Editing VGT Cyrus

=Cyrus Darkest=
'''Concept:''' Socially Anxious Angelic Amalgam<br>
'''Lineages:''' Angel/Reaper<br>
'''Stats:''' Built 1, Fast 2, Hot 0, Sharp 3<br>
'''Scenes:''' Angelic Relations 1, Cooking 1, Dead Knowledge 1, Reaping 2<br>
'''Gear:''' Black Soulstone, Extradimensional Kitchen, Magic-Proof Hooded Robe<br>

==Strengths==
+ Gift: Heaven's Light (Radiant)<br>
+ Power: Savior<br>
+ Unkillable ''unless wings are severed or damage caused by a reaper's bones or scythe''<br>
+ Immune ''to suffocation, exhaustion, disease, poison, thirst, hunger, age, heat, cold, mind control, fear, physical damage''<br>
+ Gift: Retractable Wings<br>
+ Gift: Levitation<br>
+ Charm: Universal Language<br>
+ Gift: Sanctify (Holy)<br>
+ Gift: Retractable Tail Scythe (Scythe)<br>
+ Charm: Grimcloak<br>
+ Charm: Life Sense<br>
+ Charm: Death Sense<br>

==Weaknesses==
- Peril: Unholy Weapons<br>
- Drain: Unholy Symbols, Unholy Places, Blood of the Dead<br>
- Issue: Lose Control<br>
- Peril: Lifeforce<br>
- Issue: Do Not Retract Scythe Until It Takes a Life<br>

==Look==
TBD

==Backstory==
Cyrus Darkest is one of the most socially anxious and awkward people you'll ever meet, though most folks would say he's also one of the nicest too. Always ready with a tray of baked goods, or a pot of soup, or a vegetable plate, Cyrus loves to cook even though he has no need to eat and constantly makes sure his friends are always well-fed and content. As the Aspect of Death, Cyrus knows a great many things due to having access to everything the dead and dying know, and so sometimes regales folks who can get past his anxiety with snippets of lost lore or fun facts and trivia. Make no mistake however - when it comes to his job or facing threats, a switch flips inside of Cyrus and his personality transforms into a dark, cold, hollow shadow that exists only to do what must be done, damn the consequences.

Originally stumbled across by a group of anti-vaxxers, breatharians, and self-entitled religious xenophobic zealots known as the Purest for Eternal Glory, the mini-cult of narcissistic losers actually thought their prayers had been answered and began to worship Cyrus as the embodiment of the heavenly realm's belief in their righteous cause, imploring him to go forth and strike down the unhealthy, carnivorous non-believers. Cyrus declined of course, and when pressed instead offered them a rich meal of divine ambrosia that enlightened them to their wicked ways and caused them all to commit suicide. After collecting their rancid souls in his Black Soulstone, Cyrus returned to his past-time as a food critic/gentle reaper.

At least until the dome was built. Goddammit, people.