Backstory

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Cecil was born in 1990, Berlin, Germany as a girl called "Celine Jones", taking after his mother Delphine's surname. Early in his life he would move to the United States with Delphine, travelling from state to state with her under work and socialite reasons.

Occasionally, his father, Werner, would also come to the United States to visit him, bringing toys and happily playing with him. It was always a happy occasion when he came to visit, but as the years went by, his parents started to quarrel over Cecil's safety.

At some point when he was still a toddler, Delphine started befriending strange people he had never seen before, dressed akin to New Age religious groups with secretive group seances. He wasn't close to her then, but that was the start of her feeling truly like a stranger. Unknownst to him, that was a Sabbat infiltrator who had successfully turned Delphine into an obedient ghoul, and was planning to not only snatch Cecil away but to also take down Werner, who was a successful hitman for the Camarilla at that time.

Cecil was locked away in a dark room, and after a while he crawled out to see his bloodied father running a knife through his mother's chest. That was the last time he saw Delphine, while being whisked away from his blood-stained house at Brooklyn, New York to the train carriages of Europe.

For a brief few years he continued travelling around Europe with Werner, from roadside motels to secret hideouts to lavish hotels across mountains and beaches. Cecil couldn't understand why they only travelled at night but it was a defining period in his childhood which even now he reminisced fondly on.

Eventually they returned to New York where, according to what Werner thought Delphine would have wanted, sent him through the American education system. However, work from the Camarilla got hectic and, in effort to cover up his double life from Cecil, Werner unknowingly started to neglect his own son.

Through his school years Cecil also started to explore a change in his gender identity, calling himself by his new name (inspired from old Final Fantasy games that he played at that time) and got involved with a rowdier, party-loving crowd in effort to find love and belonging that he no longer received at home.
However, the rowdier he got, the more paranoid and obsessive an already sleep-deprived Werner got to tighten his watchful grip on Cecil, his reason being that "he has no idea how dangerous the outside world is".

It was at high school where their familial relationship eventually imploded, and Cecil, who craved affection and understanding, ran off to find any kind of surface-level affection from anyone he knew in school or elsewhere. Things got bad enough when one of Cecil's partners at that time got himself accidentally killed by Werner.

Thus, with nothing but bad memories at home, he took the chance to have a summer exchange at another university in Berlin, with a chance to make new friends and soak in the city that held only softer, happier memories of his childhood with a father that still smiled at him with kindness and love. Little does Cecil know that that's where the Piggle Party sets its stage.

Arcs

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Arc 1

Things went south quickly when bitter feelings between Cecil and his buddies at the exchange caused construction equipment by a canal to fall, Cecil falling alongside it. At that point in his life, surviving that fall didn't matter any more. Which made waking up in court all the more confusing, with the murders of 3 Camarilla Elders pinned on him.

By the orders of the Prince of Berlin, it was easy to see that the young 'vampire' (assumed to be a vampire because who else would have known of a secretive information exchange between Elders and recovering from a grievous injury no mortal should survive from) was guilty as charged. However, the Prince's right hand man, the Sheriff, intervened on Cecil's behalf. To his shock, that man was no other than his father, Werner.

Werner claimed that Cecil was nothing more than his underling, and instead of an execution, called for him to be locked up under his tight supervision instead. To Cecil, this new and confusing world made no sense to him, but watching his own father publicly say that he was never his child broke his heart.

Following the next few days, Cecil was sent away to a remote apartment at the fringes of the city, locked up and given a quick rundown of the truth--that he's been a half-vampire all along. Werner knew that Cecil would be in danger if truth got out that he was a dhamphir, even being seen as a ‘thin-blood’ vampire would have been safer. With years of paranoia and stress dealing with the Sabbat and a growing Anarch threat, Werner decided that Cecil’s best bet for survival would be to stay inside the apartment and study up all he can about his new clan disciplines, history, and as much knowledge as possible to fortify himself against any attacks.

And definitely, Cecil abhorred him for that.

