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- Posted: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 01:44:22 +0000
- Full Name: Vale Cicuta
DOB: December 31st, 2032
Role: The Secret
- Height: 6'1"
Hair color: Light gold
Eye color: Emerald green with flecks of gold
Skin tone: Ivory
Tattoos: The Cicuta crest on his back
Birthmarks: Café-au-lait spot on his left ankle
- Open, emotional, whimsical, paradoxical/contradictory, insecure, selfish, has PTSD, unable to accept anyone other than Gian as the family head.
His Famiglia (Cicuta)
Playing the Cello
Letting others down
Secrecy among his family
Bloodshed (unless it's the Cacciatore)
Spending time with his Famiglia
- Lines. From his first memory to his most recent, Vale remembers all the lines. They obstructed his sight and covered the world. Chairs, people, animals, everything had an expiry date, a time when they would simply die. They scared him because his world had been tainted with death, something that a boy thought would always be so far away. Others went about their days thinking of the future, of the present, of happy things. Some were caught up in troubles and woes, but ultimately, most strove to live. But Vale went about his days watching and fearing. Would the lines swallow up his brother and parents like they did the man he saw on the street? What happened after that? For the longest time, Vale didn't know. Shortly after reaching the age of three, the Secret was given a pair of glasses imbued with mist flames that would mask the world in normality. With them, he could be like his brother and the others, he didn't have to be so afraid. So he grew up like that, completely unaware of what exactly the lines were, only that he was never to tell anyone about them, and should an outsider find out, they had to be dealt with.
It wasn't until his adolescence did Vale begin to question what he was taught. What was the big deal, what happened if he did something to those lines? One day when he was playing with Gian, they both decided to find out. After all, his brother shared the same curiosity genes as he did. Hiding themselves away in the woods, they tried numerous things. Touching the lines didn't seem to do anything, it didn't feel different either. Tracing them with a twig resulted in the same conclusion. Finally, they decided, 'what if you try cutting along them?' So the next day, the returned to the woods with a small switch blade Gian had grabbed out of their father's desk. Vale cut alone the biggest line he found, one that ran through the trunk of an old tree by the mansion. To his surprise, it was like cutting through jello. There was little resistance, and it was as if the line was guiding his hand along.
The moment his knife exited the trunk, the entire tree simply fell. It was uncomprehensible to them how such a small knife would be able to bring down a tree that size. Nevertheless, they thought it was interesting and continued to try it out on other things. Or at least, they would have if they hadn't been caught. A tree falling in the middle of the day was bound to attract attention, especially with all the members loitering the surrounding areas. At first their parents were beside themselves with worry, but once they confirmed both their children were unharmed, worry turned into anger. Both were reprimanded harshly, and both parents refused to listen to the boys until Vale put his glasses back on. 'It's not something you can take lightly.' His father said. But he didn't understand, why were they so angry? All he knew was that he didn't like being yelled at like this, especially when it wasn't even his and Gian's fault. Being the crybaby he was, Vale did just that, hiding behind his brother and refusing to explain anything.
Gian on the otherhand, was the exact opposite, he argued and argued, saying how they wouldn't know something was wrong if they weren't explained why. 'You can't just tell us not to do something and expect us to listen without an explanation.' Despite his age, Gian was in no way immature or childish. In the end, both parents caved and took the twins to their room before sitting them down. They explained that it wasn't something to be played with. Death was never a game. It wasn't something humans should take lightly.
'Vale... Listen closely, our treasure, our Secret, is to be protected at all times... even at the cost of your own life. Gian, you as the head must ensure that our Secret remains a secret. Outsiders mustn't know, for Vale's safety and the entire Family's safety.'
'But why?' They both asked. This was a conversation they had meant to have when the boys were older and presumably wiser, but as it stood, they'd have to explain why ahead of schedule, and so they did. Other Families wouldn't take well to such a power. Flames were something all Families possessed, but if they found that someone was able to kill them without warning, in broad daylight, and with a near 100% assurance, how would they react?
Still, they didn't understand the graveness of the situation. 'We'll keep it a secret,' they said. Though they didn't fully comprehend why, if it would put their parents to ease, they would do it.
A year passed after that, and another, until both were well into their adolescence. Training became their daily routine, though Vale for one hated it. If at all possible, he'd skip out at every chance he got, instead going to where his brother was. He hated being separated from his twin, if even for a few hours. The other, though he reprimanded his younger half, was always too soft on Vale, allowing the blond to do as he pleased. Vale learned quickly, which helped, but with the amount of specialized training he was skipping, it would definitely show through his combat abilities.
Tris saw this too, and once she was assigned as Vale's guardian, the nagging increased, if only for a while. Those times, he'd merely stick his tongue out and laugh it off before running away from the girl. Eventually, she eased up on it, much to Vale's relief. Tacito would laugh with him most of the time, but there were a few where he agreed with his sister and urged Vale to seriously train. A few times, Vale would listen, but he didn't like the training. Without his contacts at this point he had replaced the glasses with them, he felt the world was a dark place. Death covered every surface, and he could never escape, not even when he closed his eyes to it all. He laughed and joked, but he was afraid of death, finally understanding what his parents had meant all those years ago. He didn't want to kill people, because he knew how easy it was to simply disassociate it all. To forget that anything was living, to cut along the lines without a second thought... It was so easy. And that sickened him. Life was precious, it was fleeting but bright, and for it to be smothered just like that...
