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CASE FILE: Ciel Militant
We’re all puppets. I am just a puppet who can see the strings
CASE FILE: Ciel Militant
We’re all puppets. I am just a puppet who can see the strings
→ Rufio Andreas Wilkerson.
→ Texas, Creta.
DATE OF BIRTH:
→ 129 lbs.
→ Rufio has never put much thought into his appearance; usually he just throws on a t-shirt or a wife beater with some blue jeans. His blonde hair is usually tousled, but always soft and clean. He has orange eyes and really pale skin (because of his anemia), and he has a light splattering of freckles lining this shoulder blades. When his little brother was living with him Rufio let his brother give him a tattoo of a face on his arm when he was drunk. He has a jagged scar along his abdomen from where he got into a bad sword fight when he was a young teenager along with several other ones in various places on his body (though not as bad/noticeable). His body figure is fairly slim and he’s a bit underweight, and his hips jut out fairly awkwardly. He is light on his feet and walks silently and swiftly. When he first gets to know somebody he will act very nice to them, and will often times try and seduce them , although a bit cold and distant. However, the better he gets to know someone the meaner he acts, though he will try to do anything for them. When he is about to get into any sort of fight he puts on his sunglasses, or whenever he feels like it, so his enemies won’t be able to see the whites of his eyes. Although he tries to not let his Cretan roots shine out, when he’s tired or annoyed/upset/flustered he starts to talk with a thick southern drawl.
→ When it comes to personality Rufio is a bit of an enigma. He’s fairly bright when it comes to some things, such as how to think logically and what not, but when it comes to emotions he’s about as inept as a broom stick. When it comes to people he knows well he is not good with social interactions with them, as he starts to blush and talking with a Southern accent at times when he gets extremely flustered. The fact that he grew up emotional stunted in his teen years accounts for most of this. Rufio also gets easily jealous and often results to getting distant instead of confrontation. Rufio is a fairly awkward man, though he goes to great lengths to hide this, disguising it instead with the coolness of that of a sexual deviant.
While he tries to act cool, Rufio can’t always hide the fact that he is just an awkward grown man. Such as in situations where he is having an active conversation with either a stranger or a close friend he will often times run out of things to say and be unable to keep up the conversation. At this point he usually results to trying to seduce the person he was talking to with a few choice words. However it is impossible for him to keep up this façade when he is around the winged flying machines and he usually results to a sniveling mess that can be seen curled up in a corner gasping for breath until he ends up passing out.
The one time he knows exactly what he’s doing though is when he’s got a sword in his hand. The cool, heavy weight that he feels when he holds the hilt of his sword in his hands is the main thing that will calm him. He becomes an extremely serious man with the utmost calmness, so calm that not even those “winged beasts” can snap him out of it. Often times once he dons his sunglasses he is even more at ease, if not a bit more collected. To the point where the only thing that can break that concentration, is an extreme emotional stigma, although once that happens he becomes more enraged than anything. Of course he’s also broken out of it once he gets his job done, but that’s just not as fun now is it? This is probably because of the thrill he feels when it comes to the hunt of his targets. The adrenaline rush he feels when he’s either going after a target for the military or when he’s on the search for his brother is just something that cannot compare to anything, and in some cases, it’s one of the main things he lives for.
→ Puppets, swords, porn, animals, art, family, modern technology, Alder, the thrill of the hunt
→ Flying, pet names, being woken up, Ferris wheels, being alone, meat
→ Has a very bad case of aerophobia. (Fear of flying)
→ Miyamoto Musashi
→ Rufio was born in September of 1986 in the area known as Texas located in Creta. His parents, both notable figures for their expertise in swordsmanship, started training him at an early age in the ways of the sword. By the time he was five and started going to school this training was evident in the sure-footed way he walked compared to the hard, bumbling steps of the others in his grade. As a child he was picked on fairly often for being quiet and “different”. This torment continued until he dropped out of school at the age of 17. As a child he was fairly aloof and had a hard time making friends, because of this his parents gave him a puppet nearly the same size as him when he was 6 in the hopes that it would teach him how to act with people. It worked, to an extent, although instead of making people friends he became obsessed with puppets, even going far enough to use living people in some of his “experiments”, i.e. setting up obstacles for strangers and influencing the way they will react to meet any of his needs or whims.
When Rufio was 7 years old in the year 1993 his younger brother was born. This ended up creating one of his favorite pass times as a child that he liked to call: “Take the Creepy Doll and Use It to Scare the Everything Out of His Little Brother.” Although Rufio loved to torment his brother at every turn his family bonds remained strong, and as his brother grew Rufio made sure that it was him and him alone messing with his little brother. Making sure that his brother was happy and bully free, while Rufio himself was still subject to it.
As time went on Rufio began to become more and more against the idea of gaining sustenance in the form of dead animals and devoted himself to abstain against it for as long as he could. When he was a young teenager he officially declared himself a vegetarian to his parents when they asked why he stopped eating dinner with them. Around the time when he was a young teenager two major things in his life happened, he was diagnosed with, a fairly minor case of, pernicious anemia and his training with swords greatly intensified.
