Cyra Von Erit

Years going by since disappearing from her home, this of her solution. Conflict constantly coming, their dependency leading to madness.

Wanting them to grow, to bond together. Sadness in many, rationalizing in their own way. Believing in her return, expanding the village.

That devil watching them develop, a child coming into her life. Difficulties, yet not bending.

Freely soaring, this of her nature. Providing warmth to her son, leading her own path. Once walking in an abyss of loneliness, screaming into the void.

Racing along this endlessness, reaching for the faintest light. Not backing down, shouting her soul.

Pastime: Playing her flute.

Growing up in the NetherWorld, living the life of a demon. Not knowing of her divine blood, strictness of her father, this one raising her the best he can.

A Tyrant losing his wife, falling into blackness. Cruelness of the worlds, understanding this. One trying to bring out the abilities of his child, potential inside of her.

A girl despising the battlefield, her heart elsewhere. Her great sorrow, finding a flute. Taking to this, its soothing melody.

Feeling the presence of someone, warmth from them. Hiding it during her time of torment with a horrible person, it is only years later that she has been able to play it again.

Thus, she now plays it for her son. This item meaning a lot to her, it being the reason those of differing worlds meeting the other.

Favorite Item: Crimson Ribbon

A gift from her old friend, this holding a special place in her heart. Removing it upon her first marriage, hiding it from one she loathes.

Years going by, conflict within her. Not able in wearing it, this carrying on for a long time. Shouting her soul, grasping the faintest light.

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Once again putting it on, at first this being on the back of her head. Eventually, shifting it to the base of her hair. Rarely she will not have it, Cyra constantly having it on her.

Bonus Scene From Fernandez:

Iguana's Creed

Living by our owns rules, not bending to the whims of others. Standing on the edge of the gods, feeling the passing breeze.

Enemies surrounding us, this of our life. Accepting this, opposing our foes. This is our way, this is my way.

Standing on this edge, countless foes at my feet. My tail sliding on the ground, my cold gaze, adjusting my white hood.

An approaching foe, tiring of this. Slipping around him, revealing my daggers. Striking at his neck, blood spilling along the ground.

That one falling to the land, more on their way. Facing them, slowly moving back. My heart refusing to relent, glancing behind. Steepness of a fall, a last gamble to make.

They say, an iguana lands on their feet, or might that be cats? Nah-nah, pretty sure they mean iguanas.

At this moment, I cannot remember my training. Whether it be landing on my feet or back, I will have to take this risk, and dive into the abyss.

Stepping back, rubble falling below. Enemies coming closer to me, their blades in hand. Jumping off, my vision on the land below.

Not allowing myself to fall into their grasp, us iguanas living on the wind. Our hearts not bending, staying free to the vast sky.

That nearing earth, this is the time to remember if an iguana lands on their feet or back.

Taking out a coin, leaving it all to chance. Flipping it, that item flying far above. My eyes in the direction, guess this means I gotta just go with it.

This possibly being a bad idea, due to well, my collision into the ground. I stand there, looking down at my body. My conclusion to this? Iguanas definitely land on their backs.

A problem some might think, but my best bud is a god, he can get his wife to bring me back.

Pays to know people, well anyway. I am free, and those maniacs cannot get me anymore. Now then, better go find Valor.

Selfish Desires(Contained)

A weaker version of the unleashed form. Once an uncontrollable attack, her emotions feverishly extending. Learning to contain it, utilizing it in a safer way. Nonetheless, still retaining some of its original power.

Has three phases.

Effect: This ability cannot be blocked nor dodged once connected. It will stun opponents within its range.

”Selfish I am. No matter, these feelings shall be known…”

Conditions:

1. Accessible in Tyrant's Awakening state, stage 7.

2. Hatred must be dangerously high.

3. Cyra must be the only one in battle.

Power: Enormous

Range: Massive

Level: Execution

Emotions purely extending, her sounding soul.

Cyra: These wings of freedom, none shall bind me. I will eternally soar…