Lord Cyrius

*"You've pushed me, scoundrel. And I don't want to hinder myself further for your pity"*

## Cyrius Oltic Dafydd

### Aliases

Lord CyriusChancellor Cyrius

Lord of Castell Aberystwyth

Chancellor Of The Empire

The Brass Menace

Tin-Can

Tin-Man

Brass-Boy

### Relatives

Owain Llei Dafydd (Father)Angharad Dafydd (Mother)

Star (Daughter-adopted)

Nico (Son-adopted)

King Rhys (Son-adopted)

Minni (Daughter-stepfather)

Memi(Daughter-stepfather)

Moomin(Son-stepfather)

### Affiliation

Chancellor for King ScireSuperior to many of the Empire

### Occupation

Lord of Aberystwyth, Chancellor of The Empire for His Majesty King Scire

## Biographical information

### Marital status

King Scire (Boyfriend-Romantic/Sexual)Pebbie (Boyfriend-Sexual)

Klaus Kaiser (Boyfriend-Romantic)

Worm The Jester (Boyfriend-Sensual)

Josif Witherthorn (Boyfriend-Romantic/Sensual)

## **Description**

### Overview

Cyrius Oltic Dafydd, Lord of Aberystwyth and Chancellor to His Majesty's empire, is the first villain to appear within the Cymru Empire story, arriving at the start during an unexpected meeting with Howler, Arty and Worm. He is one of the main villains of the story, only overshadowed by King Scire. His role within the story is to provide protection to the King and a hierarchy within the enemy. However, he is also the most morally grey of the Monarchists. At one point, attempting to join the enemy in an attempt to find a better life. Cyrius has demonstrated a sort of "Glass Cannon" archetype. His very being has the capabilities to wipe out most opponents; and has demonstrated this on numerous occasions. However, multiple parts of his body can be obstructed or destroyed to kill or greatly disable him. This is due to his robotic augmentations acting, primarily, less as an enhancement and more of a life support system

### Appearance

Cyrius is a 210cm white male hailing from Wales, the heart of the Empire. Prior to his "tragic incident", a tattoo of his family heritage remained upon his left shoulder. Issued at six months old. This Tattoo was a daffodil, split in half by a sword. Currently, robotics envelop his body. Robotics contain the left side of his face, aside of his mouth. The left side of his body and a large portion of his torso. Limbs have details similar to bone structures. The torso has a glass panel which shows the inside of his boiler, which works as his circulation system. The entirety of these robotics are created by various steels, plated with Brass and Aluminium. His hair is a light shade of ginger and his human eye a blue that resembled the sea. And his cheeks are speckled with freckles. As for the clothing, is would be various suits and smart attire consisting of orange, black, yellow red and brown. His most memorable being an orange top hat with a black belt, a black undershirt, black and orange tie, yellow and orange jacket, black trousers and brown shoes. Along with a leather sachet to carry important items.

### Personality

Cyrius is a stubborn man. as many layers as his attire. These can depend on a multitude of factors per circumstance. For instance, their relation to him, his previous/current situation, his level of stress. On a casual day, Cyrius is a calculating, compassionate, understanding fellow. If one were to bring up something to trigger some... *negative situations..* He immediately becomes panicked, stricken with hysteria and fear. On the opposite spectrum, meet an over-confident Cyrius and he becomes unforgiving, cocky, dangerous. His emotions can change on a whim, but change plenty more than what he lets off.

