Cecíl

Name
Cecil Sherbert Jesse-James Percy Francis Lafayette Applebough the 12th. Understandably he doesn't like his name and finds it embarassing. Its mostly kept for the purpose of making him sound rich or important and in case a relative should want to come strike up contact.

Human form
Cecil's right side of his face seems to be suffering from paresis or paralysis, perpetually droopy and sagging unless the left side should manage to tug his lips into moving or he opens his mouth. His long well-groomed hair is usually brushed over this and a flat forehead as much as it can be to hide it. His mouth has a habit of not closing without effort, showing a little bucktooth. His eyes have bags and are noticeably more further apart than the norm with a medium-brown colour to them. His right eye can still blink and follow things, though to a lesser degree than his left. His face is a little on the gaunt side, with high cheekbones and a more feminine jawline. His nose curves at a dorky angle away from his large bushy eyebrows.

A tattoo saying 'Will you marry me?' runs up his right arm in fancy black writing. Judging by the lack of a 'She said yes!' one its probably an old shame of his. He also has two scars consisting of large bitemarks (One from a snapping turtle, the other a worgen) on his bum but unless you're invading his baths you probably won't know that. He has two oddly-textured marks on his face, on his nose bridge and his right cheek, where he got hit by acid.

The trigger finger on his right hand is missing, with skin having grown over that wound long ago. He is 5"7 short with the scrawny figure of someone that didn't bother eating as much as they should.

All in all, not a pretty sight with a manliness quotient in the negatives.

Worgen form
His shoulders are less broad than those of most worgen's and his fur is a warm grey in colour. His scrawnyness persists even as a worgen which doesn't help him look particularly menacing. His upper lips droop like a mastiff's and his lispy voice remains high as ever, without a speck of gruffness added to it. The facial paralysis remains and his black-circled eyes are an eerie orangy-red with a red sclera, making him appear angrier than he normally is. The bitemarks remain as well, as does the bucktooth and bags under the far-apart eyes. The tattoo is hidden away by the fur, much to his relief.

He still has a finger missing in this form.

The acid burn scars on his right cheek and the top of his muzzle are furless. Overall he has a kind of sly look to him when he smiles, on the left side of his face at least. The right side may bring to mind droopy-faced hunting dogs that need a hug.

Personality
Cecil's way of seeing the world and empathizing tends to relate to his self-centered side - someone must be "misunderstood" like him if they are in the wrong or else they are needlessly cruel, contribute to the failings of society, someone he wants to torture or otherwise in his eyes. Whilst he is comfortable conversing with the people who are least likely to mind his past and present crimes this only goes so far - he would likely put someone saying "I eat innocent babies and kittens" on his list of who to kill next. Despite his criticisms on society as a whole he still retains some bias, quick to dismiss some worgens' behaviours as acting like 'dirty ferals' even if he does the same behind closed doors.

He can be rather flippant and impulsive. This mixes awfully with his tendency to never let go of a grudge, cowardice and insecurity shielded by self-deprecation, showing off his accomplishments or otherwise. Among strangers he can be rather calm, among friends he can be rather affectionate and overtly cuddly and around enemies he can be planning how best to trip them into the canals.

Cecil can be socially awkward, blatantly creepy and an opportunist but however morally dubious he gets children and animals won't see the worst of this. Just don't hurt either of the two needlessly in front of him and its all good. He is also pretty damn eccentric and weird at times - some days he prefers not to draw attention to himself, other days he either can't help himself or finds keeping up a facade of normalcry to please strangers a waste of time.

Guild
None. He was in the First Gilnean Regiment but left without notice and would of likely been executed for striking an officer if he didn't run and if it had not been disbanded.

Family
A lot of the people in the orphanage he saw come and go are either disregarded by him as people he doesn't particularly or killed in Gilneas' conflicts, though he remembers some more fondly than others. He sees Daliah Thaler from the orphanage as a bit like a sister, though she most likely hates his guts now.

Due to actions that have left him a fugitive he has lost most of his friends, including Valery, the closest person he has seen to a mother figure.

He sees the 16 animals him and his boyfriend share as family, including the boyfriend.

