Cyrian was born in the village of Moonbrook at the eve of the harvest. His father, a hard-working and peaceful man, looked with pride upon his newborn son. His mother, caring and defensive, decided to name his 'Cyrian' after considering 'Cyrus'. He was raised in what would be considered a normal Westfall family. He grew up watching his father labour at the local blacksmith, forging broadswords and plate armour for soldiers out fighting against the Horde.

He attended the Moonbrook Schoolhouse. His tutors would often say he was easily distracted and cared not for his education, and that he daydreamed frequently, which was erratic behaviour to them. Though he was set in line after a continuous parade of disciplinary actions, ranging from striking him cold with fear of authority or sitting down and explaining calmly why absent-mindedness was a 'curse of the mind'. He took great interest in lessons of art, and obtained a wealth of inspiration when a local bard performed for his class. He felt least inspired in lessons concerned with politics, manual labour and the like. He found himself with a small band of friends from the area, and played as any child would.

As he grew older and left the schoolhouse at the peak of his puberty, he sought to sort himself a few gold by running errands for his friends, family, and local townspeople. He was noted by his family as being adventurous and motivated to explore his area. He spoke only occasionally of what it would be like to be a hero, and looked with awe and excitement when heroes passed into town to assist troubled citizens. The simple joys of being in a small town soon faded, as his father was offered work in the Trade District of Stormwind City.

He left luckily before the rise of the Defias Brotherhood, and was forced to cope with the struggles and stresses of the concrete prison he was placed in. His friends often visited, which he was intensely grateful for. Though in later years he found new acquaintances. He went through hardships with these new friends, and it ended on a low note. He soon regretted his 'social-able' approach to a new life, stating privately in his journal: 'City folk do not know the life of a farm-boy. They act as if they disconnected from the harmony of nature. They live in over-built stone towers of isolation, away from the beauty of the outdoors. They take the sun for granted and act as the moon: reflecting shades of beauty but denying the source of their powers. They are rash and discontented, inconsiderate and apathetic. These are people I cannot connect to, and will never try again.'

Since then, his dreams of adventure became a little phased out. Though he trains lazily to be a marksman and a bard, he appears to be wrought with boredom caused by his move to the city. He recently moved out of his family's home in the city and rents out a room at the Lion's Pride Inn.