[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 backwards with his fingers when out of her sight, meaning that Cecil is one of the trailblazing pioneers of 'The Undercut'. The tooth next to his right front tooth is missing, leaving a small gap just big enough for him to wedge his pipe between his teeth and talk while he smokes, a skill nobody seems to be impressed by but him. He is red in the nose and cheeks and brown in the eyes, and covered all over in dark freckles. 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 and make him look older than he is. He is usually dirty or sticky, or some combination thereof, and usually smells like a turtle tank. In other words, Cecil looks like what you'd imagine a stray cat to look like as a person.

Cecil has a grating southern drawl -- specifically that of Louisiana's Cajuns -- and frequently peppers his speech with bad french, southern colloquialisms, and egregious profanity. 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 green "soldier coat", a prized hand-me-down from his brother, which had several additional pockets sewn into the inside by his mother to make it a suitable Christmas present, which he keeps an assortment of different things in. 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 likes fighting, rude jokes, and generally being kind of a punk. 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. His presence usually garners the attention of teachers (Most see Cecil as a bad influence) while keeping his friends safe from would-be bullies. Almost all of the teachers have a much-deserved hatred for the boy, and most who meet his family agree that the Delacroix shitty apple doesn't fall far from their shitty tree; He keeps a low profile for the most part, but enjoys persistently tormenting people he doesn't like, even if that means occasionally going too far and being a bit of a bully himself. He has an almost uncanny ability for pissing people off, and takes credit for being the sole reason for their last art teacher's resignation, and any teacher who knows Mr. Feraldo can tell you he drinks because of [i]Delacroix[/i]. His father outright encourages him to not attend school and to look for a job, whereas his mother has resigned herself to her son's low academic ability out of the belief that it is simply in his nature to not learn. As a result, Cecil cannot read nor write, a secret he keeps to himself.

In Cecil's family, there is no car, but a [i]boat[/i], a 'daysailer', a canoe, a kayak, and a long-forgotten riverboat used to store tarps. His mother and father both come from closely connected fishing families, and if Cecil were poetic enough, he would say that the sea is in his blood. Instead, Cecil says that he has "Boatsmarts." Cecil spent his summers and most of his springs with his mother's father [i]Pappy[/i], who was a full-time fisherman who frequently made use of the boy running jib sheets to avoid paying an extra crewman -- Sailing is the only thing Cecil knows [i]or[/i] respects extensively. Having grown up skipping semesters at a time to work on his Pappy's boat, what Cecil doesn't know in basic English, Science, Math, and History is made up for in his knowledge of boating. He is an encyclopedia of boat parts, knots, navigation by stars and the fancy names for different types of wind. Being confined to a small town next to a small river in a [i]landlocked state[/i] is about as enjoyable to him as you'd expect. He spends most of his time cutting school (Which is most of the time anyhow) sailing Quantum Leap up and down the town's river, ducking into the cabin when in sight of the cops. Though Cecil shows a degree of unease and indecisiveness about a future career, he is one of the few members of the group to have a pretty clear-cut personality and skillset for a career; Cecil is one of America's future swarthy sailors and fishermen, barring any chances he can find work in piracy.

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]. Aside from his immature sense of humor, lack of education, and habit of holding grudges, there is still something noble buried in him that some can sense. He 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?", which rarely fails to fix questions brought up by his skewed morality. Under a different lense, it's easy to see that due to the longtime absence and emotional distance of his father, Cecil emulates hypermasculine caricatures of manhood he sees in movies and TV. 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 also 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.[/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. She is a waitress at the Cosmo Diner.

[b]Marcel Delacroix[/b]. 20 - 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. Most of his peers know him as "M.D", because his initials sound a hell of a lot more intimidating than 'Marcel', for one, and also because he sells a lot of pills.
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[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ RELATIONS[/color][/h3][/sup]
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[sup][h3][color=forestgreen]❱❱❱❱ TALENTS[/color][/h3][/sup]
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[b][color=forestgreen]• Sailing[/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 trout. That all being said, it's important to note that Cecil can't swim, which he claims makes him such a good sailor.

[b][color=forestgreen]• Luck[/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 surrounds himself with rabbit's feet and hoodoo, and even though his beliefs can border on laughable, there are few who would still laugh if they had seen a compilation of Cecil not-dying. 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, or at least broken his legs, 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]• Insults[/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. Being in a small town filled with extensive knowledge and things most people know but simply don't say, Cecil is one of the few people who says them, and frequently. For example, Cecil once got suspended for responding to a "Yo mama so fat" joke with "Yo mama so fat, she died."

[b][color=forestgreen]• Improvisation[/color][/b]
Of Cecil's strengths, his improvisation, or [i]cheating[/i] as most would call it is one of his most widely used. In short, Cecil is good at seeing third options most wouldn't consider due to their being unapparent or immoral. If a cop asks why he's out after curfew, he instinctively comes up with a false reason. If a dog breaks its chain and corners him, Cecil has enough sense to pick up a rock and hit it. If he takes a test he's unprepared for, he'll copy someone's answers. Cecil is more flexible in his planning and actions, and his immoral split-second decisions can either make or break an escape.

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