### Extra Information

* Sexuality - homosexual, Polyamorous
* Pronouns - he/they
* Ethnicity - Welsh/Sicilian
* Languages spoken - English, Welsh, Italian (Non-fluent), Germanic (Non-fluent)

## **Abilities**

### Mechanical prowess

During his life, Cyrius has been bestowed abilities by both himself and the kings by means of advancements in his technology. His mechanical limbs possess incredible speed and manoeuvrability, as well as strength without the hinderance of nerves. Effortlessly bending the arm in abnormal ways to assault an attacker with forces that have, on record, caved in skulls. His leg has given him powerful propulsions as a means to gain ground. As for more offensive matters, his robotic appendage is able to be altered and changed. He also has a hidden weapon within his glowing eye socket, an eye that links to the vacuum boiler that can let out waters reaching temperatures of 400 degrees centigrade. However, this is a supposed "last resort" in most cases as the water is taken from his boiler; his life support. Hidden within the metallic forearm is a cassette tape which will record and play whatever sentence Cyrius allows to be heard. This cassette also helps with silence or whispering, picking it up from the ear and increasing the volume using strange technology within his ear canal to understand the sentence.

### Weaponry/Arsenal.

Within his Sachet lay his appendages. Pieces of metal that can be changed with his hand depending on circumstance. The majority of the ones he carries normally are weapons. His original is a four-pronged hook. Which is able to rotate at speeds which an appropriate description of it's usage would be "mincing." Another is a bulbous conduit which he can use to expel a bolt of lightning. A more favoured weapon is a portable flamethrower, which takes used minerals and tissue from his furnace (which would also include the gasses trapped inside) and expels it out to be lit by small flame. Unleashing a blaze almost similar to a wicked, twisted napalm. On the opposite spectrum, a least favoured is the Fan Blade, able to be pivoted at 90 degrees to work like an edge grinder. The distaste resides from an satisfactory experience. Finally, the last "weapon" is a double-bladed war axe. To which he rarely uses for it being "inferior in most cases."

### In the name of The King

Though Scire may be the Tyrant king, he would be nothing without his People. And thus his people are what he altered the most. Be it of father's will or will of his own, he chose to turn Cyrius into a tool. A well crafted tool. The Lord himself has been given almost unnerving programming provided by a mysterious mechanic that neither have relations to. To which has bestowed Cyrius with alerts to whenever his majesty falls into peril. These include damages given, the location and distance. Thanks to French technology, the radio was invented. This was implemented into his brain as to overhear any frequency and gather information. It is unknown how most of these technologies were manufactured. Along with this, the cyborg has been developing a form of unrueing confidence and malice. If triggered, normally by the determination for gain or wish to conquest, his mind resents most morality or empathy. His primary emotions being only to reach his goal. He has reportedly "strung people up by their limbs and cut their skin away day by day until their cold hearts remained a month later." This subconscious mentality is what brings Cyrius his reputation and respect. Once he had become lord, this reputation advanced to those he ordered and commanded. Leading to thousands joining his aid in whatever be deemed necessary. There are cases, upon life-threatening situations, where Cyrius removes all forms of morality in pursuit of his goals. Be it for the king or himself. During this state of being, he is rather animalistic. Hellbent of bloodshed and inflicting trauma. There has apparently been cases where his eye "Lost all colour and moulded into one big pupil." Lastly, he was given the perception to sniff out any lie from anyone. Apart from a few exceptions.

## **Backstory**

### Early life

#### Family

Cyrius was born as the son of Owain Llei Dafydd and Angharad Dafydd. Located in Aberystwyth castle on 15th January, 1829. His mother was born Half Mosaic Imp. One of these two Mosaic genes were incompatible with humans and caused defects, which was passed to Cyrius. For him, he was born 60cm tall and stayed roughly that size for most of his young life. Even as his body altered from a baby and more as a child. Cyrius' upbringing was an undesirable one. Owain Dafydd followed a heritage of slavery, xenophobia and elitism, expecting Cyrius to follow the same. Angharad, currently struggling with an underlying mental condition(s) which could be due to the defections, was neglectful, cruel and manipulative. Both of them heckled and bullied their child, mistreating them due to his friendships and disobedience. Owain constantly taught him Imperial propaganda and the belief of Slavery and elitism being the way of life and the keeping of order (clearly wrong, mind you.) Any retorts Cyrius would make would resort in slander.