Childhood
Cecil was donated to an orphanage by the name of Applegate Orphanage in Gilneas soon after birth, with not much else besides the clothes on his back, an old stuffed bear and an overwrought name given from his mother. He grew up watching children drift in and out and started striving for independance due to picking up on the fact he wouldn't be adopted anytime soon, if at all. He tended to get picked on by the other children for his speech difficulties and facial damage that inspired them to dub him Th-Th-Th-Thethil for years. He became grudgy and took up passive-aggressive behaviour to try and get back at the other children without getting attached to high objects by the back of his baggy clothing. He went through periods of trying to detach himself emotionally from the Matron to prepare for any potential adoption but found ultimately he couldn't do it.

The orphanage wiggled somewhere between middle-class and poor in terms of wealth and he didn't see much toys that weren't hand-me-downs or for the purpose of sharing, but he has no real complaints about that.

Teenage years
As he got older he befriended a boy named Theodore, surprised by him being a stranger that actually came up to speak to him nicely without looking put-off by his face. The two became soppily romantically involved after quite some time and had plans to explore outside of Gilneas and find their own housing but Theodore perished fighting for the Alliance in the Second war at 18. His death in the name of trying to protect the other kingdoms, along with Cecil agreeing that they could still need the Alliance for protection, pushed him into being against the building of the wall that would cut off Gilneas from anywhere else. He would later join the Northgate Rebellion for these reasons.

As if he wasn't coping badly enough, he was found to of witnessed the murder of an older boy in the orphanage. Despite a thorough investigation, they didn't find the killer and the shaken boy barely gave any details on what had happened. He was allowed to stay in the orphanage a little longer than most due to his trauma the others believed was from walking in on the aftermath of the boy's murder.

He took part in the Northgate Rebellion and managed not to get caught, finding he enjoyed exerting power over people when it came to the occasional moment people in the Northgate Rebellion let him practice torture, though he was mostly a scout and message-boy the rest regarded as annoying but useful at best. During this time he managed to move out and acquire his own housing with the help of the orphanage's Matron, within the Northgate Woods and close to the city.

Adulthood
He still found himself feeling miserable and avoidant of other people due to the bullying over his facial paralysis, skin tone and whatever else people had picked as an excuse to harass him throughout his life. After messing around with substances to try and feel better, he remembered what had momentarily made him feel in control of his life - controlling and harming the people that had made him feel miserable. He would gradually find himself feeling addicted to revenge against what he saw as injustice against him. Eventually simple attacks and threats just didn't seem to sate him and like it was a drug, he moved onto torturing and killing the people that crossed his path particularly badly. This has persisted until (And may continue past) present day, with what he deemed his worst enemies being humiliated and killed with others being pained with seemingly-harmless objects and threatened into silence or just not shown his face.

After living a bit like a hermit - failing to move on from Theodore's death and perceiving the Northgate Rebellion as going nowhere - the orphan Matron took it upon her to give him the surprise gift of a mastiff puppy. After the initial scrambling-around with a list of instructions he found he was quite fond of the chair-mauling brown bundle and named him Mordecai. He took up hunting animals and training Mordecai for some extra funds and discovered that this was what he wanted to do in life. The two grew older, Mordecai gaining notoriety for continually escaping and finding other dogs in season until the day age-related sickness took him at twelve years old.

He inverted sullenly again, but managed to not as severely as before, still hunting, occasionally lending a hand at the orphanage and chatting with the Matron. In time he managed to come to terms with getting another canine, a paler-brown bullmastiff named Morris that had been sired by Mordecai. It was during another hunting trip, when his massive dog fled with its tail between its legs from a dog with a bow tied on its head, that he stumbled across Margaret and managed to strike up conversation instead of running screaming from her. After repeated excuses to chat with her over tea and biscuits, the two had a long-lived relationship which ended sometime after his failed proposal-by-tattoo, him cutting ties due to what he saw as the two of them ultimately wanting different things. He made sure to wear longer sleeves afterwards and the two avoided eachother out of grief and mutual awkwardness for about a year.

Pre-Cataclysm
Cecil became more and more indoorsy as rumours of lupine man-eating humanoids started spreading throughout Gilneas. He was reading a book sometime when a man with a mole on his face and a badly-torn ear started hammering on his door, looking like he'd seen a ghost. As soon as he mentioned 'evacuation' Cecil stopped burying his head in the sand about it, grabbed everything essential and dear to him then went. So far so good and he managed not to get bitten, making sure to go ahead and warn Margaret in spite of the lingering awkwardness from their break-up.

