Chiffeo's Questionnaire

Originally from the south east, Chifeo moved to a barbershop that his great uncle run to support himself after his dad and his entire navy fleet disappeared from the sea while he was on it then his mother who went on to investigate it. It's a normal place nothing too much not less only the occasional bad apples that happens here and there but Chifeo have already gotten used to it and is now helping his great uncle's barber business and attending the occasional sword class. Though he rarely interacts with anyone aside from his relatives and family. Except for a few select friend that he kept contact with back home.

Chifeo barely leaves home to do work but he have his great uncle's barber shop that is also conveniently his home so he works there for cash but he often spend it for his somewhat hobbies of collecting ship models and the occasional sword for his collection and sometimes snacks to treat himself if he's feeling down, rarely considers saving up buying something investing of his future. But if anything that remotely interest him he'll consider buying it without much thought, especially if it contributes to solving his parents mysterious dissapearance as the thought still haunts him to this very day.

Chifeo have always been haunted by the tragedy of his parents. He always looked up to his father, the admiral of his own navy fleet, he adored how everyone salutes to him with utmost respect, how he teaches both him and his crew about the navy cultures. It had planted a seed inside Chifeo, he knows it but never had the courage to nuture it, not after the aforementioned event. But now he has somewhat set his sight onto finding the truth about what happened and he would do anything under his moral code to unveil the secret be it violent or not, as long as he can see his boundary, he will keep pushing on no matter whats the cost.

The dissearance of his father had left his vision cracked, devastated of his lost his school performance dropped slowly as he overthinks, worries. as his mother also left on her journalist investigation involving her husband, Chifeo's personality started to change slowly, turning him into a reclusive person that shuts off most communications with friends and relatives alike only having his brother as someone to talk to. Deciding to stay indoors rather than going outside for anything. Day after days praying for a miracle that may happen but upon listening to the report of what happened to the investigation team, he stopped and in an attempt to stand up for himself decided to go to the US with the help of his brother and great uncle to start again.

His brother (27yo), although rarely contacted is suspected by Chifeo to also be trying his best to find out what happen to their parents on the very few occasion that he visits his office to share his findings involving the tragedy, also is a advice dispenser for when Chifeo need some but often go too overboard and gave him headaches instead.
Chifeo's great uncle (76yo) is a barbershop owner that is taking care of Chifeo and employ him as one of the barber there, His caring attitude toward Chifeo has let him get used to the new enviroment easily and he appreciate it.
Lastly the father (53yo at the time of dissapearance) that Chifeo looks up to, whom he wants to become but is also the reason of his drastic change in personality and all his turbulence in life and loss. Now only remains in his memory, fueling his search for justice.

Ps: What an absolute chore to write. 

Childhood was fine, I was the quiet one in there but was pretty well-known since I was dragged into the drama club by one of my classmate and from there onward everything was smooth sailing, made some friends got a almost perfect grade but since the incident happened it went downhill I started distancing myself, ignored my school work and it degraded, fell far from where I was. Parents were almost always oversea, Dad's in the navy, Mother a journalist. Dad's captain of his own fleet, a big captain, got that tough sailor look on his face but is a very considerate admiral of the ships, even have permission to invite his family onboard off-duty. Mother tends to go there and that but she always home late night, just a lovely woman. She's really hyper active, the opposite my my father's demeanor which I didn't liked as much as it tends to get really tiring.

I have never thought about it, love never interested me as it does with many people. Maybe it is from the lack of contact I had with people growing up in school and life afterward. But maybe I did felt something with one of my friend back in school, we did hang out with each other every evening when they let us go but it could always because that we live near each other. Maybe we could have become lover if I tried, didn't bother me that much though now that she's gone. I don't want to weigh myself on other anyway.

The water, the sea, the ocean.. So vast and so empty as if its inhabitant have no ears at all, being left in there just makes you forget your own senses after a while.. drowning slowly, sinking deeper in to the giant abyss that dominates the bottom. Your strength will fail you attempts after attempts to keep yourself afloat as if the water are trying to tell you to let go while your survival instinct so desperately try to keep you active.. Clawing, pushing, squirming toward the fading light being blocked out as the enroaching abyss come nearer. Its inhabitant stalks you, you can't scream, can't move. It would have been better to just pass out from the being drowned but the predators are opportunistic creatures... They wrap yourselves around you, draining every last bit of willpower from you only to make the meal more enjoyable for it to consumes. I tried to yell, I kicked, I wailed and no one came. For the ocean was to big and I only were too insignificant for anything to take heed. Perhaps it is hell, maybe it is. Its neither Fiery redscape nor the bloodiest of dungeons but a cold, quiet, watery abyss. 

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Finding what really is my past, there were no one with clear answers except for Father. Leading a life full of isolation was much more a disadvantage than I anticipated, no one out of my inner family circles really have any idea what I asked them about, even uncle... Though something does feels off about him letting that question slide away easily like that. But the matter at hands is I am slowly changing into a monster of sorts, it was my left eye at first but then my skin started to harbor very subtle signs of scales which... Couldn't be my imagination. Faint voice lingers in my mind whenever I focus on my gifts and as it progress, the more audible it gets even as unnerving and uncomfortable as it tends to also be. Well, I don't have any idea myself except to keep feeding myself gifts.. Maybe then it'll reveal something.

