Cyrus

Appearance
Cyrus has extremely dark brown hair that visibly extends down to his shoulders in luscious waves. However, it actually extends beyond this point, reaching to the middle of his rib cage, though not visible to the human eye. Much like his hair, Cyrus' eyes are a deep brown colour. While using his powers, his left eye turns gold. Cyrus stands at five six or seven, something he finds himself being quite self conscious about. He finds himself at the happy medium between skinny and muscular, an impressive jagged scar running down his torso as though someone had taken a chainsaw to him. Cyrus' clothing style could be summed up in three words. Casual. As. F***.

Personality
Cyrus is much more laid back than his closest friend Ari. Boyo smirks a lot and when he isn’t an emotional wreck, also smiles and laughs pretty easily. However, Cyrus also doesn’t heal very easily from trauma. After the death(s) of Ari, Cyrus would not leave his room at the Titans Tower for nearly a month and during that time, had completely foregone his own personal health. Gradually, he was able to move forward, and bounce back into his usual persona. He cares the most about Ari out of anyone. This is the reason he made the deal with Oenotherios that resulted in him fighting against Tim and Sin.

Tl;dr, when it comes to Ari, Cyrus is serious as shit

Powers
In his first life, he and Ari were offered up as sacrifices to appease the chaos primordial Oenotherios. Much to everyone’s astonishment Cyrus and Ari and were subsequently bound forever to the letters. The letters work in very mysterious ways. They are best described as sentient magical beings created by the god Oenotherios that now serve Cyrus and Ari. Note: the letters cannot heal the body that they are bound to. So Cyrus can heal Ari and vice versa, but they can’t heal themselves.

Quotes
''“Like I’m some sort of idiot? No. I’m not your pawn.”''

''“Don’t look at me like that! I’ll tell you the story later!”''

''“Alright. Now tell me what f***ed us all in the ass”''

''“Oh you sweet innocent soul. Children are the beings that will pass judgement over your every action. They miss nothing”''

''“Charles. If you tell me that I look good in a dress again, I swear I will shank you”''

“We’re lucky to be semi-adult-ish”

''“How did we get this many kids anyway? Has anyone been” eyebrow waggle “up to something while I was out angsting my ass off?”''

''“Then maybe you should talk to Red Robin. He’s rather……passionate”''

''“Hey. Asshat and I made a deal about this. So how about you f*** off?”''