Jun 15, 2018 19:33:09 GMT -6
Cassanova De'carter tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance Cassanova is an intimidating, muscular man who walks with a distinct hunch. He has black hair and wears it in a messy fashion that would drape over his face if not for his headband and mask. Cassanova's face is mostly flat because he removed his own nose, and his eyes are blood red. His tongue is unusually long and tainted with many small bumps. Cassanova sports a dark combat suit, plated with metal armor across his body to holster his weapons. The torso is sleeveless, and Cassanova instead wraps his arms in bandages. He also wears long black wristbands and a watch on his left arm. His knees are protected with metal pads and the costume is completed with black, steel boots. Cassanova always dons his signature blood-red scarf and matching headband, as well as the tattered cloth he wears around his face as a mask. personality
abilities Transformation-Cassanova may transform into various sizes of crows and may also change into his human form. Raise Dead- Cassanova relies on this ability in order to mask his movements. Reviving dead crows and other birds to cover himself as he transforms into his linche beast form. Using the large flock to cover him, so nobody sees him. Pestilence: Not an ability Cassanova uses too much, though he is able to control a few rodents. Plague-Cassanova has the tendency to give those around him Hungtington's disease when he is in his linche form. He isn't able to control this so he must be careful when using his linch form around allies. Famine-Able to make those around him hungry. Immortality-Cassanova doesn't age. backstory Cassanova doesn't remember much of his life, though he is constantly reminded of how he died. The War of Traitors was going on at the time and Cassanova had been running for his life. The War of Traitors had only been going on for about a week. The gods seemed to be battling it out and of course, Earth was the playground. It was about 1 am and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard followed by a monstrous roar. Cassanova had recently come across a small inn in his hometown that had a large amount of food. The inn was empty and quiet With his house being destroyed by the war on the first day, Cassanova had to scavage for food, breaking in houses and stealing food, and the like. Cassanova was in the middle of eating a large chicken leg when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Cassanova stopped mid-bite to see a small girl with a furious face looking at Cassanova. The male grabbed a few more bites before getting up and making his way toward the door. He was out. Taking a few streets down and crossing over about two intersections, Cassanova arrived at a restaurant, which he only popped his head in to get a toothpick, to pick his teeth of course. Cassanova was surprised the restaurant was still up and running with the war going on. Upon leaving, he once more saw the small girl standing across the street, eyeing Cassanova with her arms crossed. Cassanova smiled at her and waved before leaving. Hours later Cassanova had found a nice alley and made himself a bed out of old newspaper. It had to be past midnight at the time because the ominous vibe of the area had settled in. Only sounds were the sounds of distant explosions from the battles happening. Cassanova closed his eyes for what seemed to be a moment. Next thing he knew was that his body was being thrown across the alleyway at high speeds! With a rough slam, Cassanova found himself on the ground. His arm was banged up pretty bad and his head had also taken a rough hit. Waking up abruptly he looked to see the little girl from earlier standing about 10 meters away. His vision was hazy but Cassanova vividly remembers that small girl changing into a large werewolf. It snarled its teeth as it closed the gap between the two of them in a single leap. Cassanova saw its arm raised toward the sky. The male traces the arm and notes that razor sharp claws were at the end of the beast's massive hand. With a single swoop, the werewolf slashed Cassanova's shirt sending him sprawling away. The male looked down at his chest to see a long scar going across. He wasn't bleeding but the pain was there. The a=male pushed off the ground and began to run. He didn't dare look back. His heart was racing a thousand beats a second. Fear had entered his brain and also his heart. Flight or Fight mode kicked in. Cassanova sprinted to his hearts content. The me couldn't hear the werewolf behind him at the moment but he knew she was there. Those fast canine beast, no way Cassanova could outrun one on his own. Taking a tight right down a narrow alleway,Cassanova ducked down behind a dumpster and began to catch his breath. Looking out every now and then to see if he saw the werewolf. Unfortunately there was no one on the streets at the moment so he couldn't even call for help. After having caught his breath and deciding the coast was clear. He sprinted out the alleyway and continued in his path. He didn't know where he was going but he needed to get away. Though Cassanova body began to tremble as he forcefully hit the ground. Making contact with the ground chest first, Cassanova groaned as he was sure he bruised a few ribs. The male slowly attempted to get ip, only to be roughly brought down to the ground. This time he felt a crushing weight in his back. His ears tuned in as he could hear nasty snarling from the werewolf. The beast forcefully turned the male and pinned him down as she began to devour him. Killing him eventually. He wasn't eaten fully, just enough bite marks to kill him. The werewolf bounded off into the night. All the anger and adrenaline that was within Cassanova faded away. Though before he died he faintly remembers a crow landing on his chest. The transition was hazy but the next memory Cassanova has is of him fighting alongside others in the war of traitors. The male got direct orders from Thanatos himself to help end the war. Though once it was over, Cassanova found himself stuck on planet earth. The male has been searching for a way back ever since. Cassanova doesn't remember how he obtained his abilities either. One night after getting a late drink from the bar, he over heard something on a tv. Lending an hear, he heard a lady named Zeredah speak. Cassanova began to think her ideals might aid him. He meets up at the location that was provided and became an informant. At the same time, he registered as a scout with the TRS. Being a double agent for the both of them with out either knowing. His transformation abilities give him a nice way of deceiving those around him. Perhaps one of these sides will find him away to leave earth. misc -Is quite agile and is an avid practitioner of parkour -Skilled with swords and knives. -An informant for AP (only known by a few people) -Spying on TRS as a Hunter (only known by a few people) | roleplayer info ☆ NAME 29211923Jn ☆ RP EXPERIENCE Idk...maybe 4=5 yeats? ☆ TIMEZONE EST ☆ GENDER Male ☆ AGE how old are you? (optional) ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS n/a if none ☆ FACE CLAIM SERIES NAME,My Hero Academia, Stain ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO YOUR NAME. DO NOT STEAL. |
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