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Name :
Cecil Donnaham
D.O.B :
06/15
Voice:
Valshe
Age :
20
Gender :
Male
Height :
5' 9"

Occupation :
Student at a Central University
Zone :
Zone 1
Demonic Weapon :
Armored Glove
Cecil calls it his 'cat's paw' and tends to lick it often because the taste of metal and blood are similar.
It has two forms: the fingers extend in their link state up to 4 yards and the tips of the fingers extend up to 1 foot, mimicking claws.
It is a parasite weapon and Cecil only has one.

Personality :
Cecil is a sweet and generally quiet person. He firmly believes in love between everyone, regardless of gender, and accepts others as they are or want to be because he feels a connection to their wants of being accepted. He will help out anyone if they ask and at times can be a meek person. Deep down, though, Cecil doesn't want to be like that. He wants to be strong and able to defend himself, but is unable to due to his past. When Cecil is angry, he doesn't actually show it. He may grow quiet but inside, he is boiling with rage. If he is upset and wants revenge, he will extract it. In all reality, Cecil is a sneaky soul with a misguided mind. He believes in revenge whole heartily and will go through it by any means necessary. His revenge tends to seem a bit extreme, regardless of the situation, but Cecil will stare at you if you tell him that with a confused look. Sometimes it seems as if Cecil is a very dark figure. He can stand there and smile at you while he says or does something hurtful, but this behavior was learned and instilled into him at a young age. He sees nothing wrong with acting like this, although this behavior is exactly what he despises in others. One can call him a hypocrite and he will deny it to its fullest.

History :
Cecil was born into an already happy family that lived in Zone 1 their whole lives. His parents had a daughter, Dalia, and a son, Markus, already, the daughter being the eldest. Both parents had their parents still living and each had their own set of siblings. In total, Cecil's family had 17 members of it already, making Cecil the 18th member of those that were directly blood related to him. Including the ones that weren't, the family had 24 members that his parents had known of.

As a child, Cecil gravitated towards his sister and what she had played with more often than he did his brother and his toys. Dalia, like every other little girl, would play dress-up and use her little brother as her guinea pig. The only difference was that Cecil loved every minute of it. It wasn't so much the glitz and glitter or the make-up, but simply dressing like a girl in comfortable clothes. Their parents didn't really think twice of it and just thought it was wonderful bonding time for the kids, especially when all three were participating, even if Markus grumbled the whole time.

As the days went by of Cecil goading Dalia into playing with him more, his want to be just like big sister grew. When it was time for hair cuts, Cecil didn't want his hair to be cut and wanted it long, just like big sister's. Humoring the boy, Cecil's parents allowed this to go on all the way up into elementary school. Teachers talked, but his parents never once felt ashamed of letting their son have longer hair than most boys his age. Once Cecil began to dress himself and pick out clothes he wanted at the store, it became evident that he was into more girly clothing; light colors and cute little cartoons that were directed towards the girl population were the main focus of his clothing. His parents kept telling themselves it was because he looked up to his big sister so much, that was all.

Around his 9th birthday, Cecil was introduced to some cousins on his father's side during a family reunion party. By this time, Cecil had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers about his clothing choice and hair styles and so had his immediately family, but his extended family hadn't. During the party, Cecil and his cousins went off to play hide-and-seek by a creek. It was during this game that Cecil and a cousin that was 3 years older hid together, and they began to talk while waiting to be found.

"Why do you dress like a girl?" his cousin had asked. Puzzled, Cecil questioned why couldn't he dress like that. With a sneer, his cousin explained to him that he was a boy and boys should dress like boys. Cecil remained confused, saying that he was not a boy and an argument ensued between the two. This was the start of a year's worth of torment from that same cousin.

Their family had moved back into the area and they would come by Cecil's house quite often. Cecil's cousin loved to act nice in front of the adults and his older siblings, but then drag Cecil off to a secluded place to 'play' with him. Cecil's cousin would make him eat dirt or travel into the bushes, searching for something that didn't exist; childish things such as those or a simple punch in the arm kept Cecil under his cousin's control. Sometimes, Cecil would question his cousin as to why he was doing those things and each time he was confronted with verbal abuse and more tedious tasks. Because of the control his cousin had on him, Cecil never told anyone.

