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Re: Richter Lawrence Alcross | Original | Not reserved (if I'm not too late) 2/2
More often than not, I find myself sitting beside my own shadow….It makes me wonder, what my life would have been like if I hadn't consigned myself to the darkness. Would I have been happy? Would I be the same as most people my age? Would I be a better man than I am now?
[He shifts in his place, sighing deeply as he does.]
Troubling, really. But everyone goes through that at least once in their life, I just probably do it too much though I already know the answer to my questions. I would be happy, I probably would be like the rest, but I know I wouldn't be a better man. I'd be ignorant of what's happening around me. I would only see the surface of this vast world, and I would be blind to the raging battles underneath. I wouldn't be better, I'd be ignorant.
[He gives a small laugh, almost amused by his cynical and cryptic talk.]
But I digress.
[He clears his throat, washing away any wondering thoughts. When he speaks, his voice is upbeat, almost sarcastic and arrogant.]
Greetings. Sadly, I have no real name to give but if you have to call me something, call me Cerberus. I'm not someone you'd probably like to run into in a dark alley but that kinda depends. If you're the kind of inconsiderate jerk who's lookin' to rob some random unfortunate passerby, then yeah, you'd probably hate me. If you're on the other end of that scenario, well, just try not to stick around m'kay? Unless you get off on watching some thug get the snot beat out of him, but that's just wrong.
[A beat.]
Anyway, let's hope that we never have to meet in such an unfortunate situation. See ya, maybe.
Sample Entry Two:
Darkness. Darkness there and nothing more. He feels…nothing. No sensation of touch, no scents, no sounds, just the darkness. The silence unbroken, his soul being pulled into the eternal. For a moment he hesitates, remembering he has to return, to where he cannot remember. But he has to return.
He takes a step. Was it forward? He's not sure but suddenly, there it was, the feeling of a body weighing him down and a floor to step on. The scenery before him reveals itself. A brightly lit hall way. Deep brown wooden floors, the walls he remembers being tan in color now turning gold in the morning light. An old coat rack stood at his side with several jackets and hats placed on them. He sighs heavily, the heavy weight on his shoulders disappearing into the air. He was tired. Dead tired. Again he didn't know why, nor did he care at this point, he just wanted to go to bed.
He took off his winter coat, dusting off the flakes of snow that clung to the weave, and hung on the rack. "Another day….another day…." He whispers to himself. Rubbing the back of his neck he walks, his gaze downward. His leather shoes have already lost their luster, becoming a dull black color. "I should really shine those….ugh….later…..tomorrow….". As he walks, an object hanging on the wall catches his attention. A mirror with stained ivy and flower patterns on the sides with oak frame. He stares at the reflection. A young man with unkept black hair and strong green eyes. On a regular day, he would feed his vanity and compliment himself, but not today. All he saw in that mirror is a tired, cranky, and hungry young man in a dark gray suit, a blue tie, and eyes bags that make him look older. He sighs again, his shoulders falling. He looked haggard, he felt haggard, and he was only twenty two. He wanted sleep, but he has to stay up for just a bit longer before can say goodbye to the world for a few hours. He presses onward, towards the room at the end of the hall. The room bathed in golden light.
The sunlight was blinding, but warm. He blinks several times the scene slowly appearing before him, the kitchen and dining room. It was easily the largest room in the house, a big family table that could sit ten people with a lamp hanging overhead, and the kitchen that he and his dad had built themselves for his wife and mother. He remembers saying that the kitchen is too big for just the two ladies. "Six people could cook in this kitchen, dad." he says. "I know sport, but do you wanna tell your mother that?" He didn't answer, only continued to work. The room glowed bright gold, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes, eggs, and coffee filled the air and released all the anxiety he had inside him. Only now did he feel he was home. He loosened his tie and approached the table where his father sat reading the paper, his back turned to him, and placed his hand on his shoulder. His father, Marcus,a man in his late forties, but still physically strong. He turned his head and looked up, locking eyes with the young man. His eyes were a soft brown with deep wrinkles on the side, and his hair now a shade of light gray with little wisps of brown. His face was aged, but still retained some youthful shape. His jawline was still angled and well shaped, a bit on the pudgy side though, and the worry lines on his face just gave him an air of wisdom. He knows his father just got up since he's just wearing a white tee and PJ's. The two smiled at each other, the younger looking more relieved and the elder looking more amused.
