Adam 'Cyrus' Lancaster

✙ He Was

— a suffering shadow
— an empty creature
— a part of a collection of voices
— a murderer of his own kind
— a fallen Seraphim

Name: Adam Lancaster
Stage Name: Cyrus
Born: 09.February 1984
Birthplace: London, England



Height: 1,73 m 5'8
Physique: Skinny
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Tattoo: {X} on his chest



Characteristic: Introverted, eccentric, dreamy, unworldly, dominant
Tics: Impulsiv
Special Abilities: None



Career: Musician, Songwriter, Componist, Music Produce
Instruments: Voice, Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard

✙ His Past

— Created to be a loyal serving Seraphim, he felt left alone and worthless. He felt cursed to be just one of many - he felt jealous of his older kind. When the war broke loose, he stole the sword of a dying Cherubim and began to slaughter his own kind until a burning sword pierced his heart.
As the all eating flames embraced him, as he fell from the sky, he felt freedom and peace for the first time.



— But to suffer in hell for his sins wasn’t enough, his punishment should be more cruel. When the age of the seven sins came, when the human began to create their own hell on earth, he was reborn again. Growing up as a human he should feel the love of his parents, only to suffer for their loss. After his father died in an accident, his soul awoke and he slowly began to remember who he was.
First there were just dreams, then he saw the pictures of the past while he walked down the streets, until he remembered his true name.



— While his mother suffered from grief of the loss of her beloved husband, her son tried to explain that he had to leave her, too. He tried to explain that his soul wasn’t a human one. He never realized that she got completely devoured by her grief and depression. She turned away from him, punished him for his craziness while he just tried to be truthful.
The first time he loved someone, but instead of protecting the love he shattered it to leave pain and suffering.



— Of course he felt hurt for his mother, he felt left alone again, but he never saw his new life as human as a punishment. He became a voice again, a voice for humans, an eccentric musician, forming his feelings into songs, writing stories about pain, loss and politics to overcome his little hell.
The first time he was truly free. The first time was able to feel, to love, to hate, to sin how he liked, without being punished. Instead of begging, praying, pleading to God, he began to embrace his new life.

✙ He Is

— an eccentric musician
— a crazy mind
— a mortal human with an old soul
— an awoken seraphim
— finally free