Henry - IMMORTAL STAND

Character's Full Name: Henry Cyrus

Character Type: Mortal

Apparent Age: 16

Actual Age: 16

Nationality: American

Any special skills: With a genius-level IQ of 162, Henry’s mind processes information with striking speed, allowing him to untangle complex problems and devise solutions that others would struggle to see. His intelligence isn’t limited to books or theories he has a natural fluency with technology, from hacking into computer systems to repairing radios or troubleshooting machinery. Just as keen is his eye for detail — he notices the things most overlook, whether it’s a subtle pattern in someone’s behavior or an inconsistency in a room that tells him something is off. What makes him especially formidable is the way his intellect remains grounded: he can spend one moment working out advanced physics equations and the next applying that same sharpness to hot-wiring a car or finding a practical fix for a problem.

Personality: Henry is the kind of boy who sees more than he says. His mind roams restlessly, darting after ideas the way wind sweeps across an open field, catching on patterns, tangents, and scraps of memory before circling back to the bigger picture. There’s nothing forced about it — his brilliance is organic, natural, and sometimes disarmingly gentle, just as likely to dwell on the mechanics of a radio as on something overheard in passing. Even when he’s lost in thought, his body refuses stillness: a foot tapping, fingers drumming, a ball flipping from hand to hand. For all that intelligence, Henry is still a teenager, a boy caught in the uneven space between youth and adulthood. The weight in his gaze can make him seem older than his years, but his sarcasm, awkward pauses, and sudden crooked grin remind anyone watching that he’s not as far removed from the ordinary concerns of adolescence as his test scores would suggest. He loves skateboarding, the clatter of wheels on pavement giving him a freedom he doesn’t find in classrooms or textbooks. His humor tends to slip out sideways — dry, deadpan observations that catch people off guard, pointing out absurdities no one else bothered to notice.

Henry Cyrus was born June 4, 1986, in Severna Park, Maryland, to Daniel and Cara Cyrus, both teachers — Daniel a high school history teacher, Cara a first-grade teacher. From the start, Henry’s intelligence was impossible to ignore. He was reading fluently by 4 years old, skipped third grade, skipped sixth grade, and by 14 he was a junior in high school and taking AP courses alongside early college classes.

By the time most kids were getting ready for their driver’s licenses, Henry was preparing to graduate high school. His intellect set him apart, sometimes a blessing, often a curse. Tall, lanky, and awkward, he never quite fit in with older classmates. While he had a small group of friends, he was an easy target for bullies who resented how quickly he outpaced them in class. Despite that, Henry had a few strong anchors in his life. His chatty, mischievous, and endlessly curious six-year-old sister, Lottie, adored him and followed him everywhere, calling him “Henny” Henry adored her right back, was fiercely protective of her and endlessly patient with her questions. His parents tried to guide him as best they could, though much of their focus was tied up in grades, scholarships, and his future. The person Henry relied on most was his Uncle Jude. A carpenter and outdoorsman, Jude gave Henry what school and home often couldn’t: freedom from expectation. With Jude, Henry learned to fish, to fix what broke, to build things with his hands — and to simply be, without judgment.

On May 27, 2002, Henry graduated high school, the youngest in his class -- he wouldn’t turn 16 for another week -- pride and unease mingling in equal measures, as well as stress because he hadn’t made the final decision of where he was going to school in the fall. By the end of June, none of that mattered anymore. Captain Trips came to Severna Park. Within days, his parents were sick. Henry cared for them desperately, scrambling for medicine, fighting for them to hold on — but the disease was merciless. His father died first, his mother two days later, and two days after that, Lottie.

With nothing tying him to Severna Park, he set out for Frederick, clinging to the thought of Jude. His uncle might still be out there, and if he was, Henry would find him.