine here once you get accustomed to it." He stared at the lion man sitting in the cage that was too small for his large stature. He felt a bit of regret seeing as that used to be his own crib before he moved into a cage and the Ringmaster and his men turned it into a cage by adding a roof.

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"Great...." Cyrus sighed hearing the speeding chaos out of the tent, "Well looks like I should slip away from this party..." He edged up to his cage pulling out a small bobby pin and a screw driver. Cyrus was whistling once again while the perfect diversion outside distracted everyone, while he scrambled against the lock trying to find its sweet spot, it took him several minutes but this was a very complex lock. After his bobby pin broke, he resorted to forcing it open with the screwdriver, which ironically worked a lot quicker then the bobby pin. As Cyrus pushed himself out of the cage, he let out a short laugh he went to walk but fell a couple of times, he hadn't walked for ages and had all but forgot. "Get up..." He muttered to himself, pushing himself up off the ground and although he looked strange doing it, he managed to walk.

As Cyrus emerged he saw the chaos, death was in the air. This didn't bother Cyrus as he had actually died before, and this time it was no different, except he wasn't doing the dying. These people were getting a fate they deserved. He pushed himself past the tent, and nodded shortly before heading towards a random direction. When walking he didn't notice a guard, which bumped into him falling onto him.
He wasn't a threat though, his throat had been slashed he was dying... perfect. Cyrus angled up, while holding the guard's head almost poetically, he faked concern "Aww... you're dying! Are you ready Billy! Ready for the great blue yonder?" he didn't know the guard's name of course he just wanted to make it painful for him. His voice slowly built up contempt and anger, "Because Billy, there's nothing. No light just nothingness, enjoy." he pushed the guard off his knee, he seemed still alive and, was actually crying. Cyrus laughed cruelly before brushing his clothes off casually.

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Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Dean Blake Character Portrait: Bal-Sagoth

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Dean Blake

"Wait! We should wait for one more person or it won't matter how many times we attack him! We still have no lock on Cyrus!"

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Dean Blake

"Well, I guess my vote would be that some of us search for an instantaneous unlocking mechanism for the bracelets that won't work unless in direct contact with The Ringmaster's while others search for and find Cyrus who disappeared in the destruction tonight. I don't know who his is with, if anyone but if we want a shot at killing The Ringmaster, his bracelet should be the first to come off."
Dean felt Dryad lean against him and again he actually felt her touching him. Not just the kinetic energy. He wracked his brain for an explanation as to why her touch did not affect him.

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Cyrus twisted around curiously as the commotion only got larger, and he had no intention of sticking around to find out what was happening. His eyes focused of the rear end of the Circus, as he recalled an exit being there. He began striding briskly through the ensuring chaos, as he blended in perfectly he was just another person trying to get away. Although he held no fear on his face, he was completely confident about his predicament so no one thought nothing of him, and completely ignored him a feeling that he had long since missed.

As he reached the exit, which only had a few people slipping passed it frantically to escape, his lips slowly parted into a grin. "Well if I had known it'd been this easy to escape I'd have gotten out ages ago." Although he hadn't been trapped there particularly long, it felt like years to him. He pushed past the exit, and took a gasp of the fresh air, before stopping in mid-pace he took one last look at the carnival before laughing manically at how easy it had been to escape, he then turned around walking at a completely average pace, whilsting like nothing in the world could stop him.

As Cyrus continued along, he found himself walking down a long winding road it seemed to go on forever, his eyes widened at the site but he gathered slight comfort from the fact that he was putting distance between him and the Circus. The first thing he gathered that he'd do, was perhaps go public about this, try to get as much attention as possible and get a heap load of cash out of it, and that was all he'd ever wanted from the beginning. He doubted anyone would beleive him at first, but hey not being able to die did gather attention from what he gathered.

After several minutes of walking, Cyrus felt an itchy sensation come into contact with his arm he sighed hesitantly, before pulling up his sleeve revealing the bracelet that he had been forced to wear ever since he came to the Circus. He muttered to himself hazily, "No it's not enough to mentally, and physically scar me they have to brand me aswell." he shook his head before resuming his former pace. He figured he'd be able to get it off with some tools or something, or he could always just cut off his own arm a prospect that didn't bring much excitement to him but he'd rather do that then retain this mark, which he viewed as an insult.