He eventually wound up cornered with a band of refugees making their way to the rest of the survivors within the city. The city guards escorting them took the worst of the assault, and Cecil eventually got swiftly clobbered by a worgen's paw and knocked his head off the city pavement. His dog suddenly leapt into the fray despite his protests, finding all he could do in his hazy concussion was play dead and try to drown out the sounds of the massacre. A handful survived, owing their lives to more help coming to fend the worgen off and take the injured ones away to the rest of the refugees.

His memory is hazy around that point. When he awoke and felt coherent he found the old orphan Matron tending to him again and his mastiff nowhere to be seen. When the news was explained to him he broke down in guilt and grief, soldiering on to do battle sooner than the healers would of liked. As expected this made him sluggish with an awful headache and he had more than one run-in with the dead encroaching on Gilneas almost end badly for him.

Cataclysm
Cecil found himself surrounded by Forsaken at one point, crying in terror at how he was about to meet his end when suddenly the land gave way under him and everyone. When he awoke from being half-drowned he found a hairy beast with incomprehensible sentence structure trying to give him CPR and scrambled away in disgust.

He continued on with the evacuation, sneering with hatred at the afflicted Gilneans to mask his fear of them, until a large black feral got ahold of him in the Blackwald. He was saved by his ex being nearby with some tranquilizer darts. Due to the area that the bitemark was afflicted on, he refers to the wound's treatment as the 'thecond-motht embarrathing thing in my life'. He was monitored carefully and prevented from killing anyone round-about the time of his transformation, thanks to being put in hastily-constructed stocks, administered the chemical 'cure' and given the ritual in Tal'doren.

After some more shooting and seeing the orcs join the Forsaken's assault, adding to his hatred of them he had retained after losing Theodore to the Second war, he made it to Darnassus on the boats like everyone else that had survived the brutal storms with the orphanage Matron. Lots of seasickness later and he made it to Darnassus with sufficient funds to give him a decent start in the foreign lands.

He didn't find sitting under a tree to be to his liking and took the boat to the Eastern Kingdoms. Feeling sorry for the homeless population of Westfall, he found a nice apartment within Ironforge instead.

Played-out
After recklessly wandering down a Crypt in search of his fat mastiff, he stumbled into the cultist group Katra Zil Shukil and found himself being made to join as a slave, seeing as the other option involved being dumped in the canals. During this time period he tamed several beasts to try and minimize threats to his dog whilst still having a guard dog of sorts around, but this plan failed when the beasts kind of grew on him. He was no longer just a dog person and currently has eleven beasts.

He eventually managed to break it off by asking one of their members nicely to lie that he had died, before deciding to join up with the First Gilnean Regiment. Despite occasionally trying to take sneaky jabs at members out of petty revenge he stuck around for his country, the paycheck helping him keep all of those exotic beasts fed and stabled appropriately. A curiosity or grave moss-driven trip to Shattrath and the Plaguelands wound him up with two of the more noticeably out-there pets.

Zelotes punched him in the face and he cried. This is important and vital to character development.

Asides from being a terribly inept wimp at times, happenings in the Regiment include actually making friends, taming more stuff, trying to cut people's hair when he got annoyed enough at them, being himself and catching out and horrifically maiming an assassin called Pearlly who was suspiciously trying to gain information on a member within the Regiment. He let her live so her friends wouldn't set his house on fire, then she began mailing the guy.

Against his better judgement, he kept contact and figured her sudden want to impress him could make her a handy pawn for revenge without risking a whipping to himself. This has backfired horribly as Pearlly is basically erotomanic for the guy, believing the two are in a serious romantic relationship, and he empathizes with her in a way that renders him an easy target for her abusive behaviour.

At one point a cultist and Pearlly the stalker forcibly moved into his house. It was a messy house.

Upon returning to Ironforge one day he discovered from guards that the cultist Vaelen Marlsdottir had died in his bed. This struck a chord with his conscience and he had plans to make amends and cut off the stalker for good, hopefully without too much damage to himself.