The next year dragged on for Cecil. By the time he was 10 his cousin had Cecil and the adults wrapped around his little finger. To make matters worse, Cecil's protective older siblings didn't think anything was wrong with the relationship Cecil and his cousin had, nor did his other cousins. All were fooled by the nice and loving facade that was played out in front of them. Only Cecil knew how mean his cousin really was.

As the cousin learned more and more about life, his punishments and torments got worse and worse. The year that had passed since the reunion party seemed like 5 years to Cecil and he just wanted everything to be done and over with. One night, Cecil was forced to watch a very violent movie with his cousin despite both knowing full well they weren't old enough to watch it. Each time Cecil closed his eyes or looked away during the parts that made him uncomfortable or scared, his cousin forced him to look at the screen. Eventually, movie nights such as these became common. The movies got more violent and more sexual, eventually leading up to the first time Cecil was molested by his cousin. The tedious tasks remained a common part of Cecil's torment as the next year went on, but the movie nights remained as well, and so did the molestations.

At age 11, Cecil just couldn't take it and cried in his bed one night. The movie nights he and his cousin had kept reminding him that he was a boy and not a girl, and it was just extra salt on his wounds. He sat up all night, thinking of ways to get out of his secret life with his cousin and came to a conclusion. Everyone around him didn't know what was going on between the two, no one even had an inkling, and Cecil thought no one would believe him. He decided then that his cousin had to go away; go away and never come back. Ever. He planned to kill his cousin.

One day, Cecil boldly suggested that they go down to the creek for a swim. To Cecil's amazement, his cousin enjoyed the idea and allowed it. The creek was perfect for the deed in Cecil's mind; it was away from everyone, just like how his cousin wanted things. If he can get away with hurting me like this, I can get away with hurting him, too, Cecil thought. When they had gotten to the creek, though, his cousin surprised him with a blitz, slamming Cecil into a tree.

"Strip!" he commanded. Afraid, Cecil complied with his cousin's wish. He stood there, naked and shaking, waiting for his punishment. He knew something was coming, even if there was no reason for it. As his cousin came closer, he closed his eyes tight, the thoughts in Cecil's mind making his head spin.

Suddenly, he felt his face being punched over and over again. The creek's gurgling drowned out his cries as blood filled his mouth. Cecil fell to the ground, gasping for breath from his sobs and the blows. His hands grabbed around on the ground, searching for something to defend himself with. His right hand grabbed a rock and he turned to face his cousin with the rock in hand. As his cousin lunged for him, Cecil thrust the rock into his cousin's forehead, aiming for his face and missing. His cousin cried out in pain briefly but was not knocked unconscious since Cecil was so small and weak, then stumbled sideways and into the creek face down, landing on other rocks which delivered the final blow. His blood began seeping into the water as Cecil sat there, crying out of fear and happiness. It was over. Though the event didn't go as planned, the outcome was the same; his tormentor was dead. After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, Cecil stood up and looked over his still cousin. He wasn't really sure he was dead, but the blood washing down the creek suggested so. With soft hiccups remaining from his sobbing previously, Cecil wiped his mouth and stared at the blood dazed. He then began to make his way back home, the dazed expression remaining on his face.

The first one to see him was his sister and she screamed, seeing the cuts on Cecil's naked form. Quickly, she rushed to him and tried to get the story out of him. All she had received in reply were sobs and a single sentence "He's dead, sis..." Dalia quickly got Cecil inside, then told her parents. Eventually, they got Cecil to talk but it was in fragments. The story they had pieced together was that Cecil and his cousin had gone down to the creek to swim but his cousin tripped and hit his head on a rock, then died. Frantic, the family called the police and his cousin's family.

