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[color=ed1c24][b]Name:[/b][/color]
Casper

[color=ed1c24][b]Other Names:[/b][/color]
[i]Formerly known as:[/i]
Asad - Assassin
Athus - Assassin
Luke - Wanderer
Oreon - Freelancer
Vath - Mercenary 

[b][color=ed1c24]Real Name:[/color][/b]
Asad Shari

[b][color=ed1c24]Occupation:[/color][/b]
Servant, Keeper of the Armory
Previously Assassin
Previously Wanderer
Previously Freelancer
Previously Mercenary  

[color=ed1c24][b]Place Of Origin:[/b][/color]
Egypt

[color=ed1c24][b]Age:[/b][/color]
14 (128)

[b][color=ed1c24]Affiliation:[/color][/b]
True Neutral

Throughout his many years, Casper has grown rather jaded towards the conflicts of life. He acts through an objective point of view and doesn't bother to involve himself with issues that do not concern him. Indeed, Casper is not without emotion, however he keeps a calm stance and acts through logic and perception rather than emotional fury. What does not concern him does not require him.

[color=ed1c24][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
Scrawny, frail and fragile. Casper's a short and visibly weak boy who wouldn’t pose much of a threat, was he not a vampire. He seems to be on constant guard, his large red eyes ever vigilant for an impending ambush and he often keeps something in his hands. A book pressed against his chest, his fingers wrapped around the strap of his shoulder bag or fiddling with his hands are common sights.

His black hair would be considered rather long and thick, bangs falling over his forehead and covers his eyes unless kept out of the way. He doesn’t possess any notable scars or additions to his body, but possesses a single [url=http://images4.fanpop.com/image/articles/84000/deerclan_84893_1.jpg?cache=1291949137]tattoo[/url] acquired during his embrace of darkness, when he was turned into a Lamia. It can be found on the right side of his chest. Due to the boy's Egyptian heritage, he possesses olive skin unseen on most within Camelot's walls.

His ribs are rather visible and ‘you need to eat more’ is common to hear. Despite an otherwise reserved demeanor, he doesn’t seem to have much of a problem with his body. It’s not much to look at, and the scrawny nature is certainly nothing held in high regard. It could be assumed that there are little to no visible muscles stretching out across his frame, leaving a set of plain limbs stretching out from his torso.  

Fitting his frame, Casper possesses a quiet but light voice. As he speaks in somewhat silence, it can be hard to hear his words and he doesn't like repeating himself too often. He has however learned that it's often necessary.

Casper treads with care, his eyes trailing the floor as he walks. Some people has stated that his big eyes are rather 'cute', and some has stretched it out to his whole being as 'cute'. It could also be argued that eyes seem bigger the smaller you are. Most would however simply call him a freak due to their color.

With light footsteps, it can sometimes be hard to hear him due to his size and weight. Standing at a meager 5'0" feet, he knows his limitations but has quite a fiery side to him towards those who overstep.

[b][color=ed1c24]Wardrobe Style:[/color][/b]
Quite the variation from what he considered familiar a few years back, but not necessarily a bad one. Casper isn't going to complain about the comfortable wool now carefully hugging his slender frame, granting enough space between skin and fabric due to his scrawny nature. Dressed in black and grey, Casper is more than content with the choice of colors he had been granted, or rather lack thereof. It was said that black and grey were easy to produce and most of all cheap. Of course, he had not been placed as a servant in the royal court to look like a peasant. Golden linings and decorations don the boy's outfit in a graceful yet careful manner, making sure that the tip of his sleeves find themselves donned with golden silk. His collar is treated in a similar fashion, along with the black leather belt he could later attach a scabbard to, unless it finds home on his back. To finish this outfit, Casper wears a black cloak to protect his thin body from the elements, or rather, that is the official reason. Given his species, Casper is not affected by such, but rather wears a cloak to protect him from the glaring sun. 

Fingerless leather gloves find home on his hands and he is rarely ever seen without them. In truth, he finds them comfortable and it helps when he has to grip something tight. 

