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GhostTown: Cesear Garcia

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Name: Cesear Armando Garcia
Age: Died at sixteen; now eighteen
Gender: Male
Race: Hispanic ( Mexican - American )
Date of Death: January 4th
Height: 5'6'' ( 167 cm. )
Type of ghost: Soul

Appearence:
Though he is a bit on the short side ( it's quite normal for a MAN his age, atleast that's what he says ), he's quite lean and thin. He doesn't have the biggest amount of muscle or fat, but he isn't skinny and boney. Cesear is has an average size, nothing too noticable.
His hair is black, and kept short. His bangs are slightly messy and lazily gelled so they can seem to be somewhat spiked. His eyes are also a bright brown, leaning close to almost orange - y.

Signature clothes is "black and white" attire; black skinny jeans with a black coat, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with a white shirt underneath. He's the type to just throw on whatever he can find- unless for important events, of course.
Personality:
Cesear is quite smug about his past status, his looks, and anything about himself. If he could consider himself royalty, he would, but that position is for his grandfather.

He also has a sense of humor that includes joking around, sarcasm, and sometimes a good prank if he's even in the mood. Still, he is quite considerate/caring to others. You know.. when he feels the need to. He could actually do anything for somebody if they could can work their way around him correctly into convincing him. Not really a " no " kind of person, more like someone who tries to make up a lot of excuses.

Even though the past traits stated seem a bit ' eughh, what an annoying guy ' thing, don't worry. He's pretty outgoing around other people, always looking for a way to liven thing up. Just because you're a wandering spirit doesn't mean you have to act like a zombie about it ! Explore around, stretch those limbs of yours, have some fun with it; he's that kind of guy.
Basic History:
Cesear is actually a twin- a sister named Constance being the other. She isn't the main focus on this story, but she had a lot to do with his life. Like, first of all, his parents sending them both to live with his grandfather, in order to learn some responsibility. His sister actually is a very responsible person, but she had to go along to make sure that Cesear was learning a thing or two from his grandpa- almost like a spy ! Or, that's what Cesear called her. Whenever she would ask how he was doing or what he would do later, he would be defensive or try to be humorous and say, " Why, does mama want to know ?? Or is it dad ? " For some reason, this led to him not having the strongest relationship with his sister. They were almost a bit distant, only close at the right times in front of others, because almost everyone has the image of twins being inseperable.

These two- they wouldn't have mind being seperated. Atleast, before his death, they wouldn't have. But we're skipping details, aren't we ? Let's explain a bit more about these people and their story !

First of all, there was a reason that his parents sent the two to their grandpa. They have a wealthy grandfather- or atleast considered wealthy in the city located in Mexico. The man ran a service to run parties, like birthdays, Quinceañeras, weddings, and they were considered amazing to most of the clients. He had the eye and confidence to make things amazing and gave it his all. He was also a very kind man, the sweetest and would donate a small amount to anyone if they needed it. Many family members and friends would try hard to leech off of him, anything to have a bit dough on them. You can see why Cesear's mom and dad sent them, then- if they could suck up to him, then they could send some cash over. Once they get enough, they could start out their plan to move into America and start an amazing life there !

Very simple, right ? Well, Cesear and his sister hadn't actually interacted with their grandfather a lot. Even though he's a nice man, he hadn't been around in their childhood and only visited for small things. Maybe just Christmas, and that's about it. But, when they had started living with him.. They actually liked him. They didn't see why they had to try and steal from him- he didn't deserve that. Something about him made them both smile- playing games with them, taking them to events, even buying them things and saying that it was no trouble, as long as they were happy. It was like he was just happy as long as his own grandchildren enjoyed being with him. That was all he wanted, just to have someone consider more then just rich man, someone to love and you could trust- a real grandfather. Touching story, isn't it ? It certainly is, and Cesear admired him so much. He had respect for him, and he was the one adult that he could follow orders to and feel good about it.

As years went by, the two were sending little by little to their parents, but clearly not enough to be able to ship themselves off. Of course they were angered by it, questioning them why they weren't trying harder. It became so important to them that Cesear and his sister were beginning to only feel used- whenever they talked, it was literally just about the money. Constance was the first to be influenced by their constant nagging, usually complaining to Cesear " Why aren't we trying hard enough ?? " or " It's like you don't want our family to be happy. " Oh, God, did he get pissed at her. He kept a cool face in front of her, usually responding with one - worded answers. He didn't know what to say to her, but he didn't like how she easily she fell into the plan. Everytime he watched his own sister, the girl that used to be so close to her grandpa, begging her own flesh and blood to 'borrow' some money to use later made himself sick. It was so painfully obvious about what she wanted, it even made their grandfather a bit saddened.

On one night, getting ready to go to bed, he had stopped by his grandfather's room to tell him goodnight. Right before he could warn him, he saw him counting the money that he made. Buisness was getting slow over the past few years, since people either thought it was a waste of money to throw some party or that it was too dangerous to make an event at night where someone could get hurt ( the city was getting cautious about the dangers and risks around the area because of the sudden rise in violence ). He looked almost pained to see that he beginning to make less, much more less then he did before. Cesear questioned if he wanted help, or atleast to advertise a bit more, but he refused. " This isn't something for you to worrying about, yet, " he had said to him in Spanish, with a tired smile, " Times are getting tough, but it'll get better. You give me support. Maybe even you could help me run it someday, maybe more then that. " It was heart - wrenching, watching someone as old like him still trying to be nice. Cesear smiled at him and gave him a pat, but he wanted to just give him a hug and hope that he would be fine. He wasn't sure why, he didn't, though.

