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                    « THE MISCREANT »

            ❝ WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, ANGEL FACE? STAB ME WITH YOUR EYEBROW PENCIL? ❞

LAST NAME, FIRST NAME: Vulpes, Theodor (Theo, Teddy) AGE: 32 HOUSE OF CHOICE/INDIVIDUAL ACTIVITY/N/A: Former level 2 in War, unaffiliated  OCCUPATION AND/OR LEVEL: Bar owner at “Foxes” FACE CLAIM: Charles Michael Davis NATIONALITY: Romanian ETHNICITY: African/Filipino

CONNECTIONS:

His recruiter. This would be a person who found Theo around 8ish years ago and was trusted, considered a mentor. However, when they realized that Theo’s fiancee was someone from the house of Death and that she murdered one of War’s, they killed Bobby in cold blood, which made Theodor leave the house.

Theo is prone to “adopt” younger people who get kicked out by their parents, or get in any trouble, therefore someone younger (a few, even) who’d need something like that would be nice. 

Anyone from War. As it has been around 1.5 years since he left the syndicate, it would only make sense for members who were there for longer to know him. Any kind of relationship works here, either still low key friendship or straight up going for throats. 

People of similar fate, runaways from houses or law, or whatever, all that stuff is welcomed and needed. 

The group of his former friends he had left behind to join war, aka any of them, and since they aren’t described in detail anything can work. I would think they wouldn’t be on the best terms because Theo did leave them in dust to join the house, even if they don’t necessarily know that. 

I also really want someone with Danielle Campbell face claim in his life?? I mean sue me, I’ll figure it more out, but I want to since I am quite the real sucker for things like that. Aka faces from the same shows.  

PERSONALITY:

Theodor was always known to be quite the charmer, witty and quick with both feet and brain. Labelled many things he has yet to prove them wrong, which is rather hard when they fit the personality within the flesh and bone cage. Easily adapting to new situations, he had never felt tied to anything and therefore was seen (and truly was) fickle, yet smooth and careful with it not to disturb any sleeping bears around. One might think he could have fitted into another house better rather than the loyal and family like War, but he always had a need to belong and to be accepted somewhere rooted deep inside, even though never showed outside. Theo being hot tempered and always ready for a good fight, whether it would be just words or fists or, even better, both, he would never turn away from such opportunity.

Which was one of constant stimulations he always sought: before, during and after War period. They only left different consequences after his steps were made. Heart begging for thrill, people came and went through his bedrooms, fists bruised and knuckles bleeding, split lip numbed by a shot of strong alcohol. If not for the constant urge to break the chains he felt he was forced to wear, he was War’s child, and it had been seen in everything he did. Before the syndicate took him in he was always moving, troubled and uncontrolled, his own urges taking the best of him which only made the final label ‘the miscreant’ stick for good, next to heretic, rascal, and any other one could think with similar undertone.

After the house business was out of the picture, old habits chased after him and he soon was falling into the grip of theirs again, embracing the old lost friends. Reclaiming the title and filing it all up with experiences and anger that he did not know where to put. While considered untrustworthy by most, Theodor still has a good heart which he takes some time out of each day to cover up.

MBTI AND/OR ENNEAGRAM: ENTP.

THREE WEAKNESSES:

His mother. Even though she had     passed away he keeps visiting her grave to give her respect and sometimes     even talks to her for hours. It’s his solace.

Kids. No matter things he had     done over the course of his life, Theo has a strict rule about kids and     often goes out of his way to help, if he’s only needed.

His own temper. Hot headed and     brash, he is not one to turn away from a fight and anger is something hard     for him to control. With War or Bobby it used to be different as he felt     more grounded, but now at times he feels like all of this is a huge step     back.

BIOGRAPHY:

Tw: death, suicide mention, violence

Dominique was a tourist from Philippines in Bucharest, where she met Cornel and cliché as it was, stayed. The decision was made with a lot of love in their hearts as the young woman left everything behind: her family, her boyfriend, her job, and instead took up to work in a bakery here, married Cornel and eventually bought a tiny house at the side of the city. She was pregnant by the second year of their marriage, and the couple couldn’t be more overjoyed by the boy they named carefully, soon telling their families the good news. Dominique used to sing tiny lullabies every night sitting next to Theodor’s bed when his father came late at home or didn’t at all, for the kid found him passed out bruised up on the couch in the morning as he grew up into his sixth and seventh years.

