Castiel Starr
❊|Nickname(s)❊|
Cas, Cassie---A shortened form of his name, those are used commonly, and while he doesn’t mind the first one he avoids answering to the second at all costs. It is usually used to tease him, and while he doesn’t detest it he doesn’t enjoy it either.
❊|Age|❊
13 years old
❊|Birth Date|❊
17th of July
❊|Gender|❊
Male, in his human reincarnation form. His titan form is a female one.
❊|Sexual Orientation|❊
Asexual
❊|Titaness|❊
Themis
❊|Side|❊
Undecided. Humankind is not worth risking his life to protect, yet, he is one of them, and have made the same mistakes.
❊|Power|❊
Mind Control-He is able to influence the thoughts and decisions of others simply by looking at them and willing them to do something. Currently his power is quite weak, only able to suggest things in the minds of others, and they can be resisted by a strong will. The stronger the willpower of the person,the harder they are to break and to control. Broken people are the easiest to influence, especially if they are hanging just on the edge of insanity and desperation.
Blocking-If he didn't want to, no one can read his mind, blocking his thoughts from those who can read it.
Thought Projection-He can project his thoughts into the minds of others, usually persuading or encouraging the person to perform that particular action. To break others down, he can project nightmarish images into a person's mind. Performing those tasks are easier for him to perform, other than forcing them to perform actions.
Hair Color || A deep, unusual navy blue, changing shades as the light passes through the strands into a lighter color. Sometimes it could look as dark as a raven black, but most of the time the blue is obvious. Whether this appearance is due to his past life he is not sure. The visions have not told him things that specifically yet, but he suspects it to be of that reason anyway.
Eye Color || His visible eye is of a lighter color than his hair, a light crystal blue like the skies used to be. They are like a lake,easily disturbed with ripples of emotions flashing over their surface before disappearing as quickly as they came. The other eye is one that he hides behind a medical looking eyepatch, even going as far as to sweeping some of his longer bangs over it in an attempt to hide it from view. The eyepatch often attracts some sympathetic looks, and while he usually ignores them they were really getting quite tiring as of late. Behind it, his eye is deep purple, with the mark of a star on it. It is the eye in which most of his powers are concentrated in, and he could almost feel them building up. Pulsing with a gentle glow, he hides his eye for a reason as his powers are mostly destructive, not to mention the queer gazes others will give him. Someone is bound to ask him to pick a side sooner or later, and right now he'd rather not be caught up in the flow of things, preferring to lay low and out of sight for the time being. Until he is prepared for the things that might follow, his eye stays hidden under the excuse of an 'injury'.
Height || 5'0. He is still very sensitive about the fact that his body is simply not growing, and gets extremely annoyed and moody whenever someone brings that up. Being at the age of thirteen, it should only be right that he is taller than he is, but no matter how he tries his body blatantly refuses to cooperate with his efforts. He pretends not to care now, but one can see him on tiptoes or wearing high-heels in order to seem taller when he thinks no one is looking.
Build || Petite. Short is never going to be a word he calls himself, not until the day he dies.
Scars/Markings || His skin is relatively unblemished coming from his upbringing, though his eye is marked with the symbol of a star.
Weaponry || He has no preferable weaponry, and carries around a pistol for the sake of convenience. It is mostly used for self defence as his powers and mainly mental, and Castiel can always make his opponent kill himself.
❊|Personality|❊
Considerate || Whether it is real or forced, Castiel is considerate and polite to anyone and everyone, regardless if they are friends or not. It is almost distant, and his apathetic yet considerate nature makes it hard for others to see under his shell.
Calm || No matter what situation Castiel finds himself in, he always keeps a calm and cool mind around him, trying to think his way out. They can have just seconds to live and he would act like it was a normal day, his expression staying the same. It isn’t so much that he wasn’t afraid of death, he had just stopped caring years ago.
