Cicero Schiff ●

[Cicero Schiff]

Name: Cicero Schiff Age: 18 Gender: Male Sexuality: Unknown even to him Faction: Neutral Occupation: Jobless Playby: TOKYO GHOUL, Juuzou Suzuya Traits Positive Happy Sociable Devoted Energetic Spontaneous Practical Truthful Negative Emotionally Unstable Unpredictable Insane Obsessive Possessive No sense of self-preservation Delusional History - Cicero was born into the most unusual of couples. A religious “enthusiast” and a psychology teacher, the child had a relatively normal upbringing and childhood. His mother would teach him about her religion and his father would respect it, just as long as it wasn’t forced upon the boy and didn’t cross that line they had long established. He was a kind, gentle and understanding man that loved his wife very much and even more his beautiful child that had her eyes and hair. - He was homeschooled for the most part, but his parents eventually decided it would be better if he interacted with children his age. There seemed to be a slight issue though within the first few months of the boy joining secondary school. Yes, he was somewhat mocked for his appearance, considering he appeared to be more of a girl than a boy, but the fights he got in weren’t the issue. What drove him to get into them was. - Witnessing abnormal behavior, his father decided to take him to the doctor to see if there was something wrong, an ailment of sorts. But he was perfectly healthy it seemed. Upon talking to the boy in private though, the doctor discovered something in his behavior that truly seemed… Strange. So he advised the parents to seek out a pediatric psychologist, to let him analyze the child. After a few more tests, the doctor diagnosed the young Cicero with pediatric schizophrenia. When prompted by his father as to how that could be true, the boy fearfully looked at his mother before looking away and telling them that the voices in his head said that his mother would hurt him if he ever let them know they existed. But if he ignored them, they would hurt him or his parents. - Luckily, there were solutions for his case, medication mostly along with weekly checkups to monitor his condition. But on the other hand, the climate at home was getting worse and worse. His mother continued to press that medicine couldn’t help him, that he was afflicted with something science couldn’t solve. Needless to say that it was stress enough for his father that his son had a mental condition, so dealing with his wife’s constant pressure to do something else wasn’t exactly aiding him. Sleepless nights were passed by him, the man dreading the day when he had to return to work and was afraid to leave his child with his own wife and his mother. - Thankfully though, she seemed to come to her senses when the time his father dreaded came, seemingly accepting that the child was recovering and seemed to be getting better with each passing day. He finally got a goodnight’s sleep. But he was unaware of what events transpired when he left for work, his wife actually going to the point of withholding the child’s medication, as she was convinced that it wasn’t what they were all saying, that the child was possessed by something and only she could help him through faith. - At first, it seemed harmless, even if it did scare Cicero quite a bit. Chants, water on his face, incense, crosses, visits from the priest from the local church. She claimed to him that she was helping him, that this was for his own good and that she would save him from this evil. He didn’t know what she was talking about, but he didn’t tell her that the voices were still there, whispering to him, even going as far as making him hallucinate. He needed his medication, but his mother didn’t want him to have it. To her, faith was the only thing that could heal him. -His condition worsened, his father unsure what else to do since it didn’t seem to be working. Cicero never told him what happened every time he left the house. After all, his mother loved him right? She was trying to help him, right? She would take the voices away. But the boy instead began to endure more painful and hostile actions from his mother that was still convinced the boy needed it to be finally cleansed. It went on for quite a while and as his condition worsened, his father began to lose hope, until one night while tucking him to bed he discovered several bruises upon his forearm, following up his arm and even presenting themselves upon his chest and back. He was outraged. - It would obviously end in divorce. It didn’t help Cicero the slightest, as the voices said that it had been all of his fault, that he should’ve just taken care of his mother like they’ve told him to. He got worse, to the point where not even his medication was working. So seeing no other choice, the man decided to institutionalize the young teenager, hoping they would be able to do something about it. Their facilities seemed to be well equipped, the staff thoughtful and prepared… He had no other choice, no matter how much it pained him; he had to put Cicero in that place for his own good. At least they had promised him that he’d be out as soon as possible. - Cicero wasn’t the same kid as he was. He truly needed that institution. He didn’t seem to have grown up at all no matter how old he was through all of this. And his “happiness” was… Unnerving and disturbing to no end. How he came to accept the voices was even worse. He actually replied back to them as if they were real, naming them even. His father just couldn’t stand it, even if Cicero seemed to happily pat him on the back and say it was okay, that it wasn’t his fault and that he was sorry he was like that. - In the institution, the medication he was put on wasn’t as effective as they hoped it would be, simply impairing the voices but slightly. He didn’t let them know though; he wanted those familiar voices that have accompanied him since childhood. At times they weren’t that pleasant, but in others they were and kept him company. At least the medication stopped the visual hallucinations, as those were still unpleasant. - Cicero passed his days watching television, the only thing that actually kept him in one place and sat down without trying to avoid the orderlies whenever it was time for medication. The damned kid was slippery as an eel it seemed. Friends were made and lost as they got better, but Cicero remained there for some reason. It sadden him, but he always saw the bright side of things. - When the “event” occurred, Cicero was fully awake and staring at the ceiling. Somehow, the world felt different, everything about it. Even the voices in his head seemed different, but the same. They just sounded more alive. A third unknown one had asked him what his wish was, the boy had grinned and shouted that he “wanted to be an escape artist that could escape from anything, so he could be free from that place with all the locked doors and jackets and be cool”. Insignia Level 1 "Boop-Boop-e-Doop!" - Level 1 – His insignia allows Cicero the ability to teleport short-to-medium distances that he can visually see at the time. At level 1 it is very straight forward, the drawbacks being that abusing this will cause him to experience severe nausea from the displacement, to the point where he will be severely impaired by it along with severe migraines and losing control on where he appears, which already happens often enough due to his instability. His insignia apparently presents itself as a stitching pattern that spirals up to his wrist, starting from his middle finger upon his right hand. Passive – It seems as though he made his familiars to be the two voices in his head besides his own. Having since long named the more emotional one “Pathos” and the seemingly smart one “Logos”, the two voices reside within his mind most of the times, but Cicero visualizes them as two mardi gras masks that change their colors and details in response to the boy’s demeanor at the time. Pathos always shows emotion while Logos is blank as a sheet of paper. Extra Like my clothes? – He has… A very peculiar style of clothing. Simply put? He puts on whatever he feels like at the time, which may result in very strange combinations. Let’s play! – He has a tendency to want to play with people… He’s very adamant about that it seems and doesn’t know what the word “no” means. Needle and thread! – Cicero has a tendency to… Complete the stitching pattern on his arm and even expand to other parts of his body. He seems to enjoy the act of making these and even tugging on them constantly, especially when pondering on something. The cross on the right side of his lower lip seems to be a focus of his when it comes to this. To him, it just feels good. Child!- He’s a child in the body of a teenager, an unstable one, true, but still a child. He enjoys everything a child would, especially sweets and fried goodies. It’s the quickest way to him. Insane! - An obvious trait of his. Due to his condition, he's simply mentally and emotionally unstable, often talking to himself and the voices in his head. One at times can't even discern what in the world he's talking about considering how random it seems. He really has no problem in telling people about the two voices, but one never knows when it comes to him and his volatile behavior, so care in handling him is advised. OOC OOC Name: Chesh. How did you find us?: Followed the stars here. Other Characters: Ignatius Cross, Tobias Higgins, Cecil Hyde and Theodore Rasputin.

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