Backstory

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Early life

Cecil was born in 1990 to his mama, a glitzy socialite American artist who goes by "Delphine Jones". Delphine travels all around Europe but she happened to be heavily pregnant at the time she was in Berlin for an event, and there was where Cecil was born. Delphine wasn't entirely negligent, but she also wasn't properly present for that short time in Cecil's life. Usually he would be left alone, or he would be looked after by revolving doors of babysitters.

Cecil did look forward to his papa, ██████, visiting the both of them. Each time, he'll bring a whole bag of toys and that characteristic big smile of his, and would play with him as well. His papa wouldn't stay for too long, maybe just for a week before he had to leave for his mysterious 'work', but for those few days their little service apartment would feel so much happier and warmer.

But slowly, ██████ and Delphine would start to quarrel over his safety. He didn't understand why at that time, but it was because Cecil was a dhampir.

In this world, vampires cannot reveal themselves to humans--lest they break vampiric laws called the "Masquerade". The "Masquerade" exists so humans don't know that vampires exist and hence, remain pliant and wouldn't start raising pitchforks and torches to destroy them. In this world, vampires also cannot have children with mortals. Vampires are technically corpses kept alive by some vile power in their bodies. However, there exist vampires with blood so weak and diluted that they can still procreate, but these "thin-blooded" vampires are usually hunted down (by those who think their existence means the eventual end-times of vampires) or treated like weak trash.

So the fact that Cecil was a dhampir, an existence that shouldn't be, gave ██████ much paranoia. Because ██████ wasn't the secret agent that Delphine thought he was, ██████ was actually a powerful vampire hitman whose real name is Werner Faust. And a vampire like Werner should not be able to sire a child.

Werner, who hunts down a dangerous doomsday vampire supremacist cult called the Sabbat, is completely paranoid that they will eventually attack him and hurt both Delphine and Cecil. But because these are all vampire-exclusive information, he hid facts from Delphine in the midst of his paranoia-induced argument and Delphine simply could not understand what he's trying to say.

So Werner gets frustrated and even more paranoid that the two of them will become collaterals in his job, Delphine gets frustrated that Werner keeps forcing her and Cecil to 'hide somewhere' and Cecil becomes upset that Mama and Papa are fighting.

And eventually, the Sabbat picks up all these.

It started on a cold night in Paris. Cecil couldn't understand why, but Delphine started being too friendly with her new "friends" that she met during a party after a grand exhibition. He was too young then to grasp that the mastermind was a charming Sabbat cultist who blood-bonded Delphine in a lavish ritual, turning her into his bewitched ghoul.

The cultist noticed Cecil and was immediately intrigued, now why does that hitman have a child that also looks like him? Did they successfully conceive? Was it possible? Delphine, her mind now swirled into an obedient bewitched slave, told Cecil to wait in a room while the cultist called on more of his Sabbat crew to come over and pick Delphine's child up.

From Cecil's perspective, he went into a small storage room, hid quietly, and then heard strange ruckus. From Werner's perspective, Delphine wasn't picking up his calls and so he walked straight into the Sabbat's trap, got ganged up on a bunch of rookies, got beaten up and shot at and knives torn through his back but he defeated them all--including (in his horror) his lover, Delphine.

Cecil walked out, saw all the blood and his papa at the hallway bleeding out. He walked out dazed, numb, hugged his papa, and quietly from all that, the two of them left the apartment.

If he was just an ordinary kid he would have went to nursery and then kindergarten, but Cecil spent the rest of his formative years away from that trauma and instead, riding along train rides and hopping across hotels across the vast landscapes of the countryside in Central Europe.

He would be staring at the grand sights of the Alps as his train chugged through slowly, he would see rolling green hills and little villages that dot the landscapes, he would slowly fall asleep on his papa's lap and be carried into a beautiful mountain resort and a big room where he ran around happily in. He learnt his alphabets with all the personal time he now had with his papa, forming long sentences, learning how to count and how to describe faces and objects.

He would be frustrated that Werner would be fast asleep in the day and couldn't play with him, but nighttime are when they would be learning and playing before Werner goes on his "work" again and disappeared. He would return shortly after near the dawn of day, carry Cecil to the train station again and fall fast asleep on the train again, and the cycle repeats like this until Cecil eventually turned 7.

Then they headed for America, because apparently his papa said that "Your mama grew up in this country, and I think she would want you to go to school here."

Growing up in New York City

He grew up in Brooklyn, New York and ran around with all sorts of outcasts from school, from geeks to emo-artsy types to stoners. Elementary school wasn't so bad but his relationship with his papa got worse starting from middle school.

