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- Feodore Catan Rudo
AGE
- 17
GENDER
- Male
CLASS
- Aria
SEXUALITY
- Heterosexual
NATIONALITY
- 50% German 50% American
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HEIGHT
- 5'2"
WEIGHT
- 95lbs
HAIR COLOR
- White
EYE COLOR
- Grayish purple
SKIN TONE
- Softly tanned
GENERAL APPEARANCE
- Slightly muscular but mostly rather slender, a small agile creature, lean like a game animal. He has scars all over him from his training, odd considering his line of work but he doesn't think much of it. His eyes bear the adventurous spark and glow of excitement of a child, wide and naive, those large pools of gray hide no secrets. He wears his hair in a shaggy style, usually choppy and it hangs around his youthful face, framing it quite well. He wears a sleeveless black shirt most of the time with baggy white jeans and a coat of some sort over it. He also is quite fond of his combat boots. Seeing him around most people don't expect much from him.
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Motivated|| There is a burning fire in his heart to get places, to get his name up in the heavens, renowned for his talent and kind heart. That's what he wants. His father engrained in him a sense of drive, a drive to push forward and fight towards your goals no matter how difficult or impossible it may be, after all, he was once an impossibility wasn't he? Out-going|| No one scares him, Feo loves to make friends and hang out with people he cares about. Making friends has always been a slight challenge for him because he is different than kids like him. Although once you past his scarred exterior he's a really sweet kid and once your friends, you will always be a friend to Feo no matter what you do. He has a strong sense of loyalty towards those he has made an effort to connect with. Clumsy|| It seems his feet are on a different pat than his mind sometimes, it doesn't help that he uses wild arm movements when he talks as if he can convey what he means to say better if he acts it out whilst speaking. Poor lad, he's a walking hazard to people. Tripping over his own feet, crashing into things, falling down stairs, getting lost, and just hurting himself on pure accident. It's as if bad luck follows him wherever he goes and the worst things imaginable happen to him. Edacious|| The never ending hunger, he is constantly hungry and will complain about it whenever someone will listen. Food is a good motivator for him in that he can devour copious amounts of it in a sitting and get up and go. In fact it's his habit to go through four or five bowls of Ramen noodles every morning before he leaves the house. In his school bag he usually sneaks in food, his father helps him hide it. He's always been this way since he was young, his father has suspicions about it but he doesn't think much of it. Silly|| A bit of a goofball, not many people take him very seriously, he loves to do strange little things. Sticking pencils in his mouth to look like he has tusks and then he claps and says he's a "scholarus" yeah. Or other odd things along those lines. He likes to goof off rather than work most days, which is why most people are shocked he's still enrolled and expect nothing from him. Dreamer||Constantly up in the clouds, Feo is a notorious daydreamer, often off in his own world. He will space out sometimes for hours, sometimes this daydreams are more like day mares. He will on occasion start screaming and curl up, as if something horrifying had happened right in front of him. He can't explain these particular dreams, it's almost as if it were sealed deep in his mind and it seeps out every now and then.
- ✦Getting up for early walks - The morning air is his favorite. Right as the sun is starting to peak over the horizon, the way the cool air sticks to his skin. The fresh smell of it, how it's almost musky. The absence of people around in the early mornings allows him to clear his mind without the background noises of people. He tries to go on these walks every morning.
✧Parkour - He loves to jump around and jump about. Parkour is a hobby of his to stay in shape. He will often do this and sometimes he has a partner to do his strange flips and tricks with him. He's pretty good too.
✦Strawberries - His favorite treat to munch on is strawberries. It's like, if you gave him some he'd be your best friend. They bring up memories of summer with his father out in their house in the mountains. After training he'd sit and eat strawberries before going to the temple to pray.
✧Robotics - The moving gears and smell of oil, it lights a fire in his soul. Every since he was young he loved the small little machines. Him and his dad used to tinker around with them, Feo got really good at it, making himself a little mechanized companion.
✦Trinkets - Feo likes to collect little trinkets, little shiny's and bobbles he thinks are cool. His dorm room shelves are covered in his little collections. He has everything from buttons to gem stones. It's almost a compulsion of his to just store these things.
- ✦Rats - Seeing the little monsters scares Feo and cause him to turn into a little girl. He can't explain it, he has always had an issue with them. Maybe it was the beady eyes, or maybe it was the knowledge of all the death they had caused in the past.
✧Sitting still - Restless, Feo can't stand sitting still and so he will be constantly moving, whether it be tapping or pacing. He is never perfectly still because for whatever reason it drives him up a wall.
✦Letting people down - The face people make the second they are disappointed gets Feo every time. He can't help but want to make their disappointment turn into joy, it's just how he's wired.
✧Alcohol - It turns the smartest of people into useless fools. The prospect of dumbing down on purpose, dulling your senses for what? Temporary happiness or ignorance, it always seemed sad and pathetic to Feo. That being said, his father drinks, so he is a bit conflicted about it.
✦Getting lost - Feo doesn't really have a very good sense of direction to begin with, so getting lost kinda blows. It makes him feel useless in that once he's lost he can't get back on track easily which slows him down considerably.