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[u][b][color=ed1c24]~Relationship Information~[/color][/b][/u]
[b][color=ed1c24]Relationship Status:[/color][/b]
Singel 
[i]"Who in their right friggin' mind would want me?"[/i]

[color=ed1c24][b]Partner:[/b][/color]
None
[i]"Sometimes...I wish I had someone to hold, ya' know? Heh, it's a stupid thought, though. Should focus on other shit, instead..."[/i] 

[b][color=ed1c24]Father:[/color][/b]
Halash Shari (Biological, Deceased)

[b][color=ed1c24]Mother:[/color][/b]
Hanah Shari (Biological, Deceased)
[hider=Ani Ishar (Sire, Alive)]
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[color=ed1c24][b]Siblings:[/b][/color]
None

[b][color=ed1c24]Pet/s:[/color][/b]
[hider=Fang]
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[b][color=ed1c24]Other:[/color][/b]
[i]"He's so fuckin' fluffy..." [/i]- Casper

[u][b][color=ed1c24]~Personal Information~[/color][/b][/u]
[b][color=ed1c24]Personality:[/color][/b]
[i]"Tend to stick to myself most of the time. After a hundred years ya' don't have much to say, ya' know? People say I'm as calm as death, heh...if only they knew, right? I mean, what's the point in gettin' worked up about shit anymore? I used to care, used to care a lot. Don't do this, don't do that, follow these orders and follow those, one thing after another but now everything's just flowin' on. The world withers and dies around me constantly and here I am, remainin' to see everything die out and grow back up. 

Seein' the world from this point of view kinda' puts shit in perspective. Ya' stop carin' that much, ya' stop really givin' a fuck about shit that doesn't concern you. Sure, I'll stand up for myself and those I care about, I'm not made of friggin' stone, but I won't go outta' my way to be some kind of savior for every lost puppy out there. I'd like to think of myself as an observer, I guess. I watch the world run by and fade into the distance only to leave behind somethin' else entirely. People like the king come and go, he ain't the first and sure as fuckin' hell ain't gonna' be the last. 

If people knew what I am, they'd sharpen their pitchforks and light the pyres no matter where I go, it never changes. Some people are gonna' be all for magic, some against it, some are gonna' be for the fairy folk and some against em'. Me, I don't care. Can ya' fire a storm from your fingertips? Ain't that swill, good for you. Ain't gonna' prepare a fuckin' pyre cause' of it. Got pointy ears and glitter in your hair? Fabulous, sunshine.

Wherever ya' go people are people and ideals are ideals. Eventually ya' stop givin' a shit and believe me, everythin' gets easier to deal with when ya' do. Deal with what affects you, and don't waste your time with antyhin' else. I learned that shit the hard way."[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Race:[/color][/b]
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[color=ed1c24][i]Lamia Features:[/i][/color]
[u][i]"Those eyes...they're not human..."[/i][/u]
A vampiric race, the Lamia appear to have red eyes, making social interaction a chore at times.

[u][i]"Nothing but trickery. You are a corpse and little more."[/i][/u]
Fully fed, the Lamia's body appears warm and much like that of a human. However, a Lamia whom has gone without blood for a time appears pale and cold. Lamia are required to feed everyday to stay healthy, much like their previous lives dictated.

[u][i]"A nuisance are what they are! A deranged creature stuck in time!"[/i][/u]
Many vampiric races are accompanied by an array of dark knowledge from the years, turning even a child into a matured scholar. The Lamia on the other hand retains the mental maturity of when they were turned.

[i][u]"It matters little what differentiates the undead. A vampire is nothing but an eternal curse to our world..."[/u][/i]
Like every vampire, the Lamia are ageless.

[i][u]"Such unholy creatures! Not even magic will befriend them."[/u][/i]
Lamia have displayed an inability to use any kind of magic.

[i][u]"All that you are will be drained into them. Their embrace will kill you, and you will be brought back as an abomination. May the divines have mercy..."[/u][/i]
To create a Lamia, the vampire must first drain every drop of blood from a living creature before injecting a single drop of their own. A minute will pass before the newly sired Lamia will arise.

[u][i]"Do not be fooled by their mortal aspects. Whenever you can kill a Lamia, you do it.[/i][/u]
Like mortal races, the Lamia can indeed get tired and fatigued if they go without sleep for a prolonged amount of time.

[i][u]"This is when you should strike. Keep your eyes open for pale skin and a cold presence."[/u][/i]
Without blood in their system, the Lamia will fall into a coma like state from which they cannot wake up without being fed blood. This is called the Slumber.

[i][u]"They can't feel the warmth of your body, the loving touch of your skin. Don't even try to think that they can love!"[/u][/i]
Lamia are unable to feel the elements due to their undead nature. Warmth or cold passes them by without a single feeling to their skin.

[i][u]"Aye, they tire but not like you and I, these demons..."[/u][/i]
Like every undead, Lamia vampires do not breathe and cannot feel exhaustion through mortal means, other than the need to sleep.

