>CASSIAN<
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Name: Cassian Ciely// Nicknames: Make your own // Age: 19 // Gender: Male
Sexuality: Uncertain // Height: 5’10 // Body: Ectomorph // Parentage: Levi Ciely// Birthdate: May 7th
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Divine Parent: Eris // Power: Shadow travel, imbuing chaos, manipulating negative emotions
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Appearance:
Sequestered away in dark blue eyes, like a faint memory of forgotten ocean tombs, is chaos and wonder. Those eyes on the forefront, from the shore seem to strangely toe the line between empty and full. But yes the lights are on at home, lit like cerulean flames inside that burn for an upside down world. His skin is dark, a beautiful inky brown and smooth, some would say the epitome of starless night, or on some occasions a saucy “red” that percolates a feeling of etherealness. Cassian has a lean physique, too slender to be considered bulk, but muscular enough to produce an attractive sheet of abs. His stomach is evidently sculpted, and his ribs show in faint, but bony little ridges beneath his pectorals. Cassian’s waist slightly caves in, almost like an hourglass. And if wearing shirts that stick to him like a second skin, that asset will be displayed as pointedly as his ultramarine blue eyes may shimmer beneath moonlight. Cassian’s shoulders slope downwards, and are firm and thick, his biceps are round and his forearms are slender. Veins race up and down his arms in thin stretches, and creep along the backs of his hands like muted blue-ish streaks, and his fingers are long - long like if he were a simple giant he could easily grab the sun out of the sky and toss it around inside of his palms just for fun.
Exhibited most on his visage is an array of sharp, wired smiles. Happiness, in some strange, but all the more attractive contortions, envelop his face…can envelop his face as quickly as one may blink. In these smiles, rarely smirks or grins or halves, lie small square teeth, evidently pale and somewhat glossy; dimples shallowing his cheeks in charming little pits when these teeth inevitably leave their fleshy, silken covering. Cassian’s smiles are horizontally wide, but vertically thin, his gums, which are pigmented in a faintly dark hue, are hidden - and his lips are the “cowling”. Cassian, while having appealing little square, dull sculptures inside his jaws, on the exterior, his mouth is a lot less cubic. His lips are incredibly smooth, and glassy, like he rolled a gloss wand over them twice. His bottom lip is slightly larger than his top lip, and as for the latter, descending is a sharp cupids bow above, like a perfect “M”, and yet extended vaguely as is his resting mouth shape, almost like a fallen “S” in the way that the outer corners are still smooth and round. The corners of Cassian's lips, able to reach as far as the skin beyond his nose naturally without the flex of a smile, are pointedly upturned. And someone would have to jut their fingers forcibly into the ends of his mouth to ever get them to face towards the netherworld.
Cassian has sly, slender eyes, downturned and flickery…like a sleepy cat. His eyes are framed by wisps, miniature, dark brown wisps that are too faint to see from afar. They fall in gentle little straights above his eyes, and may quiver tenderly in the breeze, but as far as length and volume, he has a disappointing display. His eyes are mildly hooded, giving them this whimsical permanence of throbbing disinterest…if it were not for deep dimples, his chaotic, throaty laughter, and the way his eyes widen with joy, maybe so wide a fly might mistake them for private pools. His flesh is an all around dark, and if he was born of feathers, Cassian would be as luminescent as moon shine. His lips are marginally two-toned, the top a darker brown, minutia of purple details, and the bottom a lighter fan of sandy “pink”. Cassian has dark black, slender s-shaped brows that sit lowly above his eyes, arched almost menacingly amidst his forehead, which, is a “broad” length. His face shape would best resemble a heart, counting his forehead, and his high, crafted cheekbones, but full enough cheeks, his narrow jaw and round, dimpled chin. He’s clean shaven, or perhaps just clean, growing about as much facial hair as a disappointed teen.
His nose is almost nubian, an attractive, curved incline for a bridge. His nose is slightly downturned at the end, his nostrils small and almost perfectly circular. Cassian’s nose is mildly broad and flat, a small, curvy disk that rests on his visage much like a button. His hair is incredibly voluminous with tight curls that look like springs strung together, 4a in type. These locks are compacted, mostly in thick, two-strand twists that reach a little past his eyes unstretched, and when stretched, just beyond his jaw. His locks are nearly an inky black in color, from far away that is. But should a person wander up close, or perhaps should a glow roll over him like he may be ascending, Cassian’s hair appears a gentle, honey-nut brown.
Personality:
>Deranged<
There aren't very many things he won't do. Batshit crazy is Cassian - not so much insane, but something is definitely just not there. He’s a man who’s definitely lost his marbles. But he’s not reclaiming them, he’s kicking them across the floor like a game of foosball. Cassian is a daredevil, a walking death wish. He’ll race back and forth across shaking train tracks just because you asked him to. And he’ll risk skydiving with a faulty parachute just because you handed him one. Cassian Ciely is not a man who feels no fear. Oh he feels it, jetting through his veins, inking his insides like liquid poison. . .but the adrenaline, his adrenaline that convulses within him every single time he reoffends, every single time he. . . jumps off a cliff, it's simply too good to give up. He craves the rush, the thrill, whether it be the newest whirlwind romance or something much darker, it will always be Cassian's first love. There’s just something strange flickering around inside of his enchanting blue eyes - something that hums…calamity.
>Humorous<
Cassian Ciely is a man with values, laugh now and talk later. His smiles - taut against his cheeks and then his strangely wide eyes when he unearths inexplicable joy, cannot be undone so easily. As spontaneous as he is, anyone can get swept up in his antics - an unyielding amount of silliness that may do more bad than good. Cassian doesn’t have a hard time taking things seriously, he just doesn't want to. He’d rather toy around with a rock on the side of a road than listen to a will of a dead relative, like a mountain of shimmering gold teetering just above him, no matter how much money may entail on his behalf…would it even really matter if he had not bothered to listen in the first place? His inheritance would be swallowed into oblivion all because he was simply too silly. Fishing through weeds for flowers, only to turn out as more weeds. His happy nonsense truthfully brings him more coal than gold. Cassian is the sort of person to yawn blankly in the face of danger, to stretch his limbs thoughtlessly amidst a crime boss meeting, even if it means risking the impalement of his limbs. He enjoys laughing and giggling in peoples faces, sometimes pointedly, and simply finds everything funny. He’s not the type to tell jokes, or outwardly amuse people, but his casual mayhem may attract a few stray chuckles or two.
>Sophisticated<
>Uncaring<
>Snobby<
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Scent: Like cold ice wind in your lungs. // Voice: Chaotic and whimsical…giggly, but able to deepen hotly with seriousness..// Preferences: Long, hot days, sports, work outs, cold foods, nice smiles, those taller than himself. // Accessories: Silver eyebrow piercing in his left brow. // Tattoos: An incredibly dumb one - “Suck it” is tatted on his knuckles, and following after the “it” are two smiley faces just to take up more space. // Relationship Status: Single. // Love Language: Gift giving // Thinks about: No one in particular.
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(c) Elena Illustrations @picrew.me for both images
(Not 100% accurate)
(This is kind of what his hair looks like when it is down)
(Not 100% accurate)
(When his horns appear, they are slightly hidden by his curls. The right horn is snapped in half)
Spring 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
