Character Name: Cirstoforo Dallas Connors.
Nickname: Cir, Ciro, Ciros, Cirsto, Dallas or Connors.
Age: 8,845.
Gender: Male
Grade: Teacher
Subject: Townie (Owns his own business).
Race: Angel
Play-by: Matthew McConaughey.
Appearance:

Ciro is tall, broad shouldered and standing in at 6 foot even, and weighs roughly 200 pounds, most of which is all solid muscle. He’s not shy about how strong he is, nor is he shy to show off said muscles. He earns them mostly through various exercise types, mainly just your regular workouts, though he has been known to try each and every newfangled technique that’s come out as time passes. He also surfs, which does wonders for his muscles as well, not to mention makes that surfer look he often has real. Cirstoforo’s features are chiseled, and rightfully so, given he doesn’t just have them, he worked his ass off for them, and he keeps them through that rigorous training of his. He’s adept at using his body to full capacity, and is also known for attracting many others, mortal or otherwise.

His hair is one of his defining features, in that it has the unique tendency to change colors, obviously not on command, but rather when wet or dry, or in different lightings and such. Of course everyone’s hair seems to ‘change’ color, but perhaps not so drastically as his does. His hair is generally a sandy brown, tending more towards blonde while it most often goes to a darker brown, more chocolate than sand. Unique if I do say so myself. Another little tidbit is that his hair is curly. Curly to the point where most often it’s gelled back, if only to keep from getting in the way. It’s never too long, though appears shorter because it curls so much. Even when wet his hair curls, and sometimes it serves only to drive him mad, though never for long. Cir’s skin just serves to add to his appeal, the color a light tan that darkens with each hour in the sun, and occasionally burns, though never for long, and it always tans out. His heritage is mixed, and he can’t exactly tell anyone because the fact is that his ancestors have long since died out or mixed in with another race, and he doesn’t care to bother with explaining the whole process.

Despite the technology in his early days, or rather, lack thereof, his teeth are straight, even and white, most often giving dazzling smiles and grins meant to charm the pants off of anyone really, lady or man. Ciros’ eyes are another defining feature. Slate gray, they tend to change with his mood, or the lighting as with his hair. His eyes range anywhere from their normal slate gray to a near complete blue, though most of that has to do with the fact that he’s an angel, a fallen one at that, though and the power that fills his humanoid frame shows itself in numerous ways.

Ciro’s wings by far dwarf everything else one could describe about him. Originally, that is before he fell, his wings were the same color as his hair, but after he was cast out, well, his wings turned an ink black, black as, or even blacker than the darkest of nights. But what really shines through about them is the way they’re flecked with silver/gray flecks, perhaps meant to symbolize the gray area of the moral scale he so likes to dabble in and spend his days in.

Personality:

The Known

• Ambitious.
  • Cirstoforo is ambitious, always looking to make things better, where to improve, where to cut losses. If he is capable of raising an army, assuredly there is a high chance that he can do just about whatever he wants, when he wants, and definitely how he wants. He’s used to being followed, each order given followed to the tee, and while he knows that he no longer holds the authority or a true leader, he is stronger than one, which in his mind levels out the playing field. Ciro doesn’t see anything as inherently bad or good for business, or whatever he happens to be working at, he just sees minor setbacks, or jump starts. No is a two letter word that doesn’t, and hasn’t existed in his book for a very long time. He learned long ago that nothing is impossible if one were to set their minds to it, and give all they had into seeing it through.
  
  
• Ruthless.
  • He’s ruthless, pitiless and couldn’t care less about what happens to those he barrels through the life of. As far as he’s concerned, if you work for him, your life is his to control, and if you rebel, then your life is forfeit. It is quite hindering however to kill each person who disappoints him, so he would much rather ruin them financially, or whatever. However, if you happen to be in his employ, while he does expect nothing short of perfection and profit, he doesn’t leave you to fend for yourself. Almost like his family, he protects his ‘children’ no matter what.
  
  
• Sharp-Witted.
  • When it’s said that his wits are sharp enough to cut oneself on them, maybe they’re true. Only no one’s really gotten close enough to actually find out. He doesn’t let anything get past him, or if something did then he wanted it to, or he let it. He doesn’t like being the one who has no idea about a situation, so he does his best to not be that person. After all, when you’ve lived for many millennia, one learns to be observant, and to keep others from getting the best of them.
  
  
• Lucky.
  • You don’t just get to where Cirsto is now. He worked hard to get here, and he will continue to work hard, but that isn’t the reason. He was lucky, was and still is. Things just tend to go his way whether they were supposed to or not, and while some may think that’s of his doing, he knows little of it, except that the luck seems to follow him anywhere and everywhere, on earth at least. In heaven he has no such thing, but then again, he hasn’t been there in millennia anyways.
  
