Post by tsifan on Sept 17, 2010 3:08:46 GMT -5
Full Name: Casire Merice
Nicknames: Black cat, Grandpa, Weirdo, Chicken, Casey
Age: 34
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 164 lb
Gender: Male
Race: Cat Anthro
Alliance: Lawfully Neutral / Lawfully Evil
Home: He travels rather than settle
Franchise: None
Physical Description: He’s a rather aged guy with sleek black fur that shows to be lighting it’s tone slightly as it’s still kept well groomed and healthy looking. His ‘hair’ is a matching color to his cur color and disheveled in the slightest as it is cut in a fashion so that it is hidden amongst the rest of the fur. The only way to distinguish it from the rest of his fur is the fact it is lighter toned than the rest of his fur. His nose is a dark pink in contrast to his fur coloration, and his eye color is an odd leafy forest green. His face shows in the slightest ways aging since he has light wrinkles beneath his eyes and his whiskers limp a tad. When his fur reaches mid-calf and mid-arm it slowly transfers from a silky black to a milky white in place. His tail is treated in a similar fashion, however only at the tip of his tail.
His outfit consists of a black dress shirt buttoned all the way up to the bottom of the collar as the buttons the color gold. There are white designs upon the shirt itself as it is mainly simply outlining the shirt itself, but he also has a chest pockets that’s opening is made of a different fabric that stands out a little better. As the shirt is long sleeved it is rolled up in the slightest fashion and held with another golden button, and it doesn’t reveal his wrists. His hands are covered in bandages that are colored white, but he prefers them not being touch however since under the bandages one could see severe burn marks upon the palms of his hands. His pants are nicely ironed black dress slacks held by a simply black and silver belt, but hanging off one of the ‘hooks’ of the pants is a silver watch with a rather extended silver chain that leads into his left pocket that show the watch is within it. His pants has a bit of a lined pattern going up a down, however it isn’t as obvious due to the line’s colors being a black only a tone lighter than the black the pants is. His feet are covered by black dress shoes that shine in the sun a bit, however are often seen to be dusted with brown dirt.
Tied around his waist is another belt hidden under his shirt that is used to carry things as it is colored black. It carries a bottle for water, a bag for money (In which is ALWAYS filled), a small pocket knife, and a small pocket with chalk. He’s always carrying a brown knapsack that’s carried with god knows what, but it’s heavy. Around his neck is also a silver cross held by a golden chain, but it is very tiny only to represent his ‘religion’.
Whenever he goes into demon form he sprouts black wings that spread out in a fashion as if his are natural. His teeth grows to be sharper, and his eyes tend to narrow to a fashion in which he looks enraged. His body looks more built than usual almost as if steroided from his slim figure. His expression is most likely to be angry, and often psycho in a light sense. His pupils usually shrink at this time.
Weapons: His knife is his Weapon of Choice, but if he needs to he’ll settle with using high-grade black magic and summoning spells.
Abilities/Powers: He’s an excellent memorizer and enjoys telling small tall tales. He’s also able to keep calm most of the time, and also find resources (Like water, and certain edible plants)
Skills: He’s a raconteur one could say, but not the greatest in the world of course. He hones skills in plant identification and also ability to sense resources such as water. He can use his knife well, and his ears also add sensitivity to his hearing. He can also use high graded magic faster than usual, aided by his memorization skills.
Personality: Casire often comes off as the rather comical loving type who enjoys telling tales and entertaining others if possible when he can. He’s the adventuring type as he enjoys going out, and thus why he’s often prepared for things. When it comes to fighting Casire’s the type to chicken out at the start of it all and try not to get involved. Fighting shows to NOT be his forte at all, but knowledge is by any means. He seems to be the type who’s often danger-prone and also fairly stupid when it comes to paying attention to things as he’s often the one who knocks into things and falls over, but of course this isn’t ENTIRELY True. Only partially, but nonetheless he’s always paying good attention to things and end up not paying attention to other things. Such as a ball flying at his face for an example, or maybe a tree’s in his pathway as it’s always brought his vision stability to questioning or his intelligence. Due to age of course his vision isn’t the best, but he can see pretty far even though he still knocks into things. He’s also pretty religious, but he doesn’t show it to the point where he is super overprotective of it. From time to time he’s talk about it, but it isn’t his priority really.