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- ✦Building - Feo always had a knack for making things, little crafts or small metal trinkets, Feo loved it more than anything else. He would sketch up his ideas and then give them life. His father was always very proud of little Feo for his natural ability to make such things. An innocent little creator.
✧Parkour - being a smaller boy Feo is quite agile and as such loves to spend his free time climbing and leaping about. One of his favorite places to hold up is on the highest branch of a tree or the roof of a building just to chill and think. Feo is quite the little acrobat about such things. He impresses many people with his limberness and flexibility.
✦Stamina - It seems he never runs out of energy when he gets going. He can just run and run for what seems like forever. This helps him with his parkour and with his combat skill. His never ending energy helps to translate into confidence.
✧Confident - Ever since he was little he was taught to be confident, to be brave and o never falter once he started something. That was the way of men, the way of exorcists, and the way of the Rudo. This strength his father engrained in him helped him to be much more effective with his verses. He never fails to proclaim them with full belief in them, when he can remember them that is.
✦Speed - Fast on his feet, Feo can get places and get there fast. Almost to a level of quickness that borders on demonic. When he taps into his full potential, he gets much quicker but his scar glows and turns that eye red. Almost as if the speed and agility he has isn't his own.
FLAWS
- ✦Demons - Although he will fight them with no problems, Feo has a soft spot for demons. He hates killing them without justified reasoning. It's as if he can feel their pain, he has never really got why so many people hate them so much.
✧Trusting - Little Feo is very trusting of people he meets. Once he meets someone and if they don't hate him outright, he considers them friends and as such he trusts them. I'm sure you could see the issue here.
✦No sense of direction - Feo has never been able to tell left from right or north from anything else. He gets lost very easily because of this. Many people have tried to teach him. Some of the best Tamers have tried to help his directional skills, although no one could help him. As such this is a rather large set-back for him. Especially for field work.
✧Spacey - Often off in his own world, Feo tends to space out for long periods of time. He will frolic about in his own world pretending to be something he isn't. This is a rather childlike trait that he has. It's been with him ever since he was very small.
✦Insomniac - Because of his nightmares that are almost constantly eating away at his subconscious, whenever he tries to sleep they come into being more real than not. They plague him almost every night, which is why he doesn't sleep. Coffee and energy drinks power him most of the time. He can only sleep when others are right there by him.
FEARS
- ✦Rats - They scurry about and carry disease. What is there not to fear? Remember the black death? Feo does.
✧Loss - Losing those close to him would just shatter Feo, he cares so deeply for his people that they've become a part of him. If he were to lose them, he'd be losing himself.
✦Storms - Maybe it's the way the sky turns colors, or the way the clouds swirl as if they were being stirred by some astral force. Maybe it's the lightning, or the loud crashing thunder. Whatever it is, everything about storms gives Feo a bad feeling. During storms he will often run off and hide.
✧Fire - For whatever reason the sight of fire has always made Feo's scar hurt. It scares him because it triggers horrible memories that he can't remember in any other situation. The twisted faces of monsters and a woman's face streaked with tears. All of it corresponds with fire for some reason. Not knowing why is what frightens Feo.
✦Insanity - He fears losing his mind because his mind is precious. His father always warned him losing his mind would be the worst thing that could happen. The worst thing by far. As such all through his life it's been a gnawing fear in his mind.
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- Being born to an average family, Feodore was different, his family always knew so. At his birth he had raven black hair and gray eyes, he looked just like his father, the family so proud of their only child. A miracle baby, as the mother had been told she was barren, unable to bring life into the world, yet, Feodore was created. Because of his miraculous nature, his mother named him "Gift of God" Feodore. A name she found most fitting, and even then she knew her precious boy was different. Most babies cry. . . Feodore smiled and laughed up at his mother, pure joy escaping the child. The entire family would sit in awe of him, an impossibility, right before their eyes.
Then on the babe's first birthday something happened. Demons invaded their home and latched onto the boy, trying to consume him for he was full of great power, untapped potential to become a great exorcist. The demons wanted to stop that from happening before he could train. The family had never been trained, all of them were just normal humans. The horror of demons appearing to devour her son was just too much for Feodore's mother, she died of fright, his father attempted to save him but was killed in the process. His family destroyed, the baby cried for the first time, the demons were determined to end him, although a shining light touched the boy, a humanoid visage glowing golden dispersed the demons. Taking the babe to True Cross, as the man was an exorcist who lived in Academy city, he raised the boy as his own.
Feodore never knew of that world, all he had to show for that night was a red scar, and a curse. The more powerful of demons cursed him with evil deep within him, but the exorcist counter-balanced it by infusing pure light within the boy. Turning his hair white, a constant symbol that he was different.
The man was the Head Aria Trainer at True Cross, his name was Svendrik. Sven took care of Feodore and raised him, teaching him little prayers and hymns to protect him. Then once Feodore became of age, Sven enrolled him at the legendary True Cross Academy. Young Feodore had always aspired to be like his "father" to become the greatest Aria. To save others just as Sven did.
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