  
• Clever.
  • Being clever helped his journey too, given that one needs to be resourceful and wise to get places. And more times than not, Ciro was thrown into a situation where he knew nothing but of his own body, and so he made do with what he had and found, and did the best anyone could in those situations. But now that he’s been around the block more than just a few times, he knows his way everywhere, has been to every major city on the earth at least once, has multiple houses and isn’t afraid of showing off the money he has, his cleverness turns to things other than surviving.
  
  
• Leader.
  • Cirstoforo is a natural born leader, shown by the fact that before he was an angel he served his country in the only way best known back in that time. He was a soldier, good at what he did and even better at leading his people. He rose in ranks before he died, and army or no army, all these years later the ability, the desire, to lead is still strong in him, but unfortunately it shows itself in not the best of ways due to the fact that there aren’t many ways left to lead anymore.
  
  
• Coarse.
  • With his words, his actions, his thoughts, they’re rough, without the normal honey and sugarcoating of anyone elses words, he rivals many for the fact that he says it as he sees it, no more, no less, and doesn’t care for making anything easier by altering the simple truth. Matter cannot be created, only changed. Therefore he believes in sticking to the original ‘matter’ and to change it would be to alter everything, and he has no desire to do so ever, only on the very rarest of occasions.
  
  
• Intelligent.
  • He’s intelligent, something that undoubtedly comes from all his various lifetimes, jobs, wars he fought in, people he knew, books he read, and events he witness, in all actuality he might as well be a walking almanac. His memory is perfect, photographic to the day, sometimes even to the hour, and he never, ever forgets anything. Both a blessing and a curse, Ciro does the best he can with his veritable colosseum of knowledge, keeping it from overwhelming his mind and sending him down the path of insanity.

The Blessings

• Caring.
  • When in this particular mood he’s caring, affectionate and open, a lightness settling about him that normally isn’t there. In this mood he worries for others, does his best to alleviate their troubles, and in all actuality, is the angel he’s supposed to be, using his glory for the good of everyone, and easing their pain, suffering and sadness. His heart swells to accept all the love he gives, figuratively of course, but nonetheless, he’s like the Grinch in the end, where he gives and doesn’t regret, helps and doesn’t hurt. To catch him like this would be to see a glimpse of the man he was, and the man he still could be, given a helping hand.
  
  
• Protective.
  • Ciro is extremely protective, to the point where he will do what he needs to, or believes he needs to in order to keep those under his care safe. Murder, blackmail, torture, payoffs, kidnappings, whatever, you name it, he’d do it when he’s like this, going to whatever lengths necessary without batting an eye. In all honesty, in this mood he’s more dangerous than any other, for he isn’t going to balk at violence, isn’t going to worry about the consequences, isn’t going to care.
  
  
• Easygoing.
  • Ciro is quite the laid back, easygoing male when like this, nothing really can rile him up, and unless he absolutely needs to, he’s about as energetic as a bear in hibernation. So to say if you go to get help from him, or to get him to do something, odds are if he does it will be at his own pace, very slow. At this time it’s the best time to really talk to him, because he’s more likely to tell you what you want to know, though it would take a lot of tugging and pulling to get it, but he wouldn’t get angry.
  
  
• Pacifist.
  • He hates fighting, hates violence and torture, and won’t lift a physical finger against anyone around him. He balks at the sight of blood, reverts into himself to avoid the pain and suffering he so often immerses himself in. at this moment it’s as close to submissive as you will ever find him, and at this point he’s at his most unstable. If one were to push him over the edge, hurt him or those he loves, unlike a true pacifist, he would simply go off the deep end, reverting completely to that ‘black’ side of the moral scale, or in essence, every single one of his bad traits combined.
  
  
• Romantic.
  • Mushy, lovey dovey and completely romantic, he is willing to do the whole flowers and chocolate thing, or even the romantic dinner date, cooking the actual meal and all. In this he is at his most kind and loving, where he would willingly go through whatever that special someone asked him to do, so long as it meant just being around them, and not taking advantage of him, and he would more than willingly, give them anything they…need. At this point he’s also at his most empathetic, almost knowing with all certainty exactly what the other is feeling, and he tends to mirror them too.
  
  
• Playful.
  • Dallas likes to have a good little romp, whether it be in the bedroom, or just an honest to goodness, sweet mushy little playtime, like pups. At this time he’s most likely to get up on stage and do a dance for the crowd, and by dance it’s meant to mean perform. Right then he’s more than up for a bit of fun, and he loves showing off to get others to laugh, a regular class clown taken to the true blue hilarity form.
  
