â"Humans are quite fragile; they break easily. If mine shatters on the way over here, that means that everything is over and I can go back to my regular life, right?"â
âĻTheme
The Black Ghosts || Full Moon
Plan B || Recluse
â"Oh? You want to know more about me? There isn't much to unearth about a loyal Dokkalfar following his King's orders to the end.. I hope you weren't too daft to let that sarcasm pass over your head."â
âNicknameâ
Cai || Wren | CeeCee {If you wish to live, avoid these names}
âAgeâ
Looks to be 19
âGenderâ
Male
âRaceâ
Dokkalfar
âRole:â
Dokkalfar 3
âFace Claim:â
Tomoe || Kamisama Kiss
â"I find it peculiar how humans waste so much time on achieving "perfection" and "beauty".. perhaps it is because they are trying to mask their true ugliness?"â
âHair Colorâ
An illuminated silver.
âEye Colorâ
Ranges from a frost mauve to an opaque rose.
âSkin Toneâ
Flawless snow.
âHeightâ
5'9''
âWeightâ
120 lbs
âPhysical Descriptionâ
Sending Caerin a first glance, many agree wholeheartedly that there exists only one word to sum up his appearance; ethereal. Walking on that fine line between feminine refinement and masculine crudeness, this young man is absolutely a fine specimen of idealistic beauty from every angle, both as a human and a Dokkalfar alike. Possessing a crown of free-flowing tresses of illuminated silver, their tips brushing at the jaw-dropping length of his waist, and messily cut bangs that's strands lay hap hazardously across his forehead, it's one of the first things others notice about this particular young man; the carefree attitude dispelling from his hairstyle. The next are typically a tie between his unwavering stare and the unique attributes of his Dokkalfar form. Caerin, unlike the others of his race, doesn't hold boldly colored orbs like Arik or Asmund.. instead, one might say they are on par with his cold-hearted attitude. Slanted and narrowed in shape, akin to a feline's, Caerin's eyes are of a frost mauve, the slitted black pupils stark against the almost non-existent color. Of course, they are a spark of envy among many females..with a guarded, mysterious, all-knowing gleam and a curtain of thick lashes, it isn't hard to see why many can get lost in them. As for the his other uniqueness..well... can we just say Caerin's real form is just perfect for his house-cat likeness? A ground-sweeping tail, similar in shape and size to a fox's, animalistic ears protruding from several inches above where 'normal' ears would be located, sharpened canines, and wickedly pointed nails tying the whole look together.
In his human form, the disgusting skin Caerin is forced to wear once a year, one could even say his beauty is still unwavering. However.. there are some modifications to his new appearance, modifications that suit a 'normal' person. Instead of flawless snow, his other form possess a glowing ivory, just the slightest touch of rose undertones evident. Those masculinely feminine features have been softened to have a more boyish appeal, each tiny detail dispelling a sense of playful mischievousness. The illuminated silver waterfall has been darkened to a light brown, akin to milk chocolate, with darker streaks of mocha providing some depth to the hue.. though, there is one thing Caerin refused to change about the tresses;the length. Still the same waist grazing amount, Caerin has just simply secured the mass into a high ponytail, the fastening beginning a string with fluffed tassels on the end, the bangs still holding the carefree grown out style. Other than that, pretty much the only major change would have to be his eyes. With that feline-esque shape and gleam still evident, the orbs have been provided with an alluring aqua color. In all actuality, that's how he pulls his targets in..once they make eye contact, they are as good as possessed.
â"People are idiots, Dokkalfar and Human alike. They always promise things with empty words filled with spur-of-the-moment passion without ever once considering how to uphold them or their consequences. Idiots."â
âPotential Interestâ
N/A, he despises humans and there does not exist female Dokkalfar.
âSkillsâ
- âĻ Emotionally Intuitive || Caerin is no stranger to the constant mood swings and emotional fluxes of those around him nor is he daft enough to ignore them. As such, this particular young man has become quite well rehearsed in reading other's underlying feelings.
âĻ Parkour || True to his feline nature, Caerin is extremely fluent in climbing odd objects or running over them. The typical use of this ability? To lounge in trees, away from others.
âĻ Green Thumb || A surprising talent to many, Caerin actually possesses a green thumb, whatever he plants or nurture seems to flourish under his guiding touch.. He has even nursed dead plants back to life.
âAbilitiesâ
Precognition
The ability to perceive future events before they occur.
- â Luck Detection || By touching a person, he can tell how much luck that individual holds and whatever scenario may rise from that. For example, a person with high luck may show him, in his mind, them winning at a round of poker and becoming wealthy. On the other hand, a person with low luck may project an image of them slipping on ice that upcoming winter and breaking their back.
â Death Sense || By coming into contact with another's blood, Caerin can detect when that individual will die, how they will die and how, or how not to, prevent it.
â Empathetic Precognition || To see other's past lives or their future lives when subjected to their intense emotions.
â"'Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groaned for and would die.' I believe that it is time for My King to follow that wise saying and put these frivolous kidnappings to rest.. after all, he won't find her."â
âOther:â
Any other important information
âHabitsâ
- â Lowering Eyelids || Pretty much following any emotion, Caerin noticeably lowers his eyelids when looking at someone or enjoying his pipe.
