Cosmic Duality

Do you want a new mom friend? Enjoy identity crises? Do your mind controlled older siblings pick on you? Wish to go to space? Think immortal magic aliens exist? If yes, then do I have a Carnelian Signet to sell you!

Independent, Private Cecil Harvey (FFIV Trilogy, Dissidia, etc):

OC and Duplicate friendly;

21+ mun with 10+ years experience writing the character;

Est. 3 Nov 2013 | Re-Est. 26 Aug 2022

Multi-ship, all RP forms accepted;

Willing to RP on Discord.

Cecil liked to believe himself an open minded man. Learning of one’s own extraterrestrial bloodline tends to do that to an individual. 

Yet keys as weapons was a very novel concept.

We are taking the love triangle out of the equation right now; Rosa's not an object to be won and Cecil already believed that she was way out of his league from the start.

Cecil's jealousy of Kain is more internalized. Kain may envy some of Cecil's attributes, but Kain has something Cecil doesn't: An identity.

Kain grew up knowing his parents, he had his father's dragon. The Highwind family was already held in high esteem, so Kain's transition to his new social circle in school would have been nearly seemless. Cecil, in comparison, had been in and out of the infirmary in his early childhood due to his colorless blood. The White Mages could not understand how a boy with his condition could have such a stellar immune system(Thanks KluYa). Odin (and the White Mages with children) eventually came to realize that it had no impact on his quality of life and arranged it so that he would only be seen by Baron's most experienced White Mages and no longer a spectacle. Their concern may have stemmed from good intent, but it taught Cecil one thing: He was not normal.

Yet they changed Ceodore’s age to 15 in the 3D port to get around that. 

     Beatrix studied him a brief moment.  “…and a fellow paladin so it seems.”

The woman’s observation earned her with a knowing smirk and a shrug. 

“T’is not an aspect of myself that I choose to hide.” He admitted, gesturing down to his platemail, “Rather, not that I can do so easily.”