Cicero Dvořák

#Toyhouse   —   An Indie & Private portrayal of  Cicero Dvořák  for Caelum.
    written by  rudner  (he/him, 21+)   

OOC  rudner, he/him, 21+       DISCORD  rudner       PLOTTING  open       INBOX  open

  ooc.   My name is Reuben, but I go by Rudner, Rud, Reu...whatever your heart desires, really. I am a 24 year old man (he/him pronouns please!) who was born in Russia but emigrated to the US when I was 12. I speak fluent Russian and English. I am a pretty friendly, open guy; I'm always up for some good OOC chat! Please don't be afraid to shoot me a message.  plotting.   Semi-open. Cicero was tailored to a specific pairing/plot. I would be open for friendships and enemies! Just toss me a DM and we can work something out.  activity.   My activity is hit or miss; I work five days a week at a full time job, where I'm either in the office or working on cars. I write whenever I have the time and whenever I have the muse! If you're waiting on an owed reply, please feel free to give me a poke! I write anywhere from one to five+ paragraphs; it depends on what I'm given to work with, my muse at the time...but I will strive to give my writing partners responses they can mull over.

credits: carrd template by @rcsea , coloring psd by source , base icons by source

Name.  Cicero Dvořák.Nickname/Alias.  n/a.Titles.  The Inventor.Age.  Three years old.Gender & Pronouns.  Male, He/Him.Orientation.  Homosexual, Monogamous.Marital Status.  Single.Species.  Kenai Peninsula Wolf.

Height.  30 inches tall.Build.  Slender and lithe, although a bit underweight.Eyes.  Silver.Scent.  Jasmine, parchment, and a hint of ink.Face Claim  Viktor from Arcane.Voice Claim  Viktor from Arcane. Has a strong, distinct Czech accent. His voice is fairly deep and smooth.Distinguishing Features  Perpetually tired eyes, slender almost malnourished build, curly fur.Physical Description/First Impression.  Cicero has always battled illness and a malformed left hind leg, which is reflected in his skinny appearance and stunted size. He walks with a noticeable limb and often hangs his head, his eyes always downcast. There is little to no confidence in his gait. And although his eyes are often tired, they are sharp with intellect. Where he lacks in brawn, he makes up for with brains.Positive Traits.  Intelligent, altruistic, driven, insightful.Neutral Traits.  Inquisitive, thoughtful, introverted.Negative Traits.  Wry, sarcastic, stubborn, withdrawn.Astrology.  Virgo Sun, Capricorn Moon, Taurus Rising.MBTI.  INTJ-A, The Architect.Enneagram.  Type 1, Wing 9.Neurodivergences. 
- ADHD & ADD. Cicero's mind is almost always working in overdrive, which usually helps him thrive, though it can often be his downfall. He needs to keep himself busy, needs to keep himself engaged, or he gets manic.

Parents. 
- Yvette, his mother.
- Father is unknown.Siblings. 
- None.Partner/Spouse. 
- None.Children. 
- None.Affiliation.  ???.Echelon.  ???.Languages.  Czechoslovakian, common tongue.

THE WELP. Born to the old Kingdom of Asroth, Kovoure lived a comfortable early life. She was cared for and well-fed, had an education and caring, present parents. She was born the eldest and therefore the largest out of her litter; her parents mistook her for a male until the cleric's deemed otherwise. She was a...large child, with comically huge paws and eager eyes. She'd win every scuffle with her brothers, and would defend her sister from their ceaseless bullying.Being a large female though, in a Kingdom with fairly traditional views, Kovoure was subject to teasing. She'd get called a giant, a freak, a boy. In the beginning, it bothered her, though she tried not to show it. She'd often start fights to defend herself, and even though she'd win, she still felt...different.But life went on and eventually, as she grew, their words didn't bother her nearly as much. She became confident in her strength and size, especially when she came to the realization that she wanted to become a knight. Few women had been knighted before, and Kovoure threw herself into grueling training in order to secure a position.Less did she care about being feminine and traditional, and more did she yearn to fight and defend her Kingdom. She wanted a warriors death, to be slain on the battlefield, and to be remembered afterward. Kovoure, The Knight. So she trained and she grew and she won scrimmage after scrimmage, until eventually came the day for her to apply.Many Knights were hesitant to allow a female to join the ranks. Too fragile, too dainty, they chided, until they saw her. She towered over many her age, her chest puffed and eyes burning with vigor. She proved herself a capable warrior, and it felt like her life was complete when the day came for her to be sworn into fealty.