The death of his cousin was ruled as an accident and no one blamed Cecil, but no one knew the true story either. For months, Cecil remained dazed and numb until the funeral. Once he saw his cousin in the casket, he was sure that everything was not a dream; his torment was really over. Relief washed over him the night of the funeral and he stayed up, thinking and going over everything he could remember in his mind. The memory of everything went as it should have until he was being punched, then things got blurry. The next thing Cecil could remember was the taste of blood in his mouth and relief washing over him as he stood over his dead cousin. The secret of that night was locked away into Cecil's memory with the hope that he would never remember his horrible childhood again.

Years passed and eventually Cecil had come to terms with who he really was inside as did his family and he began the process of becoming a true transgender female. During his school years, Cecil continued to live as he had always lived; like a girl. It became more and more apparent that he was living like a girl as he got older. In high school, he dated a few guys that never knew his secret, not even when he had graduated, and had kept his best friend, a girl, with him almost all the time. During the first years of college, Cecil and his best friend remained together in their studies. She knew his secret and supported him to the fullest. During his sophomore year at the university, Cecil's parents and his doctor had deemed him ready to begin hormone therapy.

And that, is where the present begins.

Likes & Dislikes :
Likes:
o Blood; it reminds him of his victory over his cousin
o Black
o Cats; They're just as sneaky as he is and he will admit it
o Metal; It tastes like blood
o Books; They transport him to a far away place without him having to leave at all
o Being called a girl

Dislikes:
x Spiteful people; They remind him of his late cousin
x People hurting others; They remind him of his late cousin
x Being called a hypocrite; He just hates his character being judged in general
x Large rocks
x Movie with excessive sexual themes
x Being called a boy
Etc :
-His taste in clothing is rather plain with a touch of a girlish side to it. He likes fashion, though, and will wear something flashy every now and then.
- His goal is to become a fashion designer along with his best friend.
- Although I refer to Cecil as a boy, he demands to be called a girl and will get pissy with you if you don't. //terrible creator

Description

WALL OF TEXT COMING UP LOLOLOLOL. SORRY.

Name :
Cecil Donnaham
D.O.B :
06/15
Voice:
Valshe
Age :
20
Gender :
Male
Height :
5' 9"

Occupation :
Student at a Central University
Zone :
Zone 1
Demonic Weapon :
Armored Glove
Cecil calls it his 'cat's paw' and tends to lick it often because the taste of metal and blood are similar.
It has two forms: the fingers extend in their link state up to 4 yards and the tips of the fingers extend up to 1 foot, mimicking claws.
It is a parasite weapon and Cecil only has one.

Personality :
Cecil is a sweet and generally quiet person. He firmly believes in love between everyone, regardless of gender, and accepts others as they are or want to be because he feels a connection to their wants of being accepted. He will help out anyone if they ask and at times can be a meek person. Deep down, though, Cecil doesn't want to be like that. He wants to be strong and able to defend himself, but is unable to due to his past. When Cecil is angry, he doesn't actually show it. He may grow quiet but inside, he is boiling with rage. If he is upset and wants revenge, he will extract it. In all reality, Cecil is a sneaky soul with a misguided mind. He believes in revenge whole heartily and will go through it by any means necessary. His revenge tends to seem a bit extreme, regardless of the situation, but Cecil will stare at you if you tell him that with a confused look. Sometimes it seems as if Cecil is a very dark figure. He can stand there and smile at you while he says or does something hurtful, but this behavior was learned and instilled into him at a young age. He sees nothing wrong with acting like this, although this behavior is exactly what he despises in others. One can call him a hypocrite and he will deny it to its fullest.

History :
Cecil was born into an already happy family that lived in Zone 1 their whole lives. His parents had a daughter, Dalia, and a son, Markus, already, the daughter being the eldest. Both parents had their parents still living and each had their own set of siblings. In total, Cecil's family had 17 members of it already, making Cecil the 18th member of those that were directly blood related to him. Including the ones that weren't, the family had 24 members that his parents had known of.