[i][u]"Hunting these vile creatures require you to know everything about them, even the things you don't think are very pretty..."[/u][/i]
Being undead, Lamia vampires do not have biological functions such as the need to excrete. The blood they consume remains inside their bodies until fully used up. Every vampire species do however have the physical sense of touch and can just like any mortal race feel pain and arousal, whereas many vampire races pursue the latter with a zeal, hence the stereotype.

[color=ed1c24][i]Strengths:[/i][/color]
[u][i]"Magic is not on their side, but take heed my friend. These demonic abominations are not to be understatement..." [/i][/u]
Like most vampires, Lamia possess supernatural prowess in strength, speed and reflexes. It has been noted that their physical capabilities are on the level of ten grown men.

[i][u]"Their most dangerous aspect. Be careful, my friend...they are still demons and should be dealt with as such."[/u][/i]
What truly separates the Lamia from their vampiric cousins is their ability to walk in sunlight without being hurt. 

[i][u]"I swear, I severed his arm from place with a vicious cut but it grew back! I wasn't drunk, it happened!"[/u][/i]
Using the blood they have drained, Lamia are able to regenerate their wounds. The more grievous the wound, the more blood they need to use to regenerate, bringing them fatigue and eventually the Slumber. 

[i][u]"Don't believe in myths. Go for the head, always the head."[/u][/i]
Shoving a stake into their hearts to kill a Lamia is merely myth as the muscle doesn't even work. Severing a Lamia's head will lead to instant death however, a method highly recommended. 

[i][color=ed1c24][color=ed1c24]Weaknesses:[/color][/color][/i]
[i][u]"They are creatures of darkness, no matter where they tread."[/u][/i]
Despite being able to walk under the sun, the Lamia are a nocturnal being and such they find it uncomfortable. Their regeneration functions slower under the sun and unless hidden behind glasses, their eyes are quite sensitive to the light. 

[i][u]"Silver, my friend. It is a gift from the divine."[/u][/i]
Wounds delivered by silver cannot regenerate on the spot. A Lamia will need to sleep for eight hours and use their blood based regeneration to heal from wounds caused by silver. Merely touching silver will wound the vampire like a burning ember. The same weakness holds true for fire.

[i][u]"Vampires they may be, but they don't hold many tricks up their sleeves."[/u][/i]
Unlike many other vampires, Lamia cannot dominate others with their voices or their eyes. They cannot fly, and they cannot control animals with their minds. Neither can they transform into one. The Lamia's physical enhancement is their only trick.

[i][u]"Trust in the gods, my friend. Trust in them, and they will help you."[/u][/i]
Walking on holy ground will prevent a Lamia from regenerating while upon holy soil.

[color=ed1c24][b]Personal Strengths:[/b][/color]
Excellent combatant
[i]"I've been trainin' with weaponry and martial arts for over a hundred years. I know how to take care of myself, promise..."[/i]

Vampiric reflexes
[i]"Yeah, I notice shit..."[/i]

Melee Accuracy
[i]"Everyone has a weak spot..."[/i]

Stealthy
[i]"Been taught to stay in the shadows when I need to..."[/i]

[color=ed1c24][b]Personal Weaknesses:[/b][/color]
Social skills
[i]"Alright so I'm new to this shit, alright...?"[/i]

Ranged weaponry
[i]"The fuck would I use a bow for...?"[/i]

Food
[i]"Yeah, can't eat it. Barfin' that crap up hurts more than silver so...don't gimme' food..."[/i]

Reading people
[i]"Just cause' I've been around doesn't mean I know what every fuckin' facial expression means..."[/i]

Expressing himself
[i]"Alright, listen...I have a hard time talkin' about shit that bugs me..."[/i]

Cooking
[i]"I can't cook cause' I don't know how the hell it should taste...! C'mon...!"[/i]

Serving silverware made of silver
[i]"This is just mean...I can't touch this shit...!"[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Magic Capabilities:[/color][/b]
See Race, otherwise none.

[b][color=ed1c24]Weapons:[/color][/b]
[i]"Silent like a shadow travelling effortlessly across a sea of sand, and deadly like a snake's wrath, these assassins are the reapers we so fear, the dark sting of night which delivers the eternal sleep. Do not be fooled, however. Shadows are not where these beings who trade in death remain. In combat they move like wind itself, their fluid motions like that of a dancer granting you one final show. Each graceful step, each blindingly fast swipe, a dangerous edge reveling in bloodshed."[/i] - Assassin's of the Sand, exert from the ancient scrolls of Mhasa Ibn Hayat.

