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Caspian Ozpin

"We're off to see the Wizard"

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a character in “Just A Child's Tale”, as played by InakoUchiha




⌠ “The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” ~ J.M Barrie ⌡


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Caspian Douglas Ozpin
.: Caspian Sea | Dark River | Wizard of Oz :.

Cas - Cassie


August 20th | Leo/Virgo Cusp
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Caspian has always had a belief in mermaids, and magic. It was, and still it the base of who he knows he is. He frankly loves mermaids, because they aren't all good. Like people, they helped him cope with the ideal of good and bad.



His eyes, they're a deep green. The type of green that turns to a yellowish haze in the sun, and a blackish moss in the dark. His eyes are every aspect and shade of the word green, and he loves them. So do the fellas ;)

Well, he has a lot of insecurities. His sexuality is primarily one of them. While, he does openly flirt with guys, his personality somewhat writes this up as a joke. It writes him off as being a sarcastic, and funny person. He just thinks everyone will hate him if they knew.

Cas is a pretty kid. He looks a bit like his elder brother, the only family he's ever known. He has warm green eyes, that tend to change shade. The centers are almost golden in color, and melt outwards. His skin is a dark tan, due to his time as a kid and student being outside. He's about 5'7, so he's short for a twenty-one year old. His body is oddly fit, and toned from years of working out.



ISFJ┃Neutral Good┃Phlegmantic

As an ISFJ, Caspian is shown to be introverted. He prefers to stray away from people, as he knows something is bound to happen. He's not really comfortable in most social situations. Due to him often being silent, Cas is very observant. He's capable of picking up subtle hints of body language. He's very intuitive, as he can tell what other's are feeling rather than ignoring it. Cas often takes things too personally, any criticism about him, feels like a personal attack. He's also reluctant to change, and would prefer not doing anything differently. He has a routine, and would like to stick with it, he's not one for randomness. Castiel's archetype, would be Neutral Good. Because, he just does good. Because it's good. He feels full, but it allows him to stay unbiased. So in arguments he won't feel compelled to go against the mediator position. Caspian is phlegmatic, meaning he's normally shy and easily intimidated. People can easily use him for their own purposes, and he feels bad if he says no. He honestly has no backbone, and is rather indecisive. He's also in fear of being rejected and harmed for his sexuality, so he just simply keeps it to himself.

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Coffee ▶ Books ▶ Quiet Places ▶ Owls ▶ the Ocean ▶ Mermaids ▶ Mythology ▶ Paganism ▶ Nice People ▶ Cats ▶ Todrick Hall ▶ Bright Colors ▶ the Wizard of Oz ▶ His Elder Brother ▶ Motorcycles ▶ Anything with Water ▶ Nice Guys

▶▶ Eνєяутнιηg уσυ ωαηт, вυт αт α ρяιcє ◀◀


Black Coffee ◀ Incorrect Literature ◀ Imbeciles ◀ Homophobia ◀ Spiders ◀ Bugs in General ◀ Seagulls ◀ Monotheism ◀ Dogs ◀ Himself ◀ Large Animals ◀ Republicans ◀ Heights ◀ Rumors ◀ Heavily Wooded Areas ◀ Small Spaces


Drinks a lot.
Bites his lip.
Vulgar mouth.

Following Orders Caspian is excellent at following orders, because he doesn't really question them.
Silence He's extremely quiet at times, which makes stealthy movement a strong point for him.

Timidity Being extremly shy, he is prone to easily break under pressure. He can also never go to his fullest potential.
Physical Strength He's not very strong, he could easily be overpowered.

Underground Areas
Heavily Wooded Areas



His parents left him and his brother on the streets of New York. They never cared. His brother, Oliver, cared for them. Even created their last name, based off of Caspian's favorite movie. His elder brother worked hard, being fifteen years older, he made sure Cas stayed in school. He would work his butt off for Caspian and himself. He often told Caspian stories of mermaids, and how there were good ones and bad ones. Like people. they weren't always good. People might seem loving but in reality can be cold. Eventually Caspian and Oliver made it through school, Caspian becoming a baker, and his brother becoming a chef.

They owned their own cafe for awhile, Caspian becoming increasingly shy, and his brother becoming increasingly ill. Caspian had taken up two more jobs to save up for his brother's impending medical bills. He taught swimming to younger kids, and watched kids for a richer family in their neighborhood. He was often pushed over, and walked on, but he just thought of himself as a mermaid going through a tough storm. He never gives up, even if it hurts him. He will go through any length to protect his family.