Vale's life was relatively peaceful then, and when he turned eighteen, it was probably the happiest time of his life. He received so much that year, a ring to signify his status in the family, the crest tattooed on his back, and finally, finally, he worked up the courage to confess to Tacito. It was silly, even Gian teased him nonstop about how he acted like some lovestruck high school girl. Vale had punched his brother hard for that, and Gian had retaliated in the same manner, adding how it was so obvious everyone saw it and that they were all waiting to see how long it took Vale or Tacito to do something. The feeling was mutual between the two, and for that year, they were inseparable. Gian joked about how he felt unloved since Vale often went too where Tacito was instead of sticking with Gian all the time now. But it was okay, they all still hung out together, and despite their age, still had sleep overs with each other; Vale, Gian, Tris, and Tacito, just like when they were children.
At this point, Gian was more or less ready to take on the role as the next head, and began his transitionary stage. Gaining experience and working late into the night, his brother spent more time with his father than ever, and Vale had to occupy himself with other things for the next two years. He trained a bit, not much, and mostly hung out with Tacito, watching over the lightning guardian as he trained.
It could be considered almost comical. Vale had read multiple books about how times of peace were the calm before the storm, but he had always separated fiction from reality. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that situation would apply to the Cicuta as well.
It couldn't even be considered a battle. It was a massacre, simple as that. They were completely unprepared when the attack was launched. They were disorganized and panicked. Vale for one had been going for his check up with Biagino and Tacito had accompanied him. It would have been like any other day if not for the sudden explosions that rocked the foundations of the mansion and the enemy who came crashing through the window. Tacito reacted first and easily dispatched the Cacciatore member. Almost in a dazed stupor of disbelief, Vale felt that what was happening wasn't real, it couldn't be... Even as Tris came and they headed towards the tunnels, Vale's thoughts were a mess. What was happening? Where's Gian? Is he okay? He needed to find his brother, his other half, but he wasn't allowed. They had to keep moving forward. He would be okay, he had his guardians, he had mom and dad with him. Vale tried to reassure himself this way as they continued through the chaos. Halfway there, pain shot through his body, and for the briefest of moments, his vision went black. It wasn't extreme or long enough for anyone to notice, but Vale felt it. Gone. Gian was gone.
Ironic that this time of all times, the crybaby wouldn't cry. He simply couldn't. He was shocked to the point where he had gone numb. So instead, he continued forward, following the others and focusing on everything else. They were almost there... Almost safe. But almost was never enough. Before he had a chance to even say anything, to say goodbye, to protest, to grab Tacito, he was abruptly shoved into the tunnel, and Biagino half dragged him through it, the doctor's face a pallid shade as he set himself to the task he was given. No no no, why was Tacito staying behind? Why hadn't Vale stayed to help? Tris? Where was Tris? At the mere thought of her, she had appeared, but she had rejoined them without Tacito... Despite his questions, she remained silent, and Vale soon followed suit. At some point, emerald eyes fell on the ring adorning her finger, and he felt his stomach drop.
Tacito had stayed behind.
Time passed in a blur after that. They had made it out, reunited with what was left of their family, and the full brunt of their loss finally hit him. Hearing the words made everything so much realer. He had denied it somewhere inside, clinging to the small hope that everyone would somehow be okay, but that was impossible now. Still, he couldn't cry, the tears wouldn't come no matter how much he wanted them to. It was like he was simply going through the motions of life, detached from his body, hovering outside it and simply watching everything that transpired.
With the help of Desideria, what remained of the Cicuta fled to Japan to find new guardians and a new heir. One that Vale didn't accept, wouldn't accept. In his mind, Gian was the only head the family would ever have. He hated feeling like this, despising someone who had done nothing wrong, whom he had never even met, hated that he had lost everything to a family who had somehow found out. Tris was no longer his guardian, having been made the new lightning guardian by Tacito. Tacito who died so they could escape... Everything looped back to the Cacciatore, to their unpreparedness, to his weakness.
Once alone, Vale discarded his contacts, forced himself to accept what he had, and to use it to its full potential if only to exterminate an entire family.
Twin Retractable Katars: They look more or less like ornamental wristbands when retracted, but when extended, they're fully capable of performing the task Vale intends for them. Having them on him at all times serves as a self-reassurance measure, knowing that he'll always have a way to defend himself.
Anything sharp: Pretty self explanatory... Anything that can cut becomes a weapon for him.
Vale is over emotional, especially when it comes to the deceased members, or even the surviving and new members.
He becomes incredibly disengaged when he fights. To him, everything is reduced to lines. There's no life, no people, no emotions, merely black lines that creep and stretch infinitely, all waiting to be cut.
Necklace from Tacito
- Pets: Gian, a Japanese Spitz that he bought upon arriving in Japan.
Love Interest: Tacito Varano - Deceased