#### Mild hope

When Cyrius was but six years old, he was still a mere 60cm in the winter days. One day prior, he was locked out of his parent's castle due to his backtalk habit. And the current day had an unexpected January blizzard. The snow was thick, Rheidol freezing over. His body was not designed to deal with this type of weather, thus he lay in the snowed streets. Slowly dying of hypothermia as his body became reminiscent to a snowy rock. However, this was not his time. A fluffy, anthropomorphic pig child, not only a few years older, spotted him. Josif the Pig rescued Cyrius and sought shelter at Josif's mother's home. Who's name was betty. Saving the boy's life, Cyrius grew fond of them and became friends quite soon. However, it became clear he could not stay for too long. After merely days of rescue Owain and Angharad sent a death threat to anyone found with the child until his return. And thus, Cyrius went back to the castle. Only returning to Josif's home once a week. Luckily, it was enough to keep Cyrius mentally stable

#### The first Siege

On 10th March, 1839, the first rebellion groups began to arise in Wales. Aberystwyth, under the tyrannical rule of Lord and Lady Dafydd, was no exception. During the morn, the castle was under siege by the peasant population. Guards were slowly overpowered and the corridors were scavenged for the royals. Sadly for them, they had fled once the mob was seen upon the horizon... But had left someone behind. Be it on accident or not, Cyrius was left to his own. Hiding and weeping within a cupboard. However, the boy was soon located and *dragged* out by the peasants. To where the guards were being held, soon to be treated like one of them. The savage army grabbed his limbs and head, pulling with ferocity until he was forcibly ripped into chunks.

### servitude

#### First recruitment

Ina Miller, a prised mechanic and engineer within the Aberystwyth area, came across the boy's remains a mere hour after the mob had left the castle. Short of time, the lass grabbed two limbs and the head of the child before riding back to the workshop. Whilst Betty, days after, found what was left and buried the boy beside the castle itself. Ina Miller used her engineering prowess to almost completely revive Cyrius. Aside from a few memories. The mechanic wished to train and teach the boy, however her "sudden project" cost her taxation money due from her. As a result, she traded the boy to the king himself. Who gave Cyrius the job of one of the many Royal Servants. There is not too much information on this time, as most of it was merely struggling obedience to the monarchy. However, he did grow significantly between the ages of 11-13. Becoming a ginormous figure with a fragile mind.

#### Horrid manipulation

During his time as a young servant, he had the unfortunate fate of falling into the clutches of a man named Brutus Altemunze, an ally to the Monarchy at the time. Brutus was a horrid, lustful beast. Someone who would manipulate the servants into becoming his play toys until Brutus saw no use to them. Cyrius was no different, becoming little more than a scared, abused, quiet boy once more. The details, for the sake of the reader, shall remain undisclosed. But needless to say the boy's mental state and physical state had been shattered for years.

#### Everything For The Crown

Once Cyrius became 16, his ties with His Majesty had grown. Becoming the right-hand-man in all but title during meetings in the war room. For Cyrius' loyalty, King Scire bestowed him the rank of Chancellor. His power and capabilities rising tremendously. The king was not done, bestowing the boy his own room, attire and rights for weaponry. Cyrius took this opportunity immediately, wearing his brand new suit with pride. One he wears to this day. During the following months, he would manufacture his primary weaponry arms, joining the Chancellor Pact and assisted in the taking of Western Russia. Thus building the Fire Wall that held back the snow. But sadly, he followed his father's footsteps. Becoming a slave trader for cocoa beans that he used to create his Chocolate company. Powered by steam. His empathy being corrupted by what programming His Majesty had put inside him.

#### **TW:** The trade is cruel

During his first two years of power, Cyrius joined the Order Of Trade. A cruel, tyrannical group of slave traders that fed off their wealth like hogs. This would be where Cyrius would find his enslaved, scarring their back with his mincing ability. After, they would be shipped to Africa for work. Quotas that were not reached would result in torture and horrors beyond description before being promptly murdered under the castle. This horrid work waged for two years... That was until he stumbled upon those who he effected. Sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, husbands, wives, mothers and fathers. For a month, this tormented his brain. A mind which was beginning to overpower the King's meddling. And with that... His programming falters, causing him to weep from his doing. In the following weeks he halved the quantity of slaves, sealed up the dungeons below and made the slavery a prison sentence that lasted two years instead of eternity. Making his work indiscriminate, yet still terrible. Only ending his trades entirely a year later, in the Autumn of 1848, when the programming faltered to the point of removing all connection to his brain. As he put it, "being knocked into shape."

