Cyprus is a pragmatist. Before setting foot on this wasteland, his life was as precise as his crossbow, every ounce of effort spent only on dangerous bounties that paid well. He never believed in selfless salvation, seeing unchecked mercy as a threat to order in a fractured age. To him, forming deep bonds was no different from handing his throat to another, and a true ranger would never entangle himself in debts that could not be settled. Even so, his dry, cutting wit and unmatched accuracy often earned him a little extra generosity when it came time to collect his pay.
Story
The danger that clings to Cyprus does not drive people away. If anything, it draws them in. His perception is sharp to the point of cruelty, easily piercing through the desires hidden beneath polite masks, stripping them bare with a few choice words. "My dear prey, instead of praying to fate, why not offer a price that moves me?" "My Lord, what is your loyalty worth? I could help you find a more tempting number." "Soldier, tighten your grip. Shaking hands are not worth the coin you are paid." "Everyone, tonight's trouble is mine to handle, as long as your purses are as heavy as your courage."
As for the heavy crossbow on his back, etched with intricate runes, the town is filled with wild speculation. Some insist he was once an imperial instructor who deserted after refusing to carry out a sealed order. Others claim he is an enforcer from an ancient order, walking the land to settle old debts. There are even whispers that he is merely a puppet of the weapon itself, forced to harvest willpower to maintain his human form. Cyprus has never confirmed any of it. Yet when he cleans the mechanism, his gaze sometimes lingers on the emblem carved into its frame, a mark resembling a gear crowned with a diadem.
Years ago, the Northern Trade Alliance quietly purged an enforcement unit known as the "Scavengers." Their crime was simple. In a land dispute, they refused a massive bribe and chose instead to protect a group of destitute refugees, violating the alliance's unspoken law of profit above all else. What followed was a carefully orchestrated ambush deep within a canyon. That night, the valley burned with unleashed energy, and only one survivor escaped, carrying with him the prototype of the alliance's most advanced repeating weapon. From that moment on, the name Cyprus vanished from every mercenary ledger, replaced instead by a bounty so high that it became legend.
Skills
Conquest Skills
Used in Rebel Invasion, Rebel Conquests, and Arena battles.
Conquest 1 Headshot
The upgraded Crossbow deals Attack *400–560% damage.
Values: 400% / 440% / 480% / 520% / 560%
Conquest 2 Quick Shot
Years of training increases Cyprus's Attack Speed by 10–30%.
Attack Speed Up: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
Conquest 3 Natural Selection
Cyprus's expert survival skills increase his damage dealt by 10–30%.
Values: 10% / 15% / 20% / 25% / 30%
Expedition Skills
Take effect when the hero is deployed on the Wilderness map with their troops.
Expedition 1 Sixth Sense
Senses for dangers ahead, reducing damage taken by 4–20% for all troops.
Damage Taken Down: 4% / 8% / 12% / 16% / 20%
Expedition 2 Precision Shot
Cyprus grants all soldiers a 50% chance of dealing 10–50% more damage when attacking.
Values: 10% / 20% / 30% / 40% / 50%