Casper possesses a pair of dual short swords he wields with speed and grace, the vampire's combat style akin to that of a deadly dance. Originated from the assassins of ancient Egypt, many have described both the blades and the combat style as enchantingly beautiful and fearfully deadly. Typically, Casper's short blades are wielded with the edge pointing downward. 

Each blade measures up to nearly two feet in length and is accompanied by a black leather scabbard Casper wears on each thigh. 

Due to his current role, Casper has hidden his blades in his chambers. 

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[b][color=ed1c24]Brief Biography:[/color][/b]
"Life's not pretty, it never was. Tell me, what's more useful than a huge dude with muscles bigger than you, breakin' down doors and takin' names? Well, maybe that dude would never be an assassin, but know that the sharpest blade is the element of surprise. Would you believe me if I said that there's a small sect out there, a fuckin' group of assassin's who kill for the highest bidder? Course' you friggin' would. Though, would you believe that the leader of that sect decided to turn a kid into a fuckin' vampire and trained the kid how to fight for a hundred years? Would you? Fuck if I care, really...cause' it happened. I was offered something by a figure in the night, original I know, and said yes. Now, what happened was that I lived on the streets. I scraped by everyday to get some food, to survive. It wasn't nice but it was the only thing I had ever known. I mean, the shit was my life, right...? 

There was this one day, can't believe I still remember this crap, when I got the shit beaten out of me by some street punks. I had gotten my hands on some cheese, imagine that shit, right? In a bloody freaking mess, I tried to crawl away but they wouldn't let me. See, the cheese I had stolen, it was theirs. If you don't do your shit right, you'll end up fucked. At this point the pain was just too much. I wanted to pass out but the fuckin' adrenaline in my body wouldn't let me. It was if it wanted me to keep fighting, to get back on my feet and throw another punch. Yeah, it didn't work. 

Though, the warm gushing of blood which sprayed across my body wasn't my own. If it was, I would barely have been able to tell because of the pain already pinning me to the ground. I heard screams before five guys joined me on the concrete, their bodies shred to fuckin' pieces. Now, I heard a voice. It was cold like the grave, dark like a fuckin' abyss. I thought death had came to claim me, but I didn't know death looked so friggin' proper. Dressed in the finest silk, this woman sheathed an elegant blade by her waist and smiled at me, that dark friggin' smile pulling me closer in some twisted, disturbing way. 'I can make you strong, I can give you everything you've ever desired.' Tell me, what would you have chosen in my seat? Half dead, beaten to a pulp, bleeding out on the ground and knowing that tomorrow was just another day in hell, what would you have done? Of course I took her hand when she extended it. Warm, she wasn't as cold as I thought he was, her skin warm to the touch yet her voice chilling like ice.

Of course, she never told me what she was gonna' do. She never told me that she was going to fuckin' kill me and bring me back as a vampire but it made me understand why she decided to save me. This woman could have taken anyone she wanted, but she took me, a street urchin without a single fuckin' worth to my name. Being my savior, she knew that I was now bound to her. She knew that I owed her my friggin' eternity which she had granted. Being a nobody, I was the perfect candidate for her little experiment and being a kid I was the perfect weapon. Who would expect a child? Who would accuse a kid of murder? The most perfect assassin is someone who appears innocent but can sting like a scorpion, someone no one would suspect but is able to kill without a moment's remorse. A perfect assassin is a kid without the physical restrictions of bein' one. That's what she made me into, her little puppet. For the next one hundred fuckin' years, I was her puppet, her little sword which she pointed in a direction before blood was spillt.

Yeah, it took me a hundred fuckin' years to see that this chick didn't care about anything but money. She didn't have an overarching ideal, she didn't fight for anything she believed in. She just wanted death and money, and I gave it to her. Meanwhile, friggin' lords and tyrants were tearing the place apart and my Sire was completely indifferent to it. Why did I care? Well, a hundred years for a Lamia might not have changed my mind much, but it has given me experience. It has let me see things. The world is bigger than our hideout, it's bigger than the sword I swing. I wasn't gonna' live the rest of my fuckin' eternity as a weapon for a psychotic murderer who fought for nothing but her own greed. The world was falling apart and if I was an assassin, at the very fuckin' least...I could use those skills for someone else than my Sire. I could use em' for [i]me[/i].