As a child, Cecil gravitated towards his sister and what she had played with more often than he did his brother and his toys. Dalia, like every other little girl, would play dress-up and use her little brother as her guinea pig. The only difference was that Cecil loved every minute of it. It wasn't so much the glitz and glitter or the make-up, but simply dressing like a girl in comfortable clothes. Their parents didn't really think twice of it and just thought it was wonderful bonding time for the kids, especially when all three were participating, even if Markus grumbled the whole time.

As the days went by of Cecil goading Dalia into playing with him more, his want to be just like big sister grew. When it was time for hair cuts, Cecil didn't want his hair to be cut and wanted it long, just like big sister's. Humoring the boy, Cecil's parents allowed this to go on all the way up into elementary school. Teachers talked, but his parents never once felt ashamed of letting their son have longer hair than most boys his age. Once Cecil began to dress himself and pick out clothes he wanted at the store, it became evident that he was into more girly clothing; light colors and cute little cartoons that were directed towards the girl population were the main focus of his clothing. His parents kept telling themselves it was because he looked up to his big sister so much, that was all.

Around his 9th birthday, Cecil was introduced to some cousins on his father's side during a family reunion party. By this time, Cecil had grown accustomed to the stares and whispers about his clothing choice and hair styles and so had his immediately family, but his extended family hadn't. During the party, Cecil and his cousins went off to play hide-and-seek by a creek. It was during this game that Cecil and a cousin that was 3 years older hid together, and they began to talk while waiting to be found.

"Why do you dress like a girl?" his cousin had asked. Puzzled, Cecil questioned why couldn't he dress like that. With a sneer, his cousin explained to him that he was a boy and boys should dress like boys. Cecil remained confused, saying that he was not a boy and an argument ensued between the two. This was the start of a year's worth of torment from that same cousin.

Their family had moved back into the area and they would come by Cecil's house quite often. Cecil's cousin loved to act nice in front of the adults and his older siblings, but then drag Cecil off to a secluded place to 'play' with him. Cecil's cousin would make him eat dirt or travel into the bushes, searching for something that didn't exist; childish things such as those or a simple punch in the arm kept Cecil under his cousin's control. Sometimes, Cecil would question his cousin as to why he was doing those things and each time he was confronted with verbal abuse and more tedious tasks. Because of the control his cousin had on him, Cecil never told anyone.

The next year dragged on for Cecil. By the time he was 10 his cousin had Cecil and the adults wrapped around his little finger. To make matters worse, Cecil's protective older siblings didn't think anything was wrong with the relationship Cecil and his cousin had, nor did his other cousins. All were fooled by the nice and loving facade that was played out in front of them. Only Cecil knew how mean his cousin really was.

As the cousin learned more and more about life, his punishments and torments got worse and worse. The year that had passed since the reunion party seemed like 5 years to Cecil and he just wanted everything to be done and over with. One night, Cecil was forced to watch a very violent movie with his cousin despite both knowing full well they weren't old enough to watch it. Each time Cecil closed his eyes or looked away during the parts that made him uncomfortable or scared, his cousin forced him to look at the screen. Eventually, movie nights such as these became common. The movies got more violent and more sexual, eventually leading up to the first time Cecil was molested by his cousin. The tedious tasks remained a common part of Cecil's torment as the next year went on, but the movie nights remained as well, and so did the molestations.

At age 11, Cecil just couldn't take it and cried in his bed one night. The movie nights he and his cousin had kept reminding him that he was a boy and not a girl, and it was just extra salt on his wounds. He sat up all night, thinking of ways to get out of his secret life with his cousin and came to a conclusion. Everyone around him didn't know what was going on between the two, no one even had an inkling, and Cecil thought no one would believe him. He decided then that his cousin had to go away; go away and never come back. Ever. He planned to kill his cousin.

One day, Cecil boldly suggested that they go down to the creek for a swim. To Cecil's amazement, his cousin enjoyed the idea and allowed it. The creek was perfect for the deed in Cecil's mind; it was away from everyone, just like how his cousin wanted things. If he can get away with hurting me like this, I can get away with hurting him, too, Cecil thought. When they had gotten to the creek, though, his cousin surprised him with a blitz, slamming Cecil into a tree.

