Welcome to my blog. It's basically a way for me to keep sane in college and something to do that's just for me. There's no real purpose, though maybe it'll help me keep track of some of my daydreams and help me if I ever get around to writing some kinda story. (Practicality aside, my dream job is to be an author)
I read a ton and watch a ton of movies and a ton of tv and a ton of video games. That sentence was atrocious. Anyway, the reason why I do all of these things is because of the stories each of them has to tell. (Yes, I care about storylines in video games.) And each story has its own plot and its own characters and sometimes even a take away message (GASP).
So anyway, sometimes, when I throw all these stories and characters at my brain, some stuff sticks and a little blurb is born. Today that blurb is a character. So without further ado, here we go.
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Cyrus
He's a compulsive liar. There's really no other way to describe him. As a child, he always bragged about toys that were better than everyone else's. Toys that didn't exist, but it was a more innocent time. Why would anyone check his lies? Heck, why would anyone remember beyond the next recess? All that mattered was that for those glorious few minutes, he was better than the rest of them.
Soon however, he began lying to himself. Practice was for lesser beings. He already knew that he was the best at everything. In his mind, he already won that trophy and barely eked out a win in that match and had a rating of such and such. Whenever he ran smack dab into reality, he'd reject it. As the years went on, he began to realize something. Something horrible. Other people could be interesting too. Others had their own trials, trials that made them stronger and gave them depth. He had none. His sheltered and privileged life became his disability. He adapted the only way he could. He lied to himself. Made up tragedies that never happened. As good as he was at lying to others, he was millions of times better at lying to himself. He was the tragic hero of his own legend and nothing could change that. Travelling through life, he made himself into a mosaic of strangers. Each person he met gave him something new to add to his manufactured identity.
Fortunately and unfortunately, he actually did possess some natural talent. He was gifted with a body and mind that was capable of turning his delusions into truths. As one might expect he travelled in high circles. He was at one of those garish gatherings the affluent are so prone to having, bragging to a woman about his escapades. Poor sap believed it. Believed in him. Any designs he had on her were forgotten when she mentioned the Halcyon Project. Suddenly, reality had something to offer him. To the others, the project was a toy of those who had to work for wealth. To him, it had an irresistible allure. If it succeeded, he would finally have insurmountable truth that he was more than everyone else. More special, more powerful. And the risks? He never even considered them. He was beyond risks. After all, everything he touched turned to gold.
Everyone wants to be him and he wants to be everyone.
He is One of the Four.
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That's that for now. The little teaser at the end might come back later, might not! Like I said, I've got a lot of ideas floating around inside this brain of mine.
