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Cassius has very pale skin with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes are a Hazel Green, the green clearly is more discernible than his tones of brown and gold. Typically he wears rounded square like glasses. 

His eyebrows themselves are Dark, Jet black; which is an interesting contrast considering his hair is naturally a rich, silky chocolate brown. His hair itself is often either shoulder length, or just shy of it by two inches with layers; mostly so it does not get in the way.  In addition, the hair is wavy. 

His face has a slightly oval shape to it with decently high cheek bones that jut out. A Small chin that is pronounced enough, not very receded, but not just jutting out. 

Perpetually has has a blank expression for the most part; could be interpenetrated as sad due to the lack of general motions. As such, you can see visible strain in his expressions when he is forced to smile, even if just a basic range of sarcasm.


For his attire, he wears a Black Tanktop, with a flowey sleeveless Tunic like shirt that rest slightly over his thighs, it is a black color as well. He wears Black shorts; though at first glance you will not be able to tell he is wearing shorts due to his long boots that he wears over his legs that extend past his knees. The boots are very secure with a slight heel. 

These boots offer good protection without impeding his motions. 

Over his tunic, he wears a large coat with sleeves and embroidered cuff. At the waist there is a strap on the inside of the coat, as is there one located at the breast. The purpose of these straps is to keep fastened around the body. It very much is colored after his name; which consist of Black, Dark Blue, to a Dark Lavender color in places. It however is mostly blue. 

The attire hides his weapons well, as well as his myriad of disposable arrows.


Name: Cassius Alexandros Svent

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Mistral

Physique:
Stands at roughly 6ft, 190lbs, slender arms with slightly thicker thighs and hips, large feet with Lynx ears and a tail. 

Race: Feline Faunas. 

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Personality: Cassius is distant in a social sense when he isn't putting on a fake smile, dancing to allure or provoke a reaction... And he hates that part of him. But it was the part of him that got results so he could even have a stable life. Cassius is quite insecure due to the reality he is pretty self made without any real guidance, and as such has a hard time putting faith in himself... Questioning if he really did the best he could. The distance he felt with his parents most of his life does not help this, but he does appreciate the help they have given him prepare for a life that would keep him safe.

Yet, without the facade, there is no smile. There is no joy. There is just a sad, mourning expression hidden in his eyes. Even in anger, he grieves in his ignorance of his lack of understanding emotions, or the notion of love and dependency... He fears all of it. Fears it would only make him weaker to compromise. He never really had friends to experience positivity, or anyone to love to have any type of meaningful, loving relationship. Quite paradoxically, as much as he might want a charming man, he feels unworthy. There is nothing for him there -- at least so he believes. 

The front he puts on when he isn't entertaining is that of forensics, and wit. When placing himself behind him, he can be quite analytical, and have sarcasm that gives perspective, or just a way to make an ass out of someone. And when angered from when someone pushes his moody attitudes, he is prone to vulgar outburst. Going as far as to go for the jugular based on what he knows and perceives about someone. It is here he is cold as ice, and hot as fire; striking when the iron is hot.

Sometimes he can be unapologetically dismissive, Apathetic, Sassy, Snarky, and downright Condescending. 

But when he isn't apathetic and not fully acting on self serving nature, he can be an extreme opposite; caring and compassionate. It is when he gets attached, he fears acting on it, and losing whatever is there. It is this reason he would prefer to remain distant. Else he could come off as paternal, caring... Qualities he fears having. 

Yet with his semblance, he knows he very much can control who lives and who dies when circumstances play out. He has to play his hand; and as such can be cunning, and cruel. Even with his fear of attachment, he'd never truly leave his team to die if there is anything he can do. 

In a fighting situation, he would very much prefer to end the altercation quickly, and with little effort as possible. 

Another curious side is he has a weakness to things he perceives as "Cute".

In many ways, Cassius hates himself to the point where he would willingly try to deprive himself of social interaction if it does not benefit him, to that end... he is selfish to uphold being distant as he is allowed to be.  

Likes:
- Cassius loves cute animals such as domestic cats, or well tamed dogs. 
- He likes Honey Battered Chicken, Pizza, and Gyros; he is quite the picky eater. 

- He likes fashion to a degree, even if he admits designing with his color in mind is very impractical due to the nature of it's range of complexity. 

- In a Fight, he prefers to think smarter and not harder. 
- Likes to Bake occasionally.
- Likes to Read books, typically fantasy. 
- Quiet places, typically in isolation where he can just collect his thoughts. 
- Being left alone; while he can warm up, it will not be easy to change his heart here. 
- To one degree or another, Men around his age; but he'd be far too shy to admit that, and actively hates this side of him. Preferably those closer to his height with a toned form. 

Dislikes:
- Being put on the spot. 
- Being used by others. Any type of Vegetarian diet. 
- Racial politics, and politics in general; he much rather not have to worry about any of that... Mostly because he is aware of no matter how many freedoms someone has, does not mean you can just change the hearts of others so easily. 
- He does not like forced interaction. 
- The idea of dating anyone.
- His own sexuality.  

- Changing in front of others; despite any form of fitness, he is quite shy of his body. 
- Being told to act a way that he otherwise would never act. 
- Hypocrites. 

