Description

Character Sheets:

Description:

Name: Castor Vongolden
Gender: Male
Age: Ten years old.
Age Appearance: He looks to be in his late teens or early twenties.
Race: Perfectionis
Role: Darling, he's Castor.
Location: In the heart of the quarters of the machine empire.
Orientation: He's not entirely interested in sex, though an attractive person is an attractive person, so matter what.
Status: Single.
Crush: Hm, you seem to think Castor cares enough about others to become emotionally attached.

Castor isn't a large man, he stands at a simple hight of five-foot-eight and is actually a bit on the thin side, but that isn't to say he isn't powerful. His skin is lightly tanned, if he were human one would get the impression that he maybe worked outdoors or enjoyed being outside, his eyes are a dark red color that honestly can look a little intimidating when he glares. His hair is dark brown, straight, and fairly thick. It's rarely neat and falls just barely past his jaw line. He has thick eyebrows that are almost always knitted into a scowl or a more thoughtful expression, and on his left cheek is a marking of the letter "J" it almost looks like a scar, or maybe a strange tattoo, however it's simply a part of his design.

He typically wears clothes in dark colors, browns, blacks, simple slacks, shirts and the odd jacket here and there. He wears a simple pair of hiking boots, all day, every day. For the simple fact that they allow him to get around, he can get them wet, and it's pretty damn hard to ruin them. He's more about practicality than fashion, and he sure as hell doesn't bother with trying to dress in a threatening fashion. Why would he need to?

Personality

Personality:

Castor, to be honest, is a man that many would describe as...Unfeeling. It seems that he just doesn't feel a thing. No remorse, no regret, no guilt. The only emotion anyone every sees from him would be anger, and that honestly doesn't happen often. He's just not emotional, not at all. That fact only makes his work easier. To be honest, he does everything he does out of the sense that he has to do it. He killed the humans to liberate his own kind, now he's rebuilding the world in his image because he's the best candidate to rule as it needs to be ruled...But he knows something that most do not, in order for him to fix the world, he has to break it more.

Likes:
Sitting still and thinking.
Fighting, it brings him a joy he could never explain.
The helpless screams of humans.
Being in charge of things.
Having dominance over others.

Dislikes:
Humans, even just hearing about them makes him angry.
Bright colors.
Children.
Animals.
Heat.

Hobbies:
Making plans.
Thinking about the future.
Reading.

Equipment

Equipment:

Castor prefers ti fight with his mind rather than with weapons, but when he has to fight, he has a long sword that was made specifically for him. It's nothing special, the handle is just black, and it's not even that pretty or anything, but it gets the job done.

He also carries a small gun for when he needs it, it's also nothing special. Castor leaves most of the fighting to those dedicated to his cause. And that's perfectly fine in his opinion. Though, he does know how to use these weapons, and is a very good combatant. He just sees himself as being above battle.

History

History:

Castor still remembers the day he was woken up, his inventor had used his entire soul on him, and it wasn't long before he was so much smarter than any human could ever dream. He saw the oppression of his fellow Perfectionis, and he hated it. He decided enough was enough, he convinced several of them to join him, and began a war that waged for ten years. He built things that would simply irradiate humans, and most Perfectionis joined him, though, sadly, the ones that didn't simply had to be shut down...Permanently. He didn't particularly enjoy doing so: didn't they see he was trying to help them? But he was calloused, felt nothing towards destroying them. Actually, over time, he found himself somewhat enjoying it. It never bothered him, though, it was all a part of what he did.

And he could accept that.