Rumpelstiltskin
Banned
- AKA
- L, Castiel, Scotty Mc Dickerson
i lolledLokka's exhausting battle with the Apartment is now available for all to see.
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i lolledLokka's exhausting battle with the Apartment is now available for all to see.
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Also re-done version of Castiel
Name: Castiel De Lioncourt
Age: 22
Physical Appearance:
After emerging from his cryo-chamber Castiel comes to grips with his physical appearance, his stasis unit being damaged for such a long time has caused slight ageing and as a result his normal medium length hair is now longer and covers his eyes. The hue of his hair has also changed going from black to a dark blood red colour; his eyes also have changed to the same blood red colour.
The cryo-chamber has continued it’s daily regiment of drug injections also as Castiel’s muscles have continued to grow since he was discarded from the programme. His skin has retained it’s pale colour and the bags he once carried under his eyes seem to have dissipated over time leaving him as the image of innocence.
Castiel’s physical shape is that of a well-toned individual, showing definition in his arms and legs without being over bulky and inhibiting his speed.
Castiel has a slightly handsome looking face that is accompanied by a smile that makes him appear innocent when he wants it yet can be quickly seen changed when he begins to kill, his whole face going from angelic to demonic within seconds.
Waking up naked and alone in his cryo-chamber left Castiel with few options for clothing, his only clue to why he was awaken lay in the bodies of nearby youth’s and that of a small contingent of military personnel with insignias he did not notice.
Appealing to his sadistic side Castiel opted for ransacking clothing from all the dead bodies, his long sleeved white top with a sprayed on black skull he took from the youth nearest to his own physical shape. His underwear stolen from the military personnel as it provided much needed support, his bottoms consisted of a makeshift kilt using the material from the blood soaked youth’s blanket and the military personnel’s army belt to keep it in place.
His shoes and socks were also stolen from the nearby military personnel giving him a blood-soaked ragged look that made him grin with pleasure.
Admiring the bodies of the youth’s dead around him Castiel came to enjoy the physical artwork that humans were so adept at creating, threatening to kill a gifted tattooist that lived nearby Castiel emerged several hours later with his left hand side tattooed in Celtic designs from his foot to the nape of his neck and a sleeve of the same design on his left arm to match.
Personality:
Castiel’s personality depends on those around him, loathing mankind for making him the monster he is today yet seeing the beauty in nature and the value that some humans put on relationships.
When interacting with the other Destrillians when he had first been brought to Viola Castiel saw friends and others who he could share his true feelings with.
The other Destrillians were unlike the scientists that poked and prodded him for as long as he could remember. He made a relationship of trust with one Destrillians in particular named Tao and through her was able to see humanity in a different light.
When surrounded by soldier and scientists however Castiel tends to lose control of himself shifting from carefree to borderline psychopathic, this was subdued with drugs while within the programme but now he is free the results have caused him to have “blackouts” only to awaken to blood surrounding him.
Castiel now seeks to find the friends he has lost in the past and regain what little humanity he believes he still possesses.
Power:
Castiel’s power comes in the form of an auditory discharge emerging from his throat; the resulting blast can incapacitate most people by causing them to bleed through their eardrums and external orifices.
When used in quick powerful blasts Castiel can use the pulse created to destroy obstacles and in the case of humans throw them back at an incredible rate often resulting in death if collision with hard surfaces. The blasts travel at the speed of sound and as a result can travel long distances gradually weakening in power across the distance travelled.
Telepathic abilities:
As well as being able to communicate telepathically to other Destrillians Castiel also excelled at being able to shield his own mind making him almost undetectable by the others at the facility who excelled at being able to sense the presence and location of the rest of their kind.
History:
Castiel’s first memory is that of awakening in a dark room to the voice of a screaming child, not knowing it was he who was screaming.
His handler was an older scientist with wire rimmed glasses and annoyingly loud high heels that seemed to irritate him every time they walked together.
His first week had been hard, not knowing who he was or where he had came from had left him unhinged and as a result he was often reluctant to take part in the training his handler created for him.
This was short lived however as his handler continually found ways to inspire the youth to doing what she wanted through bribery or coercion.
As time passed and his training proceeded at an accelerated rate Castiel began taking enjoyment in his work, excelling at hand to hand combat as well as perfecting his proficiency with his ability.
As well as being trained to fight with merely his hands Castiel often enjoyed sparring with small blades, a skill his handler encouraged him to work on.
Not knowing any other family he thought of the Destrillian named Tao as a surrogate sister and through her began forming other relationships with the other Destrillians in the programme.
His handler encouraged his friendships and although he appeared to be happy his handler was continually observant as his moods seemed to switch with the slightest change of circumstance leading her to believe he may have an underlying split personality but never chose to document this to the other scientists.
As far as his handler was concerned as long as Castiel performed the tasks given to him he was useful, if he began to halt their progress however she would use his behaviour to her advantage.
Castiel behaviour did in fact begin to shift later on in the programme leading to random bursts of anger in which he seemed almost a different person, on such an occasion Castiel erupted in anger after hearing an inconsequential story from his handler about Tao and her relations with the other Destrillians. During this fit of rage Castiel attacked his handler with his bare fists, beating her bloody until he was subdued by the guards and placed in cryo until his handler could study his case further.
However time passed and as Castiel lay unaware of what was going on around him his pod was taken by forces unknown, damaging his capsule as they removed it from the facility causing the ageing process to take hold of him yet not damaging it enough to sever the cords that held his life in check.
While being transported from the facility the group were attacked by local thugs and ending with a bloody battle Castiel’s unit was left as the group fled with their lives, leaving Castiel to awaken free and away from the life he had once known. His body not how he remembered it and the sight of death all around him.
HAHAHAHAHA POOR LOKKA.
Ahhhhh I feel muuuch better now. Bex, you better get yer ass in gear; Adri too. and we need to coordinate who's posting for who, because we did say that we didn't want absolutely everybody posting at Emmerra's place.
Going to reread Castiel's bio now.
EDIT: The new bio looks much better than the last one, Scott - well done.
KEEN GO WRITE YOUR POST.
Kaden had to fight to keep his face passive as they rounded the corner, their footsteps faltering as he just stood there, facing them. Their faces remained impassive for the most part, but their scents betrayed their unease. No doubt the way his eyes reflected the light only added to their discomfort.
After a second’s pause and a barely noticeable non-verbal command, the beta took a step towards Kaden. 'Now,' he thought to himself, and he began to growl.
The hindbrain of humanity recognised that noise. It wasn’t the sound of an angry dog, or a powerful engine. It was the sound of what they used to cower around fires to avoid. At some distant level, Kaden felt the same spark of alarm at the noise evident in the scavengers. However, more immediately, he could feel the muscles in his throat rippling with the sound, the slight vibration of the saliva in the back of his throat in response to the sound waves.
Now he allowed his lips to curl back, his teeth bared in a snarl. "Here is death," the whole display said. "It is ready for you."