Arc 2

Eventually Cecil broke out of Werner’s solitary jail for him, sick of his unreasonable rigid control. To Cecil, there was no proof of anything he said, from being in ‘danger’ to any of the boogeymen of ‘Sabbat’ or ‘paranoid Camarilla’ or anything that sounded like doomsday bullshit to him. If he wanted the truth, he would get out and witness it with his own two eyes.

From there, Cecil met up with the outcasts, the rebels at the fringe of vampiric soceity–the Anarchs. He had only met the weaker of the gang, mostly young vampires and other thin-blooded vampires treated like trash or actively culled by orders of the Prince and, by his hand, the sinister Sheriff and his Hounds.
Cecil was horrified. How was it that his father, the one who smiled on him so kindly in his childhood, would be the face of this brutal atrocity that has spanned for almost half a decade? But the more he thought about how cold he had gotten since high school, he slowly came to terms with it and joined the rank and file of the Anarchs, finding strange camaraderie for the first time.

The Anarchs hit hard and fast against the Camarilla, certain that they would win. Soon, it became clear that they had one last target to take out before reaching the Prince, and that was the Sheriff himself. Cecil knew this, and knew the rumours flying around that the Sheriff was his ‘sire’, although no one knew it was because Werner was his father.

Taking advantage of that information, Cecil and his squad of Anarchs staked out a spot under a highway, luring the terrifying Sheriff into a trap. To his shock, Werner came in unarmed with his guard down, as if he was at the edge of crumbling. Before he could act, the vampires sprung their attack, turning the ambush into a violent brawl that left many boiled alive and ripped up, many young vampires facing their final deaths that night. But Cecil won, only by an inch from the weakness he saw in his father’s eyes.

With that the civil war was over, Cecil a hero and the Sheriff finally defeated once and for all.
He never knew what happened afterwards, if the Baron of the Anarchs confronted the Prince or if they sent out another squad of young and fiery vampires to take the unguarded Prince down, like they did to his father. Or if the Prince finally fled Berlin, his life intact.

Cecil walked away dragging Werner’s torpor-ed body behind him, disgusted by everything. He finally had what he wanted, freedom and his father's un-life in his hands.

Pre-Arc 3

Cecil had a bit too much fun torturing his poor old dad until Werner went into Frenzy and nearly ate up his son. What followed was a wasted year of torpor while Werner wallowed in sorrow and immense guilt.

Arc 3

Cecil woke up a year later in an isolated cabin in the deeper woods of the Black Forest, realising he had been perfectly taken care of and fed enough blood to not feel effects of near-Frenzy. However, to his rude shock, Werner’s body was found shrivelled up like a corpse on the floor, papers and journals strewn all over with ink and loose papers.

Piecing up this bizarre scene together with the copious amounts of information his father left behind in a hurry, Cecil learnt many truths.
One, that the stress of two decades-worth of daywalking rituals, all in effort to raise Cecil and maintain his double-life as a vampire assassin, has finally caught up with him and collapsed his body into deep sleep.
Two, for the longest time he knew his father as “Sascha” or called him “Papa”, and others called him by his various names hiding behind false identities. But now he knew his father to be a man once known as Werner Faust, who had a long story up until he met Delphine and what was her eventual fate. And all the paranoia, a betrayal from someone he thought he could trust, the death of his respected sire, the politics, the fight, the power-struggle to step into the shoes he thought was so great–

That “sorry” wasn’t enough for all that he had put his son through.

There were instructions left for Cecil to bury his body deep beneath the earth of the Black Forest, to forget him and live his life free, the strong and capable young man that he now proved himself to be. There was also a list of names, teachers that Werner tracked down that could potentially teach Cecil more about the vampiric powers he now had, and electrical magic that he seemed to pursue.

Cecil, in his usual characteristic defiance, decided that he should drag Werner’s body around with him instead, waiting for him to wake up and feeding him blood like he did to him when he was out of cold for a year. Like hell he was going to bury his father in some unmarked grave after all that they have gone through. They would travel around Europe again, just like he did with him when he was little. And, perhaps, find these teachers along the way.

