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Cys Nabelle ©
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6' 3" (191 cm)Weight||
155 lbs (70 kg)Likes||
Black sesame ice cream, pistachio desserts, fighting and winning, cigarettes, coffee.Loves||
Cucumber, taking baths, beating people up, the colour pink.Dislikes||
Sweet food/drinks, people who poke fun at his choice of favourite colour.Hates||
Carnivores(phagophobia), the dark(achluophobia).Personality||
Aggressive towards carnivores. Stands up for himself. A loner. However, a born leader who's responsible, dependable and never lets people down. Despite that, he's a bit of a rebel and is neither above nor below lying to save his skin if he's breaking the rules. Having said that, he's an excellent liar, though he can't seem to stop his tail from swishing and his ears from twitching when he lies. When he speaks normally, he's direct and to-the-point, most of the time insistent on maintaining eye contact.Other||
He has a fear of being eaten. (Phagophobia)
More vividly obvious than his fear of being eaten is his fear of the dark (achluophobia), serious enough that he needs to fall asleep in his conscious presence of some sort of light, like a child. If alone and trapped in the dark, he will start to hyperventilate, shiver, and, if they are available, uncontrollably chain-smoke and flick his lighter on as long as possible, over and over again.
He gets all his exercise from beating up people he doesn't like. There are quite a lot of them, which may not be very surprising as his tell-the-truth-always habit has gotten him onto blacklists more than once.
His right eye is often hidden by hair, but it's a glass prosthetic.
He needs at least five cigarettes a day(a bit difficult to obtain on campus), or he'll get so very, very cranky. Fortunately, there are several methods to calm him down: (1) get him some hot coffee with no sugar added; (2) let him beat the crap out of a big group of people; (3) just get him a friggin cigarette already.
He has a secret collection of dolls under his bed. No one else knows about it(yet(?)).
He's tried washing his pink jacket of blood several times, but he doesn't know better than to not use hot water, so the stains keep setting into the fabric. Sometimes, when he coincidentally uses cold water, the new stains come off, but he hasn't made the connection between getting them off and the water temperature yet.History||
Cys had always been a bit effeminate(take the collection of dolls he's secretly collected, for one). This was probably the fault of his mother, Mira, who, since she had wanted a girl child instead, took to dressing Cys in pretty dresses and making him grow his hair long. She spent hours brushing his hair and teaching him girly hobbies like singing, dancing, and sewing. Even when he went to school, he continued to wear pretty plaid skirts and his mother braided his hair for him every morning. Everyone thought he was a girl, and no one asked any questions. Cys had few best friends, the best of his best friends being a lonely canid boy. Unfortunately, this boy went through severe bullying because his only friend was a girl, so Cys readily moved with his parents to another home when offered the chance. Cys was 11 years old when he moved away.
Cys's father, a strong man who was paid to move heavy equipment on movie sets, was diagnosed with a tapeworm in his brain. He died soon after, and Cys moved again to a quieter town where Cys's mother could sell her paintings and get a job renting out rooms in a boarding house. Using the money Cys's father had left her, Cys's mother did just this and found she made just enough to send Cys(age 13) and his younger brother(5), Jae, to school. Two years ago, after they'd moved, Cys had stopped cross-dressing. In his new school, it was his younger brother's turn to get bullied, and Cys took to beating them up to protect his brother.
Shortly after setting up her boarding house, Cys's mother, Mira, found love in her new home, and quickly married the tiger-man she had fallen for. Unfortunately, this man took pleasure in being a perfect gentlemen where Mira was concerned; and he was a perfect figure of torture in Cys's eyes. His step-father beat him regularly, wearing out whips on him and slapping him with rough hands. Cys learned to fear his step-father when they were alone at home. He dared not tell his mother, as words of praise and love were practically streaming out her mouth every time his step-father was mentioned. When he hugged his brother tight to protect him and gritted his teeth to bear with the pain, his step-father grew ever-angrier for no apparent reason and whipped harder. For Cys's own sake and for his brother's as well, Cys learned to send Jae away when he knew that his mother wouldn't be home with them. For a year this went on(At this point, Cys was 14 Jae was 6), and then the abuse took a turn for the worse. Cys's father began to sexually harass and rape him, while continually beating him as well. Marred with burns on his legs, knife-slashes on his arms and scars on his heart, Cys's most terrifying nightmares came from personal experience. They always ended with his step-father's face, smiling and threatening to eat him.
Entry into Charter-Mays
The final straw came when his step-father chose a serving fork from the kitchen and slashed Cys's right eye with it. This was his mistake, as this injury became so severe that Cys's eye was no longer repairable. A frantic Mira sent her son to hospital(the first time she had done so, for his previous injuries had not been so noticeable). His doctor notified Mira of his other injuries and the signs of sexual abuse that he also found, utilizing the liberty of giving Cys a full-body check-up. Horrified, Mira divorced her 'perfect' husband and obtained a restraining order when he began to stalk her. She discovered that Cys had a great fear of being in certain rooms of the house, and decided that a little time away
from home might be good. She would maybe find a new place to have a boarding house while he was away, and he could be welcomed home with open arms. Jae, she said to herself, would be safe with her here to protect him. So Mira kissed her oldest son on the cheek, packed his bag and shipped him off to Charter-Mays Academy.