Isolus
Lady of the Lexicon
Both Groups
SPIRIT | CYPHOS: KING OF THE FAE
"But what is this! Such dull spirits will never do. You are not dead yet, so why do you despair?"
INTRODUCTION . . . Cyphos is the spirit of summer and king of the Fae. He represents mirth, mischief and clever wagers. When not within his own realm known as the City of Dreams, Cyphos mingles his mischievous energy among vineyards, taverns and festivals.
While not a widely worshiped entity, Cyphos is a favorite among artisans, field workers and barmaids, who often think it best to leave him offerings in order to appease him. Such offerings include wine casks, coins or sweet cakes. In many elven and human cultures, its not uncommon for citizens to leave offerings before festivals in the belief that pleasing the spirit will lead to an especially joyous festival.
Cyphos is considered a trickster spirit as he neither fully good nor evil. It appears that the sole source of his joy stems from his natural desire to create mischief among men and gods alike. He is described as arrogant, playful, lazy, clever, boastful and merry. Yet Cyphos is wiser than he lets others see. He'll ask obvious or baiting questions to simply see how mortals will react and, hopefully, reveal to themselves what they need to do. He's not above putting mortals in uncomfortable or even dangerous situations simply to bring out the best of each virtue. While Cyphos, as spirits go, is among the more powerful ones, he simply chooses not to use his endless power outside of his own needs and desires. He does have the power to save this world if he really tried, yet to him that would defeat the purpose of proving the goodness of man to his mistress. Besides, it would bore him.
The death of his Fae children due to worldly degradation troubled him so deeply that he brought them into the Isle of Mirth for their own protection. It's believed that a spite against a Fae or Pixie creature is a slight against Cyphos himself and the summer spirt is wildly creative with this forms of punishment.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE . . . While Cyphos' true form has been lost to the memories of mortal-kind, he more commonly appears in the form of an elf of undetermined ethnicity. Other than this, his features change too frequently to be recognized in one form. Some have sworn to have seen him as a squat impish elf with the silver fawn legs and slender talon-like fingers that turn everything they touch into copper. Others believe him to be a spindly bare-chested lad whose arms were replaced with the wings of angels.
TO THE STAR GROUP. . .
The Children of Dawn, now made prisoners to a Mad Queen, see that a fallacious bard dressed in pale robes and a silver harp on his person has found himself a guest in the Court of Corvus. This dark elf, with his tall stature and golden hues, fancies himself important. He's proud and boastful of tales he learned from beyond the Endless Sea. Yet an observant eye may catch shimmers of starlight in his hair. And what a strange expression he wears. As if the face he bears is not his own.
The Children of Dawn, now made prisoners to a Mad Queen, see that a fallacious bard dressed in pale robes and a silver harp on his person has found himself a guest in the Court of Corvus. This dark elf, with his tall stature and golden hues, fancies himself important. He's proud and boastful of tales he learned from beyond the Endless Sea. Yet an observant eye may catch shimmers of starlight in his hair. And what a strange expression he wears. As if the face he bears is not his own.
TO THE DIAMOND GROUP. . .
Wandering through the labyrinth of their dreams, Cyphos form may flicker in brief glances - each flicker different to each virtue that sees him. Yet what does he look to them once they have passed through their trials to the end of the maze? They may find an ivory elf whose face has been streaked with violet paint; he wears a crown of leaves upon his head made of feathers instead of hair and his skin is grown from tree bark. It was as if he were born from the Tree of Life itself.
Wandering through the labyrinth of their dreams, Cyphos form may flicker in brief glances - each flicker different to each virtue that sees him. Yet what does he look to them once they have passed through their trials to the end of the maze? They may find an ivory elf whose face has been streaked with violet paint; he wears a crown of leaves upon his head made of feathers instead of hair and his skin is grown from tree bark. It was as if he were born from the Tree of Life itself.
MOTIVATION . . . His reasonings for helping the six virtues won't be abundantly clear at first. Some might believe that Cyphos fears he will cease to exist without mortals to gain mirth from. Others may think the spirit is simply bored of remaining within his realm for so long and wishes to enter the human sphere more often. Neither are correct. Even as chaotic, arrogant and unruly as Cyphos is by nature, the purpose of his being is to serve his mistress. Enya's desire to eliminate all mortal life is seen as going against her nature. Just as the five virtues at their truest forms are free, kind, valiant, hopeful, wise, strong and faithful - Cyphos believes that his mistress, by nature, is a forgiving god. With all the evil that has tainted the world, she is simply forgotten.
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