[hider=Cecil Delacroix]
[center][color=forestgreen][h3]Cecil, 14[/h3]
[sup][h3]Ambiguously French delinquent[/h3][/sup][/color][/center]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ FULL NAME[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent]Cecile René Delacroix[/indent]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ NICKNAME(S)[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent]Cecil is technically a nickname, he finds his real name to be too girly sounding.[/indent]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ DATE OF BIRTH[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent]July 21, 1971[/indent]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ GENDER[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ APPEARANCE[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent]Cecil has short brown hair that is regularly cut into a bowl cut by his mother, though it is constantly raked back with his fingers when out of her sight. The tooth next to his right front tooth is missing, leaving a small gap just big enough for him to hold cigarettes in, a talent he readily displays whether or not he's asked. He is red in the nose and cheeks and brown in the eyes, and covered all over in dark brown freckles. All in all, Cecil looks like what you'd imagine a stray cat to look like as a person. He stands a head above his peers, and has an awkward, pubescent lankiness coupled with rapidly widening shoulders that suggest he will grow up to be muscular. He is usually dirty or sticky, or some combination thereof, and smells like vinegar.

Cecil has a grating southern accent -- specifically that of Louisiana's Cajuns -- and frequently peppers his speech with bad french and profanity. His voice is distinctively hoarse all the time, likely a result of his dual interests in smoking and being loud, which does little to deter him from singing to himself. He typically wears simple jeans, t-shirts, and button ups handed down by his taller brother, with his only recognizable piece of clothing being his dark brown boots, which serve as his only pair of footwear, and his dark green "soldier coat", a prized hand-me-down from his brother, which had several additional pockets sewn in by his mother to make it a suitable Christmas present. He gets told he looks homeless a lot.
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[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ PERSONALITY[/color][/h3][/sup]


[indent]In short, Cecil is the resident poor delinquent of St. Stephens. He and the rest of his family are originally from Louisiana, having moved to the town's trailer park after his father was released from prison five years ago, which is only relevant because it means Cecil has garnered his reputation with a little less than half the time the local delinquents have had. Almost all of the teachers have a much-deserved disdain for the boy, and most who meet his family agree that the Delacroix shitty apple doesn't fall far from their shitty tree. He has an almost uncanny ability for pissing off authority figures, and takes credit for being the sole reason for their last art teacher's resignation.

For all the roughhousing and abrasiveness that make Cecil an "acquired taste", what has kept him in the group of friends has been that Cecil is still fundamentally [i]good[/i]. He remembers birthdays and is frequently a source of advice and keeper of secrets, which are all uncharacteristic of a fourteen year old boy. In spite of his perceived unintelligence, his size, age, and "wisdom" picked up from his brother give him a degree of seniority over his friends in matters like adventuring and teenage-things. He enjoys charlie-horsing his classmates at opportune times, using curses and slurs whenever possible, and spitting to emphasize his speech. He breaks rules because he is naturally prone to boyish rebelliousness as opposed to actual nefariousness, and was the first to discover things like Roshambo and the Hertz Donut joke. In spite of this, he has a disdain for bullying, and tries to model his behavior after old-fashioned heroes played by John Wayne, Chuck Norris, and the Hoff, and his personal mantra is "What Would Walker Do?". His presence usually garners the attention of teachers (Most see Cecil as a bad influence) while keeping the group safe from would-be bullies.

Aside from his warped sense of justice and strange choice in role-models, escapism into fantasy is an additionally major part of Cecil's psyche. Growing up with the cards he had been dealt, Cecil has frequently found comfort in cassette recordings of books, music, and radio shows. He has a great interest in urban legends, extra-terrestrials, and "The Samsquanch", and is an avid fan of schlock horror programs and "paranormal research". He is fairly superstitious, taking great heed of things he believes to be signs and omens of good or bad luck, and many southern superstitions such as voodoo and water-witching. He is Christian, but only in the usual sense of a fourteen year old's spirituality -- He prays when he wants things, when he is scared, and when he wants teachers to forget to give tests. Most notably, in times of great stress, Cecil prays for strength.

