Updated August 2016

Some act by their nature, others by nurture. As with all theories and rules though, there will be exceptions.

Raised by thieves and scoundrels in the dark alleys of whatever city they happen to plague at the time, Cel didn't stand much chance of a decent life, did he?

The protagonist of his own particular tale though, he had no intention of finding his life to be written by his upbringing or past. In fact, the only hint of this rather dubious history may be gleaned from a rather intricate understanding of such places.

Cel himself tended towards optimism on his arrival. Sure the world might suck, be full of scum and wouldn't ya know it, it's bloody raining again! Still, there's always that silver lining.. and what's scum if not the dirt in which flowers may bloom?

Optimism though, can be wearing. In quiet conversation there's still the same often inappropriate humour when amongst friends, but to those that look beyond the cheeky grin and relaxed demeanour, his eyes have aged and his smile takes just that little bit longer to find them. There's a pain there he tries to suppress for reasons known only to a few.

To find the bounce back in the feline's step, however, takes little more than the company of one particular, special lady. Quite aware of the warning that 'the best and worst thing that can happen to a man is a woman' and increasingly living proof of that fact, her effect on him by her mere presence tells plenty of where his heart lies.

Appearance: Ingame toon is much what you see is what you get...

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Additional info:

Courtesy of life's little games he's now found more often favouring an overcoat and the feline would seem to make a point of keeping the back of his neck covered - specifically a point he would often reach to scratch at in times of anger or frustration. During any moment of extreme negative emotion, a glow of white/yellow may even be see from the point if not covered entirely by that excessive mop of teal hair.

He now also carries a scar across the palm of his right hand. The cut was neat and perfectly straight, not appearing to be a wound from battle, but something more likely self-inflicted for another purpose.