Fears:
- The White Fang. 
- People trying to get too familiar with him. 
- Fighting for a pointless cause. 
- Being wrong, and not having all the facts to make an informed decision. 
- His indecisiveness. 
- Attachment. 
- The notion of loving.
- Dependency; both being depended on, and depending on someone. 

Motivation: Simple, he wants to do something with his life where he does not have to sit in one place and achieve nothing. If he is going to waste him life to any capacity, he rather it be doing something he deems productive, or helpful -- or at the very least find value in himself in becoming a Huntsmen. At least then he would not feel like a waste of skin. 

Brief Bio: As someone born in Mistral, not everything was kind to him, not people,not classmates, not his employers. He didn't really have much when living in the low class house. It wasn't discrimination that put him there, but the sins of the father, and actions of the mother. Both of his parents are Faunus, and Hunters. To him, a beautiful name didn't mean anything to him if he was neglected for his parent's busy lives... It didn't really matter if his mother came from a prestigious tribe that was known for their healing arts; it was her over exhausted nature that made Cassius distant from his family. To him, he had no value in his name. At least his father trained him to fight for himself. Sometimes his mother as well. He just wish he was not caught up from... having to run from the White Fang.

Working from low income, such as helping around with stocking in stores... He had a vain want to present himself as more than gutter trash; with what money he saved up, he bought nice clothing that fit his name sake, took up some form of dancing to show off... it made him feel disgusted with himself that he had to flaunt himself to get anywhere; to him it was perverse. He hated being a dancer that people favored, and he hated every moment people wanted more... He didn't feel appreciated past his physical form. It was this that tainted his perspective of Faunus and Humans equally.

It didn't help he saw many White Fang Riots on what little of the news he could see. His family somewhat at war with them as peacekeepers meant they had to avoid living in obviously nice, wealthy looking homes. It made him always fear for his life... And rightfully so. His family was a target, and by extension, he would be too, especially the more people made note of who he was. His training and specially made weapon came in handy in more than one occasion, with the hidden, heavy Arrows he always had stashed on him, he was a force to be reckoned with, especially if he could sense vitals... Through tweaks, he even had a grappling hook hidden in his Bowblade for the Bow form. This helped him get away from altercations. To have his own money... He needed this for when he couldn't depend on others.

With the White Fang in the shadows,he was getting afraid to go to Haven Academy... During the foggy morning, his parents packed Cassius belongings, and gave him a new Scroll. "Speak your last name to no one. Go to Vale. I've let the Headmaster know of the events going around your life. With results, he thinks you may be qualified. You will be safe in Vale, safer than you are here. This key belong to one of the nicer apartment complexes, you'll be living on the second floor. Speak to no one. And keep to yourself. For the next Four years you will be watched over by an old friend. In the next month, you will be starting your new Life getting the proper training of a Hunter. If danger strikes, you will have people at your side." This being said to him by his mother, she skulked with him in the shadows as they took an airship to Vale. He was told to be strong...

With the day drawing closer, he decided to bury his anxiety to the best of his abilities... But he knew he wasn't going to outright trust others, much less like them. He however knew his efforts may eventually pay off. But putting on a joyous Facade would be incredibly hard. "Effort is all I need... I can do this." 

Semblance:The Hands of Life and Death: These Duel Aspects Consist of Light and Darkness. With Light, it is used to heal Humans and Punish Grimm. Where Darkness will do the opposite. In addition, he can see the pulses in the body of all living things, this helps makes up for his lacking eyesight, as well as lets him see physical weaknesses in the body, or at least vital areas to strike. 

When in close range, he can coat his weapon in the dark element with a bit of concentration, he can also fire this said element out of his Bow, same for a bolt of healing light. When hands on, Cassius can place whatever energy on a desired target to either heal their wounds, or damage them. In some cases, he might absorb a slight portion of their energy for his own, he can however give his energy to someone else to directly empower them by sacrificing it to an ally. 

Despite how versatile his semblance is, he isn't as well versed with it, and only starts with the basics of seeing pulses, healing others, and shooting dark blast. 

Weaponry:Eclipse: His weapon is a curved blade that can be used with fluid motions to both deflect, and use as a proper blade, but when it unfolds into a bow, he mounts it on his left arm, practically able to use it as a bow, as well as a impromptu buckler shield. Because of the fact it does not use bullets, he has to have special, and durable arrows that can be used practically. Some of the Arrow heads are for different applications, he however is wary of using Dust, but does have some well concealed in some of his arrows. 

Other: Cassius knows very little in terms of martial arts, and this helps him weave strikes with his arrows, but he prefers to avoid confrontation if there are others present. He uses his semblance to plan around the fight, or decide to take detours when alone, mostly to avoid wasting unnecessary energy, or just so he can preform a debilitating attack to incapacitate his enemy. 

Despite his use of night vision, his eyesight is not that great without his glasses. However his semblance more than makes up for this weakness-- even if the range of the pulses he can see are a max of 15 - to 25 meters.

Tends to have mixes for himself in his supplies he will be keeping his room; surprisingly, all over the counter based items.
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