He was a good man, but the marriage was crumbling without Theodor realizing it. His father loved him still, even after the divorce, always addressing him by the nickname of ‘little fox’ which always sounded so oddly soft with the husky voice he inherited. Soon he saw his father no more, and only in whispers came back news about him found dead. Unnatural causes, they said. The young Vulpes still understood little about the atrocities of this world and it only seemed like a bad accident to him, breaking his heart in two but promising to deal with it, because his mother now needed him most than ever.  But that was typically how children of War and other syndicates were born. Something troubled right beneath their skin, under their clavicles and the thick bones of their foreheads. Children like Teddy saw too much, grew up too fast into unforgiving world grabbing them by their still fragile hands, fighting for survival.

In his teenage years, Dominique started showing Parkinson’s symptoms and albeit still young, Teddy knew his life wouldn’t get much better from there. He would have to take care of his sick mother, and while it wasn’t much of a bother to him the energetic child truly wanted something more. They couldn’t afford higher education, just the two of them, but the child never lost hope carrying various books instead of rocks in his hands. His mother’s disease only taught him responsibility and how important family was. The other side of it was him being tied to one place which drove him nuts, and Dominique could see that. If Theodor was anything like his father, and she thought he was, he needed air and to see the world around him shift and change instead being locked away in the old house with her slowly getting sicker by day. However, attached to the only parent alive, Theo refused to leave his home city just like that. The illness progressed fast and it all changed when one day he came home from work just for his eyes to see mother’s last breaths. Dignity, he supposed, she wanted to preserve the last bits of it before Parkinson’s took it all to the last drop. She was quite prideful as a woman, couldn’t accept the pitying stares because of often appearing tremors.

Devastated, young Vulpes went out from the outskirts into the city to search for something, anything that would help to forget the loss of the person dearest to him. Unbeknownst to him something snapped within the tough frame, pushed him into activities that his mother would never forgive him for. Every vein itching for thrill he didn’t succumb to complete recklessness nonetheless, but violence and aching knuckles were his friends. He was half in the streets and a trouble too, someone often seen with handcuffs and out of them just as quick, sharp smile and a wicked gleam in his eye. At this point, somewhere he made a name for himself, albeit not a good one. He and his “pack” of sorts usually visited this one bar in Bucharest, loud debauchers would eventually catch someone’s eye, and that someone was from War. They started conversation with Theo, and Theo alone, when the young man moved to grab himself another pint of beer, distracted by the bartender to notice whatever was happening behind his back. Whatever they then saw in him and whatever they said — it was enough to catch Theodor’s attention. Eventually he left his old pack behind for a new family with promise of acceptance, loyalty and love.

Which wasn’t a lie. All the pacts, promises kept, taking care of each other, it was like Vulpes had found another home, another place he belonged in. It settled his temper and calmed his thirst, directing the violent urges towards what needed to be done instead of leaving them out in the open spinning so fast the core would heat up and with the obvious threat of explosion. He had joined and never looked back, gave the loyalty the house truly deserved, climbed up the ranks to level two, proudly wearing the fact like a badge. It wasn’t like they pulled up anyone and any day higher, only the ones they trusted and the ones they saw deserving of it. Many stayed in level one for years and years to come, but he was not satisfied with being replaceable. Around then he met Bobby. A wicked little ball of hell, with a heart of gold and a smile to die for. He was immediately smitten, especially because she was someone he couldn’t quite reach at first with her games and remarks. He played, patiently, and one thing after another they were sharing apartments and breakfast.

Years went by, and Theodor found happiness once again; a home, family, acceptance. With Bobby in sight he seemed to simmer down even more and while far from a pushover, the days of unnecessary violence were long past. He had responsibilities now, and a three-month pregnant fiancée, carrying a little boy. Little did he know that Bobby belonged to another house—carefully hid the tattoo just as did he, and he didn’t know. Late office hours. Spilled coffee on clothes, therefore had to change. Business trips. All these things were lies, but could he really blame her when he did all the same things? She was in Death, he then found out, holding her barely warm body in his arms, kneeling on the hard, cold floor. His recruiter had found out she killed someone of War, and returned the favour without a blink in their eye. Saying nothing, not a single word about the pregnancy (figured it would only look like an excuse now) he pulled himself together, held a funeral and moved on—

Out of the country. He wasn’t going to stay now, when he couldn’t look them in their eyes without feeling hatred bubble up. Everything he believed in was crushed under a merciless heal of his mentor’s foot and he let it happen. Let everything he had built around himself strip away naturally, like cheap paint—leaving him raw. Whatever he held back before, with War, with Bobby, everything sprung back like from a slingshot and he didn’t stop it. Theo ran, burying his sorrow deep inside and understanding once again that anger was so much easier to deal with rather than the sadness and grief itself. He needed time, and that’s what he took. No doubt those he had left behind his back would be outraged with a decision like that, but he didn’t care enough when after a year of wanderings, he came back home, into the city that gave and took without breaths in between. In the July of 2016 he took over a bar becoming its new owner, and waited. They’ll come. In a month or two, but they will surely come knocking.