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G i v e n N a m e:: Cain Sato
O t h e r N a m e s:: Just Cain. Plain and simple.
A g e:: About 70, looks in his mid twenties
B i r t h d a y:: Feb 8th
O r i g i n:: Born in Misery Missouri, USA
S p e c i e s:: Half dragon half phoenix. No visible signs of either side.
H a i r C o l o u r:: Black
E y e C o l o u r:: Reddish brown, though appears dark brown to humans
H e i g h t:: 5'5"
B u i l d:: Lean but not skinny.
Adequately strong but not apparently toned.
S e x u a l i t y:: About a 1.5 on the Kinsey Scale
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C o l l a r:: Lace
C h a r m s:: Chain. Anything else is a bonus.
C o l o u r s:: Deep purple, light pink, or plum. Something like that.
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L i k e s::
☑ Coffee
☑ Beer
☑ Acting tough
☑ Getting messy
☑ Spice and/or bitterness
☑ Painting (denies enjoying it)
D i s l i k e s::
☒ His father
☒ Meaningless violence, especially against women
☒ Sweets
☒ Being called cute or funny
☒ Being told what to do
☒ Being touched
☒ Crowds
T a l e n t s:: Despite insisting that he is good at/for nothing, Cain was once an above average painter of landscapes, still life, and abstracts. He was also once a decent singer. Both of these talents are long since used.
Q u i r k s:: Cain is rather disorganized. He tends to leave his clothes strewn about his room, and misplaces things often. He may also seem backwards and sexist. Having grown up during a time with stronger gender role distinctions, he finds the classic depictions of masculine and feminine appealing, though he has no moral objections to contrary expressions of gender or sexuality. He personally is not averse to some primping, like painting his fingernails...
S k i l l s:: Can "hear" other people's thoughts, tap into their senses to experience what they are experiencing, dig through their memories (even able to unearth memories from way back or things the mind has suppressed), and insert "suggestions" into other people's minds. To him, thoughts are audibly projected as if the thinker was speaking them aloud; accordingly, the thoughts of people nearest to him will be louder than the thoughts of someone far away. Through practice, he has become good at ignoring all the "noise" around him - sometimes, he'll even fail to notice is someone out of his line of sight is talking to him. But if he comes in direct skin-to-skin contact with someone, it is impossible to prevent their "noise" from being heard, much the vibrations of a subwoofer. With physical contact of another's head, he is able to search through their minds like searching through a file cabinet - a poorly organized one, at that. At such proximity, he can also insert his own thoughts directly into their consciousness; depending on what he inserts, who he inserts it in, and when, the effects can be likened to brainwashing. For example, he can insert "I want coffee" to someone dining at a restaurant and most likely that person will order coffee. But inserting "I need a nap" to someone who just woke up would be fruitless. Thus, the more accurate way to describe this usage of his ability would be "suggesting," though the targets believe it the suggestion is their own idea and have no awareness of outside intervention. The ability to tamper with the minds of others comes at the steep cost of his other senses, which are diminished. He has very little sense of taste, smell, touch/pain/pleasure, and hearing (auditory comprehension is usually equal parts lip reading, mind reading, and actual hearing). Consequently, it is not unusual for minor injuries to go entirely unnoticed, and he is the farthest thing from a picky eater. His sight is the least affected, suffering only mild nearsightedness.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Brash, aggressive, unrefined, and unintelligent - at least, that's what he wants everyone to think. Over the years, he developed a facade meant to protect his true self and keep people away; growing up hearing how people's speech, actions, and thoughts could be so inequivalent has led him to distrust and be wary of the world around him. Underneath his facade, he is a different kind of gentleman - rash and highly emotional yet protective and good natured. Currently permeating all these layers of personality is a self-destructiveness, self-loathing, and discontentment with life - all stemming from his literal and metaphorical skeleton in the closet.
H i s t o r y:: Cain is a product of a marriage doomed to failure by the cruel hand of history, further shaped by an unforgiving and intolerant environment. His parents married out of a political arrangement, and things went really sour when they moved to the west to escape political turmoil in their home countries. The community they settled in was a xenophobically human one, and they were forced to hide their occult blood; they could hide their unusual eye and hair coloring through illusive magic, but nothing could be done to make them phenotypically white. Following zero prenatal care, mother unexpectedly found herself having yielded two children - twins. They were named Cain and Abel, following the pattern of biblical names that had been established when the married couple were forced to adopt western names. Never could he recall a time when his father was a decent person; the man had a weakness for alcohol and an outstanding ability to belittle others and crush spirits. Where his father failed to provide guidance, support, and acknowledgement, his mother compensated with love, patience, and tenderness. She was the only source of positivity, as he (and the rest of his ambiguously "yellow" family, for that matter) certainly had little in the way of acceptance among his peers and community.
He was five when the violence at home began, coincidentally just in time for the beginning of his school years. It started with a slap or a shove or forceful grabbing, and only escalated as the years pressed on. The children were never harmed, rather, the target was exclusively his mother. Despite the growing aggression she faced, Cain remembers that she was able to wear a smile every day as she sent her boys off to school, greeted them when they came home, and take care of the domestic duties expected of her. Following her example, both Cain and his brother Abel meekly tolerate the racially motivated jeers of their fellow classmates. They were in fourth grade when Cain was physically assaulted for the first time by a squad of his peers (Abel had escaped at the first sign of hostility, sparing him the same fate). After spending days at home with his doting mother to nurse him, Cain returned to school with a new resolve. At the first snide comment from a classmate, in the middle of class, he viciously attacked the perpetrator. After just a few similar instances, his peers finally left him and his brother alone. Cain eschews the ideal of education, learning to speak a highly informal and nonstandard dialect of English, and using his thought-reading ability to maintain high grades by covertly steal test answers instead of actually learning. His isolation from his peers and adoption of a distant, rough-and-tumble bad boy persona is coincidentally concurrent with the escalating violence at home. As makeup can no longer hide everything, his mother very infrequently leaves the home, depending on her children to shoulder the burden of grocery shopping and such.
Cain's senior year of high school. While his twin brother was already set to move out and go to some far away university in just a few months, Cain remained unsure of his future. Then it happened: one particular night, his father returned home in a particularly nasty mood. After hearing the heart-wrenching scream of what he would find out later to be irreparable damage to his mother, Cain defies his mother's wish to be spared the pain and Cain finally intervenes in the fight. He brawls with his inebriated father, eventually becoming the victor... ...and the rest is irrelevant history at this point. It's just him and his mother in the house, and it's falling apart from age and neglect. Her mind is somewhere else, and he can't patch the roof in peace without worrying if she's going to leave the stove on or fall through a weak floorboard. He needs someone to babysit her, someone that can be disposed of if need be - say, if that someone discovered something they'd be better off not knowing...
`MaliceMizer
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