â Thumb Nail Biting || When perplexed, Caerin lightly bites his right hand's thumb nail.
â Avoiding Eye Contact || When dealing with humans, Caerin makes it a point to avoid making eye contact when talking..that is, unless they have earned his respect or piqued his interest.
âLikesâ
- âĨ Solitude || Much like a cat, Caerin prefers to be social.. on his own whim. Whenever he doesn't feel like talking to his fellow Dokkalfar, he finds pleasure in being alone.
âĨ His Pipe || The number one way he chooses to relax, if someone dare takes it from him..well.. let's just hope that never happens.
âĨ Perplexing Others || What better way to do this than to tell them his shady predictions? My how he loves watching them fret.
âDislikesâ
- â Being in his Human Form || Seeing as Caerin DESPISES nothing more than humans, one can imagine the detest he has for when he has to wear their disguise.
â Humans || Bound to be on this list, every single one that he has met has been no different than the last...all pining, conniving creatures that only know three things; lust, violence, and greed.
â Rash People || Being level-headed, he finds anyone who acts in the spur of the moment or on their emotions to be less than pleasant.
âStrengthsâ
- âĒ Being Reserved || Caerin doesn't form relationships..therefore, it's easier to dispose of others as he wishes.
âĒ Calm || In any situation that calls for panic, he is the 'Eye of the Storm'... also known as the person who keeps their head.
âĒ Control of his power || Thankfully, Caerin has a firm grip on his power..both a blessing and a curse for his allies and his enemies respectively.
âWeaknessesâ
- â Isolation || Seeing as Caerin isn't extremely sociable, it makes him a weak link. After all, who are you going to target first? The loner or the person surrounded by others?
â His Strong Emotions || While there aren't many, Caerin does hold a very passionate emotion for hate and disgust. As such, it sometimes clouds his decisions or opinions of others.
â His Hair || As vain as it sounds, Caerin adores his long hair. As such, he pays it great care and will hardly do anything that could get it dirty or have the possibility of being cut.
â"To survive this world, one has to learn to be on par with it's cruelty. As such, I'm no longer a pawn to it's fate but a King."â
âPersonalityâ
Level-headed | Reserved | Clever | Hateful
There really isn't that much to say about this particular Dokkalfar than the harsh truth. A young man who is tagged to be too 'well-read', Caerin has developed, over the years, a certain anti-social streak in him that would have most normal parents (that is, if Caerin had any..) worried to wit's end. Because of this result that spurred through his connection with inanimate objects, Caerin is most notable for being incredibly reserved and apathetic, 'the Statute' if one was to ask the others of his kind. Level-headed continuously, his voice never raising a pitch higher than normal, one can't help but to question if he is actually quick-witted or if he has any strong emotions. Of course, those who ponder these type of questions soon have the answer revealed to them.
Beneath that stoney, impish outer layer, Caerin holds onto an emotion stronger than any other; Hate. Despising humans with the entirety his being, mind you he has good reason to, Caerin isn't one to be on the welcoming committee for the maidens he is forced to captured. In fact, he almost finds some glee in the event of Arik snubbing them.. after all, his thought is "why should we sink to savagery?". Slightly sadistic, a negative quality indeed, Caerin also has another prominent streak of a good quality turned rotten; he is extremely clever. Coupled with his hate, this particular Dokkalfar is one who many fear to anger..and for good reason.
â"Far too often do others dismiss the past, never once recounting the lesson it has taught you. Those are the fools who die an untimely death."â
âHistoryâ
"Basically my history stretches on longer than you can even comprehend, human. Got it? As such, it's a waste of time for me to tell you about something that you would just fall asleep not even 30 minutes into or about my tales full of metaphors and philosophical meaning that would go over your head... However...seeing as much as you are prying.. Fine. I'll tell you about my relationship with Arik and Asmund and why it is so strained to this day.
A long time ago, Asmund brought his maiden back, a young woman with blazing red hair identified as "Kraehe". To make a long story short, Arik fell in love with her -much to my distaste mind you.. a human gaining my lord's affections?! disgusting- but Asmund also held the same feelings. I must say it was quite entertaining watching Vlad struggle to keep his emotions under wraps.. though I will admit that my King was pretty daft. He didn't see their connection until several months later! Heh.. furious can't even spell out Arik's anger towards his 'best friend'.. luckily, My King didn't really act in anger. Thank the heaves for that.. I'm sure Asmund would be rotting in the Earth by now if he had. Now for the part that involves me.. it was a few days away from my 'future-Queen''s turning into a Dokkalfar that a vision came to me. The vision of her death. Naturally, I felt compelled to tell her, watch her squirm..but, to my surprise, she just graciously took it as a 'sign of her fate'. Even more shocking; she went through with the ceremony! Never once has my predications held faulty in them and, sure enough, Kraehe passed. It wasn't long until Arik found out about my vision and how I hid it from him.. needless to say, he was wrathful. Asmund, despite holding spite for me, protected me from my King's violence..however, I sense he is still sore about it to this day."
â"Are we done here? I would like to go back to smoking my pipe."â