I wakes up in my room, take a close look at myself in the mirror then go on a daily routine of brushing teeth, washing face, brushing hair, take a shower. Then either check if the office has sent me any investigative work or not. If not, I'll take my time along the day probably doing chores and taking care of the place that I stay at while my uncle works, it is not much but it is honest work. Otherwise, I'll go to the office owned by my brother where I work at, get my briefing and head to the requested location. Nothing really goes on much, even though it is quiet bland it is what I've always enjoyed. All in all, simple refreshing mornings so I can spend more energy from devoting myself in finding out what my gifts are about, or just pass the day on my bed.

Chiffeo hardly ever goes to social gatherings let alone parties but heading outside or to somewhere is enough to have him prepare pretty thoughtfully about himself and possibly other. Going as far as picking the right choice of clothing depending on the occasion, dressing up his m̶a̶n̶e̶ hair and maybe even light makeup if needed be. But, very often those clothes would just be formal shirts and vests is enough if anything, his appearance often makes up for what he wears nonetheless. And it would to take a wide range of time for him to be ready, from 2 minutes to 1 hour (probably from indecision alone).

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Chiffeo don't know what to do with his birthday, it is something he haven't experience properly for a while although he wouldn't mind the gift he would receive and probably would appreciate it if not treasure it.

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Not sure if I have some kind of deep regrets or such, considering my memory and my blurred past. I don't know, maybe something like buying a good looking sword with my pocket money and just losing it after getting taken in to prison? It could be my biggest regrets right now? if not, maybe forgetting to open Youtube while munching on some heavenly snacks? blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 

My gifts. . . Even I haven't figured this out yet but this whole gifts things I have been getting works both against and with me. It both awakens my curse further but said curses are also my boon of some sort. For example, my first gift.. my left eye changed. Seemingly belong to that of a draconic descent and the compass sigil engraved on the pupil make it looks like a mix of my resolve and the curse itself blending together. From what I can tell, gifts with a sailor's motif are from my potential alone given my history with the ocean. And gifts that seems to transform me seems to come from the curse itself. Otherwise it could be from my resolve alone. Only time could tell I guess, all these supernatural shenanigans.. Thinking about just makes you tired to be honest, I just want to close my eyes and go where the wind blows.

Spirituality is the least of my concerns nor is religion, I think one of my co-workers gifts are all about it however and she have been a great asset to everyone. Even though maybe I do believe in demons and the likes given the world we live in. I acknowledge it exists but I don't hang around it.

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You encounter all kind of manner of oddities while you're on a contract, from flesh-cultists to candy land ponies. It's might be a good idea not to enforce your worldview that much, even though it might be useful for keeping your morals in you as some of these stuff are just straight up a headache to wrap around even for someone like me. It honestly did had me question everything once but over time I've gotten used to it.

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Going on a couple of contract paired me up with a couple of weirdos that or more or less a danger to society by themselves. Here are some of the examples:
 -Knife (Lucious Jabroni): A homeless looking person who seems to have developed a knack for all knife-related activities, he is certainly unhinged and sometimes acts unnaturally. I have lost sight of him a couple of time during contract time hence the lack of profile. All I know is after dialogues with him, you can tell that he's not a "normal" individual that doesn't mind inflicting injuries on others nor possibly himself.
 -Muscle (Beco-de-Bepis?): Moving pass the unusual sounding name, this individual have been a great help during our contracts together. Highly material, we often trust him to do all kinds of physical-related activities from breaking doors to breaking bones. Can tell he also have a bad temper so I tend to stay out of his way lest my words offends him.
 -Zombie (Gary "Last-name unknown"): I was unable to get a look at him not until after a couple of contracts together that I got used to his stench of rotting corpse. He seems fitting of the Frankenstein or Zombie archetype with his abilities which often involves writhing mass of flesh. Other than that he tends to stay on the sidelines, unless in dire situation. The few contractors I won't mind working with (subtract the smells)
 -Bear (Conk "Last-name "unknown"): This contractor seem to act "naive" for his age, he tends to be ignorant to things unless it involves his fellow contractors. Possesing ability to transform into a bear, he fills in a good frontline role in dangerous situation, unless the threat is largely ethereal/incorporeal based. Although I appreciate someone who cares, being too close makes me uncomfortable.
 -Richie (Lazarus Lithp): As you can probably recognize by the name, this person is a celebrity of sorts. A firearm manufacturer on surface but he seems to be involved in occultism after recent contract which he personally got a group to solve his problem. Generally an annoying one, suspected to be a "talker" kind of contractor.
 -Medic (August): Didn't profile this one on my note so I can't disclose any information. If I remember, she is a med student that got pair with us however she is not used to the violence that we can cause. Unfitting.

The perfect room would be a fairly open room with no clutter, everything is neatly tidied up and nothing is out of place. With smooth coloring to soften the wall and an perfect bed that feels as though you're lying on heaven's cloud. With close to no disturbance such as outside noises, temperature at perfect level, bonus if the room is arranged in the most efficient way as possible that neutralize as much of the tenants needs for energy as possible (Furnitures having multiple applications such as a bed with table on it, a wall mounted trash bin that can be disposed off easily...). In general a very restful room for whoever it is that may stay in there to their liking.

I tend to stick to my own lane of things such as investigation and gathering as much clue as I can before taking action or coming up with a conclusion, though it may be hard it is what I'm best at aside from light combat. Honestly everyone needs a knack of their own to be able to prove their worth rather than being excels at everything "1 man army" is just plain impractical. It creates a sense of self and solidifies your role in a group. 

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As of now my limits are physical abilities, even though I have abilities to aid me in protect myself from harm attaining more overall strength would make pursuing my own goal an easier job than it needs to be. And I would do whatever it takes to achieve an equivalent power to what I have sacrificed.

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