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Apocalyptic Reindeer

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                                                      ○○ The Basics

                                                          Nickname » Casper not short enough?
                                                          Age » twenty-five
                                                          Gender » male
                                                          Birthplace » England
                                                          Sexuality » human

                                                      ○○ In the Mirror

                                                          Measurements » 6'2" . 181 lbs
                                                          Eyes » topaz
                                                          Hair » charcoal
                                                          Markings » scar tissue down the street of his left arm from wrist to elbow.
                                                          tab tab Tattoo of an asian dragon over his left shoulder

                                                      ○○ About Me

                                                          Personality »
                                                          tab tab » Lazy
                                                          tab tab » Invasive
                                                          tab tab » Abstract
                                                          Biography » Casper was born to an unremarkable escort that sued for both alimony and child support, legally draining her fling's assets until the man ended up eating a bullet. To make sure the new funding and inheritance, as Casper was the only child the older male had had and through an odd twist, everything had been left to him with restrictions placed upon the woman who had birthed him. Namely, she had been cut off from everything she had sought to gain and ended up disappearing with a stranger and a wad of cash she had stolen sometime around Casper's third birthday. He doesn't even remember her name, let alone what she looked like.

                                                          He is the head of a company by name, but the old men that make up the board seem to enjoy their positions and aside from their failed attempts to remove him from position --of course their final attempt only instilled a new idea that if he was to be provoked once more, they would lose more than just their jobs-- have left him to his own devices. Casper took up sketching in order to alleviate the boredom found in etiquette and mannerism classes, hardly giving a second thought towards business practices unless he has to. Not that he isn't familiar with how a cunning mind operates~

                                                          Sleep was always considered a necessary evil until he realized that it was becoming more frequent, harder to rise each time he would wake, and in general more lack luster attempting to remain functional. That last night conscious, he wrote out a letter and had it faxed to the company about his oncoming "disease". Even in death, his position would never be given to another, and the idea of making those old men try everything to wake him up again left him with a smile across his lips.

                                                      ○○ If You Must Know

                                                          Power »
                                                              Chameleon
                                                                Color is an artist's visual representation, and as an aesthetic programmed into his daily life, Casper can project it onto himself. It isn't perfect, but he can alter the color of himself to blend entirely into the background he is standing against. Requires him to be physically in contact with what he is trying to mimic.

                                                              Anthropomorph
                                                                Many dreams, daydreams, sketches, and paintings later, and one will be overcome with the desire to run in the body of four legs or fly with your own wings. Casper can alter himself into an animal's form, but hasn't exactly gotten down the fine tuning of merely adopting a trait or altering the size. The risk is that, as an animal, he tends to think with a much more primal attitude.


                                                          Likes »

                                                              » Sketching; nothing feels better than a pencil and blank page
                                                              » Leather; sight, scent, touch
                                                              » The color of metals
                                                              » Watching other's sleeping expressions
                                                              » Moonlight

                                                          Dislikes »

                                                              » Children; small slobbering balls of greed that smell of milk and garbage
                                                              » Elderly; walls of cloying perfume and infection always wanting to touch
                                                              » Sunlight; needs to darken already
                                                              » Authority figures
                                                              » Being denied, manipulated, embarrassed, or taunted

                                                          Fears » Being erased

                                                      ○○ Just a Bit More

Apocalyptic Reindeer

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              ██████████X ▌ ▌ ▌ Pale Death


              ████████████████████X ▌ ▌ ▌ With Impartial Steps


              ██████████████████████████████X ▌ ▌ ▌ Knocks on the huts of the poor


              ████████████████████████████████████████X ▌ ▌ ▌ And upon the towers of Kings.


              ██████████████████████████████████████████████████X ▌ ▌ ▌ In the grave, all are made equal.

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