Name: Ciprian Matthews
Nickname: Ciprian
Age: 16
Species: Human/kharjin/Fallen Angel
Home World: Earth
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 6'0"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Nickname: Ciprian
Age: 16
Species: Human/kharjin/Fallen Angel
Home World: Earth
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Omnisexual
Height: 6'0"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Past
Within demon society half breeds are greatly sought after commodities, and demons will pay high sums in order to gain possession of one. A fact that many take advantage of. These people will seek out half-breeds to sell and some will even sell their own family whom happens to be half-breeds. Life as someone's possessions is not an easy. Many of these half-breeds are considered nothing more than punching bags---something to be used and abused in whatever way the masters see fit. This was going to be Ciprian's fate. He was born a half-breed, or at least this is what is believed. No one realized that his father had been a half-breed himself. They believed his father had been a fallen angel and his mother a human. He never knew his father. He was said to have left before Ciprian was born, and he has very little memories of his mother.
His clearest memory of her was the day his mother sold him to the whore house that specializes in taboo--if not downright illegal---fetishes. Life before that moment was not ideal. He had no clue towards his half-breed status, but he did know his mother didn't love him. She didn't play with him, didn't hug or kiss him. She rarely interacted with him outside providing him with his basic needs and those few moments she did it was to tell him what a horrible monster he was. He didn't know what made him a monster--only that he was. Yet, in spite her hatred towards him Ciprian loved her. He wanted nothing more than to gain her affection more than that he didn't want to leave her. He begged and pleaded to stay with her. He promised he would be better. He apologized for all the bad things he had done--no matter how small.
His cries, however, went upon deaf ears. His mother smiled at his tears and told him that he was finally getting his just deserts, and that if she had known such a place existed before that she would have paid them to take him away. However, she was not going to turn the money they offered her for him down because she should reap some reward for having to harbor something so horrendous. He didn't know it but the whore house was owned and ran by demons whom specialized in breaking in half-breeds for demons whom had no interest in breaking in their toys themselves, and that long before he was born that he had been claimed by a demon whom wished for his spirit to be so broken that the very thought of rebellion never occurred to him.
In fact, the woman he believed to be his mother was not actually his mother and his time spent with her was all a part of the training regime that the organization had employed to break him. However, due to the fact Ciprian was unaware of this truth he believed his training begun the very day he arrived at the whore house. They taught him the art of sexually pleasing both men and women as well as the art of conversation because a number of people visit brothels such as this to ease a sense of loneliness and they sometimes found engaging in conversation to be a better way of doing this than having sex. He learned how to engage in whatever sexual fetish someone might have and enjoy it, well, pretend to, at the very least.
He was abused and tortured in other ways besides the sexual aspect. He was whipped until his back was so raw and bloody that even the slightest movement caused him immense pain, and even if they were not whipping him they were beating him in other manners or simply putting out their cigarettes upon his body. They wanted to make it clear that he existed for nothing more than the pleasure of others---no matter what form that pleasure took. He hated it there, but he managed to endure his torturous training on the belief that if he is good enough that his mother will eventually come for him. He was twelve years old when he finally accepted that his mother nor anyone else for that matter was going to save him and that the only way to escape from his personal hell was with his own two hands.
The question on how to do this answered itself when Ciprian somehow tapped into the powers he inherited from his father. He has no idea how he did it. In fact, he has no idea that he is something more than human as his trainer believed it better not to clue him into this fact. Where these powers came didn't matter to him. The important detail was they helped him escape the hellhole. One moment he was wishing for his torment to end and the next he was sitting within a pile of blood with the dead bodies of all those whom had been inside the establishment scattered around him. He must have caused quite the ruckus while slaughtering those within the whore house because a few moments later the police came rushing into the door to find Ciprian sitting where he was with an blank expression painted upon his face.
