The-SilentSoldier
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- May 1
- United States
- Deviant for 10 years
- He / Him
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Rules, Relationships, Background, Appearance
Name: Caim
Age: 24yrs
Height: 5'11
Weight: 168lbs
Mental Status: so-so
Health: Fine
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Sarcastic, aggressive, a bit cold [though in some cases he can be caring], quiet
Rules, Relationships, Background, Appearance
Name: Caim
Age: 24yrs
Height: 5'11
Weight: 168lbs
Mental Status: so-so
Health: Fine
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: Sarcastic, aggressive, a bit cold [though in some cases he can be caring], quiet
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Tools of the Trade
Sword, dragon
Other Interests
relaxing
Appearance
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Caim is 5'11 with black hair that hangs in his sapphire blue eyes. He is learn but rather well muscled. Instead of wearing all the battle get up that he used to wear he now usually wears a simple black t-shirt and dark gray-black pants and sometimes jeans. Though he doesn't particularly like them, he'll wear them at times. He still has all his gear and his sword, he is never getting rid of that.
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Past:
Caim is the only son of Gaap, a kind and just king who once ruled a small eastern country named Caerleon. Caim was once a courteous and gentle youth like his father; he easily forgave his fellow man and never held a grudge. He idolized his father and aspired to be like him, clinging closely to Gaap's lessons of swordsmanship and enjoying his sparring sessions with his childhood friend, Inuart. Since Caim spent most of his youth dedicating himself to his extensive sword training, he was completely unaware of the Empire inching closer to his homeland.
On his eighteenth birthday, as he hurried to receive his parents' blessings, Caim pers
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( ❤ ) ; lover
( ♡ ) ; crush
( დ ) ; family
( ☁ ) ; best friend
( ★ ) ; friend
( ✘ ) ; dislike
( ? ) ; unsure feelings
( ! ) ; fear/scared of
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(Thanks for the watch dear~! Lovely account.
This is so late I'm sorry so many things have gone wrong lately)
This is so late I'm sorry so many things have gone wrong lately)
Libitina was out and about on her daily nighttime wanderings. her coal black eyes, for indeed those eyes had no whites at all, were scanning the area in front of her skittishly. Strange things happened at night, and this banshee was well aware of them. What are the chances of meeting a being that although could not manage speech correctly, screamed louder then anything and anyone? not much of a chance, as she only fancied coming out at night when people didn't give her much of a glance. Her head kept turning from side to side, as if keeping watch for something. She nervously kept picking at the tightly wound scarf around her neck, which was there to hide the large gaping hole when someone ripped her throat out. The test subject kept turning her head side to side, she was skittish, she shouldn't have been outside to begin with. But she hated being kept indoors, because to her it felt like a cage.
{ thanks so much for watching back~
hope you don't mind if I drop this here... }
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Deliveries again...Delivery days were always stressful, weren't they? All those addresses to keep track of, and trying to make sure she found the right places...Noelle tended to get a bit confused, but luckily she only had three today, and they were all just small arrangements, so it wasn't a ton of trouble to try to get them from point A to point B. She'd loaded them up into the large basket on the back of her bicycle, making sure they were secure in there before she went off.
After making all three of the deliveries, the small female was making her way back to the shop so that she could end her shift, steering her bike with one hand and straightening her glasses with the other. Before she even had a chance to see them, a few middle-school age boys came darting around the corner on skateboards, and in a hurry to get out of her way the female wrecked her bike, sliding across the pavement as she landed. "Dammit..." she muttered, wincing a bit as she sat there a moment before starting to push her bike back off of her and get up off of the ground.
Caim had been observing the scene and couldn't help but roll his sapphire blue eyes at the stupidity of the boys. He was used to men being raised to be polite and courteous to girls...of course that was ages ago. No quite literally, him and his pact partner had somehow been put into the modern world. They had no dea how and had been struggling to adjust to it. The raven haired man swept his black bangs out of his eyes briefly to observe the girl with a certain curiosity. She seemed a nice enough person but he didn't go and try to make conversation. Mostly because he couldn't. Why? The price of his contract with Angelus left him unable to speak, though able to make other certain sounds. He crossed his arms over the tighter black t-shirt and cocked his head to the side slightly watching her go.
With a sigh, she pushed her bike up the rest of the way, still sitting on the ground as she put the kickstand down and pulled off her glasses, examining them to see if they had gotten scratched at all. Of course, her blurry vision prevented her from noticing much, but she really couldn't tell, so she slipped the frames back onto her face and got up slowly. There was a scrape on her arm that stung and bled a bit, and she ran her fingers over it, glaring in the direction the kids had gone. "Kids these days..." she muttered to herself before grabbing the handle bars of her bike, putting the kickstand back up, and starting to push it beside her as she continued on her way back to the flower shop.
Caim let out a soft almost chuckle of agreement with the girl, though unable to speak he could do that. He did observe the girl quietly, what an interesting girl she did seem to be. Something about her seemed to hide a story. Which this he seemed almost in a way drawn to. The man walked forward finally and motioned to the blood on her arm and arched an eyebrow at her, the question was clear 'are you okay?' Where was Angelus when he needed her? Of course the sight of a large red dragon probably wouldn't help his case anyway with the girl.
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Ah, winter. The coldest of 4 seasons, often lasting for months in areas with colder climates. It happened to be this fallen angel's favourite season. The snow, the festivals, and the holidays were all a part of it. The said fallen angel was indulging in a such atmosphere at the moment, taking in all the decorations put up to celebrate the incoming holiday of Christmas. Gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of her black military coat for warmth, the female celestial being continued to trudge along the snow-coated streets of New York City. Bellona, as the angel referred to herself as, had no clear destination in mind, but was outside to enjoy herself for once, not in hiding. Coincidentally, Bellona's calm state was abruptly interrupted from her bumping into a pedestrian, stumbling herself. Regaining her balance, she glanced at whomever she bumped into and turned to face them, a blank look on her pale face as she gave an equally monotonous apology, "My apologies. Are you by chance injured?"
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Ah, winter. The coldest of 4 seasons, often lasting for months in areas with colder climates. It happened to be this fallen angel's favourite season. The snow, the festivals, and the holidays were all a part of it. The said fallen angel was indulging in a such atmosphere at the moment, taking in all the decorations put up to celebrate the incoming holiday of Christmas. Gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of her black military coat for warmth, the female celestial being continued to trudge along the snow-coated streets of New York City. Bellona, as the angel referred to herself as, had no clear destination in mind, but was outside to enjoy herself for once, not in hiding. Coincidentally, Bellona's calm state was abruptly interrupted from her bumping into a pedestrian, stumbling herself. Regaining her balance, she glanced at whomever she bumped into and turned to face them, a blank look on her pale face as she gave an equally monotonous apology, "My apologies. Are you by chance injured?"