As he continued, his eyes spotted a small shack which had gotten closer. It wasn't that far off, and Cyrus just wanted to sleep, sleep without being in the Circus. Sleep knowing that he was free and wasn't going to wake up in that shitty place again. As he walked towards it, his eyes scanned for anything living, he heard nothing, as for the shack it was made of wood and was barely standing, it had various tools, and a bench which looked rotted from decay, but it still felt better than the Circus's accommodations. He brushed passed the tools, and adopted a fetal position on the bench, before yawning and slowly closing his eyes, drifting slowly but surely to sleep.

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Character Portrait: Cyrus Character Portrait: Faith

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Four laid back on the car, very quietly. She didn't want to alert the people driving. Suddenly A sign caught her eye. It was for the circus. No! They had been driving in the wrong direction. The drove down a sort of barren, long winding road. She could see the circus ahead. She jumped off the car and the car continued on. She wondered what was going on in the circus right now. Maybe there was something in there that she could use to get this stupid bracelet off. She snuck into the tent and there wasn't anybody there. Not even the ringmaster. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She decided to sit down and eat something she had brought with her. She then searched for more money and food, and hopefully a pair of clothes that suited her four arms. She found two more pairs and shoved them into her backpack. Her backpack was a little empty from leaving most of the stuff with the others, and so she was happy to be restocking. She looked around for some sort of maintenance room. She ran through the circus, her eyes darting this way and that. She spotted a door with -employees only- on the top of it.

She skidded to a halt and opened the door. She shuffled around to find maintenance stuff. She found a hammer, wrench, a small saw, and pliers. she sat down and started trying to hammer the bracelet off. It didn't really do anything except scrape up some paint chips. She then tried the wrench but all it did was make shallow grooves in the bracelet. The pliers were no better. SHe finally resorted to sawing at the bracelet. It only scratched all the paint off, and dinged up the surface. It was no use! How was she going to get this stupid thing off? She then started pulling at it, using her strength. It created scrapes and dings but nothing else. She sat down, frustrated. She looked around for anything else that might be useful, and spotted a flashlight. That could be helpful, maybe. She shoved it into her backpack and stood up. It was no use staying here, the ringmaster might be somewhere.

She slipped out of the maintenance room and exited the circus. She looked around. No cars seemed to be going by. She didn't want to sit here and wait for one, so she started off down the long rode. She decided to walk instead of run, mostly because she had a long day. By now the sky was dark and she was looking for shelter. She spotted a shack, which was better than nothing, and ran toward it. The sky was a dark blue and she opened the door. she looked in and two eyes were staring back at her. She shrieked in surprise and fell back onto a bucket. She grabbed the flashlight from her bag and flipped it on, casting shadows across the room. She sighed in relief as she recognized who it was.

Cyrus

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Cyrus's eyes shot open as he slid off the bench and into a more defensive position, the shriek that had entered his ears caused him to let out a yell of his own before his eyes came into focus and he was silent. The person in the room with him had fallen backwards into a bucket or something, Cyrus twisted his head before rising slowly off the bench to investigate, a light flashed on and he winced before hissing at the light which flooded through to his eyes he raised his hand instinctively to protect them briefly, the person had turned on a flashlight. After a second or so his eyes had adjusted to the amount of light in the area, and he slowly removed his hands, he heard a sigh of relief from the person in the bucket, which made him more curious before shocking him outright, it was Four he hadn't seen her a lot but he did have a vague assumption of what she looked like and what she was capable of, deciding she'd probably be an ally in the circumstances that had followed the Circus, Cyrus approached her more confidently before jokingly suggesting, "I thought you have four times better, balance..." he paused briefly before offering his hand to her, to help her up.

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Four smiled and took his hand, after holding out two and then quickly dropping one of them. "Yes, but whenever I walk into what appears to be an abandoned shack, and see someone in there, it tends to startle me. I assume you came here seeking shelter also?" Four set her bag down and ran her fingers through her purple hair. "So why didn't you go with the others? Why did you stay at the circus?" Four flipped the bucket over and sat down. She tugged at her bracelet that was cutting into her skin. She noticed that Cyrus had one too. That meant that the ringmaster couldn't be killed unless that bracelet came off somehow. She flicked her flashlight up at the tools hanging around. Maybe some of them could cut the bracelets.