They asked him what happened and he told them in a voice as devoid of emotions as his face that he killed them. They tried to probe from him why, but to no avail. They decided the only thing left to do was to take Ciprian away from that place and get him cleaned up. It was only after investigating the building did they believe they had some understanding on why he might have killed everyone. Yet, knowing this and knowing how to help the hurt child was two different things. He walked around in a daze, rarely speaking and when he did speak he spoke in that same emotionless voice that he used when they first encounter him. They were uncertain if it was shock that had him acting this way or if the years of abuse he had to endure had done unrectifiable damages to his mind. If the latter was true he might have to spend the rest of his life within a mental institution.
It appeared that the insane asylum was looking to be the most viable option with each passing day. No one appeared to be interested in taking in a child with several psychological and emotional issues--especially not if they are Ciprian's age. That was until the Matthews came into the agency. They had come to adopt a baby, but that all changed the moment they laid eyes upon Ciprian. The agency was reluctant at first, claiming that he had too many issues to adopted out and that they were planning on sending him to a mental institution. They explained to the couple his situation, which only increased their resolve to adopt him. They didn't think replacing one prison with another would do Ciprian any good. They believed that Ciprian needed attention and care that neither the adoption agency or a mental hospital would be able to provide for him. He needed someone whom was able to spend constant one on one time with him.
The agency agreed with their assessment, and so they accepted the Matthews proposal to take Ciprian into their care, but told the couple to wait before finalizing the adoption. They doubted that they truly realized what they were getting into and if they decided that Ciprian was too much for them to handle it would make it easier to give custody of him back to the agency. They. also, asked that the couple allow them to have periodically visit with the boy. The couple agreed. They understand the reasons behind why the agency wished for all these things. They walked over to Ciprian and told him that he was coming home with them. He responded by simply grabbing his things and following them out to their car. He said nothing during the ride to their home in spite their attempts to strike up a conversation with him.
Once home he walked around in that same devoid way of his. Only appearing to rise out of it when he attempted to seduce one of them. Each of them rejected his advances, but this could not be said of everyone whom had contact with Ciprian. A few of their friends accepted his passages and begun to have a sexual relationship with him. However, his adoptive father would discover one of his friends sleeping with Ciprian. He walked in on them doing the deed, and he became outraged. Not at Ciprian, he knew he was only doing what he had been taught. His rage was directed solely at his friends, and it only increased upon hearing his words. The man told Ciprian's adoptive father that the boy had wanted it. He had seduced him. Ciprian's adoptive father told his now ex-friend that he was the adult it didn't matter if Ciprian tried to seduce him or not it was his responsibility to reject his passages. He than told him to get the fuck out of his home before he castrated him and never come back.
His adopive father called the police to tell them what his former friend had done before calling his wife to tell her what had just transpired. After he was done with his phone calls he turned his attention towards Ciprian, whom had his head dropped and spoke for the first time since arriving. Even when he attempted to seduce them he never uttered a single word instead he allowed his body to do all the talking. He asked "I am a monster, aren't I?" Emotions swept over his adaptive father. He was overjoyed with hearing Ciprian speak for the first time, but at the same time his words and the tone he used to speak them filled with unspeakable sense of sadness. He rushed to Ciprian, wrapping him within his arms and told him over and over again that no, he wasn't a monster. This was the breakthrough they needed.
With each passing day Ciprian begun to talk more, and what a sharp tongue he had. They didn't care. Each word he utter was a treasure to them. They encouraged him to express himself in whatever manner he wished even if it as in a way others would have reprimanded him for. They decided that he had enough breakthrough that they could start sending him to public school. They believed that spending time with children his own age would do him a lot of good, and Ciprian was excited about the prospect of making friends. Yet, things did not turn out the way he hoped. The other children found him strange and he quickly became the object of their teasing. He didn't understand why they were so cruel to him. He just wanted to be their friends, but nothing he tried granted him the friendship he sought. Eventually he said fuck it. If they didn't want to be his friend he didn't want to be theirs either. He begun to be cruel to them back, showing them that he was just as good--if not better--at playing their little game.
