Cassiel Davis
he's a saint with the lips of ax sinner.
he's a saint with the lips of ax sinner.
Cassiel (He adopted the common surname of "Davis" after falling to Earth)
N I C K N A M E (S)
Cas
B I R T H D A Y
Unknown
A G E
22 | 320
S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual | Panromantic
S P E C I E S
Angel (Fallen)
H O M E T O W N
He only knows that of Heaven
H E X
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Cassiel always tries to dress his best, it's merely a personal preference. Button downs, jeans, anything classy that permits to the weather. He's never liked standing out, but if others notice him he always tries to look nice. He also has clear, eye glasses that he only wears on occasion.
H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1'' | 171 lbs
A P P E A R A N C E
Years of living on Earth have not done much to Cassiel's angelic form. Although the boy may have more wear and tear on him than he's used to there's no doubt that he is devilishly handsome. Piercing grey-blue eyes, a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, a set of pouty lips, and skin as clear as the night sky. His hair, a white blonde, sometimes appears white in some lights. He either lets it fall where it may or he styles it with a sloppy look that still makes him decent to bare eyes on. Cas stands about six foot one and weighs about one hundred and seventy-one pounds with a tall and lanky frame. His skin complexion is very pale and never burns.
His most harrowing feature are that of his wings - or at least what used to be his wings. After having them ripped about before the fall has left two large scars starting from the top of his shoulder blades to about mid-back. They are nasty and gnarled looking completely out of place from his pristine appearance. This is something he has showed to no one - and most likely never will.
Q U I R K S
Cassiel likes to constantly lick his lips. He doesn't know why but whenever he is nervous, he'll lick them on instinct. When he is bored, he tap his fingers on hard surfaces that is placed before him. Also, he has a strange obsession to blackberry jam. He loves music in any form as well as playing instruments. Cas can expertly play about 36 instruments as he spent his years learning to play various ones.
L I K E S
Cas is an avid reader and loves just about all kinds of books. He likes to make frequent visits to the library and just sit there and read all day long. By this point he's nearly read every damn book in existence. Rainy and overcast weather tends to make him feel at ease, as do scented candles, incense and lonely walks, often complete with music. Cas enjoys a black cup of coffee or tea in the morning or mid-afternoon.
D I S L I K E S
Cas dislikes most sweets and candy due to their artificial flavor. He has never been too much of a sweet-toothed person and would prefer maybe salted pretzels instead. He hates loud music and parties, it's extremely disorienting to him. Cassiel somehow also detests the taste of alcohol, perhaps this stems from the idea that he cannot get 'drunk'.
Time has had a strange effect on Cassiel. He's lived nearly three decades and in that has lost and found himself many times. His own person, even as his world attempted to pull him into the life set out by his predecessors. He may not be an angel he once was but he is someone who values others deeply, someone that sticks around even if heâs hurt in the process. Maybe blind charity is his form of rebellion some what his two cents back into the world, but it's never been so blind as the hate spewed by the people he once knew - once called family.
He does not lack selfish whim, in fact, most his being can be summed up as selfishly distancing himself from the idea of being hurt. A lonely guy that dumbs himself down and pretends to be happy even when all he wants to do is curl up and wither away. Cas has learned through the years not to attach himself to others. Hence his ultimate punishment, to watch those he loves grow old and die. This hardened him, scarring him from ever allowing himself to love again.
The absolute first thing most notice about him is he tends to be alone all the time, a mere shadow in the background. However, through this he has become a very observant individual. Combined with someone's stray thoughts and body language he notices things that others might not. Something that most don't see or overlook about Cas, is truly how vulnerable he is as a person. Underneath the steely and cold demeanor, he is one of the most kind, caring and passionate individuals. After all he was an angel and loved all creation. Perhaps, too much. However, he keeps this side of him locked up deep in his mind, but it occasionally resurfaces with the right people.