Although these traits are what shows the most in his personality he’s also got other traits that aren’t shown as much as others, and aren’t meant to be seen by others of course. He’s capable of being more serious, and often in the role of the leading figure when it comes to his followers. He still has sanity to help him along his way, but not much of a conscious to stop him from doing things to make them work the way HE wants them to work. He’s able to deceive, but not as well as his partner in crime ‘Krow’ as he prefers. Casire’s chickening off when it comes to combat is only rather halfway right, but only because he’s rather avoid fighting and wasting his time and energy. He’s not exactly the most moral guy on the planet, but he’s sane to say the least as he doesn’t go around hacking people’s heads off for no particular reason. His kinder personality isn’t false however, as he indeed does enjoy what he does a bit. He’s a tad super religious, but once more he isn’t DEADLY strong holding onto it as he simply respects it. Although, it plays as a key token to when he visits town as it clicks with the parishes within them making it MUCH easier to get into the community and blending in. He’s often attentive to his environment and tries his best to come up with quick plans to knock down his opponent the fastest or to figure an issue out the quickest. It is rare Casire will be seen with the rest of his ‘team’, but there are the occasions in which they are scene by mistake together talking. Whenever he kills someone, he has a reason to it. Whether it be they know too much, he cannot trust them, they are of great importance, or maybe it’s simply because that person is getting their suspicions up. Casire shows to be a fair bit selfish, but he actually does care for the others in the least bit.
Casire also holds a Demon Side similar to the rest of his group. He’s not too fond of it, but if he has to it will be brought out to combat. Obviously, this throws all his polite traits out and makes him go by bluntly instinct and brute force. Not much of a conscious anymore left when this part of him is brought out as he will even go at his own team mates if they get in the way. Feral, would be a fitting name for this side. However, he is capable of holding a TINY bit of his sanity and intelligence in this form as it helps in self control from attacking his own Team Mates or going out into the open like that slicing off people’s heads at random.
History: Casire was a born orphan, left into the world with absolutely no parents to help him as he fell under the care of a local church group. Left at the doorstep of course, there was absolutely no specified name or date or anything to tell them anything about the child. Recently at the time the passing of a rather young child had occurred, and the caretakers decided upon the first name to be ‘Casire’ as his last name came from the sister that found him. Sister Merice, and thus his full name was now Casire Merice. Odd way to name an orphan, yes they agree. However it was a good name nonetheless that showed meaning in some way. Casire was obviously put under their religion as well going to church on Sundays and learning about the details upon the stories. Casire himself was rather enthusiastic when it came to the parts of stories within the day with his favorite caretaker Sister Merice. Truthfully, he hated church really badly as it bored him to death as it did for any child. Nonetheless he went through it.
Within his time span in the church he grew with a dislike toward the majority of kids who were ‘Winged Fox Anthros’ in which were often pictured to be blessed just because they had wings. Cat Anthros didn’t share that trait unless they were blessed, or at least the parents had at least one Winged Fox Anthro partner. However, it was still rare to find a ‘Winged Cat Anthro’ at all. He would often pick fights with the boys of the group, and evidently he’d lose. At the time he was rather the sore loser of course and fought again and again. Until he got grounded by Sister Merice herself of course, and then he just stopped. In his mind if Sister Merice told him to stop, he’d stop. He’d listen to No one else. It was obvious however he’d probably never get along with the other species.
As time flew by, little took interest in the small cat orphan as the Winged Fox Anthros were adopted first. No one took interest in his species, or him in the least. At the time there was a severe bias trend going on between the species of course, and this did not help his liking toward the other species a single bit as it just worsened and worsened. At one point, he literally beat up the bullying one in the church with a Bible and sent him to the hospital. After that he was grounded AGAIN, but even longer. This was possibly one of the main reasons why even at such a young age he wasn’t adopted. His flaring temper was to blame as it as against the other species. There weren’t much kids with the same species as him within the church group, as there were maybe one or two others. He never got along with them
One day a particularly strange acting child who appeared when he was around pre-teens. It was a little kid, a WINGED Fox anthro. This automatically made Casire dislike him heavily, but there was an odd thing to this kid. One day, he approached him although not be friendly terms by any means. It was mostly to scold him about not cleaning up his messes he makes with the wooden blocks. The newcomer’s response was simply ignoring Casire completely. The cat was taken aback, never was he IGNORED. He was simply just not used to it as he then started to shake the kid, rather violently too. The two words the kid spoke were loud and clear. “STOP IT!”