Mature || He is oddly mature for his age, as if he was an adult trapped in a child’s body. Castiel still tries his best to get others to take him seriously because of his young age, but there is no question that he can take care of himself and others. His behaviour is not one of most his age, losing his naivety once he understood the full extent of his powers. With his mind as quick and as calculating as an adult’s, one cannot get away with underestimating him.
Quiet || He doesn’t speak unless he has something of extreme importance to say and learns how to hold his tongue and hide his emotions. Never offending anyone, he is easy to get along with, his naturally shy nature coupled with his weak body had given him quiet and calming air.
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Distrustful || Earning his trust seems to be almost impossible. While he appears to trust you enough on the surface, enough to share secrets and such, he never lets anyone see into his true feelings. Trust is something others can take advantage of, and there are countless times that he had worked to earn someone’s trust just to break them slowly and control them. Therefore, it can be argued that he is afraid of trusting someone. Not even his siblings can quite see past the seamless mask he had put up, hiding the darkest secrets behind an impenetrable surface of polite words and sweet smiles.
Manipulative || He is hesitant to admit to that, but there is no doubt that he is manipulative. His power has given him the impression that most people are pawns, needed to be broken down and used to his advantage. There are times when he loses himself in the sheer strength of his powers, becoming cold and unapproachable, using every tool in his disposal to control others. He doesn't feel anything but grim satisfaction when people fall under his control, and as it is convenient he tortures them both mentally and physically to break their will.
Grudges || He will hold a grudge as long as he remembers, and his memory is quite accurate. Though it is not known by many, he is vengeful and never forgets someone who has wronged him.
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Likes || Sweets, Silence, Plans, Control, Books
Dislikes || Crowds, Being involved, underestimation, cats, physical fighting
Fears || The Unknown, Death
Strengths || Calculating, Empathy, Planning
Weaknesses || Weak strength, Uncooperative, Cynical
❊|History|❊
Castiel was born in England, to a noble family that served the queen. Since he was a child, he had a weak body, unwittingly inheriting his mother's asthma and thus having to stay in most of the time, fearing that strenuous activities might trigger his sickness. Yet, he was a happy child. He parents always taught him that the world outside was a beautiful one, full of color and kindness. They never did tell him much about the real state of the world, hoping to keep that a secret to him until he found out slowly by himself. But they couldn't keep it from him forever. One night, a robber entered their mansion, only to run face to face with Castiel in his bedroom. His parents awoke to screams of pain and terror emitting from their son's room, and ran there immediately. They found the robber lying in a pool of his own blood and Castiel with one of his eyes purple, a star etched into it. The robber had took his knife and stabbed himself in the throat.
His parents hid things as well as they could, trying to convince the shaking boy that it wasn't his fault and hiding the eye underneath the eyepatch. They hoped it would lessen its power, if not seal it away completely. It was when he was still six, the age his powers awoke and so did the voice of Themis in his head. She was the one who whispered the true state of the world into his mind, and though he refused to believe her at first, when he was finally let outside he saw the truth for himself. That was the moment his personality changed. Even his own parents lied to him about the world. Despite knowing that it was out of good intent, he developed a pessimistic and cynical view of the broken world as it is now, unwilling to trust anyone after that. At the age of twelve, he began learning about their work, picking up things quickly on how to control enterprises behind the scenes. He was to be the next to serve the queen after all, and needed to learn how to take up responsibility. Since then, he has been taught how to use an air of detached politeness, upholding their lessons ever since. It is only when eh is with his family does he act like his age once again, shaking off his cold mask.
Castiel never considered himself part of the Titans, only feeling a deep rooted sense of shame for all humankind. Yet, he was part of them, after all, as he is part of the Titans. Suspended on a fine line, Castiel doesn't know who to listen to. Themis is the only one he can truly trust, but she might be biased towards the Titans as well. His only hopes are to lay low as far as possible, hoping that they wouldn't come and find him. Currently, he is on a business trip with his father to New Orleans, just to see how things work. Unbeknowst to him, he is being pulled closer and closer to the outcome he is running from
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