But on his way back to bed, he had seen his sister walking toward their grandfather's office. " What are you going ? " he asked, since he knew that her bedroom was in the same direction. He heard her say something about just going to tell their grandpa goodnight, but he knew what she was going after. Maybe it was because of what had happened a few minutes ago between them, or maybe it was because of how angry he felt that Constance would still try to take money, but he started to cuss at her. The cussing grew into lecturing, and the lecturing became into just spilling out their troubles. He kept repeating about how he's getting weak, and how he's trying to get more clients, and how he was trying to make them happy, then began to say how he really felt about the ' plan '. It was nothing but a waste, he said, that it was nothing but just showing how little she cared about him. He just wanted to convince her, to make her back to bed and atleast not do it now. Not where he could hear her. Finally, she calmed him down and said she would go back to bed. Cesear watched her get in her room, and he later got in bed himself.

He later found out that she still went and got 20 dollars worth of pesos when he had fallen asleep. The rest of the day was nothing but silence between them.

The tension was tough between the family itself, wasn't it ? But what happened to Cesear ?

He died at the ripe age of sixteen. Another long story that maybe you wouldn't mind hearing ? It all started with him calling his grandfather, saying that he could walk home to school. It wasn't too far off, he said, and it would only take about ten minutes. Constance and his grandfather waited for him. The ten minutes turned into thirty, and then it doubled that time. They called his number, but he wouldn't answer- straight to voicemail. It was the biggest scare, causing much distress. Finally, somebody answered the phone. It wasn't Cesear, but instead, an unknown voice.

" We have your grandson. He's right here, safe with us, " the voice said calmly, " And we don't want any trouble, unless you try to make trouble for us. All we want is some money, and we'll give him back to your family. " Obviously a ransom. The grandpa tried to talk them out of it, saying that he would do anything to just have Cesear back with them safely. All they needed was close to three thousand dollars worth of currency. " If we don't have progress in a week, we'll let you know how Cesear is doing. " Nothing but a frenzy. Cesear and Constance's parents showed up to the house, and they began calling the police, any authority to help them. They kept hearing the same excuses that there wasn't a lot to do, or to just send the money, or that they were busy with other similar situations. They were lucky enough to have a few officers trying to help them find out who the gang was and where they were coming from. All the while, his grandfather tried to make as much money to be able to get back his grandson.

In a week, the gang kept their promise when saying that they would show how Cesear was doing.
Because in the mail, they had gotten back a cut, dried - up bloodied finger.

It lasted for a long time, from weeks, to months. Two months, getting close to the third, and they still had Cesear. They soon stopped sending mail and began to send video messages from Cesear's phone, showing them how he was being treated, going through torture methods that no parent would ever want to see their child go through. He would fight back and struggle against them, but it became obvious about how weak he was getting that he wouldn't even flinch and just fall to the floor without hesitation. Finally, they sent the money to where they wanted it given. A week passed, and everything was silent. When another week passed, everyone was almost getting hysterical. There was no messages, no calls, nothing to show what they were doing or if Cesear was coming back.

The final message ?

(xxx)xxx-xxxx
<(no subject)>
He's gone.
Thank you for the cash.


Maybe because there was no sign of being endangered or harm, but the police finally started to get involve. The press tried to get a hold of the family for any comments or to tell their story, but a lot was just a short version or no comment at all. Cesear's body was later found, mangled, burned around his legs, and possibly beaten to death. The sixteen year old suffered a long trial of pain and agony, no longer able to grow up with his family. Even if he wanted to help his grandfather, he no longer couldn't. He wasn't able to. His power as nothing but a soul could no nothing even if he tried.

So he wandered. He walked around for the longest time. Where could he go ? What could he do with himself ? Cesear was so very innocent and naive about what happened to him that it almost left him in some sort of denial that his death his happened. Like.. He knew that he was dead, but almost refused to believe how he had died. He found himself going through different places where people in his situation clung to. Cesear found himself attracted to a small town. He had suffered for what felt like forever, and his death was his escape, and to him, this town looked like the perfect place where he could be at peace. And, still, he tries to keep a big smile on his face.

Trivia/Misc.:
- If you stripped him from his clothes, you would find burns, dark bruises, and some scars scattered around his body. While he has a few light bruises around his face, the darkest ones around his chest. The few parts of him that are missing is his middle finger from his left hand, only a stub, and some patches of skin on his upper arms. He prefers to keep all of these covered, at all costs.

- Cesear is a musician, being very talented at playing the piano and knows how to carry a tune when it comes to singing.

- Even though his name is spelled " Cesear ( See - ser ) ", he pronounces it as if it's spelled " Ceasar ( Seh - sar ) ".

- He doesn't like to fight. Even though he acts rowdy and says " Put them up ! " while shaking his fists around, he can't fight. He just doesn't know how.

- His first and middle name is actually his grandfather's name, making the second, you could say.

- He would love to able to communicate with family and tell them he's doing okay. If he could, atleast. That would make him the happiest boy evuuurrrr ~

- Because he likes music, his favorite genres are hip - hop, classical, or any ear - busting party music. He's fine with any, as long if it's not country or annoying accordion stuff.

- His history ? Pfft, like he would just go up and share that to people ! He doesn't enjoy talking about it and doesn't understand why he would in the first place.

- Even though he has a black - and - white appearence, he actually loves clothes with different gradients, tones, and patterns.

- Cesear has a Spanish accent, and isn't too good with English. He sometimes either replaces some words to Spanish or messes up his grammar. He's learning, he's learning.
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Will possibly updated it later, maybe.
And when I have a better preview image, too. xD ;

GOD WHAT A DESCRIPTION. I missed writing. So long.
My fingers fell off, yup.
Lol it's funny because I know a lot of people are just gonna skip ahead of it. 8D

But yeaaah !
Yeaaaah...

THIS IS FOR :iconghost-townrp: !
If you could go take a look over there, that'd be greaaaat. <3


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