Though...I wanna' rest, now. I want a simple friggin' life...just for a while, ya' know? Makin' beds and servin' food works for now. If I breathed...it'd be a breath of fresh air. The king's nuts and I hope he chokes on his wine but bein' a servant isn't really that bad. It's not like anyone is tellin' me to cut someone in half anymore, that's always somethin', right?"

[u][b][color=ed1c24]~Other Information~[/color][/b][/u]
[color=ed1c24][b]Other:[/b][/color]
Through his travels, Casper has grown fluent in the following languages:
English
Arabic
Latin
Japanese

[u][color=ed1c24][b]~Theme Song~[/b][/color][/u]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1w9Yq0fM-M]"I have this weird feelin'..."[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ccpv3mz4HI]"You're in deep fuckin' shit now..."[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CiSeoX_4nzU]"Ani...You can only be here for one reason..."[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyTU6-L3cVQ]"I never stay in one place for too long...I try to remember everyone, though..."[/url]

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[color=ed1c24][b]Guinevere[/b][/color]
[i]"If there's anyone in this castle I trust, it's gotta' be Guinevere...She provides he with animal blood which would otherwise have gone to waste, ya' know? She means a lot to me, though...she doesn't know anythin' about my past. Don't think she'd like me much if she did, ya know? There ain't anythin' I wouldn't do for Guinevere after everythin' she's done for a bloodsucker like me...Sometimes...Sometimes I wish I could sit down with her one night and just tell her everythin'...everythin'."[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Arthur[/color][/b]
[i]"He's a spoiled lil' shit...but I like him...somewhat. I mean, he's the prince, right? That gives him some friggin' rights and whatnot but by the fuckin' Gods, grow the hell up, will ya'? Arthur ain't a bad guy, he's got a sweet heart and I know that this lil' shit has a lot goin' for him. I believe in him, one day his good for nothin' dad will get assassinated or whatever and then we can finally move of from this fuckin' runnin' joke we call a king."[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Uther[/color][/b]
[i]"See, if I was in Camelot ten years ago, I'd probably have sliced the motherfucker's head off, right? If ya' would believe how many rich gits ya' have out there who would pay top coin for a king's head. Yeah, I hate this asshole. Uther has a lotta' enemies and for good reason, if nothin' else then 'cause of his incompetence."[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Ani[/color][/b]
[i]"We've been apart for a while now. Hope shit's goin' well for her, I really do. I mean, I don't hate Ani...I just don't like her much, right...?"[/i]

[b][color=ed1c24]Morgana[/color][/b]
[i]"It's funny how everyone in the royal court 'cept Uther is intelligent, ain't it? Morgana has a good head on her shoulders. Guinevere also trusts her with everythin' she's worth and that means that I trust her as well...though I wonder what will become of Morgana. She ain't the prince and she ain't on line to the throne. Will this play out the same way it has so many times in the past? Royal courts are after all a fuckin' battlefield of power."[/i]

[color=ed1c24][b]Aiden[/b][/color]
[i]"The healer? Hm, I guess you can say we've grown kinda' close during my short time at the castle. Aiden's a kindhearted guy, someone who'd befriend ya' no matter what. He also immediately took a likin' to Fang and takes care of him from time to time when Arthur has me run his fuckin' errands. Aiden and I...I don't know...I feel like I wanna' hang out with him more but I just feel so awkward around him, ya' know? Is there somethin' there...? Probably not. We're complete opposites. Like...I mean...we're [b]complete[/b] opposites. Aiden's light and I'm friggin' darkness...There's no way in hell our friendship will work out in the end..."[/i]

[color=ed1c24]Seppia[/color]
[i]"One of the most crazy chicks I've ever met...This girl's all about the friggin' party. Met her when I was asked by Ani to help out on a contract to kill a gorgon, no biggie, right...? It was in Capua and we managed to slay the beast but by fuckin' God...before and after we killed that monster, I was pulled into shit I'll never forget. Have ya' ever been to Rome? Have ya'? It's either heaven or hell, dependin' on what ya' make of it. Seppia...oh Seppia made sure this was her heaven. Parties, orgies and gladiatorial games fuckin' galore. Yeah, ya' can stop askin' questions now...I think I said too much when with that last sentence...If people ain't killin' each other there, they're fuckin' each other. Sometimes they do both at the same time...Ani and Seppia got to know each other rather...closely...in Rome. Me...well, it was an...experience..." [/i]
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