THE KNIGHT, PIRATE & THE TRICKSTER

❝ Steel is forged through fire. Honor is tested through war. A man is defined by both. ❞ carrd || aesthetic || memes || psa. || headcanons.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘺𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘵? A name sung in victory, whispered in fear. A warrior, a king, a knight, a man haunted by his past. Unyielding. Unbreakable. Bound by duty. Whether he wields a crown, a sword, or his own madness—his story is one of tragedy, honor, and war.

𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 This is a selective, private, and lore-driven RP blog for Cyrus Leonhardt, An Orignal Character, written by Boba (she/her, 27, PST). Here, you’ll find: ✦ 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱 RP threads & interactions ✦ Dark Fantasy, Medieval, & High Fantasy Themes ✦ Character Development, Angst, and Found Family (and more) ✦ Ships? Slow-burn. Enemies? Inevitable. Rivals? Let’s dance

"𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴."

Cyrus Leonhardt—a name spoken in both fear and awe, carried by the wind like a whisper of death. The sellsword, standing at a monstrous 9 feet tall, is a man whose scars tell stories of a life soaked in blood. Each wound he inflicts mirrors back on him, a curse he wears like armor. His lone teal eye glows in the dim light, the other forever clouded by battle and rage.

"𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸'𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝙴𝚂, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂."

A man once known for his honor, now a monster driven by madness inflicted by a cowardly god. Cyrus's sword—the legendary blade that only the Leonhardt bloodline can wield—rests on his back, an extension of his rage and skill. Yet behind the fury, there's a sliver of humanity, a faint glimmer of the man he once was. But who would dare look close enough to find it?

This blog is private and highly selective, dedicated to the journey of Cyrus Leonhardt in his Sellsword/Madness verse. Written by Boba, a 26-year-old (she/her), medium to low activity due to a 40+ hour work week. Expect themes of violence, madness, and a soul searching for redemption. Interaction is selective, but feel free to approach if our muses align. ii. Carrd. (guidelines included.) iii. Verses iv. Blogroll: @kingscyrus / @blackhardtt / @romaniescu

"𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴."

Cyrus Leonhardt—a name spoken in both fear and awe, carried by the wind like a whisper of death. The sellsword, standing at a monstrous 9 feet tall, is a man whose scars tell stories of a life soaked in blood. Each wound he inflicts mirrors back on him, a curse he wears like armor. His lone teal eye glows in the dim light, the other forever clouded by battle and rage.

"𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸'𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝙴𝚂, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂."

A man once known for his honor, now a monster driven by madness inflicted by a cowardly god. Cyrus's sword—the legendary blade that only the Leonhardt bloodline can wield—rests on his back, an extension of his rage and skill. Yet behind the fury, there's a sliver of humanity, a faint glimmer of the man he once was. But who would dare look close enough to find it?

This blog is private and highly selective, dedicated to the journey of Cyrus Leonhardt in his Sellsword/Madness verse. Written by Boba, a 26-year-old (she/her), medium to low activity due to a 40+ hour work week. Expect themes of violence, madness, and a soul searching for redemption. Interaction is selective, but feel free to approach if our muses align. ii. Carrd. (guidelines included.) iii. Verses iv. Blogroll: @kingscyrus / @blackhardtt / @romaniescu

"𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴."

Cyrus Leonhardt—a name spoken in both fear and awe, carried by the wind like a whisper of death. The sellsword, standing at a monstrous 9 feet tall, is a man whose scars tell stories of a life soaked in blood. Each wound he inflicts mirrors back on him, a curse he wears like armor. His lone teal eye glows in the dim light, the other forever clouded by battle and rage.

"𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸'𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝙴𝚂, 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙽𝚂."

A man once known for his honor, now a monster driven by madness inflicted by a cowardly god. Cyrus's sword—the legendary blade that only the Leonhardt bloodline can wield—rests on his back, an extension of his rage and skill. Yet behind the fury, there's a sliver of humanity, a faint glimmer of the man he once was. But who would dare look close enough to find it?

This blog is private and highly selective, dedicated to the journey of Cyrus Leonhardt in his Sellsword/Madness verse. Written by Boba, a 26-year-old (she/her), medium to low activity due to a 40+ hour work week. Expect themes of violence, madness, and a soul searching for redemption. Interaction is selective, but feel free to approach if our muses align. i. Guidelines ii. Carrd. iii. Verses iv. Blogroll: @kingscyrus / @blackhardtt / @romaniescu

# 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐌 : ❛ my , you're sure lacking in manners ... not even a ‘ hello ’ for me ? ❜

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