This ran through Casire’s head, and he complied then stopping and then turning to leave. They didn’t speak for at least a month’s time before they finally saw each other again at lunch time. The new kid was eating his food, and Casire then decided it’d be fun to fling peas at the other boy right? Wrong. The other boy retaliated rather roughly knocking Casire off the bench and then beating him down. Both were grounded, but forced to share a room until they got along.
That didn’t work as well at first as often the duo would be rolling on the floors fighting over a toy car. Eventually, the new boy then kept winning in succession and soon enough asked if he and Casire wanted to be friends. Caside accepted asking for his name. Krovince he said. At the time he preferred Krow however finding the birds being absolutely marvelous. Casire had his quick stupid giggle, but of course a few punches in the stomach fixed him up. Later on, when they were ungrounded they got along better and better. This was surprising to the others, as this was the FIRST Fox Anthro with Wings he ever trusted. Their friendship lasted, and of course bloomed wondrously.
Then, it[/b] happened.
He was a teen at the time, and the church was set on fire. At the time the technology wasn’t so flourishing in this particular town as everyone fled from the burning building. The sick fucks who did this all? A Gang of stupid teens that decided to light up some goddamned fireworks right next to a WOODEN church. Casire didn’t leave, no. He couldn’t as he didn’t see Krow run out at all, but then where could the boy be? He ran around in the building ignoring the adult’s pleads for him to hurry out. He, he heard soft crying and screaming from the recreational room. Under a large table, and a fallen shelf as well as burning scattered building blocks crying was the boy. He was trapped, and he would die. Casire didn’t think of anything to do, he only went to save him while he could. He started to rip off any loose structures that held Krow in despite the burning pain on his palms, and he did it fast as the hole was large enough for the rather small boy to fit through. Krow gave it a try, but his wings. His wings didn’t fit. His cries of pain and sadness rang in Casire’s ears, and the cat tried to help. There wasn’t much air, nor time left before the building collapsed. Fire covered everything, and what Casire did would mark him for life. He grasped the heavy table and started to lift it up as much as he could with his insignificant strength making it large enough for Krow to crawl through. Dropping it, his hands felt horrible pain and burning as suddenly a flaming pillar fell and knocked Casire off his feet, and onto the ground. He blacked out hearing the cries of his only friend.
He later awoke in the infirmary of the hospital in the nearby town. His head covered in bandages, and his hands in similar states. He wasn’t able to move much, and almost felt horrendously nauseous. Opening the door nearby were two visitors. Sister Merice and Krow. Both overjoyed and happy, but Casire noticed something about Krow. His wings were pretty charred and bandaged up, but he simply said that they would be fine. Only minutes within the conversation Casire felt heavy and soon enough blacked out once more.
This happened in succession, but he was later released out of the hospital maybe about 2 weeks after give or take. And with the church gone he was taken in by Sister Merice to live with her. Krow was coming along too, and that made things all the better. Although, upon releasing from the hospital he still continued to have his constant black outs.
He was a working man when Sister Merice finally passed away, and with deep regrets for not listening to her much as a child. He arranged her funeral at the ruins of the church, and continued to live at the house with Krow. He was still in his mid-twenties when the black outs became a serious issue, and he was heavily confused. He went to doctors, and all said he was fine. He never bothered with Priests since he figured most of them were filled with bullshit. He found Krow in particular was actually calm about this, and questioned him. Krow didn’t answer at first, almost as if fearful to before then breaking it to him.
When he was younger at the incident of the fire, he was going to die. To save his life, they had put demonic essence within his body to save him. However, the backdrop at the time was that he had blackouts. A year or two after Casire’s treatment that type of treatment was banned. As it showed to turn them into half demons when they went through with it. Krow never spoke of it since he was afraid of how Casire would react. His fears came true. Casire then took his job to one of black magic. He learned that through the art of dark magic one can control his own demon side as it was unknown of how to remove it without killing oneself. Krow didn’t complain however, and Casire continued on till the age he is now. He’s gained a group of people who’s cases show to be similar to his own. They seek a way to become normal once more, even if it means to become evil. Casire leads the group, and looks to cure it all, even if it means destroying people and things along the way.
Other: Casire heavily dislikes loud high pitched noises as he has sensitive ears as it throws him off, but in contrast to that his smelling senses is practically like a rock’s as he has a hard time smelling anything. Questioning whether he has smelling senses has been brought up, but never answered.