It was not long after this that Ciprian decided that something needed to be done about those adults whom molest children. He didn't believe that sending them to prison--even if it meant--throwing away the key was the answer. He believed there was only one response to these people and that was ending their miserable life. He knew there were those whom would disagree. Some believed that locking these people away from the rest of their lives was a far greater punishment, but Ciprian didn't want to risk them getting released and repeating their crimes upon another child. He knew that killing these people would not be an easy task and that he could end up spending the rest of his life within prison or condemned to death if the police caught him. He might be killing the scums of the earth, but a number of them hold the belief that murder is wrong no matter the reasons. Not only that, he was taking justice into his own hands.
His first murder was sloppy, but overtime he perfected his skills and he has become quite infamous. However, the thing about what he does that gets him most isn't his fame or the praise of those whom think he is doing a good deed, but the look of gratitude upon his victims' faces. He doesn't know how many of them uttered something along the lines of 'Thank God my prayers were answered." Each them Ciprian is confused and he even managed to ask some of them if they knew what they were doing was bad than why did they continue to do it? Their responses were more or less the same. "I know what I do is wrong. I don't mean to hurt them. I don't want to hurt them. I try to stop, but I can't. I know this is no excuse. Perhaps. the answer is simply I am a monster" These encounters always hit Ciprian the hardest. He can't help thinking he is helping these victims of his as much as he might be saving any future victims of theirs from abuse.
Being a murderer or a Vigilante was not the only crime he had committed. He is, also, a rapist. There are those that will believe that this makes him a hypocrite, but he does not agree with this assessment. He believes there is a difference between taking what you desire from someone old enough to comprehend what is happening and doing so with someone whom isn't. More than that it allows him to have absolute control over a sexual situation so he'll never find himself falling into the same role that he found so difficult to get out of in the first place. If you ask him none of his victims are anyone he is interested in having a relationship with outside the bedroom, but whether or not this is the truth is another story.
Present
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Face Portrayed By: Vasiliy Makarov
His clearest memory of her was the day his mother sold him to the whore house that specializes in taboo--if not downright illegal---fetishes. Life before that moment was not ideal. He had no clue towards his half-breed status, but he did know his mother didn't love him. She didn't play with him, didn't hug or kiss him. She rarely interacted with him outside providing him with his basic needs and those few moments she did it was to tell him what a horrible monster he was. He didn't know what made him a monster--only that he was. Yet, in spite her hatred towards him Ciprian loved her. He wanted nothing more than to gain her affection more than that he didn't want to leave her. He begged and pleaded to stay with her. He promised he would be better. He apologized for all the bad things he had done--no matter how small.
His cries, however, went upon deaf ears. His mother smiled at his tears and told him that he was finally getting his just deserts, and that if she had known such a place existed before that she would have paid them to take him away. However, she was not going to turn the money they offered her for him down because she should reap some reward for having to harbor something so horrendous. He didn't know it but the whore house was owned and ran by demons whom specialized in breaking in half-breeds for demons whom had no interest in breaking in their toys themselves, and that long before he was born that he had been claimed by a demon whom wished for his spirit to be so broken that the very thought of rebellion never occurred to him.
In fact, the woman he believed to be his mother was not actually his mother and his time spent with her was all a part of the training regime that the organization had employed to break him. However, due to the fact Ciprian was unaware of this truth he believed his training begun the very day he arrived at the whore house. They taught him the art of sexually pleasing both men and women as well as the art of conversation because a number of people visit brothels such as this to ease a sense of loneliness and they sometimes found engaging in conversation to be a better way of doing this than having sex. He learned how to engage in whatever sexual fetish someone might have and enjoy it, well, pretend to, at the very least.
He was abused and tortured in other ways besides the sexual aspect. He was whipped until his back was so raw and bloody that even the slightest movement caused him immense pain, and even if they were not whipping him they were beating him in other manners or simply putting out their cigarettes upon his body. They wanted to make it clear that he existed for nothing more than the pleasure of others---no matter what form that pleasure took. He hated it there, but he managed to endure his torturous training on the belief that if he is good enough that his mother will eventually come for him. He was twelve years old when he finally accepted that his mother nor anyone else for that matter was going to save him and that the only way to escape from his personal hell was with his own two hands.