"Long day?" He said as he gestured to the seat next to him. "You have no idea." He took off his tie and tossed it onto the table, plopping himself onto the seat and leaning back. "Well, what'd you expect from being on the force?" said his father. The young man paused, confused by his fathers words. The force? It seemed alien to him, but strangely familiar. He reached into his jacket and recovered an item made of gold and decorated in black and blue pinned to a black leather ID holder. It read "Rise City Police Department. Badge Number 120233" and on the other side and ID that read "Detective Richter Lawrence Alcross". Police. It came roaring back to him, like a wave coming onto shore. Youngest detective on the force, his seniors think he's still wet behind the ears but he's got potential. And he works the hardest, he has to, he's got a lot to prove.
"Richter?" A female voice broke his train of thought. He looked to the kitchen and there he located two ladies in the middle of preparing breakfast. One was an elderly lady, she slim and had black-gray hair until the her shoulders, wearing a blue silk nightgown with a matching robe. Amelia, his mother. She was beautiful even at her age, a perfect example of someone who "ages beautifully" as they say. Her face was slim and had small pale pink lips. She had wrinkled under her eyes but she hid them well, and her eyes, green like his with a soft and tender gaze. Though now that gaze was turned into a irked scowl. "What have I told you about coming home at this hour?" She put down whatever she holding and folded her arms, staring right her son. Richter sheepishly smiled and said "Ahh, don't do it unless you bring home muffins? Don't do unless you get a raise? Don't do it unless you intend to watch saturday morning cartoons?"
"Cute. Was what you were doing so important that you had to stay up all night for?"
"Reports."
"That's what you said last time." She was not the least bit amused, and her son knew that. "Well, that's what happened." He shrugs and smiles sheepishly hoping his poor attempt at being charming would calm his mother down, though he would have an easier time trying to disarm bomb than this. Before Amelia could speak again, another voice, this one more musical and serene spoke. "Mom, Richter had a long day. Maybe you could talk to him about this later, after he's rested? He's off tomorrow so you can lecture him all you want then. " Literally, music to his ears whenever he heard that voice. It came from the other lady in the kitchen, a blonde with long wavy hair that curls around at the end. She was average height with a small face and big blue eyes, and rosy cheeks. Her smile was radiant and sincere, and her skin was snow white. She almost looked like a doll, so pristine and flawless. She was Ciel Leona, his wife. Now it's Mrs. Ciel Alcross, which he loved hearing. She wore simple pastel red pajamas, to him it made her look like a kid, but that's an argument he'd rather avoid.
"Ciel! You can't just let him get away with this! You're being too lenient! He has to know that just because he carries a badge and a gun doesn't mean he can come home at seven thirty in the morning! It's not healthy, it's not right, it's-it's-it's-it's-it's-" She barked. As Amelia continued to lecture the young lady, she turned a subtle gaze to Richter. Her lips moved, mouthing the words "Welcome home." to her husband. He smiled and did the same, replying "Good to be back.". He gazed at her from his seat, admiring her radiant visage in the morning light. He was madly in love with her, and she with him, he couldn't have asked for a more perfect woman but, somewhere inside, there was a painful sting that ran through him.
He didn't understand why, but there was pain whenever he looked at her. An enigmatic pain that shakes his very being. His father taps him on the shoulder and calls him back to reality. He turns and sees his father getting up his seat whispering to him "I better get on top of this before breakfast gets cold." Richter just chuckles and replies "Yeah, eggs kinda suck when they're cold." The two exchange looks before Marcus goes over to the kitchen and joins the two ladies. He watches the three conversing in the kitchen and saves the image in his memories, the image filling him with warmth and hope. A family, a normal loving family. His parents, his love, and his life. He couldn't ask for more, not now. He turns back to the table and just stares blankly at the walls, thinking how wonderful his life is. This calm, this warmth, this peace………."It's not real."
A stern voice cuts through the air. Richter opens his eyes and looks towards where it came, and there, seated right across from him was a young man with long unkept black hair, an eye-patch over his right eye, and a strong green left eye. The young man had toned features, his jaw was strong and angled, he sat upright, his eye had a glare that was hardened by pain and anger. The air around him seemed to twist and coil, creating images of some wild beast. He wore a black coat with a hood lined with looked like fur, and a white shirt, slightly stained with dirt and dust. He knew who the young man was, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't. "It's not real. Get a grip." said the stranger.
"Excuse me?"
"They're dead. All of them."
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Heh, no. No I don't."
"Don't lie. Wake up."