Werner started taking jobs again to support his absolutely insane spending on global safehouse properties and guns, but that meant that Cecil basically never saw his once beloved papa at all. Too busy at night to show up for his son, too busy on weekends, he promises his son that they would have family hangout again on Sunday but he forgets to take his Ritual of Daywalking and sleeps through the promise--grievances like those started to pile up and Cecil just grew so resentful about his absence in what should have been very transformative moments in his life.

So Cecil, all pumped full of teenage angst and daddy-abandonment-issues, started trying to find companionship and even love amongst his peers. All of them weren't bad, he had friends but there was an unanswered darkness in his heart that just kept him at arm's length with everyone he knew (including his exes).

Werner wasn't happy either with Cecil's reckless lifestyle and the two of them argued so frequently that it drove the poor boy deeper into this endless growing pit of daddy issues that got so bad because--it would be easy for Cecil to dismiss his dad as an asshat. It would have been so easy if he was a piece of shit for Cecil's whole life.

But the truth was that Cecil still remembered the days he saw majestic snowy caps and deep blue skies while lying peacefully on his papa's lap in that gently rocking train. That his papa knew that he was being absent in his boy's life and god he tried he really did, and he did sometimes show up for unexpected moments in Cecil's teenage-hood. That he cried when he came out to Werner while in the car and, very quietly in his own stoic way, supported Cecil as much as he could through as much name-ID-changing-maybe-T-or-surgery-if-he-wanted-to process as Cecil was comfortable with. That when a crazy ex of his assaulted Cecil at his house at night and Werner killed him (on accidental reaction) and "oh god what the hell but also Papa was so suspiciously good at cleaning up the murder" and

The worst part of all these was that his dad was so his type. Like if there was a guy out there that looked just like him and acted just like him then it would be perfect. But that's also not a healthy thing to say and could be hormones talking but that witch brew of hate and worry and raging teenage hormones and confused love and daddy issues continues stirring in the pit that was his heart. And it went on and on through his high school years of broken promises and crazy parties and strange people he would never think to see again.

And then eventually he got into some art college like mindlessly following his mama's footsteps and, during a summer exchange program back in Berlin, he accidentally got himself killed and destroyed the bodies of 3 mysterious individuals who turned out to be vampiric Elders of vampire society, that being the Camarilla.

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 and watching that one familiar face in his life, his own father, publicly say that he was never his child--it tore what little strings of hope and being saved left in 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.

Cecil abhorred him for that. To be thrown into fresh new hell without even reassurance that he would be alright, for any reset of what poor relationship they had prior to this meant that nothing of what Werner said was registered to him. He needed to escape, to break out of that glorified jail cell.

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. There are various anarchist gangs that all called themselves the 'Anarchs' with a vaguely similar disatisfaction with the status quo, the current vampiric society bound by laws created by the 'Camarilla', the vampiric government. Amongst the squabbling gangs there ruled the strongest and largest gang that Cecil got to know. He had only met the weaker of the gang, mostly young, disillusioned 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 that new truth 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, willing to drop the fight and confront the mysterious Prince himself. However, before a surprised Cecil could respond, his anarchist gang members sprung their attack, turning the ambush into a violent brawl that left many boiled alive and ripped up, with many vampires facing their final deaths that night. Only Cecil won, with Werner unable to muster the strength to retaliate against his own son.

With that the civil war was over, Cecil a hero and the Sheriff finally defeated once and for all. But what was left of the gang couldn't find either of them or their bodies. Cecil himself 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 stupidly 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 ██████ 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 and later realised 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 Türkiye, 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 safehouses yet–-a small old 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

Leaving behind all the crazy adventures he had for the past few years, Cecil followed his father to recuperate (and secretly enjoy) a quiet life in the English countryside from a quaint, small brickhouse that doubled up as another of Werner's secret safehouses. As far as he knew, Werner didn't want to return anywhere near Germany for a while lest someone recognised him, and Cecil didn't want any former Anarch buddies asking favours due to his newfound fame. The goal was to let probably another few years to pass, and for the political situation to settle down before they returned.

In the meantime, Cecil attempted to finally learn about his vampiric abilities, to much difficulty and annoyance. When Werner eventually learnt, after digging around for information, that Cecil functionally couldn't activate any vampiric ability from his half-blooded nature, the truth crushed him, but only temporarily.

With an underground blood-working scene and witch-like magic getting vogue online, he found out about something called 'thin-blooded alchemy' that many thin-blooded vampires secretly do to augment their comparatively weak abilities.

(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. She still can't really grasp his trans identity but is slowly coming around.

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.

He eventually becomes surprisingly adept at Thin-Blooded Blood Alchemy, being a good experimenter and taking pride in something he could own for himself. Werner has no knowledge of this trending 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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He's like, a little emo bitch and also a stubborn bratty princess. Kinda tsundere and loves to look tuff.