Cedric

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**Death**, **mutilation**, **bullying**, **isolation**, and **memory repression**

## Biographical Information

### Aliases

* Motors (Nickname used by Cedric’s father)
* Wunderkind (Used mockingly by the kids in Idehal)
* Freak (Nickname/insult used by the kids living in Idehal City)

## Family & Relationship(s)

### Ancestors

* Kain Wrennlow (father)
* Claudia Wrennlow (mother)
* Edward Wrennlow (brother)

## Other Information

### Residence(s)

* The Lab (current)
* Idehal City (former)

### Major Events

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*“Why can't’ I go out? Is there something wrong with me?”*
— **Cedric** to his father after two months of being trapped inside.
Cedric officially joined Astral SMP on October 27th, 2022.

Cedric is a monotone, numb person. He often performs experiments on living creatures, and aspires to create the ‘ultimate’ being. His expirments are, often, very immoral: however Cedric believes they are perfectly reasonable and justifiable. Every person Cedric meets is someone who the boy believes he can “edit” to be “better”, and will outwardly state his thoughts without care about others feelings on the matter.

## Biography

### Appearance

A blond teenager who constantly appears to have his eyes closed. They wear a reddish leather vest, dark checkered pants, a baggy off-white shirt, a leather arm brace, a dark tie with a golden clip, a pair of red tinted goggles, and maroon leather boots. One of his arms is missing, having been replaced by machinery.

### Drawn Reference

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1XemglmpaC9zIMRctq6blvH\_yLWmBNZc9/view?usp=sharing

## Personality

Cedric, overall, comes off as a bland person. He constantly seems indifferent about any situation, and hardly reacts to even the most shocking of news. He consistently has a resting face with a polite, tiny smile. They speak in a monotone, numb voice and overall seem lacking in the “feels” department.

### Background

Cedric lived in a bustling city, one where streets were nearly always full. With so many people, not everyone could be lucky. Down in the slums of the city, known best as the Bronze Quarter, was a place where the least wealthy of people went. The Bronze Quarter was full of pollution and loud machinery, and the cause of such things was where the majority of people there worked. When Cedric was born, he came with many health complications. The smoke and infected water had given him an unknown illness, causing the child to be naturally very weak and fragile. His nervous system was compromised, leaving the boy unable to feel pain unless it was at an unsurvivable degree.

Though his family was poor and forced to live in miserable conditions, they loved each other. Or, they did. Until Cedric’s mother began changing. She would have erratic spurts of mania, and her mood would switch constantly. No one knew what to do, and one day, she simply disappeared. Cedric was the one to find her, laying in a pool of hot tar, the skin on her face so charred she was barely recognizable. He had never been the same after that, always coming across as indifferent to any and all situations. It was as if he had died alongside her. His father wasn’t sure what to do with the situation. Cedric had always been a strange child, and was picked on violently for it by other children in the Bronze Quarter, but now his father truly feared for his safety. So, he kept him inside, using any and all excuses he could to convince the boy to stay. Cedric, trapped inside all hours of the day— usually alone due to his fathers consistent working— he started becoming obsessed with mechanics. He would read books on how to fix things, and began doing such around the house, using bits and parts he found to occasionally make his own things. Eventually, Cedric got a spark of inspiration in the form of a dead rabbit. It had been thrown at his window by his usual tormentors, and for once he was thankful for it. He thought he could fix the rabbit. Cedric had always hated death— hated the mere concept of it— so he was determined to find a cure to it. To make something truly perfect. He got into a nasty habit of it, and eventually started leaving the house in search of new subjects. Such subjects came in the form of diseased stray cats and dogs, as well as more rabbits, rats, and birds who had flown into a window too hard. He started figuring out how to make things move, but not live. The mechanics parts would work, but the organism would rot. Cedric just couldn’t figure it out, and it made him grow more and more confused on what he was doing wrong.

Eventually, Cedric decided to take matters into his own hands. He began working on an arm— something that could attach itself to a living thing and work as if it were natural. His only issue was, he needed a test subject. Cedric wasn’t one for hurting people, so instead he chose himself, walking his way to the same boiling pool of tar he found his mother in. He stuck his arm into it without second thought, and barely felt a sting when he did so. With such little pain, he left it there, eventually starting to pull it out. However it resisted, and he pulled and pulled until he shredded the singed skin that had been holding his arm together. Swiftly, he padded the bleeding, and attached the arm. It didn’t work. Cedric was upset. He returned home with it still attached, and had passed out in the doorway, his body unable to use any more energy. His father had found him and decided that from then on, whenever he wasn’t home, Cedric had to be locked in the attic— for his own safety. The boy was even more upset by this, but used the time to finally get the mechanical arm working.

Everything remained that way until that day came. The Purge of the Poor, wealthier citizens would soon call it. Nobles and guards from the upper class came down, and with no explanation began slaughtering people where they stood. Cedric watched, wide eyed, from his room in the attic. By the time the sun set, all of the Bronze Quarter had been disposed of, Cedric only surviving by hiding in a toy chest in the attic. When he finally exited his home, the streets were nothing but red. He walked to the spot he watched his father he struck down in, and found him. The man was in a near death state, and Cedric reacted instinctively. He simply couldn’t afford to lose someone else. So, he dragged his father back to their home, and began working. He edited and replaced as much as he could, until he was sure his father would survive. But the man was no longer human. He was a mess of flesh and minerals, nothing more. However it was good enough for Cedric.

The next few months were bland, Cedric and his ‘Father’ surviving off of anything they could. The Bronze Quarter had been officially shut down, no one ever daring to enter the lower part of the city. Cedric used the year he spent there, isolated once again, to repress any memories of his past. Instead, he replaced them with having simply lived in an abandoned town his whole life, alongside his Father: who was completely normal and not barely surviving off of machines that kept him in a constant state of agony. With such an idea, Cedric decided it was time he and his father found a new change of scenery— as well as new subjects for Cedric’s tests. Their travels brought them to Midnight, where Cedric decided to set up his new home.

## Relationships

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## Items

 File:EnchantedIronSword.gifScalpel
 Journals
 Gearshift
 Work Music
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## Trivia

* Cedric cannot swim
* Inspired by the song “Brass Goggles”
* Always plays Mellohi in the background while he tests on live expiriements
* Favorite color is yellow :)