(*sob* He looks so young! He's actually a lot older than he looks in this picture.)
- { Oh the wildflowers that bloomed
Ah, please tell me
Why do people fight
Hurting one another?
Oh the flower blooming nobly
What can you see from there?
Why can’t people
forgive one another?
The rain passed and summer
turned bluish
as one
You trembled faintly
in front of me
Without saying a thing
To my withering friend
What are you thinking about?
How do you convey love
with those speechless leaves?
The summer sun clouded over
and the wind streamed
as they happen together
For the nameless ones
I’ll sing the proof
of that they lived } -
{ - n a м e - }
- Cassiel Illie Black, often given the nickname of Cass, or just Black.
{ - g e n d e r - }
- Male Cassiel has a long, wiry frame with a decent amount of muscle shown. Being wiry, he's a bit stronger than he actually looks.
{ - r a n k - }
- Hunter It couldn't of been that long ago, when he first opened his eyes to the world. Not far from the towering castle that cast it's shadow over his lean form, he sat up and pondered exactly where the hell he was. Not having a very clear memory of where he came from, or what he was, Cassiel set out for the castle without a clear idea of where he was going. It was when he finally arrived at the castle did he realize just what he was getting himself into. Despite constant pressings from others around him, Cassiel has no memory, nor ability, to tell them his past.
{ - p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y - }
- Quiet, Indifferent, Merciless It's hard to really understand just what Cassiel likes, and dislikes. His indifferent attitude towards life makes him a rather blunt person. He doesn't care, and he never will, is basically what the aura around him suggests. Keeping to himself a majority of the time, you might find him striking up an unfamiliar tune in an unfamiliar language while alone in the gardens of the castle. You might find him dozing away, like a cat, in the sunlight. Or you might find him being jumped by others, and then your in for a real treat. Cassiel has an unparalleled ability to fight. With quick moves and even quicker thinking, there's not a single person who has been found to be able to keep up with him. He's sly, cunning, and merciless. Occasioanly, you might find him quietly watching the clouds roll by in his favorite tree, stroking his almost constant companion. An eagle owl. No one knows how these two came to be, but it seems she's taken a fancy to the strange boy with pale white/green eyes.
{ - a n i m a l .d e s c r i p t i o n - }
- He's a shapeshifter that tends to either take a king cheetah's form, Amur tiger, or a wolf's form. He has a relatively brown palette, with a few unnaturally green and blue markings that seem to be old tattoo's inscribed into his skin. As for what the ink was, the details are vague. Wearing a rather decorative earring, he appears a lot more gentler and kind when you first lay eyes on him. Hence why people get hurt so often when they try to pick a fight with him.
{ - h u m a n . d e s c r i p t i o n - }
- Dark brown, almost black hair with pale, almost white, green eyes. Around 6 foot 7 at a dangerous height, he weighs close to nothing at 145 lbs and has relatively fair colored skin. Some often mistake him for an elf, due to his fair complexion and elfish features.
{ - l o v e . ι n т e r e s т - }
- Ezowyn Superficial crush at the moment, but he believes that she wishes to take it to a further level.
{ - f a m i l y - }
- None
Unknown, but he believes that he has a twin brother. He's not sure if he is alive or not.
{ - a c c e s s o r i e s - }
- He only has a small, silver clasp earring with a blue feather attached to it with black lace. Otherwise, he has a variety of markings carved into is skin. These markings appear to be died with some kind of blue and green ink. Some believe it to be blood.
{ - f o r m a т т i n g . e x a m p l e- }
Cassiel stared up at the blue sky, the stray white cloud drifting into his focus. The rough bark scarped against his back and rear, but he ignored it. A little pain was certainly worth the pleasure of being able to rest peacefully within the sky. For within the sky he was. In a loosely relative way. The tall oak tree, proud with age and still growing magnificently, was one of Cassiel's favorite places to just sit and relax beneath the sky. At night, when the star's were out and the birds were asleep, he sometimes came and slept within the protective leafy boughs of the old oak tree. He sighed and glanced to his right. A black squirrel stared at him, twitching it's small nose and repeatedly blinking. He cocked an eyebrow at it and it cocked it's head at a 90' angle. It was an almost comical sight, the two staring at each other with an impassiveness that seemed to never break. Of course, Cassiel's almost constant companion had to land at that exact moment on the same branch. The hawk owl screeched defiantly at the squirrel, clacking it's beak angrily. The squirrel leaped into action, practically falling over itself as it scattered away, angrily chirping back. Cassiel laughed, stroking the huge eagle owl's beak affectionately. "You silly girl. It's not like I'd replace you with a squirrel." He said, chuckling to himself. The eagle owl harrumphed with displeasure, but a gleam of contentment had entered her large, yellow eyes.
{ - o т н e r - }
- My favorite color is a pale, grayish blue and my favorite number is number two. I also enjoy the season Winter and Autumn. Nothing else really. I think Cassiel might be colorblind, btu that's something for you to find out. ^_^
