The Past

Iteric indeed has the appearance and attitude of a person from a wealthy family.
He's very cynical, and rude to many people he meets. Some even say he acts like he's above them.
Though truthfully, he was the exact opposite. He was a poor whelp, thieving from people to live.

Iteric has no clue where his father is now-a-days, He walked out when the child was about six years old. His mother? Well she's a different story...

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A day in the life with her went something like this:
It was cold inside the house, winter had fully arrived. Yet again; the heating bill had not been paid. Iteric was standing in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. There wasn't a sitting area for him to relax and eat his supper. There wasn't anything else to eat in the house, the rest of the food seemed to be swarming of roaches or covered in mold. As it was, the milk he was eating tasted a little sour as well. The entire building was swarmed with vermin, trash was piled everywhere, dishes were stacked ceiling high. He had stopped trying to clean them a long time ago, thus Ceryl would just buy news plates and bowls to dirty. He could hear his mother gloating to one of her friends. She had bought more knick knacks to rot on the shelves. It was were all their money went too, novelty figurines that costed so much. They barely had enough to feed themselves, or even keep the house. Yet still, she bought more. More items that would need dusting, but never would be. His only safe haven was his room which was now overflowing with his mother's things. The lad could barely get to his bed now...
Great he could hear her yelling now. She must have found that one figurine with the broken arm. He was going to get it now...
It was time to leave,
before she hurt him again....

Needless to say Iteric did run away, many of times. He found himself constantly sneaking back into what was left of his room. The only way in was his bedroom window, the door was completely concealed with items. Most of the time, Ceryl had no clue he was in there. He would go out and steal what was needed and scavenge. Any coins(no matter if it was a quarter or a penny) he found he picked up, He'd dig through garbage, and look in sandy areas. Scavenging though, was simply not enough. He still went hungry and was still forced to eat his stale cereal. So he began shop lifting from the store, stealing a few unimportant items from people ..You name it he's stolen it to survive. As he got older things began to get easier now, he could get himself a job and finally move on. He worked hard, putting himself through school to learn how to cook. This was all the plan that he'd cook himself grand meals and would never starve again.

Though his ideas never really set afloat. His dreams had many setbacks during his time in school. Like the arrival of his daughter, Kesindy. Left alone with a baby girl, as the mother didn't want anything to do with her or him (so he learned the day he was going to propose to her). He's not so sure were she is now. She never finished he schooling, just dropped out and left for another country. After finishing culinary school himself, his jobs never picked up. Though, Iteric was indeed a grand chef. He was never able to get a job at a high paying restaurant. So even after getting an apartment of his own he was still not able to eat wonderful foods.. Just T.V. dinners... And cereal... Most of his money went to his daughter. Whom he works hard to spoil and give her everything he never had. But living in an apartment was not a healthy life for a three year old child.
Now he resides in a home in Meridell. He figured the constant joyful weather would be perfect for Kesindy. The payment for living in the home was only being the cook of the house. Being a house all males, none of them are much of cooks.

For once, Iteric's life is running smoothly.
Though to this day he has no clue where his father is. He believes he saw the man's name once in the paper. Something about a car crash... So maybe he's dead.
Ceryl?
He can only image that she's still at home.
That tiny falling down house with the crowded porch, over flowing with small and large garden statues.
The inside rotting with all those knick knacks.. Her buying more, Growing old and dusty along with the useless things she treasures so much.
And growing more mold on decaying food that will surely kill her one day....

Family

Iteric's Father: Who is this man? Iteric isn't very sure, He only knows a few things. He was an illegal immagrant, was in some shadey buisness, and obviously isn't a family man. There's a chance his name might be Beau. He also might even be dead, either by a car wreck or gun fire.
One thing is for sure, Iteric will never meet this mysterious man.

Ceryl DuBois: Iteric's elderly mother, she had him late in life and was obviously not fit to raise a child. This woman cares about matieral items above anything else, and wastes any money she can get on for more things. She even goes as far to beg money from her well off younger brother. Ceryl even took money from Iteric a time or two. She has no problem living in filth so long as she's not expected to clean.

Gregory Mollenkoff:Iteric's uncle, and younger sibling to Ceryl. Gregory is a well off, very sucessful doctor(and VERY single). Dealing as a midwife and a pediatriction. Iteric hates his uncle with a passion. The man was always had money and never once helped his family. Sure he'd throw a few dollar bills Ceryl's way. But not once would he ever think to help his only nephew.

Interject Danes: The younger cousin, Ject and Iteric used to play every now and then. He's the biological son of Mollenkoff.However, Mollenkoff doesn't admit to this. This loudly colored Kyrii is into Diso dancing; not to mention he's a hippie (Takes after his mother). He's very lively and always seems to be either playing music or humming a tune.

Kesindy DuBois: This little girl is the only reason Iteric's life is meaningfull. She's a friendly outgoing child, who loves to play and dress up. She is especially found of hair bows and hair clips. She's a bit of a tomboy enjoying playing with dinosaurs over barbies. As of the moment she is three years old and spoiled to the bone. Kesindy is also very talkative, although she doesn't know any english.