The Basics
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Name: Cassian
Aliases and/or Nicknames: Can be called Cas/Cass for short. Goes by many aliases undercover under different identities.
Human age: (not sure, waiting to see yours, so i can match them, only cause its a romance)
Gender and Pronouns: Cis Male
Species: Lycanthrope
Occupation: Paid assassin, partial employment at (Inser tech company name, well decide together)
Current status: Wanted Dead or Alive
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Appearance
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Height: 5'10
Weight: 147 IBs (uh im not good at weight idk if its accurate lol)
Hair: Wavy, Deep auburn hair-- grown just above his shoulders due to being uncut for a bit. Normslly kept back in a low ponytail. He gets it cut when hes not busy.
Sillouhette: Kinda scraggly and lanky, he relies mostly on dishonest, and pretty dirty technuiques to win fights--- he doesnt have the upperhand in speed nor strength, a jack of multiple trades, if you will.
Skin: A warm, dusky tan
Eyes: Honey brown
Scars?:
left arm has faded, jagged scars from when he got caught in barbed wire in wolf form-- Panicked, he transformed and.... Things didn't go too well.
His knees are always a bit bruised, and shiny, slightly pale scar tissue blankets them.
His nose is slightly crooked, almost unnoticeable but still there, from a certain fiesty target who involved him in a fist fight
His right middle, and ring finger are slightly disfigured from when he was stupid and slammed his hand in a vehicle door
additionally, his hands are always a bit cut up from just going around doing stuff.
Tattoos?: No
Piercings?: Septum piercing that is slightly crooked because he did it himself cause he was curious
Posture/gait: He walks a bit.. unconfidently, slightly hunched but not exaggeratedly-- slightly taking away from his everyday height. His steps are some times a bit clunky, and he often stumbles over himself. Overall, he kind of leans more forward than back, and is always kind of tense, anxious, and jumpy looking.
Usual Clothing: Regularly he wears pants with alot of pockets, and a tanktop. He also has a jacket hes sewn inside pockets to.
Accessories?: A few keepsake necklaces from people in his old pack, a leather strip he often uses to tie his hair up, and a utility belt also featuring glass bottles, sewn on pockets, and dried herbs.
Wolf form: A middle toned beige, dsrk brown at the end points, the face fades to a charcoal black mask around the eyes and cheeks in an almost circle shape
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Personality
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Description: Hes a slightly impulsive kinda guy, and loves attention. Sometimes he focuses a little too hard and obsesses over doing something impossible, but most of the time he means well. He cares deeply and is extremely, just prone to feeling unloved. Convinced everyone hates him, he constantly tries to get people to like him, flaunting his talents everywhere--- but embarrassed over his tiniest flaws.
Strengths:
Great focus
Intuitive
good at decoding patterns
able to speak multiple languages as he learns incredibly fast
Can sew great, weirdly
Hes also a bit of an herb specialist
Weaknesses:
Easily sweet talked
Unable to voice his own needs
easily falls into depressive loops
always incredibly tired, making him terrible at being a night watch
has an urge to steal things, often getting him into trouble over tiny things he doesnt need simply because he likes the adrenaline and stakes of stealing it
cannot cook for the life of him
Likes:
Sweet coffee (has a huge sweet tooth)
Music (Plays it loud. Specifically upbeat music, like pop and country)
scented things
strawberry anything
Dislikes:
Bugs
Bitter foods and drinks
nighttime
loud noises (sensitive hearing)
Fears/Phobias:
Complete silence unsettled him, and makes his subconscious have a melt down--- sending him into fight or flight mode
Fear of abandonment
He hates bugs, will scream like a girl if caught off guard.
Habits/Behavior: Runs his fingers throygh his hair when hes stressed, cannot sit still, doesn't have much patience oftentimes, loves music, often subconsciously hints at what he wants to get it rather thsn saying it directly, easily sweet-talked if you hook him at the beginning
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Extra
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Place of origin?:
Backstory
Cassian wasn't actually always an outsider—he was well-liked in his original pack, and was a great help to the alphas and everyone else in the pack. But one day, in a time of sorrow, he got... bored. Everyone else was doing their own thing, and just trying to keep themselves in check. You see, he had a problem with his self-acceptance. The only thing that could ever make him feel like he actually existed was another person telling him he was great. So, when no one was in a position where they had time to sit and listen to him, and make sure he was happy, or to tell him that they loved him—he felt invisible. Like life was passing him by. And, obviously, he was upset. He needed more.
So he ventured out in a fit of anger, believing no one cared for him anymore, and decided he would find others who appreciated him. Of course, at the time, he didn't realize this was selfish. He had made their sadness about his own ego. He then joined a mysterious person of unknown identity in creating a new world. A better life. A life where they promised everyone would love him. And Cassian believed every word. So he helped the figure in their pursuit of control. They taught him everything they could. They told him they loved him. That they cared for him. And he ended up caring for them, the yearning he felt for his lost family fading away each second he spent with them. He happily carried out the deeds of his boss. He even enjoyed doing so in the end, even if someone lost their life to it.
But one day, they told him it was ready. That greatness was beginning. And smiling, they said, "I will wipe away those who have saddened you. Those who have taken you for granted." Cassian felt guilt. For the first time in a long time. But it was too late. All of them. All of them were gone. Forever. ...Forever. He didn't know why he felt this way. They hated him! Despite everything he had done for them. At least, he thought he did. So why was he... crying? No. No, he wasn't. Surely... surely not. He knew they only meant to help him. To make him happy. Right?
He began to doubt his every thought, and believed nothing he ever was to say would be right. Like a puppet on a string, he let his boss sway him into anything. And, eventually, he believed everyone in the world hated him except for the only person he had left. Not once did Cassian doubt their intentions. Not ever again. They were right. No more did he feel any guilt. He did not weep. For he was going to save the world for the better—ridding it of all the ungrateful, hateful people who plague it.
Strengths:
He uses weapons wonderfully, not a master of any, but balsnced in his skills with almost every weaopn.
Highly adaptable.
Cunningly Charismatic.
As stealthy as stealthy gets
Weaknesses:
Terrible at taking a hit. Durable, but not extreemly.
Terrible at "honorabke" fighting. He relies entirely on tricky moves to land easy, unexpected hits. When hes stripped of his pocket items, or stripped of his weapons--- hes as good as useless.
No good when backed into a corner, as his fughting style usually revolves around him keeping distance
Weapon/s of choice: A hand axe, ground glass to blind enemies, and sometimes a dagger
Familial Ties?: (not filled in yet, will work on this)
Fall Month: 3 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
