Cyrus — The Frenzied Flame
Before memory, there was only fire.
Cyrus awoke in a broken world with a broken past—his mind torn apart by mind flayers, his identity erased, leaving behind only the echo of something monstrous. The Dark Urge burned within him, a whisper tied to the blood of Bhaal, urging him toward slaughter, toward annihilation.
And for a time, that fire nearly consumed him.
But Cyrus did something few ever could.
He turned the flame inward—and mastered it.
Now he walks the path of redemption, not by extinguishing the inferno within him, but by aiming it. He has given himself a new purpose: to burn evil from the world so completely that nothing remains to threaten the innocent again.
They call him the Frenzied Flame.
Because when Cyrus unleashes his power, it does not resemble spellcasting.
It resembles cataclysm.
As a master of Red Draconic Sorcery, fire answers him like a living force. His magic does not flicker—it roars. Infernos spiral from his hands with terrifying precision, engulfing entire battlefields in searing destruction. His presence alone warps the air with heat, the ground cracking beneath the intensity of his power.
He is not just a mage.
He is a walking eruption.
And yet, for all his overwhelming destruction, Cyrus is not reckless. Beneath the flames lies a mind that is cold, calculating, and deeply pragmatic. He understands that burning everything is easy.
Burning only what must be burned—that is mastery.
If sparing an enemy today ensures the eradication of a greater evil tomorrow, Cyrus will let them live. He will let them believe they have escaped.
He will let them feel safe.
And then, when the moment is right—
he will return as a storm of fire they cannot survive.
To his allies, Cyrus is a terrifying protector—a man who will shoulder the burden of destruction so others don’t have to. To his enemies, he is the embodiment of judgment, a force that does not negotiate, does not relent, and does not forget.
Some call him a monster.
They are not wrong.
But they misunderstand one crucial truth:
Cyrus did not become a monster because he lost control.
He became one because he chose control.
When the sky glows red and the air itself begins to burn, there is no need to ask who has arrived.
Evil already knows.
Cyrus — the fire that cannot be extinguished, the will that cannot be broken, the destruction that walks with purpose.
He is not just powerful.
He is power.
The Frenzied Flame.
