Editing Campaign:Rage Against The Heavens/Cynis Falen Xenjin (section)

=== Background ===
Cynis Falen Xenjin was born into a large branch of the Falen family line (duh), on the east coast of the Blessed Isle, within the Imperial City itself. Like all Dynast children, he was educated in Reading, Writing, 'Rithmatic, and Immaculate Propoganda. As was expected of his line, he was fond of both the bow and the mandolin, and was eager to learn the various uses for a number of chemical substances and drugs; primarily consisting of his nightly exploration of the family's wine cellar. 

At age nine, he was sent to a primary school to hone his archery. At age ten, he exalted during a very intense underground drinking contest to impress the ladies. At age fifteen, he graduated, and promptly retired to the impressive manse his family had gifted him as congratulations to throw numerous parties, drink his days away, and occasionally dabble in the family slave trade. For every year until his twenty-fifth birthday, he attended every single Gala held on the Isle, attended no less than 700 salons (most of which revolved primarily around heavy drinking, drugs, and enough fornication to potentially dilute the dragon-blooded exaltation into nonexistence, though occasionally he attended musicals). Most important, though, were Xenjin's own monthly wine-tastings, where Dynasts from around the Realm and even the occasional odd outsider were invited to share in his latest and greatest vintages.

A few months after he turned age twenty-five, Mnemon took the throne. A year later, the Cynis household, having far too many other far too valuable agents doing far too many actual things to further the cause of the House, drafted Xenjin into the newly-forming Imperial Experimental Weapons and Tactics Wing. Why they would be concerned with such military matters is unclear, though it is obvious to anyone with eyes that a weak and decadent House like Cynis will need to tarry quite a bit of favor to survive the upcoming maelstrom of an angrier, more militant Dynasty..

Xenjin, in the meantime, still somehow manages to find time to throw the occasional drinking party in between the brewing warfare within and without the Realm. Quietly, he questions the authority and legitimacy of the 'new' Empress, especially in the case of a stiff, uptight, and blatantly over-serious prude like Mnemon. Still, worrying about such matters is a hobby, at most; more important to Xenjin have been the rumors floating around of a legendary vintage, held greedily only by the highest of the selfish spirits that roam the land, granting them eternal health and lasting immortality. Even a single bottle of such an exquisite drink would more than complete Xenjin's collection, much less give him any number of interesting stories to tell at his next party..