Cargeus Asphodelle VanEeden-Lutcavage

Hurricane in a violent rage, they say.

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a character in “Eternally Missed”, originally authored by Yonbibuns, as played by RolePlayGateway


Cargeus Asphodelle VanEeden-Lutcavage


[Phodelle, Prince, Princeling]
[The Prince]


Much to Cyelena's chagrin, Cargeus isn't big on appearances. If it's comfortable, then he'll wear it – definitely a ripped jeans and random shirt kind of guy. This means that he can blend into a crowd, but only sometimes. There’s something about the fluidity of his movements and his swaggering style that puts one in mind of a large cat, sleek and deceptively handsome. Someone with the capability of ruining some part of you, whilst paying you no mind. He has quite a narrow face, which, coupled with his sharp, perpetually narrowed eyes, often makes him look like a lost little lamb that might've been prodded one too many times. So, in theory, Cargeus' style is based around his shoddy, unshakeable habits. His old environment, primarily the shelters, have shaped him into a person who doesn't bother fussing in the mornings, because he's never had time, or the need, to look good, or to be anything but some kid who was trying to get by with the crappy cards he'd been dealt. Sharp dresser? No. Silken goods with golden bangles? No, no. Lacy shirts with exposed midriffs? A resounding, implacable head-shake; unless, that is, the Queen begs him to dress appropriately.


Ever since Cargeus was a kid, little more than a small boy, all he's known how to do was take care of his siblings, take care of his addled mother, and sometimes, stiffen his upper lip to monsters who came in the form of his father-figure. He's always been more concerned about the ones he cares about far more than his own well-being. If they're involved, specifically his wayward siblings, then nothing can stop him. He's a brick wall; a bruised, snarling hound dog. Ready and willing to tear you apart if you overstep your bounds and threaten them. Unlike Cyelena, and the others living in the Holdgrafer Estate, Cargeus is unable to completely change himself according to who he's with, what the situation is, and how it would help them in anyway – it's not in his nature, or his blood, to suddenly transform into a simpering peacock, flashing it's feathers to attract, dissuade, or manipulate. He's not civil, classy, or polished. Cargeus' is a maelstrom of complicated emotions being flung around without any direction, without actually thinking about any consequences to his behaviour. The baggage he carries is heavy-hearted, and he'll continue dragging that particular horse around until he feels justified. Is there such thing as people just doing good because they don't want anything out of it? Probably not.

Whatever passion he had, beyond unadulterated anger, has already been squashed years ago. Did someone call for the knight in shining armour, bedecked with long flowing hair and a stifling sense of justice? Then, you'd better look away. It's not here, and it's certainly not in him. He might look out for you because you remind him of his little sister, but he'll do it in a way that'd possibly make you terrified of him – like grabbing said bully by the scruff of the neck and whipping him across the room, beating him until he forces an apology out. People don't generally react kindly to his behaviour, or understand why he acts the way he does. He's a fearless individual, always the one tasked to look after someones bag or step in when things are getting too rough. The insatiable need to protect everything leads him to be extremely territorial, and irreversibly possessive, to the point where he's not even sure why he's taking things so far. He's one of those "Get off of my lawn!" types. If you behave, and don't give him any reason to overreact, then he'll respond in earnest; do otherwise, and it's equivalent to setting off a ticking time-bomb. Being raised in a pretty aggressive family-setting, Cargeus does not find anything wrong in punching other people from time to time, especially when they are getting on her nerves. If anything, and however illogical it is, it tends to settles things quickly, and relatively smoothly (not painlessly, but who can win them all?) He's not the type of person who has a firm grasp on his emotions; they run rampant, perfectly out of control. His emotionality gives him enough freedom to use verbal and physical violence as much as he wants to.