Cecil has a great eagerness to grow up, most obviously evidenced by his smoking and wearing a coat that is clearly too large for him. Looking deeper, Cecil's expectations of adulthood are the true underlying reason for his chafing at being a boy -- Adults can come and go as they please, smoke in front of cops, and not have to fold their hands at desks. Adults also don't get the shit smacked out of them by their dads, but that is another facet of Cecil entirely. Due to the longtime absence and emotional distance of his father, Cecil emulates hypermasculine caricatures of manhood he sees in movies and tv.[/indent]

[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ FAMILY[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent][b]Beauregard "Bo" Delacroix[/b], 39 – Bo is, in a word, intimidating. There is nothing outwardly jarring about him other than his size, the man being a wall of fat and muscle, though increasingly questionable details reveal themselves the more you give the man a look. He has small, scattered tattoos all across his body, most notably on his hands, face, and neck. The quality, varying degrees of fading and subjects -- insects, daggers, dice, and crosses mostly -- make it clear that he received them either in a prison or in someone's kitchen. His thick accent makes him emotionally unavailable to everyone but his family through a self-imposed language barrier of sorts, and even then, the only emotion there can be seen on the man is feint, bubbling anger. He is essentially a caricature of a dive bar bouncer, which he [i]is[/i].

[b]Cecilia Delacroix[/b], 35 - If her husband's appearance can be summarized as "intimidating", then Cecilia is just as easily described as "tired". Her dirty blonde hair either grows darker at the roots or is in a constant need of being re-dyed, and she favors heavy, dark makeup to hide the features she has lost to smoking, sometimes being complimented by her coworkers as "Looking like Nancy Spungen." She typically wears cherry-red lipstick or nail polish, and is somehow either chewing gum or smoking at any given moment.

[b]Marcel Delacroix[/b]. 19 - Marcel is Cecil's cool older brother. Like his father, he is decorated with tattoos, even on his hands and face, though they are better in quality and clearly done by a professional (His father refers to them as "pretty"). He is the source of most of Cecil's criminal knowledge and bad habits, such as smoking, swearing, cutting class, and listening to hair metal. He is probably in a gang.
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[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ RELATIONS[/color][/h3][/sup]
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[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ TALENTS[/color][/h3][/sup]
[indent][b][color=forestgreen]•[/color][/b] Cecil is the closest thing a fourteen year old can get to being "good at fighting", and is a crack shot with a slingshot. He claims to know martial arts and have an acute knowledge of pressure points, though the story for how he came to learn these things is increasingly dubious with each retelling. It's also worth mentioning that Cecil is the tallest, adding to his role as the group's "Chewbacca".
  
[b][color=forestgreen]•[/color][/b] Cecil has experience sailing and fishing with his father and older brother, and can sail his brother's daysailer, The Quantum Leap, alone. He knows all the parts of a boat from the keel to the mast, and can get a docked boat unfurled and sailing in a little over a minute. Aside from sailing, Cecil is also a remarkably good fisherman, though his catches seem to be out of dumb luck than knowledge of fishing spots, skill, or any semblance of strategy. One time he forgot to use bait and still caught a fat young trout.

[b][color=forestgreen]•[/color][/b] Despite his limited literacy, Cecil is good at memorizing short phrases, lists, and numbers. He does so by humming them to Dixieland. He is also pretty good at jokes and riddles, having memorized enough of either to understand the correct cadence, patterns, and path of thinking for both. 

[b][color=forestgreen]•[/color][/b] Though it isn't necessarily a [i]skill[/i], one of Cecil's unknown strengths is that he is almost questionably lucky. He frequently narrowly avoids being hit by cars he wanders past like [i]Mr. Magoo[/i], oftentimes receives two sodas from vending machines, and was illegally "blessed" by snake-handling preachers as an infant in Louisiana without being bitten. Cecil has jumped into his above-ground pool from heights that logically should have killed him, and has done so every summer. However, Cecil doesn't win every coin toss and draw a royal flush at every game of cards -- his luck is purely of the dumb variety, and more often than not correlates to danger Cecil was unaware of or things he had not hoped for or expected.

[b][color=forestgreen]•[/color][/b] Cecil has an uncanny ability to say the right things to piss people off and either push them away or get them to chase him. Whether speaking to a Lovecraftian horror, scary federal agent in a suit, or even a [i]teacher[/i], Cecil is one of those kids who can take one good look at a person and immediately figure out something they're self-conscious of and hammer at it. He's the king of those kinds of kids, actually.[/indent]
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