Deauxcaine, Cyril

Face Claim: Suzugamori Ren // Cardfight!! Vanguard

APPEARANCE

Cyril is around 5'9" or so with an almost athletic build. He has long, thick red hair which is almost always down. On a very rare occasion he will pull it up into a loose bun or ponytail. He had dark reddish magenta eyes which occasionally will glow a light magenta purple when he's using some sort of his psychic abilities. Cyril almost always wears black, tightly fitted clothes, and is always in long sleeves. He never shows off any sort of skin and refuses to take part in any activity that makes him do so. He also wears a black choker around his neck, that he absolutely never takes off. The reason for all of this supposed modesty is because of the deep scars his body holds from many sessions of... "self" torture.

PERSONALITY

On the surface, Cyril can be quite a friendly fellow. He's quite handy with all sorts of things, and often finds himself helping out other students. Of course, this is what he was taught to do his entire life. Serving others with a smile on his face. Of course, is that all he is? No fucking way. Cyril is a very disturbed individual and is slowly losing his sanity to the point that he barely knows where he ends and where "it" begins. Cyril has inner demons and then some. He is considered schizophrenic by most means, though he does seem to have his demons under control, which is strange. Mostly the voices and hallucinations bother him when he is alone and not in public. The voices convince him to hurt himself in horrible ways. Because of this, he can be quite the masochist.

HISTORY

Cyril was born to a woman who was often a maid in rich households. She would serve in one mansion or another, and her boy was always allowed to help out when he could. He would often help with things like setting the table, separating out the wash, serving dinner, simple things. He was allowed to roam around the manors they served in as much as he wanted to, and that was fine by him. He preferred to spend his time in the gardens, or playing with the children if there were any.

Once school started, he was allowed to go to whatever public school was nearest. They would often serve at a place for a few years preparing the children for school or taking care of the sick or wounded or dying, and then they would move on to the next home. Cyril never found his way of life to be strange, never felt himself a visitor in any of the houses, except for one. The last one.

Cyril was nearly 13 by this point, and he could do many more chores now, including helping with plumbing and wiring if need be, helping out with any other construction or remodeling, which wound up being fairly important. It seemed that he had a great eye for design and was beginning to think about becoming an architect somewhere in his future.

While at that last employer, Cyril was helping out with the remodel of the west wing of the mansion. He was always underfoot because of his curiosity and his desire to be apart of it. Some of the contractors were perfectly fine with him helping out and some even took his suggestions to heart, but then there was one who didn't. That contractor made a point to always do something to hurt the boy. One time it was a nail gun in through his hand, another was smacking him "unintentionally" over the head with a 2x4. He would smash a hammer against his arm or leg. People started to notice that the sweet boy was suddenly becoming withdrawn, and no longer working on the remodel. Then they noticed the injuries, as he was always quite shy and modest most of the time, so he was very reluctant to tell anyone that he was hurt.

When the contractor found out that Cyril had spilled the beans, he was arrested, but he was very easily allowed bail and returned to the mansion when he knew mostly everyone would be out. He crept into Cyril's room and did awful things to him. Some say that this trauma is what caused the schizophrenic tendencies to flare up in the boy.

He secluded himself for quite awhile, locking himself away. They sent him to a mental institution, but he hated it there. So much so, that he was aggressive. He would take everything out on the staff, on the other patients. He wouldn't cooperate, and got thrown in solitary. That was when the voices really started. When they would forget that he existed for a few days at a time. When he knew his mother was terribly ashamed of him. When he no longer received visitors. He began to talk to himself, to tremble, and to harm himself.

When he turned 15, he was allowed to leave the institution, with the promise that he would stay on his medications. He returned to school, but it was too much for him, and the constant war within his own mind led him to start harming himself. The people that he hallucinated often telling him how to injure himself. And one day, he took a sharp object, and dragged it across his neck. It wasn't deep enough to kill him, but it was definitely deep enough to cause damage. From that day on, he wore a choker to cover the scar it would leave.

A few months later, he was approached by a very troubled looking being. Everything about the man looked gentle and calm, and he even spoke in a soft tone. But there was something deeper within him. He was beautiful in his own way. He offered a new life to the boy, and Cyril just accepted that. He found himself starting at a special school.

His first few years at the school have been fairly uneventful.