When Rufio was 13 years old he was recovering from a particularly bad cold, after being bedridden for that entire day he decided to get up and get a drink of water. However as he was walking down a flight of stairs he lost all feeling in his feet and his vision went misty, causing him to trip over his own feet and fall down the stairs to the next level, hitting his head on the floor upon impact effectively knocking him unconscious. When he awoke several hours later in the hospital the doctors told him that he had a concussion from the blow and that after running several tests the cause was that he had anemia and that he would have to take shots for the rest of his life. Luckily, it was discovered so early on that he doesn’t show many symptoms of it, though it still affects him greatly at times, as in he gets sick easily and he suffers from exhaustion sometimes he’s fine as long as he takes his shots regularly.
His family took their first and only family portrait the year Rufio turned 14. Once they got the prints back Rufio’s mother gave him a 4x6 print and insisted that Rufio keep it with him always. While he put no thought into the sentimental value something like that could have he still did as him mother asked, folding it into squares and then placing it in his wallet. He still keeps it with him to this day though the creases where it was folded have started to rip and it’s extremely well-worn, he makes sure that it’s always on him, no matter what.
At the age of 15 Rufio’s father bumped up his swords training starting to now use steel swords instead of the wooden ones Rufio was accustomed to. It took a while for Rufio to get used to using a steel sword and the first time around it resulted in a large gaping wound starting from his 10th rib on his left side and stretching all the way down diagonally to his right hip bone, which is his worse injury to date. After his first injury he continued getting better and better, he kept getting injured, yes, but never anything as bad as his first one. Though he still received several cuts, deep enough to leave scars, never anything that was mainly life threatening. He never landed a single hit on his father though.
When Rufio turned 16 his parents disappeared, when they never came back after a week he assumed the worse and took on the task of raising his little brother and keeping up with his schooling. His new role of caretaker left him no time for grieving, and no time to figure out what happened to them, though he has his suspicions. Later on however he will start to seek closure to try and clear up some loose ends, and unlike some people would he has no thirst for revenge.
The next year Rufio decided that enough was enough and dropped out of high school to take on raising his brother full time. This was an extremely effective way at getting away from the tormentors in his past, though not without some choice parting words beforehand. During this time he had to stop doing most of his hobbies, including making puppets out of people, and instead picked up doing several odd jobs around the area to provide for both him and his brother.
Not much happened after that for the next 7 years. He continued raising his brother as best as he could, leaving no time for friends or anything else which left him a bit emotionally stunted. The biggest thing that happened was a few days after his little brother turned 17. It happened when Rufio was walking home from one of his jobs. As he was walking he heard a loud thrumming noise coming from the sky, looking up he saw a small agricultural plane flying out of control. He watched as it crashed into the job he was just at (about a mile away), and was completely engulfed in flames. He was broken out of his trance as he saw a stray piece of the broken plane coming in his direction and he had just enough time to duck as it blazed past right where his head was. He didn’t grasp the full gravity of the situation until he stumbled home and sat down, where he promptly had a bit of a panic attack. Having never been part of a near death situation before he didn’t know how to handle it and for the next several weeks he had severe nightmares involving planes. To this day he can hardly handle the sight of a plane, let alone going into one or flying at all. This was also the time that he got drunk, to try and get rid of the nightmares involving planes, and allowed his younger brother to give him a tattoo. Of course the next morning he instantly regretted it, he grew to love it and is proud to show it off.
When Rufio turned 25 his little brother ran away, and fearing for his safety, ran after him. Leaving home with only the barest of essentials, food, water, his father’s favorite sword, his father’s sun glasses, and the puppet he received as a child he crossed the Cretan border into Drachma and stowed away on a cargo ship bound for Gelemorté after he received a tip that his brother was spotted in its borders. He wandered around the country, with what seemed like a permanent cold, until he realized that he was never going to find his brother this way and joined up with the military in the intelligence branch. Somehow he ended up gaining citizenship by his sexiness alone that King Wolfy himself rated at “Fish out of Seven and a Fifteenth.” By joining the intelligence branch he found himself with a variety of information that he searches diligently through for any mention of his brother.
After being in the military for a little less than a year he has managed to keep a pretty low profile, gaining little attention from the higher ups. After being alone in the country for nearly a year Rufio had started to detest it (being alone that is), so after a year of no human contact aside from which that was necessary he decided to go into a bar. It was here that he met a pilot by the name of Alder Finch, and after becoming more “acquainted” at Rufio’s home the two have become fairly close, although he tries to keep his past a bit of a secret. He still hasn’t stopped searching for his brother and he still keeps that folded up picture of his family in his wallet.
→ Has a form of Pernicious anemia and an iron deficiency
→ He has to get a b12 shot every month
→ He is prone to getting colds often.
→ He also gets really tired often but tries to not let it show.
→ He is a vegetarian, mainly because he loves animals so much he doesn’t want to imagine them inside of him.
→ Rouenian (Gelemortian Dialect), Cretan, and Drachman (can understand it well but cannot speak it fluently)
→ First character.
→ I have no idea what I’m doing. Thanks Kaitly and Ryan for helping <3
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