"You're not making any sense." Richter wanted to run. To hide. Somehow, this person's words, he knew them to be true. His parents are dead. They died when he was a kid. This was fact, but he denied it. His father is in the kitchen with his mother, right now. They're talking with Ciel.
"You killed her."
Richter's heart stopped. "What?"
"Actually, we killed her."
Then a flash, the image of Ciel, blooding flowing from her stomach. A stab wound, a deep one, the blade ran through her. A sword. A sword in his hands.
"We…..I….."
He couldn't breathe, his palms were sweating, and his vision blurring. He reached to rest on the table but then, nothing. The illusion vanished. There was no light, there was no warmth, again, only darkness. He looked at his hands, before were clean, now a deep red. Blood. His sin forever present. "I….I killed her. Me……" Darkness. He felt himself again being pulled into it. A part of him wanted to go, to forget the pain and be at peace but then, the voice spoke again. "10-30"
"W-What?"
The voice spoke again, this time a different tone cut the silence and pulled him out of the darkness. "10-30."
"Dah!" His eye snapped open, vision blurry only for a moment then clearing to a view of the night sky. His breathing was heavy, his face drenched with sweat, and his pulse was erratic. "Haaa….haaaaa…..oh jeeyzus…..that same fucking dream again……haaaa….." He sat upright, wiping the sweat from his brow and began surveying the city. It was just like how he left it, bright, loud, and smelled like smoke. Rise City. His home. Richter was perched on the highest gargoyle of a church, just out of the sights of the people. He was tired from running around patrolling and decided to rest. "Not one of my most favorite dreams, I'll say." He sighed once more, his memories a little fuzzy but the guilt still remained. Life is cruel he thinks to himself. Being able to dream something like that, only for it to be snatched away, but it mattered little in the end to him. Life would never have given him something like that anyway, rather he wouldn't let himself. Peace. Forgiveness. Those were things that for him, were unattainable, not now. Not while he still has something to do.
"10-30 in progress. Suspects seen fleeing the scene in a black van heading down thirty third street. Suspects are heavily armed. All nearby officers are to intercept and apprehend the suspects. I repeat, all nearby--"
The voice was rough and mechanical, and it was coming from his coat pocket. He reached in and pulled out a small handheld phone, customized to catch police signals. "Yeah, yeah, hold your horses." He placed the phone safely in his coat and placed a small earphone in his ear. Making sure he could hear the sound loud and clear, he stood up, picked up his sword that he tucked away safely in an alcove, and fastened it to his side. He gazed out into the city once more, plotting his route. "Thirty third….that's……there!" Even with one eye, he was able to spot his destination in the distance, hidden amongst the city lights. He takes a deep breath and then exhales, ready to leap from the gargoyle. He reaches into his other pocket and takes out his mask, along with another item. He doesn't remember having anything else, so this struck him as odd. He took the items and held the mask in his other hand and the mysterious object in the other. It was a clear plastic bag that read, in big bold letters, Larry's Pork Rinds next to a what he could identify as a poorly drawn pig mascot. Richter frowns and puts on his mask. He crumples the plastic bag and tosses it over his shoulder. "I really gotta stop eating that stuff before bed." He tapped into the mana flowing in his body, in his mind the image of an endless chain linked to a claw-like ornament. Without hesitating, he leaps off the gargoyle and makes a throwing motion with is hand and in seconds, the object in his mind appears out of thin air. The claw-like object gets thrown to a nearby ledge and latches itself there. Richter swung through the city skyline, attracting some curious glances of the people below.
Re: Richter Lawrence Alcross | Original | Not reserved (if I'm not too late) 2/2
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Background
Amelia took a job as a school teacher at the local grade school, and Richter had to stop schooling at the age of 6. Though he stopped school, this doesn't mean he stopped his education. His sister, Alicia, tutored him while his parents where at work. This went on for about two years, his parents would go to work, his sister would tutor him, his parents would return and they would spend time with the family. Everything looked like it would work out in due time but sadly, it did not last. On March 23, the night of Richter's 8th birthday, police arrive at the door of his house saying that his parents were killed.
The young Richter did not take their passing well. Even though his sister and brother took him into their home that was at the base of one of the surrounding mountains, he did not make any effort to interact with them. He didn't eat, he didn't speak, he didn't shed any emotion whatsoever, trapped in a pit of despair and sorrow. One day, he managed to gather the strength to walk and leave the house without Gunner and Alicia noticing wandering aimlessly and eventually becoming lost. Soon enough, Richter was found by pack of wolves who had chosen him to be their next meal. Death seemed inevitable until a man had shown up who dispatched the wolves with ease using a sword.
