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Castor Genadi Addens

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a character in “Element”, originally authored by Kilgannon, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Castor Genadi Addens

ImageType: Fire

Gender: Male

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Castor prefers to be called his first name by most, but will also accept being called Gena by those on friendlier terms with him.

Age: Nineteen.

Appearance: Castor has short blonde hair, the tresses of which fall loosely in every direction, giving him a disheveled appearance. He has light green eyes, each iris adorned by a black ring outlining the color. His pupils are odd, in the sense that they are slit vertically. Although, they are not as narrow as those found in reptiles. He is fairly tall, with lean build, but enough weight to avoid seeming lanky. He prefers to wear more formal attire, despite varying weather conditions. This is usually comprised of a white dress shirt, a black dress vest, black dress pants, and a black bow-tie that is straight initially, but always ends up loosened and lopsided by the end of the day.

Height: 6'5

Weight: 230 lbs

Eye Color: Green

Notable Features: His pupils, his seemingly always formal attire.

Personality: Castor is essentially always calm and collected, even in the most dire of situations. He tends to remain expressionless at all times, exhibiting nothing more than a smirk or a frown when either are provoked. He is often analytic and overtly critical, which makes him come off as terribly blunt most of the time. Those that don't know him very well might mistake his behavior as confrontational.



Likes: Sunny days, sunsets, fancy clothes, sunrises, reading, chess, dueling, writing, music, spicy food, smoking

Dislikes: Rain, thunder, lightning, strong winds, annoying people, most people under the age of sixteen, most people in general

Hobbies: Writing, playing the guitar he salvaged when he was younger, playing chess, reading, antagonizing Jo, smoking

Fears/Phobia(s):
Hydrophobia; Fear of water.
Agoraphobia; Fear of open spaces.
Astrophobia; Fear of thunder and lightning.

Powers: Laser; Castor has the ability to harness the core energy of fire and similar plasma like states and concentrate it into solid streams of burning light.

Weapon: Castor wields and is very skilled with a 16th century era Rapier, along with an off-hand buckler that straps to his free arm for defense. He is capable of both being able to shoot lasers from his Rapier while thrusting, and to envelop the blade in a similar type of energy.

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Castor Genadi Addens's Story

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New Eden City | Rural Fields | 3 PM


"43 versus 32." He tugged at his silver beard, bearing a wryly smile on his ragged leather skin. His threadbare clothing hung from his torso as the old man hunched forward, a heavy gargantuan axe resting upon his muscular shoulder. "You all know the drill." His grin was gleaming with enthusiasm, anticipating the violent scrimmage. "Fire and earth on the right, water and air on the left. Everyone else, stay in the middle. And support, by any means, stays in the back. Do you understand," His wrinkled grey eyes quickly shot a glance in her direction. "Josephine?"

She scoffed at her decrepit old guild leader, plowing the earth beneath her feet with the drop of her hefty mace. Support stay in back. She mocked, glaring off into the horizon. She hadn't belonged to the guild for more than 2 months, and had participated in only one small guild battle. In that time, she had almost been pulled out of the fight due to her incapability to continue her roll as support. She wasn't the "stay back", "stay sheltered" type. She wanted to crack skulls and spit fire, like all of the other stupid mages.

However, one of the major rules in guild scrimmages were "No killing". If it had been considered a war, blood would be shed on both sides. Evidently, one stands as sport, while the other is simply a way to settle conflict. There was no need to start a Guild War over a nice pad and a steam shower. At least, that's what some of the other guild mates had communicated to Jo.

The Alternate Dawn - a guild full of angsty fighters with a lust for hand-to-hand combat, and lead by the prominent wizard Abaloft. The guild - unlike many others - was composed of all types of mages, settling as a home for misfits and oddballs, and those without a full grasp or comprehension of their own powers. Abaloft welcomed all, and hovered over the guild of 32 like a father over his troublesome litter.

Josephine had developed a bit of a soft-spot for the old man, who though, peaking at a ripe 70 years old, remained in amazing physical shape. He was an unsurpassable air mage, who could take even the strongest guild mates down with a single gesture. She envied his otherworldly powers, and though she didn't agree with 90% of his logic, she bit her tongue in times of dispute.

"We're back!" Two members of the guild approached, carrying bags full of cheap food. It was tradition to feast before a scrimmage - Abaloft called it good luck. Josephine felt nauseated at the scent of raw meat, and wandered off towards a scare crow that sat towering over the field. Scrimmages were usually held in the battle center of the larger guild hall, but seeing as TAD was a small guild without many funds or resources, and the opposing guild refused to host the battle, the guild was forced to meet in a local wheat field. The bid was over a multi-million dollar under-ground facility that the opposing guild had won in a previous scrimmage. The idea of leaving the run-down rat-infested guild hall that TAD currently owned was a thought that weight heavily on Josephine's mind, and it was in her best interest to do as her guild leader said and stick to her support roll as a fragile healer. The idea pissed her off, and with a quivering growl, she sent her mace smashing into the hay-stuffed skull of the rugged scarecrow.