From this Cassiel became a very guarded individual. All these years on Earth has made him something of a cynic. It was devastating to him at first seeing how much hatred walked the Earth after believing it to be something else for so many years. He knows that even after all these years on Earth he is still being watched from above. Friendships, companions, anything that makes him happy is just some cruel punishment crafted by his once brothers and sisters.
More than anything Cassiel feels truly lost. After having walked the Earth for so many years he has begun to lose hope that he'll never truly be happy again.
A N G E LxX.P H Y S I O L O G Y
As a fallen angel, Cassiel is stripped of most of his angelic powers, but can still manipulate the minds of weak willed humans, possess them for short periods, as well as use limited telekinesis and telepathy.
Cas's biggest weakness is one of his feathers, the remnants of which he keeps tightly locked away. If a feather is burned, he will die along with it. Otherwise, he is nearly indestructible. If Cas is impaled or struck in the scars created when his wings were ripped out (usually spanning from shoulder blades to kidney area) he will be temporarily immobilized/paralyzed and this sensation causes immense pain. Unfortunately, ever sense Cas has fallen he has not been able to feel physical pain or sensations.
The only way for Cassiel to regain his wings and angelic abilities/title is by saving someone's life. If he successfully saves another being from death he will regain his wings and full powers and be named a guardian angel of that individual.
H I S T O R Y
Some angels are born, others are made. Cassiel was one of the few angels to have been made, his purpose - a soldier of heaven. He never really remembers what most call 'childhood', he simply existed. Cas looks the same as the day he was created, save for his magnificent ivory wings that once sprouted from his shoulder blades.
It's fair to say that, despite his previous status as an angel of the First Hierarchy, Cassiel never really did quite fit in. Estranged from the others, Cas saw humans in a different light. Although it was assumed that all angels loved creation most were merely bitter from having to be almighty babysitters to the sinful little things. Cassiel was amongst the few who spent some of his days on Earth, fraternizing with mortals wasn't illegal but it wasn't necessarily smiled upon. Unfortunately, he got a little too attached to a mortal female and often visited her as much as he could eventually falling in love. While socializing with humans wasn't forbidden for an angel - engaging in romantic relations with them certainly was. It was only a matter of time before he was caught - it wasn't like he had many friends in heaven for that matter.
He was promptly stripped of his title, and served a few months in shackles while they decided his sentence. Which to his dismay was banishment from heaven and the removal of his wings. At the time, Cassiel couldn't imagine himself as anything other than an angel. That had been his whole life, his purpose. Who was he if he wasn't Cassiel Astra, of the stars. The process of the removal of his wings was worse than he could've imagined. Even after living for three centuries he couldn't imagine a more excruciating pain greater than that.
After he fell, Cas was lost and broken. He first sought out the girl he fell in love with, only to find that she had died a month before he fell. He fell into a deep depression and after numerous attempts of reconnecting with heaven eventually gave up. It was the darkest time in his life, and a time he'd never like to revisit. Eventually he met another fallen angel by the name of Uriel, who took him in for the a few years to help him adjust to his new life on Earth. Uriel helped him regain some of himself back, and over the years Cas grew better. Still there was no denying the darkness permanently stitched to his heart.
Cas learned to lay low, Uriel suggested he spend his days studying, reading, traveling, mortal things to keep the mind off of eternal damnation to Earth. And so he did just that. Cassiel dropped his full name, going by just Cas and adopted a last name 'Davis' to fit in better with the humans around him. He's been everywhere in the world at least twice, knows 6,500 different languages, can recite some of the world's most profound literature and more. It's amazing what the mind will do when you have hundreds of years to waste.
After a while, he began to get bored with so much adventure and decided to lay low awhile in the states for a couple of years. Greythorne was the twelfth supernatural town he had come across in his time on Earth. So to him they were rather rare. Suffice to say - even though he's only been there for a week - he quite enjoys the quaint town. Although he's abstained from meeting the locals (he's learned his lesson), he seems to want to stay a while. He just hopes the town doesn't end up like the other eleven before it.
