Cassian
(#68347918)
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.03 m
Wingspan
4.81 m
Weight
512.53 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Starmap
Starmap
Obsidian
Constellation
Constellation
Obsidian
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
8
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
current lore summary: in service aboard stormfly's airship the damsel; born a mirror & breedchanged to a skydancer as part of an attempt to escape himself; he hasn't seen his sister astraea in a really long time.
the lore below is still applicable but it's more backstory/stuff that happened in his past :P
"You know, this stuff is, like, illegal, right?" The Skydancer asked, less an accusation and more a casual remark. He nodded in acknowledgement and glanced at the nametag on her yellow apron- Sofie. It didn't really fit her, he thought idly. "Liiike. Stacey says you come in and pick up, like, a dozen each week. Dunno why. Or, like, where you're getting all that cash."
"Stacey isn't this chatty."
Sofie laughed. "And that's why I have to ask, c'mon, like- What, are you drinking these?" She held up the contraband her coworker usually silently prepared for him. A vial of mutative eyedrops that, by all rights, really should have worked by now. He... Admittedly had drank a few before, but that hardly counted, seeing as they were either spiked into his drinks or taken as part of the process allegedly supposed to change his form entirely. The hollow metal arm fastened to his shoulder proved how well that worked. "Like, I've sold plenty of illicit junk, 'kay, I'm not, like, judging, but, like-" She made an annoyed noise and went back to talking, with a significantly more forced tone. "I want to know what's up!"
"...They haven't worked on me yet," Cassian found himself admitting. "I thought you just sold water with dye in it until I resold a batch and the buyer came back with slime faucets for eyes."
The forgotten younger brother, the overflow egg, the one who's special- Just not anywhere near as special as his sister. He grew up in his sister's bitter shadow, treated as an afterthought. Eyes that gleam like jewels are hardly anything compared to ones that shine like the sun.
- Resentful [TM]
- Joined a Plague body modification fanatic group at one point, which lead to one of his arms rotting right off, and left because instead of like taking responsibility or offering to help him they tried to encourage him to rot the other one off too
- Went to the same school as his sister because she was like :pleading_face: but what about my brother... and they were like uh. sure. we can take him.
- Dropped out though
the lore below is still applicable but it's more backstory/stuff that happened in his past :P
"You know, this stuff is, like, illegal, right?" The Skydancer asked, less an accusation and more a casual remark. He nodded in acknowledgement and glanced at the nametag on her yellow apron- Sofie. It didn't really fit her, he thought idly. "Liiike. Stacey says you come in and pick up, like, a dozen each week. Dunno why. Or, like, where you're getting all that cash."
"Stacey isn't this chatty."
Sofie laughed. "And that's why I have to ask, c'mon, like- What, are you drinking these?" She held up the contraband her coworker usually silently prepared for him. A vial of mutative eyedrops that, by all rights, really should have worked by now. He... Admittedly had drank a few before, but that hardly counted, seeing as they were either spiked into his drinks or taken as part of the process allegedly supposed to change his form entirely. The hollow metal arm fastened to his shoulder proved how well that worked. "Like, I've sold plenty of illicit junk, 'kay, I'm not, like, judging, but, like-" She made an annoyed noise and went back to talking, with a significantly more forced tone. "I want to know what's up!"
"...They haven't worked on me yet," Cassian found himself admitting. "I thought you just sold water with dye in it until I resold a batch and the buyer came back with slime faucets for eyes."
The forgotten younger brother, the overflow egg, the one who's special- Just not anywhere near as special as his sister. He grew up in his sister's bitter shadow, treated as an afterthought. Eyes that gleam like jewels are hardly anything compared to ones that shine like the sun.
- Resentful [TM]
- Joined a Plague body modification fanatic group at one point, which lead to one of his arms rotting right off, and left because instead of like taking responsibility or offering to help him they tried to encourage him to rot the other one off too
- Went to the same school as his sister because she was like :pleading_face: but what about my brother... and they were like uh. sure. we can take him.
- Dropped out though
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