Cyrrus

(formerly known as Cloudy)

Full name: unknown

Gender: male

Pronoun/s: he/him

Backstory: Nobody knows how Cyrrus came into existance, not even himself. All it is known is that he fell from the skies one strange day.

 The clouds had suddenly convereged into one huge thunderstorm. The village beneath shuddered in fear, as not even the elders had seen anything of such magnitude. They had all gathered in the villa, the biggest house in a hundred kilometres. The host offered as many blankets and hot drinks as they could. Just as the storm seemed to be at its worst point, the clouds circled around to create a ring, and from that eye of the storm a figure descended. The skies cleared completely soon after. There was not a single cloud in sight. The villagers gathered around the unconscious form. It looked both humanoid and animalistic, but it was neither. Clouds gathered around it, but they were soft and ethereal, unlike the ones before. 

When Cyrrus came back to his senses, he knew nothing of what he was or where he came from. The villagers adopted him and named him, some even called him an angel sent by the gods to help them. And angel or not, he did help them, clearing the skies when the day needed to, and bringing rain when the crops were thirsty. 

But that didn't last long. Cyrrus longed for something; he couldn't quite tell what. With the blessings of all the villagers, he set to travel around the world, in hopes of figuring out his true nature.