Life nothing more than ordinary. Cesar was the sixth child in a moderately wealthy family on a ranch outside of Mexico City. Forgotten among the 12 children of a strictly catholic family, his disassociation with parentel attention blunted his emotional capacity. Care, concern, soon began to fall away, not leaving anger or bitterness. What could someone be bitter or angry about what they did not know. It was more, absence. His Teenage years were spent ushered from private school to another with his brothers, learning thrust at him as the only means of experience. He did not devour, but he ate more than a usual load of knowledge, and while not the top of his classes he was considered 'above average'. Cesar disappeared into the cracks of his university, anonymity clouding him more as the school-enclosure of required personal contact drifted to status and appearance. Cesar had no intention for social association, not conscious, but more absence of the requirement. His grades he kept well, and he received no commendation but was consistently excelled in all fields. It instantly provided a doorway to a job. Here Cesar found his direction more controlled again, boxed into a path. But unrealizing, steadfastly walked on. Known to his students as utterly and profoundly normal. Too normal sometimes. But nothing could be rumoured about him. It just didn't make sense to the listener to accept. Advancement to Dean of Metaphysics and Psychology gave him more tasks. However, the more he studied it, rather than become aware, he found himself slowly becoming frustrated. In rage he took to man on a street one night home and brutally cut, beat and murdered him, the dismemberment of which would have the police interested in for only one hour - another of the many. It eased the futility, and opened a window for Cesar… a window only lasting a few hours. He continued this utterly transfixing new experience of relief and some months later the voices began to call him. He followed them throughout the streets of Mexico, and then finally to a small cathedral. Striations of light seething through the slats in the old door bound in ancient hinges… revealed to Cesar, God. He found enlightenment then, and it is all he has come to live for. He follows the light unwaveringly, holy and lustful. appearance: A glacial wall, behind glasses. Cold, and distantly staring at you. Dressed in utilitarian suits always, who would be forgettable apart from the aura of disinterest that is so vehemently clouded about him. personality: Cold and aloof. Regarding others and insipid, useless in the scheme of things unless so directed by his heavenly whore. Intelligent but not witty or inspired. His knowledge is strong but only comes out under duress. game-mastering hints: Be short with people. But talk to them. After they have finished conversation they should know nothing more about you than they began with. You do this unconsciously. You see people as nothing but requirements. Only the light is in your heart as separate. plot points: The Lictor of Binah, Bishop Antonio Guerrero instructed Cesar to watch the footsteps of Stephen Argent, recently arrived in Mexico City as to what disturbances he could cause with his knowledge and clout as an occultist/metaphysicist/scholar… in general, a dangerous man to the cause of Catholicism. Nothing to worry about yet, but the Lictor takes no chance. Binah knows that Stephen's body is the vehicle for the Lord of the Night - Xiuhtecuhtli, but she also knows that killing him will do no good since the god will just find a new vehicle, so she is content with keeping him under close thumb for now. Also when Sofia del Sol becomes known to Cesar, he instructs his master of her, and situation may get out of hand.