He eventually starred in a remake of the Wizard of Oz playing the Wizard himself. So he had enough to pay for his brother's medical bills, and his brother got better. He never relented, because he knows his storm isn't over.

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Oliver Ozpin // Elder Brother

❖ C R E A T O R ❖
Modified by Shirogane
Permission to use requested and granted

So begins...

Caspian Ozpin's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Iris Montgomery Character Portrait: Ryden Burnham Character Portrait: Leonard Hardwick Character Portrait: Caspian Ozpin Character Portrait: Peter Lukeson Character Portrait: Allison Bonneville
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Holding the book in his hands, Ryden watched his two children from behind pages of Atlas Shrugged. They all were bundled up on his bed, waiting impatiently for their nightly storytelling. It was a ritual of theirs to send them to bed with their minds swimming with good stories. Nightmares don't happen if you dream about being a dragon. Setting the book on the nightstand, Ryden leaned in close to his children. Emelia wore a big grin, hugging onto one of the pillows and kicking her feet.

"Since Alex got an A on his test, he gets to pick what the story is about."

There was a mixture of protests and cheers, his son slamming his fists down onto the mattress as he got to his knees, "One about a hero fighting a monster! The little boy exclaimed, his twin pouting next to him as Ryden began his story. It always felt organic, making up a tale that captivated his children. They were always a good inspiration for his novels. They sat there, listening to him intently, their attention never leaving as he painted worlds around them. As he spoke, Ryden caught Olivia in the doorway, a small smile on his lips.

"I think it's time for bed," He said after a bit, causing the twins to protest. "It's a school night, now go and I'll come tuck you in." As the two kids slid off of the bed and left the room, Ryden got up and walked over to his wife. She smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips.

"I didn't think I'd be at work so late," She said with a quiet sigh, pulling her hair out of a bun, "What did they have for dinner?" Olivia looked drained as she looked up at Ryden. Bags hid noticeably behind her concealer, her movements sluggish and exhausted from a long shift at the hospital.

"Macaroni and cheese," He chuckled, shrugging at her look of irritation, "I'm no chef, Dear. I ordered take out for you, it's in the fridge. I need to go work on my novel so I'll be in my office."

He gave her a gentle kiss on her temple before leaving the bedroom, his shoulders sagging as he heard her muttering about the liquor he hid in his office. He was getting over his constant addictions but it was always easy for him to fall back. It was a demon, coaxing him with a promise of pleasure and a cure for his depression. It wrapped its black fingers around his eyes and forced him to ignore all he cherished. Sinking into a seat in his office, he eyed the bottle of spirits before grabbing it and pouring a small drink. One drink won't kill me. He thought to himself, taking a sip and grimacing at the burn that slithered its way down his throat.


Cold water doused Ryden's sleep into a sputtering of curses. Covering his face with his hands, he wiped the water away from his eyes. God, he didn't even want to look up, a pounding against his skull so fierce he thought he was dying. "Get up!" He heard a screech, groaning as the noise made his head feel as if it had been cracked. "I said get up!" The voice boomed again, delivering a hard kick to his side.

"Jesus fuck, give me a minute!" He snapped back, pulling himself into a sitting position before fully opening his eyes. He was greeted with the grimace of an old man, teeth rotted out and dressed in rags. He was sitting in straw, a horse watching the two from its stall. There are no horses in Boston. He thought to himself, gripping at his head. Was he dreaming? What kind of vivid trip was this? Had he relapsed? All these thoughts went through his head simultaneously, the old man yanking him by his shirt.

"Who the fuck 'er you?" He demanded, "Why are you slumberin' with my horses?" The old man asked, a chortle following as he gave Ryden a peculiar look.

Ryden didn't respond, only watching the old man in confusion. "I am terribly sorry, but where am I?" He asked, picking some straw out of his hair. Everything smelled of horse shit, he was now soaked and his skull felt as if it were about to split in half. What the Hell was going on?

"The village of Tiel."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Tiel of Kyrik, boy!" He laughed, the sound turning into a whooping cough, "How much did ya drink to not remember where you are?" Standing up, Ryden felt his heart seize in his throat. He was still in the clothes from last night. The last thing he could remember was drinking a bit while working on his story. "Yer a peculiar looking fellow. You come from across the ocean?"

Shaking his head, Ryden walked out of the barn. He was on a farm, a valley stretching out for miles all around. In the distance was a town, the buildings looking run down and almost primitive. He couldn't help the panic that started to bud in his stomach. He needed to get home to his kids and wife. Hopefully, someone from the town could help him. He started walking towards it, ignoring the geezer as he called for him back. Someone must know what to make of this.