Cargeus can be a tough sonofabitch when he really wants something, rarely hesitating when it comes to overstepping his boundaries. He needs his personal space and people tend not to invade it; possibly because he's incredibly blunt, aggressive, with a stubborn single-mindedness that makes any opponent back down. Arguments? Might as well try to get your point across to a brick wall. He's all about no-nonsense, head-on approaches. If he thinks he's right, then he's not going to back down until you gather up your impatience and take a hike. His growly tendencies makes for poor companionship, but even still, within the compounds of the Holdgrafer Estate, he hasn't had any troubles befriending certain individuals. He's quick to remind them that he isn't something that can be fixed – he's not broken, he's not some sore pup dragging it's legs around, looking for a sympathetic eye. His impulsiveness can be seen as a transfixed annoyance, or refreshingly honest. On the rare occasion that he deeply cares enough about someone or something – and it is rare, like not being on the receiving end of one of his telltale glares, he wouldn't dream of doing anything to hurt them. The problem here is, is that it happens so little, that when it does happen, he considers it his own responsibility to protect them as he sees fit; no matter the consequence, or how far he has to take things.


β€œI'd tell you my story, but it's no longer mine.”

ImageMuddled by frequent, most often unpleasant changes, caused by things he could not prevent as a child, Cargeus was shifted around different households like an unwanted box of newspapers. Like a box of puppies quietly set on the curb, promptly forgotten because it was too damn hard to take care of anyway. He was a foster-child, an orphan, a discarded human being with nowhere else to turn but to the ones that could provide shelter, no matter how many times he was relocated. Even if he'd wanted to live differently, if he'd known that it wasn't the sort of life that anyone would have wanted, he didn't have any place to go, or any idea how to get there. The world outside of his quaint cottages, and shelters, remained a mystery to be discovered, to be viewed from the other side of a windowpane. Too far to actually experience, taste, see. He didn't, and to small degrees still doesn't, understand how people function in normal society.

Things weren't always this way. His mother suffered from vascular dementia, while his abusive father did little to care for her, him, or his two other siblings – they were treated with a mild neglect, akin to what one would subject a cat who wouldn't stop appearing on the porch. Hardly staying in the house longer than he needed to, long enough to force pills down his wife's throat and frighten his children, before he stalked out of the house. Sometimes, he'd come back drunk, swear at them, then lay all the blame on their mother. She wouldn't remember, anyway. She hardly remembered where she was, who they were, why exactly she was there in the first place. It was hard enough, but Cargeus was the oldest, and automatically dubbed the caregiver while his deadbeat dad was away. They were wading in beer cans, stale cigarettes, and wrappers, powders and small vials. School, for a little while, seemed like his only reprieve, his getaway from responsibility, because at least there were other parents that looked after him, his sister, and his brother.

It wasn't long after – maybe, around his eleventh birthday, when they were all taken away, coaxed between two kindly policemen, and separated from each other into different shelters. He was allowed to send them letters, but it would be easier to be relocated separately. Younger kids generally had an easier go at finding a forever home. New mother, new father, new sisters, new brothers, new city, new place, new grandparents. Every few years he was moved again, because of some behavioural issue, as if he was some kind of defective toy. He stole things. He acted out. He gnashed his teeth, acted like an animal. Because he preferred foster-shelters with it's twenty girls and boys, all bound by the same secret understanding that only orphans shared. Then, Cargeus got too old to act so childish. He came. His new-something. Mentor, father-figure, friend? Mother, father, something-else. Flamboyant, extravagantly scandalous. If one relationship confused him so much, it was the one he shared with his caregiver, Cyelena. Things got ugly, and he wasn't really sure how he fit in, but the Queen, Cyelena, and him, the new Prince, were ostracized before he was even getting used to things.

No matter how much he pushed, desperately trying to make Cyelena tire of him, because eventually they always do, the man wouldn't budge. Not even an inch.

[Theme Song (Link and Lyrics)]
Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

Touch my mouth and hold my tongue
I'll never be your chosen one
I'll be home, safe and tucked away
You can't tempt me if I don't see the day

The pull on my flesh was just too strong
It stifled the choice and the air in my lungs
Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
'Cause when I open my body I breathe a lie

I will not speak of your sin
There was a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are all shot

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I took the road and I fucked it all away
Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight our choices seal our fate

So begins...

Cargeus Asphodelle VanEeden-Lutcavage's Story