Cyros

Cyros was born the bastard son of a whore. Lost to a wager as debt to a

card game. Raised as a slave and trained in the arts of deception, theft,

and assassination. No lock was unbreakable. No bounty unobtainable. No

lie that couldn't be sold. He became the most infamous story and the

shadows were feared. Children would ring the fox's bell three times at

night chanting his name.

The fox was so cunning he was also noticed by something else. Something

much darker than anyone could have imagined. Cyros disappeared from the

streets for quite some time. His name became only wives tales told to scare

young children from the alleys. Cut throats and drunken thugs began to

sloppily take over the mayhem in his absence as his memory passed.

Rumors of a pair of blinking eyes with a razor sharp smile staring from the

darkness began to emerge once more. Cyros had been abducted to the shadow

realm by his new master. He trained in the dark arts and was infused with

the magic of the black mask. Guile had adopted him as child and dispatched

him to Aabrahan as it's own embodiment.