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A Stygian seen in the edges of soothing, subtle pool-esque dreams. He's the background character in a childhood waterpark memory, playing in the distant edges of the mushroom sprinklers or drifting in the farthest corners of the lazy river, as you explore the endless poolrooms and waterslides. His fur is hydrophonic, and he seems to shimmer with an ambient glow due to the collected dewdrops from the constant humidity that surrounds him. Lyanos is fun-loving in a lowkey, loose way; a Stygian who values freedom and friends, but can be seen alone and aloof just as often. His nightmare is in a constant state of soft incandescence, never overcast, never night, an endless lens flare photo moment, or the bulb of a lonely florescent light forgotten to be switched off. The waterpark nightmare Lyanos reigns is a forgotten area, but once you are in, it's hard to get out, as the never-ending waterchutes and relentless tides and slides lure passerby to stay and have fun, simmering in a tranquil, harmonious environment that terters on the edge of infinite mystery.
Some aquatic Daydreams can be seen accompanying him; many Goobs and Seakirinnis follow in his trail, hopping and bobbing along in the waters in an amiable excitement. His most noticeable Daydreams are a Goob Boss with an anchor through its body, encountered out in the Dreamlands, and a Silver Wreathel, who jingles most excitably when a monster in the nightmare appears. Very rarely, a Pigeon Bunnybirb lands atop his head, but it seems to only inhabit a certain part of his nightmare, straying closer to the busy city than in the waterpark.
When Lyanos does venture out of his nightmare, he equips himself with his trusty watery Daydreams, a large high-tech watergun, and some water ballon bombs. As a Ranger, Lyanos is a beginner sharpshooter, sniping opponents with a shot of poolwater from his SpyraGO with powerful precision. He grins after each successful shot, as the kiddish joy of hitting your target will never not excite him. As a new Stygian, he's still yet unsure of what he wants to be in the future; he doesn't want to be a grand master or reknown nightmare, but wants to exist in the edges of thoughts and memories in a comfortable in-between of wistfulness and subconscious.
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