THE KNIGHT. Kovoure took her new Knighthood very seriously. She was the poster girl for a sensible, well-mannered and well-versed knight. Obediently following orders, loyal to the crown and to the kingdom. She quickly made herself a name, proved herself capable of more than just guarding the gates. Then came her first official, big assignment; a personal bodyguard of the Princess of Asroth.The Princess, Frija, was as beautiful as she was sophisticated. Feminine and pretty and dainty—everything Kovoure wasn't. She needed a protector, needed someone to call upon in moments of dire need. Kovoure followed the Princess around like a lost puppy, eager to prove her worth and (secretly) garner her affections.And she did, after a year or so. The Princess would whisper sweet nothings in her ear during moments they were alone. Her touch was always soft and caring and everything Kovoure never realized she needed. Kove very quickly became enamored. She had the attention and the love of the Princess, all while still playing the part of a dutiful Knight.It was perfect. Kovoure was convinced she was in love. So utterly, deeply entranced. She was blind and naive, and couldn't see the Princess' true colors. Or perhaps she ignored all the red flags because she felt as if she needed Frija. Without her, she had no true purpose...for her, she'd do anything.Frija knew this, and she was hardly the picture of innocence she painted herself out to be. Slowly, light would be shed and her true colors and intentions would come to light. She wanted Kovoure to kill for her, in order to secure her spot on the throne. She needed to become Queen, and Frija knew that her lover would burn down cities for her sake.And so, one night, Frija urged Kovoure to kill her father, the King. At first, Kovoure was rightfully confused just as she was astonished. Her lover wished for her to kill the very man she swore an oath to? The same man that knighted her all those years ago? The man who trusted her enough to care and protect his daughter?She said no. But Frija tugged at her heart strings, wove her stories and lies to sweeten the deal. They could finally be together—in public—and wed, to become proper lovers, and gods knew that's all Kovoure wanted. After a lot of back and forth, that wariness eased away, and she agreed.Truthfully, she was too naive and blinded by love to realize what she had promised to do. But her Frija had never led her astray, and she was her world...

THE OATHBREAKER. Blinded by her love to a woman that was merely using her as a pawn, Kovoure faltered. She slipped into the King's chambers one night under the pretense of discussion about his daughter and her safety. It was easy, killing him—he was strong, but she was stronger. He lay beneath her heavy paws and choked on his own blood, snarled that she was an oathbreaker.For a while, Kovoure just sat beside the King's body, head hanging low and tears stinging her eyes. Oathbreaker... That was every Knight's greatest fear, being deemed such. But what she'd done, she done for love. For her princess, for the betterment of the Kingdom. But even that felt hollow and wrong.With a heavy, conflicted heart, Kovoure returned to her princess. Frija was pleased, a wicked smile upon her face that made Kove's skin crawl. She praised her, showered her in affection...but that following morning, she was cold. Harsh. Her true colors were painted so vividly now, and Kovoure couldn't believe it.Frija, now with her throne secured, spat venom in the face of her Knight. She hissed and bit, claimed that she never truly loved Kovoure. She was just a means to an end, and now that Frija got what she wanted, Kove was just another obstacle. A witness.The Princess fled to the council with crocodile tears, revealed that Kovoure had broken her oath and killed the King with the intent of overthrowing the royal court. The Kingdom was outraged, and quickly the witch hunt began for the rogue Knight. Kovoure, heat-broken and guilty, couldn't face them—she was a coward.She fled from the Kingdom she once swore to protect, bearing the painful title of Oathbreaker that would haunt her for the rest of her days.

Caelum.

A private discord server, soon to be forum. "Where lost souls come to create a name for themselves. Those who roam the lands of Caelum are given the opportunity to rise amongst the ranks of the reigning packs or carve out a place of their own. However, the common goal of all inhabitants is to survive the storm." - hyxcnth.Kovoure, after her betrayal to her old Kingdom, fled. She stumbled upon new lands with a new Kingdom that knew nothing of her past. The people of Kellbane invited her in, allowed her to stay and heal and eventually prosper. She did so, worked her way up the ranks, all the while wrestling with her guilt and pain in silence.

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