Cyrus Hewmorne

Sex: Indeterminate
Gender: Male
Age: 42 cycles

Appearance
Cyrus has an immaculate, crisp look to him. His blonde hair, naturally curled, is combed downwards to crisp points, framing his soft featured face. Although not a particularly intimidating figure, at 5’ 3”, with a somewhat slender frame, the butler has a confident aura. His dark purple hued eyes are attentive, but gentle. His uniform is meticulously pressed on every layer, a source of pride to him.

Personality
Above all, Cyrus is a professional. He acts with an acute awareness of his status and role, and stubbornly refuses to compromise his duties. He is gentle and attentive, always trying to be the moral and upright figure. Unfortunately, he can also be rigid and small minded, unable, or possibly unwilling to look at the big picture. As such, valuing order and stability, Cyrus seems to focus more on being a good servant more than actually looking deeper at why, who, and if he should be obeying.

Background

From birth, Cyrus managed to put an end to the Hewmorne ambitions. The Centuuri family was slowly making a niche for themselves, with the matriarchs for the last five generations being known as competent lawyers for the courts. Cyrus’ own mother was even a judge, and well on her way to getting her house elevated to Takai, before being claimed by complications related to her child’s birth.
The child was not quite the right sex to be groomed as matriarch, not quite enough to continue on the family legacy either. Only by the pity of his late mother’s associates was his clan spared from losing everything. Despite being very similar to his mother, the courts weren’t for males, instead he was assigned at a young age to be a servant to the golden palace.
It was there he witnessed true power, and learned how the galaxy worked. Empress Mai Ueta and her court, at a moment, a point of her finger, a whim in her mind, and anyone’s path could end. Despite the pressure, it was almost liberating serving the royal family. On one hand, fate, like always was out of his hands, on the other, it was visible, tangible in the hands of the great Empress who held the universe for thousands of cycles. She could see right through everyone, never surprised, only demanding skill and loyalty. The twins were mischievous, but manageable, it was easy enough to learn to sew a doll back up, or soothe an almost instantly healing scrape. Cyrus didn’t have to worry, not until the kind twins grew up, grew beyond the walls of the palaces...

Stats

Fit, but not tough d12
Quick and elegant d8
Not unhealthy d12
Smart, but oddly focused education d12
Unflappable d8
Keen eye D10
Luckless d30

Skills
Teleporter d8
Competent servant d8
Eloquent manners d10
Fussy D20
Workaholic D20

Typically Carries
Glasses
Pocket watch
Pair of Gloves
Bandages
Spyglass
Orb
Fruit Knife
Sewing Kit
Handkerchief