This is a Revamp to my previous character ‘Iustitia’
Picture: None
Nicknames: Black cat, Grandpa, Weirdo, Chicken, Casey
Age: 34
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 164 lb
Gender: Male
Race: Cat Anthro
Alliance: Lawfully Neutral / Lawfully Evil
Home: He travels rather than settle
Franchise: None
Physical Description: He’s a rather aged guy with sleek black fur that shows to be lighting it’s tone slightly as it’s still kept well groomed and healthy looking. His ‘hair’ is a matching color to his cur color and disheveled in the slightest as it is cut in a fashion so that it is hidden amongst the rest of the fur. The only way to distinguish it from the rest of his fur is the fact it is lighter toned than the rest of his fur. His nose is a dark pink in contrast to his fur coloration, and his eye color is an odd leafy forest green. His face shows in the slightest ways aging since he has light wrinkles beneath his eyes and his whiskers limp a tad. When his fur reaches mid-calf and mid-arm it slowly transfers from a silky black to a milky white in place. His tail is treated in a similar fashion, however only at the tip of his tail.
His outfit consists of a black dress shirt buttoned all the way up to the bottom of the collar as the buttons the color gold. There are white designs upon the shirt itself as it is mainly simply outlining the shirt itself, but he also has a chest pockets that’s opening is made of a different fabric that stands out a little better. As the shirt is long sleeved it is rolled up in the slightest fashion and held with another golden button, and it doesn’t reveal his wrists. His hands are covered in bandages that are colored white, but he prefers them not being touch however since under the bandages one could see severe burn marks upon the palms of his hands. His pants are nicely ironed black dress slacks held by a simply black and silver belt, but hanging off one of the ‘hooks’ of the pants is a silver watch with a rather extended silver chain that leads into his left pocket that show the watch is within it. His pants has a bit of a lined pattern going up a down, however it isn’t as obvious due to the line’s colors being a black only a tone lighter than the black the pants is. His feet are covered by black dress shoes that shine in the sun a bit, however are often seen to be dusted with brown dirt.
Tied around his waist is another belt hidden under his shirt that is used to carry things as it is colored black. It carries a bottle for water, a bag for money (In which is ALWAYS filled), a small pocket knife, and a small pocket with chalk. He’s always carrying a brown knapsack that’s carried with god knows what, but it’s heavy. Around his neck is also a silver cross held by a golden chain, but it is very tiny only to represent his ‘religion’.
Whenever he goes into demon form he sprouts black wings that spread out in a fashion as if his are natural. His teeth grows to be sharper, and his eyes tend to narrow to a fashion in which he looks enraged. His body looks more built than usual almost as if steroided from his slim figure. His expression is most likely to be angry, and often psycho in a light sense. His pupils usually shrink at this time.
Weapons: His knife is his Weapon of Choice, but if he needs to he’ll settle with using high-grade black magic and summoning spells.
Abilities/Powers: He’s an excellent memorizer and enjoys telling small tall tales. He’s also able to keep calm most of the time, and also find resources (Like water, and certain edible plants)
Skills: He’s a raconteur one could say, but not the greatest in the world of course. He hones skills in plant identification and also ability to sense resources such as water. He can use his knife well, and his ears also add sensitivity to his hearing. He can also use high graded magic faster than usual, aided by his memorization skills.
Personality: Casire often comes off as the rather comical loving type who enjoys telling tales and entertaining others if possible when he can. He’s the adventuring type as he enjoys going out, and thus why he’s often prepared for things. When it comes to fighting Casire’s the type to chicken out at the start of it all and try not to get involved. Fighting shows to NOT be his forte at all, but knowledge is by any means. He seems to be the type who’s often danger-prone and also fairly stupid when it comes to paying attention to things as he’s often the one who knocks into things and falls over, but of course this isn’t ENTIRELY True. Only partially, but nonetheless he’s always paying good attention to things and end up not paying attention to other things. Such as a ball flying at his face for an example, or maybe a tree’s in his pathway as it’s always brought his vision stability to questioning or his intelligence. Due to age of course his vision isn’t the best, but he can see pretty far even though he still knocks into things. He’s also pretty religious, but he doesn’t show it to the point where he is super overprotective of it. From time to time he’s talk about it, but it isn’t his priority really.