But because he pitied her slightly similar background he decided to tolerate her prescence to try and fix her instead by helping her get away from murdering people before it thoroughly messes her up, like it did to him. What he fails to take into account that Pearlly is quite content to continue doing this, already messed up and is more of a risk to him than he is willing to acknowledge.

When he got paranoid due to misinterpretating a conversation with an old acquiantance from the days of the Rebellion he opted to go on the run to Hearthglen, sever ties with Pearlly and mail her his keys to try and give her a shot at a more decent start in life whilst ensuring his safety. Copies of the keys were promptly made and given to anyone that would like a cosy apartment out of spite. He eventually figured it was safe enough to mull around Stormwind again, partially brought back due to nagging and concern from his mother-figure.

Several moments of arguing, selfishness and spite later and he kidnapped and tortured someone who he once called him a friend, and is now on the run again. For real.

Whilst living off of spider meat and carcasses in the Deadwind Pass, he came across a worgen being chased by a bounty hunter. He chased the mercenary off and decided to team up with the worgen hunter for survival (And company's) sake. After quite a bit of travel, a run-in from Pearlly and sharing eachothers' body heat when camping the two quickly become romantically involved, survival dragging them closer at a sped-up rate. After a rocket ride from a conveniently-placed goblin and lots and lots of running they made it to a harbour in the Wetlands before travelling to Northrend, eventually making it by air to Dalaran where the two currently reside in an inn under new identities with their pets.

Family Background
Isn't too sure. Never really went looking for his birth parents. At the very least he assumes he's just half-Gilnean or not a Gilnean by blood due to his skin tone. He takes the Matron's word for it that his mother said his name comes from his father's side.

His father was a similarly-eccentric and self-centered mage, his mother a Gilnean teenager who had struck up a brief friendship with the boy her age when his rich family came to visit Gilneas.

As far as Cecil was concerned, if they really wanted to get in contact they could of came looking for him. This is quite possibly a way to avoid dissapointment on his part. His recent illegal status and having to change his name has dashed any hopes he had of finding them.

Criminal Record
He was under questioning from the Ironforge guards finding a dead body in his bed and a disgruntled dyed cat in his house (They were originally checking to see why the owner had not paid rent in so long) however his 'was out shopping and got lost' alibi helped clear the first one up. The second had him fined and charged with having to take the thing to a vet already, with a note that dying its hair wasn't ethical.

Some months ago he was reported to of been involved in kidnapping and torture. He is now wanted as a criminal, within Stormwind at least. There is suspicion that he was the cause of several mutilated bodies found in the Northgate Woods over a period of years but asides from a statement from Jacob Owlen that he had confessed to murder and torture there is nothing concrete to prove it.

Pets
Much of these reside in the stables when he isn't out walking or hunting with them; or occasionally left at home with a pet-sitter with the patience of a saint.

Murdoch
Another descendant of Mordecai, Cecil decided to purchase the young black adult mastiff since he was trained to be a personal guard dog. Though he appears to be a harmlessly-ecstatic overfed housepet a great deal of the time, his training will kick in if he perceives a threat to his owner. Adores attention and pretending a humanoid face on eye-level with him is a popsicle.

Vælen
Vælen managed to escape slavery in the Deadmines and fled into Westfall. He scavenged there for quite some time, before spotting Cecil out alone for a walk and remembering that people = food. He clung to the poor man to the amusement of some locals before Cecil gave in and decided to tame him. The monkey seems quite lively and copies a fair amount of human mannerisms.

Lantern
The bright yellow wasp was found at random in Elwynn Forest, possibly after being released there or getting severely lost. Either way he seemed quite tame already and with a decent offering of fruit he managed to get him home. He aptly named him for his use as a reading light. Though initially just seeing him as another tool to dilute Katra Zil Shukil's threats to his dog somewhat, his lack of zany behaviour and content nature to just perch on his shoulder and let him read for a good half hour appealed to Cecil's good side.

Has a habit of flying into windows repeatedly.

Trevor
After a group failed to attempt smuggling exotic animals into Stormwind he volunteered to take two of them on. In return for his kind gesture he got a massive badly-handled batshit attention-demanding red macaw with feet bordering on talons. Probably resided with sailors or pirates at some point due to being fond of calling Cecil a wanker, among other things.

Lately he's more tame and content to rub heads in an affectionate gesture with Cecil, though strangers still get the shrieking and bitey treatment.