"Strip!" he commanded. Afraid, Cecil complied with his cousin's wish. He stood there, naked and shaking, waiting for his punishment. He knew something was coming, even if there was no reason for it. As his cousin came closer, he closed his eyes tight, the thoughts in Cecil's mind making his head spin.

Suddenly, he felt his face being punched over and over again. The creek's gurgling drowned out his cries as blood filled his mouth. Cecil fell to the ground, gasping for breath from his sobs and the blows. His hands grabbed around on the ground, searching for something to defend himself with. His right hand grabbed a rock and he turned to face his cousin with the rock in hand. As his cousin lunged for him, Cecil thrust the rock into his cousin's forehead, aiming for his face and missing. His cousin cried out in pain briefly but was not knocked unconscious since Cecil was so small and weak, then stumbled sideways and into the creek face down, landing on other rocks which delivered the final blow. His blood began seeping into the water as Cecil sat there, crying out of fear and happiness. It was over. Though the event didn't go as planned, the outcome was the same; his tormentor was dead. After what seemed like hours but was really only minutes, Cecil stood up and looked over his still cousin. He wasn't really sure he was dead, but the blood washing down the creek suggested so. With soft hiccups remaining from his sobbing previously, Cecil wiped his mouth and stared at the blood dazed. He then began to make his way back home, the dazed expression remaining on his face.

The first one to see him was his sister and she screamed, seeing the cuts on Cecil's naked form. Quickly, she rushed to him and tried to get the story out of him. All she had received in reply were sobs and a single sentence "He's dead, sis..." Dalia quickly got Cecil inside, then told her parents. Eventually, they got Cecil to talk but it was in fragments. The story they had pieced together was that Cecil and his cousin had gone down to the creek to swim but his cousin tripped and hit his head on a rock, then died. Frantic, the family called the police and his cousin's family.

The death of his cousin was ruled as an accident and no one blamed Cecil, but no one knew the true story either. For months, Cecil remained dazed and numb until the funeral. Once he saw his cousin in the casket, he was sure that everything was not a dream; his torment was really over. Relief washed over him the night of the funeral and he stayed up, thinking and going over everything he could remember in his mind. The memory of everything went as it should have until he was being punched, then things got blurry. The next thing Cecil could remember was the taste of blood in his mouth and relief washing over him as he stood over his dead cousin. The secret of that night was locked away into Cecil's memory with the hope that he would never remember his horrible childhood again.

Years passed and eventually Cecil had come to terms with who he really was inside as did his family and he began the process of becoming a true transgender female. During his school years, Cecil continued to live as he had always lived; like a girl. It became more and more apparent that he was living like a girl as he got older. In high school, he dated a few guys that never knew his secret, not even when he had graduated, and had kept his best friend, a girl, with him almost all the time. During the first years of college, Cecil and his best friend remained together in their studies. She knew his secret and supported him to the fullest. During his sophomore year at the university, Cecil's parents and his doctor had deemed him ready to begin hormone therapy.

And that, is where the present begins.

Likes & Dislikes :
Likes:
o Blood; it reminds him of his victory over his cousin
o Black
o Cats; They're just as sneaky as he is and he will admit it
o Metal; It tastes like blood
o Books; They transport him to a far away place without him having to leave at all
o Being called a girl

Dislikes:
x Spiteful people; They remind him of his late cousin
x People hurting others; They remind him of his late cousin
x Being called a hypocrite; He just hates his character being judged in general
x Large rocks
x Movie with excessive sexual themes
x Being called a boy
Etc :
-His taste in clothing is rather plain with a touch of a girlish side to it. He likes fashion, though, and will wear something flashy every now and then.
- His goal is to become a fashion designer along with his best friend.
- Although I refer to Cecil as a boy, he demands to be called a girl and will get pissy with you if you don't. //terrible creator