The question on how to do this answered itself when Ciprian somehow tapped into the powers he inherited from his father. He has no idea how he did it. In fact, he has no idea that he is something more than human as his trainer believed it better not to clue him into this fact. Where these powers came didn't matter to him. The important detail was they helped him escape the hellhole. One moment he was wishing for his torment to end and the next he was sitting within a pile of blood with the dead bodies of all those whom had been inside the establishment scattered around him. He must have caused quite the ruckus while slaughtering those within the whore house because a few moments later the police came rushing into the door to find Ciprian sitting where he was with an blank expression painted upon his face.
They asked him what happened and he told them in a voice as devoid of emotions as his face that he killed them. They tried to probe from him why, but to no avail. They decided the only thing left to do was to take Ciprian away from that place and get him cleaned up. It was only after investigating the building did they believe they had some understanding on why he might have killed everyone. Yet, knowing this and knowing how to help the hurt child was two different things. He walked around in a daze, rarely speaking and when he did speak he spoke in that same emotionless voice that he used when they first encounter him. They were uncertain if it was shock that had him acting this way or if the years of abuse he had to endure had done unrectifiable damages to his mind. If the latter was true he might have to spend the rest of his life within a mental institution.
It appeared that the insane asylum was looking to be the most viable option with each passing day. No one appeared to be interested in taking in a child with several psychological and emotional issues--especially not if they are Ciprian's age. That was until the Matthews came into the agency. They had come to adopt a baby, but that all changed the moment they laid eyes upon Ciprian. The agency was reluctant at first, claiming that he had too many issues to adopted out and that they were planning on sending him to a mental institution. They explained to the couple his situation, which only increased their resolve to adopt him. They didn't think replacing one prison with another would do Ciprian any good. They believed that Ciprian needed attention and care that neither the adoption agency or a mental hospital would be able to provide for him. He needed someone whom was able to spend constant one on one time with him.
The agency agreed with their assessment, and so they accepted the Matthews proposal to take Ciprian into their care, but told the couple to wait before finalizing the adoption. They doubted that they truly realized what they were getting into and if they decided that Ciprian was too much for them to handle it would make it easier to give custody of him back to the agency. They. also, asked that the couple allow them to have periodically visit with the boy. The couple agreed. They understand the reasons behind why the agency wished for all these things. They walked over to Ciprian and told him that he was coming home with them. He responded by simply grabbing his things and following them out to their car. He said nothing during the ride to their home in spite their attempts to strike up a conversation with him.
Once home he walked around in that same devoid way of his. Only appearing to rise out of it when he attempted to seduce one of them. Each of them rejected his advances, but this could not be said of everyone whom had contact with Ciprian. A few of their friends accepted his passages and begun to have a sexual relationship with him. However, his adoptive father would discover one of his friends sleeping with Ciprian. He walked in on them doing the deed, and he became outraged. Not at Ciprian, he knew he was only doing what he had been taught. His rage was directed solely at his friends, and it only increased upon hearing his words. The man told Ciprian's adoptive father that the boy had wanted it. He had seduced him. Ciprian's adoptive father told his now ex-friend that he was the adult it didn't matter if Ciprian tried to seduce him or not it was his responsibility to reject his passages. He than told him to get the fuck out of his home before he castrated him and never come back.
His adopive father called the police to tell them what his former friend had done before calling his wife to tell her what had just transpired. After he was done with his phone calls he turned his attention towards Ciprian, whom had his head dropped and spoke for the first time since arriving. Even when he attempted to seduce them he never uttered a single word instead he allowed his body to do all the talking. He asked "I am a monster, aren't I?" Emotions swept over his adaptive father. He was overjoyed with hearing Ciprian speak for the first time, but at the same time his words and the tone he used to speak them filled with unspeakable sense of sadness. He rushed to Ciprian, wrapping him within his arms and told him over and over again that no, he wasn't a monster. This was the breakthrough they needed.