After many failed attempts to remove her mace from the splintered wood, she sighed in defeat and sat in the itchy dry wheat, watching as the fire mages focused their powers intently on cooking the raw chicken. Others sat or laid sprawled out in the grass, guzzling down cans of cold beer.

"It's hot." She groaned, shielding her eyes from the sun. Immediately, a shadow stepped in the way, freeing her from the fierce heat.

"Castor," She whined, hugging her knees to her chest. "Bring me a drink, will you?"

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Josephine reached into her pocket, slipping out a slender piece of glass. Dainty polished fingernails tapped against it, and a clear hologram image popped up, revealing bright letters that flashed "3:13".

"Call me Jo-jo again." She threatened, ignoring his offering of freshly cooked chicken. She couldn't eat meat from the bone anyways. Just a reminder of how cruel human beings were. She preferred the oblivious approach to carnivorous eating.

"Castor." She tilted her head back, immediately meeting his earthy reptilian eyes. "Beat him up, will you?" Her childlike plea was nothing more than a persistent annoyance, and she was well aware that he wouldn't comply. However, often in situations of boredom she found herself asking him for things. Perhaps it was simply to get a reaction out of such an inexpressive man.

3:14. The time ticked on, and in the pit of her stomach she felt anxious. The well-fair of others was on her hands today. She squeezed her small fingers around her mace, wondering if it would be a useful tool, or if she'd remain nothing but a petty nurse for the entirety of the battle.

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Castor merely regarded her with a disinterested glance as she requested that he retreive something to drink for her. She knew him well enough at this point to know that he shrugged off petty favor she asked of him. He blatantly ignored the exchange between her and the blind one known as Cecil. Not that the blind one had recognized he was there in the first place, he seemed utterly oblivious to the fact that Castor was standing directly behind where she sat. He hadn't realized that blindess enabled ignorance.

As those two exchanged their brief, but pointless banter, Castor busied himself with surverying the area around them. The guild members were scattered across the field they found themselves in, most on the outskirts, while the three themselves were more in the middle of it all, standing and sitting next a scarecrow that had a mace thrust into its undeserving face. Those on the outskirst were busy getting the 'feast', as their leader had called it, ready. Some kindled fire, others prepared the food and refreshments.

He wasn't entirely all that eager about the fight, he never was, really. But fights, and especially winning them, meant better living conditions, better food, better everything. His hand found itself naturally resting on the hilt of his rapier as Cecil began to touch Jo, his fingers curling loosely around the handle. He didn't have anything against Cecil, no, but it was a basic protective instinct that had been ingrained him since the day he had brought Jo into the guild. She was his responsibility.

He looked down at her as she asked him to beat Cecil up, and he turned his glance to Cecil, the smallest of smirks spreading across his face. His removed his hand from the hilt as he circled around to the front of Jo, placing himself directly between her and the blind one. His hand loosely wrapped around her free wrist and he gently pulled her to her feet.

With his hand still around her wrist, he pulled her along behind him, veering left to curve around Cecil and leave him behind them.

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Tsuki continued to watch from her corner, wondering if she should approach them. Probably not, that wouldn’t be her best choice for survival. That girl seemed to have many friends though… she watched as one of the men pulled her away from the other one, seemingly blind. I wonder if I’m jealous of her… she thought to herself. She never did have a close relationship with anyone from her life on the streets. It was too dangerous, you’d never know who might just betray you and leave you to die. It took great will power just to survive out there at such a young age, but she did it with many close shaves. Mostly, her policy was to get out of everybody’s way and mind her own business, but she can’t help admiring people who are popular and could get along with each other. The time of the battle was drawing closer and closer, and she didn’t like it. “I could always have the double take over though…” She muttered quietly to herself. She was never very good at hand to hand combat, and always ended up sneaking away in the shadows while she used her doubles to buy herself some time. This had worked relatively well, but she was unsure about how it would work in an actual battle, with hardly any places to run. Might as well enjoy herself before the fight. She got up with a sigh and walked out into the clearing, a little hesitant about stepping into the light.

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Cecil sighed as he listened to the others get up. Though still blind, his hand shot out in front of Castor and his eyes met the fire mage's, the dim and nearly pupil-less blue shades meeting an equally unsettling shade of light green adorned with a black slit. "Castor," Cecil said, his smile replaced with a stony expression so very unlike his normally upbeat nature. "I know I don't need to remind you again, but I will. You make sure Jo stays in one piece, got it?" Without waiting for a reply, Cecil stood, hoodie in one hand and the bone from his second leg of chicken in the other and made his way to the front of his guild, next to Abaloft. "Well old man? Isn't it about time we started?" He asked with a sly smirk as he draped the tattered cloth back over his shoulders.