Bobbert
The large bluish cobra is quite calm in contrast, bordering on looking calm in a stoned sort of way. Though he doesn't lash out at people or attempt attacking, his way of watching anything warm-blooded with a slack jaw for a lingering moment can be unnerving.

Great for hiding bodies.

Mint
After investigating a massive fuss over a supposed beast in someone's basement, Cecil bravely ventured down like a manly man, lamp in hand, before he found a fluffy googly-eyed green invertebrate huddled in the corner, clearly more terrified by the fiasco than anyone else was. After slapping his forehead in exasperation he removed the young tarantula before anyone got it into their heads to squash it and named the poor bugger. Mint still remains timid, especially of people with brooms, to this day.

Being a spider, he digests his prey outside his body before sucking it up like a soup. Also great for hiding bodies.

Rocky
After spying the beast lurking in the Canals of Stormwind, Cecil became determined to tame him in the hope that he would get less hassle if he had a giant spiked turtle following him around. Several broken traps and painful turtle bites later and he managed. Somewhat. The spiky creature can still occasionally be seen chasing him throughout Stormwind when it becomes angry enough and has already left him a permanent scar next to his worgen bite.

Nowadays he's a little less snappy towards anything in front of his face. Just a little. He can bite things standing beside him with that stretchy neck of his.

Softhide
The large greyed gorilla was handed over to Cecil within Booty Bay due to a mutual agreement and pity on his part - the old man didn't sound like he was going to last long from Stranglethorn fever. It didn't take long for that to be the case and so he took the grieving gorilla home. Over time his gentle tolerant nature showed though and like with other gorillas it may take a lot of pushing and prodding past threat displays before he would seriously harm anyone.

Absolutely useless for hiding bodies or commiting torture and would rather set free a person strapped to a chair.

Rebecca
The sickly cat was discovered after he opened a crate marked 'DO NOT OPEN' in the Plaguelands. Despite the insistence of druids he came across to put it down he kept the large cat with a disfigured face stubbornly, as if to make a point. Though fond of her owner, her ill health lends her a bad temperment at times and she pukes green stuff on the carpet. Paladins or the like may pick up on her fel taint that lends her her garish appearance.

Cecil suspects her unique appearance could be from corruption akin to that in Felwood or Apothecaries messing around with Rebecca like a guinea pig. Which is true because she came about in the same manner as Winna's Kitten, being transported back to the Eastern Kingdoms by the Forsaken Apothecaries for research. He tries to hide the thing half the time to not get any funny looks or pitchforks raised at him. Occasionally slathers the cat in awful-tasting dye to sneak through transport or settlements.

Cowlie
The oddly-tame and hungry warpstalker came to him after its runty Mag'har owner had died, seeing a resemblance between Cecil and its deceased orcish owner. Despite originally just planning to hunt exotic things in Terrokar, he wandered around with the lost lizard in Shattrath, found no one that knew its origins then decided to just take the hungry thing home to the stables and name it Cowlie.

Has a habit of turning invisible and telaportling its way out of stables.

Precious
He felt bad for screwing up one day and saw a pair of googly eyes staring at him within Dalaran's pet shop and decided that buying a young skunk was the best idea ever. Cute as a button but can cause temporary blindness and nausea via chemicals, as he found out the hard way.

Miscellaneous

 * Is allergic to frogs. Mostly if they come into contact with the inside of his mouth. It appears to be their mucus that triggers his allergic reaction.
 * Likes kids. Plans on adopting someday, though this isn't likely to happen anytime soon seeing as he is either busy or in deep shit for whatever he did wrong this time.
 * After thinking he was asexual then gay then bi he eventually opened a dictionary and decided he was demisexual.
 * Suffers from nightmares, waking up screaming on particularly bad nights. Wetting the bed and going for days without sleep at the worst. He generally avoids sleep where possible unless he is feeling particularly comfortable in his surroundings or lacks a choice.
 * Hates vegetables. Sees them as only good for torture. This may of contributed to his short scrawny stature via lack of vitamins.

Current Status
Wanted for kidnapping and torture. Is in hiding with a nice Gilnean man within Dalaran, and no one else besides Gabriel, Cecil and his pets know that. Ventures out on errands for Dalaran's black market.