The man's name was Gerard, and Richter took an immediate fascination to him. Gerard took Richter back to his siblings with haste saying that "a brat has no place there" but regardless of the warning, Richter would escape his siblings watchful eye and head up the mountain to see Gerard and he would always be walked back down. This went on for a month but eventually, Gerard would let Richter stay and let him spend the day watching how to hunt down animals. The two shared an odd friendship, mainly because Richter wouldn't say a word but would start to pick on some of the various hunting skills Gerard was using. Finally, Gerard asked the young lad why he was so interested in learning how to hunt and he answered "I want to find who took my parents away from me."
After hearing Richter's story Gerard agreed to mentor the young child, teaching him how to use a blade, identify prints, how to survive in the wild, and how to hunt down man. Like any good guardian Alicia and Gunner were opposed to Richter learning such a dangerous thing, not to mention that he could die while training and so two talked to their younger sibling out of training but, their pleas fell on deaf ears. Their disappointment was apparent, and troubled by guilt Richter agreed to train for only four days a week and the remaining days will be spent however Alicia and Gunner see fit, which was mostly to educate Richter. He had learned much about science, math, language, literature, and music from the two. When he was old enough, Richter learned how drive along side Kevin.
Years passed and Richter's training had turned him into a fine hunter and was ready to go out and find his parents killer. At the age of sixteen Richter dove straight into the underbelly of the city, hiding his face behind a steel mask to protect his family while he hunted down various criminals at night, gathering info and making a name for himself in the underworld. To cover his tracks and make a little money on the side, Richter joined the band of his friend Kevin as a guitarist and singer. The group mainly performed in night clubs in the new city and sometimes, at various charity events at the high school of Kevin. He also took side jobs during the day and sometimes during the night when not much is going on, so he build the image of a regular teen. Those side jobs proved to be helpful in the end since he had gotten multiple contacts and informants that had connections to the underworld, which he took advantage of.
Eventually, Richter had finally gotten a clue about the identity of his parents killer but sadly, the information came at a price. He learned that his father was part of an organization that distributed and produced illegal substances. He worked for a man called "Oz" and Marcus was one of Oz's favorite and closest subordinate, so close that Marcus knew personally. Marcus had gotten feed up with the underworld and wanted out, and Oz had let him thug he was saddened by this. Marcus thought he had gotten off free, but out of the blue, he was killed in cold blood by Oz. No one but Oz knows the reason why, maybe it's to keep his identity safe, or maybe they had a falling out, but it didn't matter to Richter. He found the one who ordered the hit, he knew who he had to kill.
Upon learning about Oz, Richter started to fervently hunt down members of Oz's drug cartel, looking for whatever information he could get his hands on. He started to stay out for days, and when he came home he was usually injured in some manner. Sometimes a multiple gunshots, or stab wounds, or some kind of dislocated bone. His family and friends were worried, even his mentor thought he was pushing himself too hard and losing touch of things around him and in an attempt to try and remedy this, Kevin and Victoria took Richter out for a day in the city. Richter didn't enjoy this and thought of it as a hinderance but went along with them, thinking that it couldn't get any worse. He thought wrong. The two had also set him up to met a young lady named Ciel Phantasia. Richter wanted to leave and be rid of all this girl but she was persistent and wanted to get closer to him.
Richter eventually just gave up at trying to ditch the girl and let her steal him away for a good day's rest. They talked about various things, the state of the city, how she knew Kevin and Victoria, different kinds of people, mundane things. The one thing they had argued about a lot was their view on the city sinceRichter hated it with a passion and believing the city is hopeless, while Ciel loved it dearly and believed that it can be saved. Ironically this is what made the two of them understand each other so well.
Ciel was one of the few people who could cast magic, making animal shaped lights and other things, and this fascinated Richter. She told him that he had a strong affinity for magic but since he didn't practice it, he was pretty poor at it. Ciel taught him the basics of creation but the only thing Richter could make easily was metal objects, mostly chains and continued practicing thinking that it would be useful to him. Eventually, the two had developed feeling for one another and they started to date, though Richter kept his night hunting escapades a secret from her. Their relationship went on for a year, the two spending almost every waking hour together until Richter decided to tell Ciel the truth about himself and his past. She listened intently and was shocked about what he went through and about his efforts to find his parents killers.