With each passing day Ciprian begun to talk more, and what a sharp tongue he had. They didn't care. Each word he utter was a treasure to them. They encouraged him to express himself in whatever manner he wished even if it as in a way others would have reprimanded him for. They decided that he had enough breakthrough that they could start sending him to public school. They believed that spending time with children his own age would do him a lot of good, and Ciprian was excited about the prospect of making friends. Yet, things did not turn out the way he hoped. The other children found him strange and he quickly became the object of their teasing. He didn't understand why they were so cruel to him. He just wanted to be their friends, but nothing he tried granted him the friendship he sought. Eventually he said fuck it. If they didn't want to be his friend he didn't want to be theirs either. He begun to be cruel to them back, showing them that he was just as good--if not better--at playing their little game.
It was not long after this that Ciprian decided that something needed to be done about those adults whom molest children. He didn't believe that sending them to prison--even if it meant--throwing away the key was the answer. He believed there was only one response to these people and that was ending their miserable life. He knew there were those whom would disagree. Some believed that locking these people away from the rest of their lives was a far greater punishment, but Ciprian didn't want to risk them getting released and repeating their crimes upon another child. He knew that killing these people would not be an easy task and that he could end up spending the rest of his life within prison or condemned to death if the police caught him. He might be killing the scums of the earth, but a number of them hold the belief that murder is wrong no matter the reasons. Not only that, he was taking justice into his own hands.
His first murder was sloppy, but overtime he perfected his skills and he has become quite infamous. However, the thing about what he does that gets him most isn't his fame or the praise of those whom think he is doing a good deed, but the look of gratitude upon his victims' faces. He doesn't know how many of them uttered something along the lines of 'Thank God my prayers were answered." Each them Ciprian is confused and he even managed to ask some of them if they knew what they were doing was bad than why did they continue to do it? Their responses were more or less the same. "I know what I do is wrong. I don't mean to hurt them. I don't want to hurt them. I try to stop, but I can't. I know this is no excuse. Perhaps. the answer is simply I am a monster" These encounters always hit Ciprian the hardest. He can't help thinking he is helping these victims of his as much as he might be saving any future victims of theirs from abuse.
Being a murderer or a Vigilante was not the only crime he had committed. He is, also, a rapist. There are those that will believe that this makes him a hypocrite, but he does not agree with this assessment. He believes there is a difference between taking what you desire from someone old enough to comprehend what is happening and doing so with someone whom isn't. More than that it allows him to have absolute control over a sexual situation so he'll never find himself falling into the same role that he found so difficult to get out of in the first place. If you ask him none of his victims are anyone he is interested in having a relationship with outside the bedroom, but whether or not this is the truth is another story.
Present
Four years have passed since Ciprian broke free of the whore house which had served as his personal hell for years. He has surprised people with how well adjusted he seemed to be. Through, those closest too him can still see the impact that his years of abuse has upon him, but they are confident that with time and patient that he can be healed even more. Yet, it was fact that he seemed to be so adjusted that the agency finally let the Matthews adopt him. He would be lying if he claimed that being adopted wasn't happiest day of his life. He have come to love the Matthews and has been increasingly calling them ma or pa. Not only that, he managed to make a friend. A girl named Roselynde, whom is too pure for the world. He is extremely protective of her, and anyone whom attempts to hurt her finds out just how vicious he can be.
While life appears to be good it is not without its tragedies. The biggest one was when it was discovered that his adopted mother had cancer. They caught it too late and the spread very quickly after that. She was dead within a few months of finding out. Ciprian won't admit it, but her death has hit him very hard. There is, also, the fact that the powers he has used the night he freed himself is starting to resurface. It had went dormant after the event and remained so until around his sixteenth birthday. It doesn't display itself with the same intensity as it did that night, and along with these powers his back has been itching and burning fiercely. He even notices feathers whenever he wakes up---a few he even plucked from his own back. He doesn't know what this mean nor does he know whom he might be able to ask, but some part of him wonder if this means he really is a monster.
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Face Portrayed By: Vasiliy Makarov
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