Background

It's December 11th, the year is 1975. The holiday season was in full swing with Christmas cheer and gifts. A silver haired baby would be born, weakly crying out into the world while his parents were brimming in joy at their little ‘Christmas Miracle’. As Cyrus grew up, (that’s what the father decided to name the child. The mother didn’t have a very good name sense), they started to notice something was a bit odd with their child as he grew up. Cyrus seemed quite stoic, too stoic for their age. His parents thought that he was just a shy child and that he’d outgrow it eventually. Having grown worried for their son, both of Cyrus’ parents decided to introduce him to a few psychiatrists and doctors to evaluate their son to see what was troubling him. After a few visits to the hospitals and a few psychological evaluations from both doctors and “shrinks”, their diagnosis came to the conclusion with a condition called “emotional blindness” or “Alexithymia”. It seemed to be some sort of psychological/neurological condition that was recently discovered and nothing was well known about the condition. But! According to what was currently being known and studied upon, Cyrus seemed to have a “mild” form of the condition. Which meant that, although he couldn’t outwardly express a majority of the emotions externally, he was still capable of feeling said emotions internally. It seemed like it wouldn’t affect his daily life ‘too’ much. Feeling relieved at having figured out their child’s condition, both of Cyrus’ parents did their best to help him and throughout his life to manage with his condition. Cassian Redcrown, an heir to two royal families and Kersti Redcrown, the local farm girl from the countryside. The rich city boy falling in love with the countryside gal? Sounds like a story straight from a romance novel, but that’s a story for another time. Both run a little bakery on the western part of town called “Eastside Pastries”, cheesy isn’t it? Cyrus decided that if he couldn’t express his emotions through normal means, he'd instead express it through his actions. Growing up, Cyrus would be taught quite a number of things by both of his loving and supporting parents. He would be taught by his father on how to bake and cook at their little pastry shop as well as being taught the traditional family language, Latin (With the help of his grandparents, his father wasn’t too good at teaching) as well as a slew of other things. His mother would teach him about gardening while also teaching her son empathy and compassion. As Cyrus had grown older, he would immerse himself in all sorts of activities to stave off his stoic and monotonous upbringing. Taking a few lessons on Taekwondo, briefly working at a mechanic shop/junkyard, as well helping out at their family pastry shop in town. He would even get his ears pierced as well as get a tattoo across his arm. Even though Cyrus couldn’t express it properly, he was grateful and appreciative to have people like his parents be supportive with him throughout the years. Inspired by the family business, Cyrus would go to college in San Francisco to study culinary art. If he couldn't express himself through words, he would express them through his actions and creations. Fast forward to Cyrus' situation. It was currently the start of the 2000’s. The world was just falling apart at the seams. Cyrus had just escaped San Francisco by the skin of his teeth, right before the military had cordoned the entire city off. Cyrus managed to arrive back at his family pastry shop in Orange, sifting through the back of the shop to find the spare key for the emergency vehicle his dad left behind for, well….emergencies. As Cyrus was about to give up searching for the car keys, he’d stop and look up to one of the cabinets, a single cookie jar neatly tucked away in the corner. They would reach over, grabbing said cookie and shaking before silently thanking their dad. As Cyrus flipped the jar upside down, a letter would fall onto the counter as well. Confused by the extra item in the jar, they would pick it off the counter and take a closer inspection. It was a postcard/invitation from an island called ‘Braddock’...? It was from a friend they met quite some time ago after showing them around LA. Quite an interesting individual to say the least. He wasn’t too worried about his parents, as they were currently out of the states since last month, visiting his grandparents on his father’s side. Both his parents were capable of handling themselves, especially his mother. Cyrus would take a look at their watch, seeing if they could make it to Los Angeles International Airport and see if there was one last ride to get out of California, especially towards ‘Braddock’(?) They would get on their motorcycle, starting her up leaving while saying goodbye to their family’s pastry shop one last time. They say it’s almost one in a million for a plane crash to occur, surely nothing terrible is going to happen….right?