This was a turning point in their relationship as Ciel was also hiding something from Richter, her real identity as Ciel Leona, daughter of Oswald Leona the head of the Leona Company, the largest corporation in the city. She hid her name to protect her and her father's privacy but regardless, she had disclosed this to him. One day Ciel surprised Richter but giving him a sword that she had made. The sword was made using an enchanted metal to replicate orihalcum, a legendary indestructible metal. Richter was surprised but moved by the gift and when he asked why, she said that the sword would protect him in her place when she wasn't around. The sword has two edges, but one was dulled to help remind him that taking a life isn't always the answer.
Ciel let Richter do as he pleased, understanding that he had something he needed to do and Richter felt better than he had over the years but he still felt Ciel was holding something back. Sadly, he was right. Richter had struck gold one night and managed to track down one of Oz's personal guards and find out the identity of Oz who was in truth Oswald Leona, Ciel's father. Possessed by rage, Richter immediately confronted Ciel about this asking her if she knew about her father, and about who he was. Ciel broke into tears and admitted she knew about his parents, the she knew her father and that the person Richter was seeking was him and that night, RIchter left without saying a word and disappeared from the radar of everyone he knew. He spent the next few weeks preparing to break into Leona Tower and kill Oswald Leona.
About a week before he storms the tower, Richter went to his sister with a request to implant one of her alchemic experiments in him, specifically, a magic eye called "The Overseer". The Overseer has the power to see far beyond human sight, look through objects, and even look a few seconds into the future, but the eye was extremely powerful and using it could do more harm than good. Alicia was against operating saying that he can't handle it, but Richter was determined to have it and he didn't care if she's the one who does the surgery or not, he wanted that eye no matter what and threatened to steal it and have someone else operate. Knowing that his thereat was no bluff, Alicia hesitantly agreed and performed the surgery, replacing his right eye with the Overseer.
As soon as Richter recovered from the surgery, he started his attack on Leona Tower. Breaking in undetected was an easy enough task, but once he reached the upper private floors the security went up a great deal. The guards were armed to the teeth and there were cameras everywhere, watching every hallway, every elevator and stairwell, and he was armed only with a sword and magical chains, but that didn't stop him. He charged in and fought what seemed like an entire battalion of hired goons but eventually, after a fierce fight, he finally had Oswald cornered. Richter spoke to Oswald about his father and why he had him killed. Oswald explained how his father was his right hand man, how he trusted him deeply, but then when he said he wanted to leave the underworld and live on the straight and narrow, Oswald let him. Then he found out that Marcus was giving the police information about Oswald's drug labs in exchange that his family will be protected. Oswald had him killed for this reason, though he always wondered about why Marcus never gave out Oswald's identity.
Hearing enough of his talk, Richter raised his sword and aimed for Oswald's heart. The old man backed away trying to escape but Richter was fasterand stronger and just as he was about to pierce Oswalds heart and get his revenge, Ciel came out from nowhere and jumped between the two of them which led to her death at Richter's hands. The room grew quiet as Ciel feel to the floor, and Oswald enraged by what had happened, charged at the dazed Richter and trying to strangle him, but Richter at the last minute snapped out of his daze and gave Oswald a fatal slash across his body.
Richter had gotten his revenge but it cost him Ciel's life. Richter stayed with Ciel until her last breath and in that moment she asks him if his soul had finally been released from his hate but he couldn't answer her, instead he weeped until she died in his arms leaving the words, "It's okay…as long as you're free now…". Richter fled into the darkness, his hands still soaked in Ciel's blood and returned home to his siblings who tended to his wounds, physically, mentally, and emotionally. The damage has been done but it didn't stop there, following the death of Oswald Leona and the Leona Corp started to degrade because of an in-depth investigation into Oswald Leona and a search for the masked man responsible for the attack. Oswald's dirty little secret started to come into light, the dealings with the mob, drug trafficking, and other felonies. The various investors of the Leona Corp started to pull out the moment the news about Oswald's dealings was released and the fund of the corporation started to diminish.
The Leona Company perished, and hundreds of people lost their jobs making people desperate which lead to the crime rate increasing. To add this chaos, since Oz had passed, various mafioso's and gangs had emerged trying to take his place leading to turf wars and more drug dealings than ever before. The city entered it's own great depression, and the one who caused it was Richter.