Although these traits are what shows the most in his personality he’s also got other traits that aren’t shown as much as others, and aren’t meant to be seen by others of course. He’s capable of being more serious, and often in the role of the leading figure when it comes to his followers. He still has sanity to help him along his way, but not much of a conscious to stop him from doing things to make them work the way HE wants them to work. He’s able to deceive, but not as well as his partner in crime ‘Krow’ as he prefers. Casire’s chickening off when it comes to combat is only rather halfway right, but only because he’s rather avoid fighting and wasting his time and energy. He’s not exactly the most moral guy on the planet, but he’s sane to say the least as he doesn’t go around hacking people’s heads off for no particular reason. His kinder personality isn’t false however, as he indeed does enjoy what he does a bit. He’s a tad super religious, but once more he isn’t DEADLY strong holding onto it as he simply respects it. Although, it plays as a key token to when he visits town as it clicks with the parishes within them making it MUCH easier to get into the community and blending in. He’s often attentive to his environment and tries his best to come up with quick plans to knock down his opponent the fastest or to figure an issue out the quickest. It is rare Casire will be seen with the rest of his ‘team’, but there are the occasions in which they are scene by mistake together talking. Whenever he kills someone, he has a reason to it. Whether it be they know too much, he cannot trust them, they are of great importance, or maybe it’s simply because that person is getting their suspicions up. Casire shows to be a fair bit selfish, but he actually does care for the others in the least bit.
Casire also holds a Demon Side similar to the rest of his group. He’s not too fond of it, but if he has to it will be brought out to combat. Obviously, this throws all his polite traits out and makes him go by bluntly instinct and brute force. Not much of a conscious anymore left when this part of him is brought out as he will even go at his own team mates if they get in the way. Feral, would be a fitting name for this side. However, he is capable of holding a TINY bit of his sanity and intelligence in this form as it helps in self control from attacking his own Team Mates or going out into the open like that slicing off people’s heads at random.
History: Casire was a born orphan, left into the world with absolutely no parents to help him as he fell under the care of a local church group. Left at the doorstep of course, there was absolutely no specified name or date or anything to tell them anything about the child. Recently at the time the passing of a rather young child had occurred, and the caretakers decided upon the first name to be ‘Casire’ as his last name came from the sister that found him. Sister Merice, and thus his full name was now Casire Merice. Odd way to name an orphan, yes they agree. However it was a good name nonetheless that showed meaning in some way. Casire was obviously put under their religion as well going to church on Sundays and learning about the details upon the stories. Casire himself was rather enthusiastic when it came to the parts of stories within the day with his favorite caretaker Sister Merice. Truthfully, he hated church really badly as it bored him to death as it did for any child. Nonetheless he went through it.
Within his time span in the church he grew with a dislike toward the majority of kids who were ‘Winged Fox Anthros’ in which were often pictured to be blessed just because they had wings. Cat Anthros didn’t share that trait unless they were blessed, or at least the parents had at least one Winged Fox Anthro partner. However, it was still rare to find a ‘Winged Cat Anthro’ at all. He would often pick fights with the boys of the group, and evidently he’d lose. At the time he was rather the sore loser of course and fought again and again. Until he got grounded by Sister Merice herself of course, and then he just stopped. In his mind if Sister Merice told him to stop, he’d stop. He’d listen to No one else. It was obvious however he’d probably never get along with the other species.
As time flew by, little took interest in the small cat orphan as the Winged Fox Anthros were adopted first. No one took interest in his species, or him in the least. At the time there was a severe bias trend going on between the species of course, and this did not help his liking toward the other species a single bit as it just worsened and worsened. At one point, he literally beat up the bullying one in the church with a Bible and sent him to the hospital. After that he was grounded AGAIN, but even longer. This was possibly one of the main reasons why even at such a young age he wasn’t adopted. His flaring temper was to blame as it as against the other species. There weren’t much kids with the same species as him within the church group, as there were maybe one or two others. He never got along with them
One day a particularly strange acting child who appeared when he was around pre-teens. It was a little kid, a WINGED Fox anthro. This automatically made Casire dislike him heavily, but there was an odd thing to this kid. One day, he approached him although not be friendly terms by any means. It was mostly to scold him about not cleaning up his messes he makes with the wooden blocks. The newcomer’s response was simply ignoring Casire completely. The cat was taken aback, never was he IGNORED. He was simply just not used to it as he then started to shake the kid, rather violently too. The two words the kid spoke were loud and clear. “STOP IT!”