  
• Reliable.
  • In this mindset he is the epitome of the ‘there for you’ guy. He sticks by your side, offers comfort and understanding, a shoulder to lean on and an open ear for listening. No matter what happens, what you say or do, he doesn’t get mad, not at you of course, and will always understand, his years upon years upon years of knowledge preparing him for this sort of thing in a way that simply going in blind can’t.
  
  
• Sensitive.
  • Just as when he’s romantic, like this he has a slightly less strong sense of empathy, though it affects him more deeply, for in this way he has the undying urge to help, to make it better, to ease the pain or sadness that causes rife among those around him. It’s not a good idea for him to be in a big crowd when this shift in mood settles over him, because the sheer amount of different emotions will set him off, and most likely fray his mind at the edges until he simply cannot stand it anymore, and leaves in the quickest way he knows how.

The Curses

• Murderous.
  • Anything and everything in his path is subject to being killed, or if not then mortally wounded. He takes no prisoners, gives no mercy, and his eyes are pitch black, like those of his hellhound. Flames lick the inner confines of his irises, giving him an utterly demonic look as he thirsts for blood shed. This is the epitome of his fallen angel form, his darkest piece of him at its most visible, and at its worst. No crime or murder is too much, no amount of blood spilled enough, and if someone were to encounter this beast, and tamed it, then they would certainly be his soul mate, for there is no other way to tame the monster than if its soul were to recognize her, or him.
  
  
• Arrogant.
  • Everything is his to take or to manipulate, and he gets a good deal of entertainment out of doing so. His arrogance is matched only by his dominance, and his hunger for power and just that the goes with it. Everyone around him means nothing to him, a mere pawn in the game of life that he plays to perfection. He’s lived a thousand lifetimes, worked thousands of jobs and lived still longer than that. He’s led armies, built them from scratch and fought in major wars. So he is entitled for confidence, though not arrogance, but it bleeds through anyways.
  
  
• Domineering.
  • As arrogant as he is, what else could he be but domineering? He likes getting submission from his subjects, and he isn’t afraid to get physical about it either, given he knows exactly what he wants, and what he likes, and just how to get it from others. He won’t back down, won’t give in or give up, he keeps going until one puts out and submits or the game is over, and by over I’m sure you can get a good guess.
  
  
• Aggressive.
  • Not unlike his domineering piece, when he’s aggressive, he gets very verbally and physically aggressive, and that is what makes him most dangerous, in the sense that he gets extremely hurtful with his words. It’s easier to heal from physical hurts than emotional ones, and he knows this well, knows just where to hit and hit hard, breaking many and scarring many more.
  
  
• Rude.
  • In addition to being coarse, when he’s rude that’s just the rotten icing on the cake. He doesn’t hold back with the insults and never ending comments, unafraid of speaking his mind in full capacity, constant sneer on his face as he looks down upon those so unlucky as to have crossed his path when he’s like this. He doesn’t care if he hurts people with his words, and if anything, feeling their pain and hurt through his angelic empathy only makes it worse, makes him push further into this trait.
  
  
• Flirty.
  • Dallas in this mood is extremely flirty, basically thinking of some of the nicer yet unrelenting ways of getting into someone’s pants. Basically in this form he’s more demonic than angelic, desiring the bodies of another to sate his desires more than should be healthy, more than should be possible, but as an angel, a fallen angel no less, this doesn’t seem to hinder him in any way it should. But at least like this he goes through the actions of flirting and luring the men and women into his bed, rather than his other approach.
  
  
• Desirous.
  • As mentioned above, he has two approaches, and the previous was the nice one. This one is really and truly the demon in him. He desires the company of others to the point where he is insatiable, unstoppable and uncaring. So long as he sates the vicious hunger within him, everything else doesn’t matter, and pity to all those in his way. Now, of course if those he desires give him what he wants without fight, then he makes it pleasurable for them, so pleasurable sometimes they can’t even handle it, but he serves to show that when one beds with an angel willingly, it’s oh, so good.
  
  
• Greedy.
  • With his experience with power comes the desire for more. And while he has felt what it means to be a leader, a ruler before, he yearns to feel it again, and in this way he isn’t afraid to use his money and his skills to climb the ladder to the top. But he doesn’t believe in just buying out to the top. No, why bother when he has the ability and time to manually scale that corporate ladder? If one were to be so savvy as to recognize this drive in him, they would find a great partner and ally in this endeavor, so long as they play by his rules of course.