## **Weaknesses**

* The cogs upon his shoulder can be shot off to produce malfunctions within his body.
* The time to switch between appendages can be long, losing his sachet is devastating.
* Cyrius needs constant refilling of his Boiler and Furnace. Much more than a common human.
* Using the Eye Spray too much will empty his boiler.
* Having syrups or viscus items like chocolate funnelled down his emergency water pipe (located on his neck) will cause his boiler to fail.
* Damage to the boiler or furnace and lead to death and/or fires.
* If you can stop his flimsy piston from pumping for ten seconds, he will die on the spot due to steam build-up and a lack of oxygen to the brain.

## **Quotes**

**(To Arty)** *"frankly, I believe you're ruining your own life. You're no savant. No loner. You didn't have the heart to want to try and save some slaves. Or listen to your buddy. Or help another bud instead of trying to shoot me. Remember something clear: I always have tricks you wretched woman. Might wanna heal that would Arty. You're useless without a bullet."*

**(To Fujiko)** *"The flesh eating killers, I only heard of you roughly one or two days ago and yet you're so easy to track down. Just what in God's name are you doing"*

**(To Yaeger)** *"... w-what!? I'm a man of science and that's the best you can come up with to why I steal your literal lifeforce? Assuming it's for a dildo no less!?"*

**(To Agares)** *"Well you must be deaf, old age had it coming? I said it was a warning. A threat is much more aggressive. I wonder if you know what threats are, seeing as you threaten to kill and DO kill the innocent young."*

**(To Scire)** *"YOU HAVE NO HEART, SO LETS SEE IF YOU HAVE A BRAIN TOO! YOU DON'T HAVE NEITHER FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN. SO I'LL RIP IT OUT FOR MYSELF!"*

**(To Roy)** *"12,000 infantrymen with 12 round muskets, wearing light armour. 3,460 demolition-expertise soldiers with heavy armour. 300 flamethrower troops with flame-retardant garments. 200 regiments. All of them of lower training from a few of the Welsh Empire territories of Europe. Taking over all the Liberationist land that was on any territory and has claimed it for Wales and Her Empire in under five minutes. These lands will be used to assist the Altemunze clan and the Altemunze members in the Kaiser territory if they so wish to. We made the conquering of the new world look trivial. Your forces? Who needed help from another clan you forced to make help eighty years ago and STILL having trouble to deal with? A drop of piss in the Atlantic ocean. If you do not comply or do not meet my standards in time, we will take over your territory. And anyone who dares interfere shall gain the same fate. The governments of your land will have their bodies grounded and heads placed on statues along the coasts. Your previous turf? If you're lucky I let someone like Azazel rule as lord. Or I can just place a puppet or another lord to do the job. You shall mean nothing to me. My conquest of the Shifter lands will be nothing and once I deal with both you and the rebellion I shall face the uprising in Japan. His majesty shall control EVERY landmass under the light of this star that dare not join our alliance or speak our ways. Order, Discipline, Obedience. The empire taught this world this a century ago and we will have no qualms teaching some scaly fuck the same things AGAIN."*

## **Trivia**

* Cyrius' name derives from the word "Citrus." Which is within Orange. Which explains his love for warm colours such as that.
* He is meant to be a recreation of the portrayer's oldest character. Trying to show how much he has progressed in storytelling.
* Cyrius has ASD, PTSD and SAD. But due to the understanding of the mental state at the time, not all of these are diagnosed or are helped with.
* His "four pronged hook" was once a C-Hook. But the creator failed at making the C-Hook look like it was spinning so Scire's portrayer created artwork with it Four-Pronged. Which was a much better design.