Post by Ea on Aug 22, 2013 0:00:08 GMT -6
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He's a stubborn guy, and with that, he's pretty obstinate, not to mention passionate (to some degree). He doesn't particularly care if you see the world as a desperate survival game like he does though, but if you do, then hey, he'll like you all the more. Maybe even respect you. Other than that, he's the resilient type and can adapt well to all sorts of situations. (Doesn't mean he won't curse you out for a good while though.) But yes, he's also got something of a bad mouth, and isn't above using dirty language when he's moody.[/ul]
History:
In other words, it was a somewhat meaningless life.
Around the time Cerise was six, an earthquake occurred in the area he lived in. It wasn't a particularly devastating one, but it was still enough to knock his family's small, shabby house to the ground. At that time, Cerise had been home alone. He alone was crushed, trapped within the wreckage of what had been his home. After a long, tiring, futile struggle to get out from under the ruined house the boy sighed and closed his eyes and tried to accept the fact that he was going to die.
He was going to die.
To be honest, he couldn't really believe the resentment that welled up in gut at first. Feelings he'd never even felt before raged within his mind, tearing down the walls of ignorance that he'd unconsciously built around himself.
No one would miss him. No one would even care. Friends? He had always been a social outcast. Family? His parents were like birds who were so engrossed in their nest building that they had forgotten the reason why they had started building their nest in the first place. So yeah, in the end, his existence had been utterly worthless. He hadn't even truly lived yet. And that was the thought that counted. Putting all the energy he had left into his final attempt to break free from the rubble caging him in, he shoved upwards. And to his surprise, the debris gave away to light and air and...the bony cheeks of someone's face.
And that was how Cerise first met his soon-to-be legal guardian, Rudolph Ascher.
Despite the fact that he was a follower of the sixth petal, Rudolph was a cheerful and upbeat young man. He liked cooking and annoying people with his optimism (or at least in Cerise's opinion he did), and was sometimes kind to a fault. He was also strong. He could (and would) shoulder people's burdens without a care in the world, accepting and forgiving and being the shoulder people could lean on and cry into. People, as in Cerise, that is.
It didn't take long for the kid to trust and look up to Rudolph (or Rudy, as he liked to call him). It wasn't his fault that he wanted to grow up to be like his guardian. Before he knew it, he was being sent off the Academy.
The first year was something of a struggle for Cerise. Eager to begin reaching to Rudolph's level, he took on extra weaponry and fighting classes and almost pooped himself out. When he returned home for summer, he noticed Rudolph's concern but chose to ignore it.
The second year was almost just as bad. Cerise took on extra weaponry and fighting classes again. The year went by with a routinely wake up, go to class, do homework, practice, sleep. On the following summer, something happened. He and his guardian had been out in the market for his school books and groceries before a fight broke out between two Blades. Rudolph, unhappy that two followers of his petal were causing a ruckus, stepped in to try and stop the fight. However, he ultimately failed and was killed in the process.
Cerise could only stare, a single thought running through his head: had he the power to, could he have saved Rudolph? But it was already too late to answer that question.
Determined that he wasn't ever going to let something like that happen again, he decided to become a follower of the fifth petal.[/ul]
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