The young man hid himself in the darkness,away from the city he set on a path to ruin, and away from the guilt of killing Ciel. He was set to destroy himself along with the city, but his friends and family wouldn't let him and tried their best to bring hope back to Richter's life and it was his brother Gunner who gave Richter an ultimatum. Either to live life as Ciel would have wanted him to, or to die and end his own guilt and sorrow. The choice was obvious, so he took the sword that killed Ciel and held it up to his heart but before he could drive it in, he remembered that night she died. He remembers how she said he was free, free of anger, free of the chains of hatred that tied him down.
In the end, Richter could not take his own life but he also could not see a reason to keep living. He was stuck in limbo pondering the idea of how can he say 'I'm sorry' to a person who is no longer there. He remembered all the time they spent together, he remembered how she loved Rise City, how she wishes and believed that it could be better. It was then that he found his reason for living, and his path to redemption.
He set out to correct what he had done, donning his steel mask and wielding the sword that carries his sin. He worked all through out the night, stoping robberies, catching thieves, preventing murders, and exposing drug deals. Eventually, rumors started to spread like wildfire among the people, rumors of the same masked man wanted for the murder of Oswald and Ciel Leona now saving lives and perhaps, a small portion of his spirit. He had become an icon in this time, a vigilante that captured everyone's attention. The police wanted to arrest, the mob wanted him dead, and the civilians don't know if he's a hero or another criminal. They called him a monster, a creature from hell, a man that fights with the ferocity of a hellhound, a black guardian. And so it went, at the age of eighteen Richter was given the title "Rise City Cerberus", a three headed devil dog that guards the gates to hell and prevents it's opening. A title he wore with pride as he sought redemption for his sin.
Personality
Another form of his emotional defense system is the his alter ego, "Cerberus". The Cerberus was born from Richter's anger, hate, and confusion. In the beginning it's only purpose was to punish those who seek to do evil and seek out revenge for the injustice done to him. Paranoid, untrusting, and violent, the Cerberus is Richter's way of venting out the negative feelings and pain that gathers in his chest. If left unchecked those feelings would have overpowered what little compassion and sanity he has left, but this had changed when he met Ciel.
Ciel had managed to go past all of Richter's emotional defenses and give him what he desired his whole life, love and comfort. She had the capability to change Richter completely, free him of his pain and heal his wounds, but sadly that was not meant to be. Cerberus had achieved it's goal and gotten vengeance but only to kill Ciel in the process, which rekindled the pain Richter kept inside and further deepened his fear of letting people into his life. Realizing what kind of monster he had become, Richter spiraled into depression that seemed like it would end with his death but it was in despair where he found the strength to continue. He had returned to his family and they had accepted him despite his actions and for the first time in years, he had been able to breath easy.
Following her death and the fall of Rise City, Richter had grown to hate himself for what he's done. He grew to hate the word "justice", believing that there is no such thing and that it's only use is to hide one's vengeance and anger. His hate and apathy for people had vanished but he was still emotionally weary and unstable to be considered truly free. His fear of people had also changed, instead of it him being scared to be hurt, is had also grown to fear hurting others which sparked a great change in him. Richter had vowed to not spill needless blood and only ended the life of those who were truly evil. Some would call it justice, to him it was simple a path for redemption and maintaining order.
This was a harsh and lonely path so to survive and endure, he had to make his defenses stronger to support his heart. The pain had remained and grown, adding to this was his self loathing and guilt, emotions that would tear most people apart but Richter had acquired something else to balance those feelings. Resolve, belief, and compassion. These forgotten emotions had replaced hate and apathy and given him the strength to walk the road he chose. He locked away his negative feelings, deeming them a distraction for his cause but since his heart had already been opened once, he is now vulnerable to emotional outbreaks, showing his more human side.
Believing that he is only capable of hurting those around him, Richter's Cerberus had undergone a slight change from protecting him, to protecting others from him. A negative belief born from his self-loathing and guilt, but he uses this as one of his driving force to keep himself moving and to keep his emotional wall together. The Cerberus had turned into a reminder of his sin, something he wears with the hope that he can be forgiven for all he's done.
Beneath all the emotional stress and instability, Richter is still the same small child that lost his parents. Still hurting from the trauma and scared to be hurt any further, he unconsciously seeks the comfort of others hoping they can heal and understand him. In truth, Richter is a kind, considerate, and naturally compassionate. These emotions were simply suppressed by his anger and hate but when CIel came into his life, these emotions came trickling down in small but meaningful gestures. He wants to be loved and wants to love again, but because of his fears, these desires are struck down for the sake of his mission. He sacrifices his wishes to fight for those he's wronged, to honor Ciel's name, and to wash away the blood and sins on his hands.
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