Unfortunately, along the way he clashed with a rookie vampire hunter Riki who thought he would be easy to kill, and with another rookie vampire Jack who seemed to recognise Werner from the past and stole the luggage where his body was kept. With Riki, who also seemed to recognise Werner from the past, realising what was in that luggage, what was supposed to be a simple adventure turned into a monkey-in-the-middle chase that spanned across a good part of the globe.

Eventually at the border of Turkiye, the three rookie goons had a bit of a Mexican standoff that sent the former schoolmates Riki and Cecil into knockout. Cecil woke up at a shelter in Istanbul, miraculously saved by Ece whom he hadn’t seen in almost a decade. There he met Ece’s sire, Khalid, who had been running a shelter for lost and injured vampires around the country.

Rested up and ready to roll, Cecil heads off again to recover his papa-luggage from Jack, eventually bringing the three to one of Werner’s strangest hideouts yet–a strange small castle in the outskirts of the woods. To the shock of the three, Werner’s body was no longer in the luggage, and with that the once-feared Sheriff of Berlin had finally awoken. Cecil ran off in hopes to find him first in the castle, but he took the wrong turn and missed out a bulk of the action. Werner was sweet enough to pick up his silly lost son later on though.

Arc 4

To be continued...

Relationships

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Werner Faust
Cecil's father. No idea why he wants to smooch this guy but at least Werner (with great guilt) reciprocates it. Completely dotes on Cecil when he was younger, which made the whole "too busy at work" thing later on in his teenage years all the more painful for the growing young man.

Hated his guts for being overcontrolling and cold-hearted in Arc 1, hated his guts for working for the Camarilla in Arc 2 and then crumpled in Arc 3 when he was truly left alone with most of the truth, regrets and apologies now laid bare before him in hurried notes and journals. They're kinda a happy couple now in Arc 4...for the better or for the worse.

Delphine
Cecil's mother. He was never that close to her as she was a little more standoffish with him, but he didn't hate her either. Delphine did allow Cecil to have a free and easy childhood, but it was a little lonely without much interaction to begin with.

Ece Araz + Tomonori Hisa
Strange figures who occasionally showed up on the doorstep while Cecil was in his teens. Knew them to be his father's colleagues, although he couldn't guess what their professions were. Ece was like an auntie towards him, although she couldn't grasp his trans identity at that time.
Years later during Arc 3, it was Ece who dragged the heavily-injured Cecil out of the mud in Turkiye, after his 3-way altercation between Riki and Jack.

Riki Hisa
They knew each other from high school days but were never really that close. In fact they both forgot about each other. This realisation only hit much later in Arc 3.

Jack Whittaker
Complete one-sided hatred against Jack for not only being naturally strong but also free-spirited and relaxed. Deep-down Cecil is just jealous.

Khalid
Saved his life and gave him shelter when he was left stranded in Arc 3. Part of him saw a little bit of his father in the old man, if Werner was more forgiving of himself.

Appearance

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Short blonde asshole with a round face, piggy nose, scarlet-pink blank eyes and pigtails.

He normally dresses quite masculine but chooses to wear cute dresses or revealing clothes around Werner. This is partly to torture the older man but also some kind of strange DDLG thing that Cecil is into.

Abilities

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Extremely weak undead dhampir, not physically strong or smart. Growing up fending for himself in Brooklyn did help him learn how to throw a mean punch though.

Of all Clan Tremere disciplines he can only master a singular lvl1 Blood Sorcery spell, on the Path of Levinbolt. There's absolutely no reason for him to go down the Path of Levinbolt. He just wants to be different and, because of that, struggles to find a teacher who can teach him.

Experience with other thin-blooded vampires in the Anarchs did teach him the basics of Blood Alchemy and a few New-Age-inspired vampiric magic rituals, something he is surprisingly adept at. Werner has no knowledge of this modern magecraft and takes great interest in it, so Cecil loves to show off and improve this alchemic skill of his.

Concept

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A bitch. Literally suffers from his own hubris. Doesn't learn from his mistakes.