History:

Cirstoforo was born many millennia ago, back before the time of America as we know it, back in the time of the great Greek and Egyptian empires. He grew up as any might expect he would, learning to fight foremost, knowledge always second. But that was a bit different from others. His parents believed in a firm education, and so he grew up learning of war and the romance languages, learning many before he was even old enough to go off to war.

And go off he did. Nothing would stop him, and back where he grew up, yes he wasn’t known for much, if anything, his family middle class, with enough money to pay for his education but that was it, and nevertheless he was known as a strong fighter, skillful and strong, witty and clever, able to think like his enemy. That was what landed him in one of the strongest Greek armies, fighting for his empire as only a soldier could and would.

He served for many years, learning more about war than he could have hoped to when he’d been a young boy, unlearned in the true art of war. Cirstoforo learned of pain, learned of loss and what if felt like to fight to live another day, to kill your friend for the food in his pack. Times were rough for a long time, until the tides turned, and new commanders were raised to power.

His legacy began the day he rose to power as one of the foremost Greek leaders. He led his army wisely, with a firm hand and yet the kindness and protectiveness of a father of many. Cirstoforo was known for his sense of empathy, powerful even as a human, and he knew what it felt like to be just another soldier, in the end doing his absolute best to be the leader they needed, to lead them in the way that they truly needed.

The Greek leader gained fame and also infamy for his tactics, fame among his people, infamy among the people unfortunate enough to clash with his army and survive. As he grew older, he desired for a permanent home, a wife and children to watch over. As such when he and his army moved to Egypt, relocating their camps and the like, he began his search. Perhaps not as avidly as he could, but to be sure he wasn’t going to throw himself at just anyone.

Well, turns out he didn’t have to. A small skirmish in a village they passed through had him happen upon a lovely woman, young and beautiful, with fiery eyes and the golden skin typical of the Egyptian people. She cursed him many times, tears rolling down her cheeks even as she fought captivity, fought until she passed out from exertion, hunger and dehydration.

She had been injured in the fight, and he set to nursing her to health, gaining her trust and winning her over. He never let anyone hurt her, never let anyone else too close to her, for fear that his men, though he cared for them greatly, hurting her. His men were to be expected to have their urges, after months of being among only other men, but he didn’t want her to be victim to their vicious desires.

Cirstoforo was rewarded for his efforts when she slowly began to trust him, and eventually, over time, she grew to love him as he did her. They were happy, and they got married, their first child born less than nine months after marrying. Everything was well in his life, he had a wife, and a child, with another on the way. Only things didn’t go as planned. When their son was around five years old, and he’d learned not a few weeks before of another baby on the way, he was ecstatic, over the moon happy.

Only the Egyptians had other ideas. Not months after that, when his wife was near to term with their child, not long until she was due to give birth; one of his closest and most trusted commanders poisoned them all, killing all of them. Including his wife and their unborn child.

It took a while for him to realize what had happened, and by that time he was long settled into the angelic community, helping those that had died to pass through the gates. His life was boring, filled with empty days and even emptier months and years. He had nothing to live for, his purpose gone as the years passed and he lost his chance at getting revenge.

Cirstoforo was sent to earth much later, during the settlements as he helped the Americans fight the Revolution, and happened to meet George Washington, before moving on. He moved around a lot, changing names and appearances, jobs and homes like clothes, traveling until there was little in America he hadn’t explored or visited. So he moved onto the other continents, Canada, Australia, Russia, Asia, the Spanish places and then finally Egypt. Much had changed since he’d last been there, but that wasn’t why he’d come back.

Dallas had come back to find his family.

He painstakingly went over everything that might give him clues, and slowly but surely traced his descendants to a town in Egypt, not well known, not gigantic, but there nonetheless, and he finally met his great to the something power grandchild. He entered their life as an estranged Uncle, and as time passed he told them what they needed to know, nothing more, and kept in touch with them, helping them out and visiting as often as he could manage.

He hung around, moving back to America mainly because that was where all the good things happened, where change was constant and the opportunities were endless. He had the opportunity of meeting Elvis as well, and happened to be pretty well known in the disco community, much to his later amusement. But it was also during that time that something happened, that one thing that sent him spiraling from the eyes of the angels to little more than filth, a fallen angel.

When he’d met his descendants, he’d connected with one of them especially, a little girl, whom he loved very much, as she reminded him of his wife before she died, and the daughter he’d almost had. She had grown to be a beautiful young woman, just like his wife had been, and then when she was just finding her happiness, she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was murdered for the money in her purse.

He lost faith then.

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