Cyril (Scarftail)

Once upon a time, there was an extremely technologically advanced utopian civilization. Like all utopias, it was surrounded by a dystopia full of poor, miserable and smelly people led by a stupid but inexplicably attractive hero, all of whom decided one day to attack the utopia's inhabitants. It was after the horrible and extremely bloody civil war that Cyril was born, his job being to guide the lost souls to wherever it was they were meant to go. With most of the souls lost in the war already having been sent away by other spiritual guides, he was left with all the teachers, scientists, doctors and intellectuals that the (tragically martyred) hero’s more intelligent and very manipulative “mentor” (now lord emperor of the new republic) was methodically chopping through like the tops of carrots. Unfortunately for him, the souls he was supposed to guide had their own ideas about where they were supposed to be going and regularly got themselves (and him) lost, both spatially and in months of pointless theological debate, until another (rather panicked) spirit guide had to be called in to deal with all the reported hauntings and show the confused (but thoroughly amused) scarftail what to do.

Things went pretty smoothly after that, especially since society regressing from space-age to sticks and stones in half a decade meant that his work became pretty boring and straightforward and also that he was smarter than everyone else, given all the fierce debates he had to participate in before someone else tried to tell him how to do his job. However, a couple of decades later there was another civil war, this time to depose a crazy and psychotic new lord from his throne. This resulted in another huge war, and lots of destruction, which resulted in another scarftail being born within his territory, who was cute and small and inexplicably very strict and serious and they worked uneasily together for awhile before eventually settling down into a more peaceable, sibling-like relationship.

The area the two lived and worked in was and had always been populated by various creatures, meaning they could blend into it fairly easily and live like normal people whenever they weren’t doing their day job. Which rapidly turned into their night job because, as it turned out, they needed money to live like normal people, and unlike some other areas in which scarftails lived, the people within their territory had no culture of spiritual worship and therefore did not build shrines and leave offerings for them. (Not that either of them particularly wanted one unless, Cyril insists, it was filled to the brim with pictures and sculptures of extremely muscular naked men). So they each took a day job and at night guided the dead (straight lines, don’t jostle) in shifts, with occasional days off to have fun and get some nice work-life balance in.

. . . it was at some point a few decades after that that they realized, some of the souls seemed to be going missing? And they searched around for awhile before finding out that oh, apparently a sexy young(-looking) necromancer had moved into town and was harvesting newly departed souls, and not to mention departing some poor souls himself for harvesting. The necromancer had heard of spiritual guides and had even killed and enslaved a few, but had never met one (the male one) that started their encounter by enthusiastically attempting to get to know him biblically. Eventually they settled on a quota system so the necromancer could get ahold of some souls without interrupting their work, and he could work without them interrupting his work (aside from an agreed-upon quota of unsolicited touching), and they would have a place to put the few souls they didn’t particularly feel like guiding today, or tomorrow, or the day after that. And so continues their peaceful and idyllic life.

ABILITIES:

• Self-Telekinesis
• Spatial Displacement