This ran through Casire’s head, and he complied then stopping and then turning to leave. They didn’t speak for at least a month’s time before they finally saw each other again at lunch time. The new kid was eating his food, and Casire then decided it’d be fun to fling peas at the other boy right? Wrong. The other boy retaliated rather roughly knocking Casire off the bench and then beating him down. Both were grounded, but forced to share a room until they got along.
That didn’t work as well at first as often the duo would be rolling on the floors fighting over a toy car. Eventually, the new boy then kept winning in succession and soon enough asked if he and Casire wanted to be friends. Caside accepted asking for his name. Krovince he said. At the time he preferred Krow however finding the birds being absolutely marvelous. Casire had his quick stupid giggle, but of course a few punches in the stomach fixed him up. Later on, when they were ungrounded they got along better and better. This was surprising to the others, as this was the FIRST Fox Anthro with Wings he ever trusted. Their friendship lasted, and of course bloomed wondrously.
Then, it[/b] happened.
He was a teen at the time, and the church was set on fire. At the time the technology wasn’t so flourishing in this particular town as everyone fled from the burning building. The sick fucks who did this all? A Gang of stupid teens that decided to light up some goddamned fireworks right next to a WOODEN church. Casire didn’t leave, no. He couldn’t as he didn’t see Krow run out at all, but then where could the boy be? He ran around in the building ignoring the adult’s pleads for him to hurry out. He, he heard soft crying and screaming from the recreational room. Under a large table, and a fallen shelf as well as burning scattered building blocks crying was the boy. He was trapped, and he would die. Casire didn’t think of anything to do, he only went to save him while he could. He started to rip off any loose structures that held Krow in despite the burning pain on his palms, and he did it fast as the hole was large enough for the rather small boy to fit through. Krow gave it a try, but his wings. His wings didn’t fit. His cries of pain and sadness rang in Casire’s ears, and the cat tried to help. There wasn’t much air, nor time left before the building collapsed. Fire covered everything, and what Casire did would mark him for life. He grasped the heavy table and started to lift it up as much as he could with his insignificant strength making it large enough for Krow to crawl through. Dropping it, his hands felt horrible pain and burning as suddenly a flaming pillar fell and knocked Casire off his feet, and onto the ground. He blacked out hearing the cries of his only friend.
He later awoke in the infirmary of the hospital in the nearby town. His head covered in bandages, and his hands in similar states. He wasn’t able to move much, and almost felt horrendously nauseous. Opening the door nearby were two visitors. Sister Merice and Krow. Both overjoyed and happy, but Casire noticed something about Krow. His wings were pretty charred and bandaged up, but he simply said that they would be fine. Only minutes within the conversation Casire felt heavy and soon enough blacked out once more.
This happened in succession, but he was later released out of the hospital maybe about 2 weeks after give or take. And with the church gone he was taken in by Sister Merice to live with her. Krow was coming along too, and that made things all the better. Although, upon releasing from the hospital he still continued to have his constant black outs.
He was a working man when Sister Merice finally passed away, and with deep regrets for not listening to her much as a child. He arranged her funeral at the ruins of the church, and continued to live at the house with Krow. He was still in his mid-twenties when the black outs became a serious issue, and he was heavily confused. He went to doctors, and all said he was fine. He never bothered with Priests since he figured most of them were filled with bullshit. He found Krow in particular was actually calm about this, and questioned him. Krow didn’t answer at first, almost as if fearful to before then breaking it to him.
When he was younger at the incident of the fire, he was going to die. To save his life, they had put demonic essence within his body to save him. However, the backdrop at the time was that he had blackouts. A year or two after Casire’s treatment that type of treatment was banned. As it showed to turn them into half demons when they went through with it. Krow never spoke of it since he was afraid of how Casire would react. His fears came true. Casire then took his job to one of black magic. He learned that through the art of dark magic one can control his own demon side as it was unknown of how to remove it without killing oneself. Krow didn’t complain however, and Casire continued on till the age he is now. He’s gained a group of people who’s cases show to be similar to his own. They seek a way to become normal once more, even if it means to become evil. Casire leads the group, and looks to cure it all, even if it means destroying people and things along the way.
Other: Casire heavily dislikes loud high pitched noises as he has sensitive ears as it throws him off, but in contrast to that his smelling senses is practically like a rock’s as he has a hard time smelling anything. Questioning whether he has smelling senses has been brought up, but never answered.
This is a Revamp to my previous character ‘Iustitia’
Picture: None
