Cyros was born the bastard son of a whore. Lost to a wager as debt to a<br>
card game. Raised as a slave and trained in the arts of deception, theft,<br>
and assassination. No lock was unbreakable. No bounty unobtainable. No<br>
lie that couldn't be sold. He became the most infamous story and the<br>
shadows were feared. Children would ring the fox's bell three times at<br>
night chanting his name.
The fox was so cunning he was also noticed by something else. Something<br>
much darker than anyone could have imagined. Cyros disappeared from the<br>
streets for quite some time. His name became only wives tales told to scare<br>
young children from the alleys. Cut throats and drunken thugs began to<br>
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<br>
darkness began to emerge once more. Cyros had been abducted to the shadow<br>
realm by his new master. He trained in the dark arts and was infused with<br>
the magic of the black mask. Guile had adopted him as child and dispatched<br>
him to Aabrahan as it's own embodiment.
Aabahran