DE COLDRETO, Cas

[CAS DE COLDRETO]

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CHARACTER BASICS.
nickname/s. Cas.
age. Twenty.
gender. Male.
orientation. Likes women.
year. College Freshman.
member group. Gargoyle.

"you don't want me to bite you, trust me."
CHARACTER APPEARANCE.
height. 6'3".
weight. 163 ilbs.
distinguishing features. He's got a few ear peircings that show up in both forms, but nothing too outstanding.
face claim. Rad Hourani.

CHARACTER TRAITS.
likes. Rainy days, clear nights, fire, women, music, art, and quite astonishingly both keeping the peace and brawling.
dislikes. Snow, fuzzy sweaters, magicians, touchy-feely people, large dogs, the police, pine trees.
fears. Magic, his necklace being broken/stolen, closed-in spaces, being hit, being screamed at, and like many other people, his mother.
goals. To graduate, to get a car, to find more fellow gargoyles, to own a flat, to not have to worry about being mugged.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND.
family. Elowyn de Coldreto, alive, 434; mother. Ronald de Coldreto, alive, 443; father. Constantine de Coldreto-Maunchan, undead, 227; older sister.
hometown. New York, New York, of course.
pets. A parakeet named Speck.

ALL ABOUT CAS.
age. Nineteen.
experience. Five, six years. I've lost count by now, hah.
roleplay sample.
Cassandra de Coldreto would likely as not skewer anyone who actually has the aduacity to call him by his full name, aside from his parents and lone living grandmother, of course.
Being easily 6 foot 4 or so, with craggy green skin, a four-foot tail as thick as his arm and leathery wings nearly fifteen feet across, the gargoyle was fairly confident that he could, actually, follow through with that threat.

Not that he had the personality for it, although Cas could be violent on occasion. No, his style was much more boastful - he might posture and preen, but when push came to shove he would be nowhere to be seen more often than not.

The charm, worn on a long, twisted bit of hemp rope, allowed him to pass as a human - with the sole stipulation that even the powerful bit of magic couldn't hide. He couldn't be touched, not on the skin, without people feeling his real skin - the same texture as a brick. Said charm was in full sight, and fully activated, as Cassandra settled down into his usual spot in Ca Va Cafe, a small French-styled coffeehouse a few streets away from Times' Square. Said seat was out-of-the-way, towards the back, and facing the front door - in other words, perfect in case someone decided to burst through the door demanding money or something.

In New York, you never knew what could happen.