CAIUS LAKE * EARTH KINGDOM (UF)

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" anger was, i was once told, a short-lived madness"

THE DOUBLETWIST OF THE EARTH KINGDOM

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` NAME • [ Caius Issac Lake]
` AGE • [ Seventeen ]
` GENDER • [ Male ]
` OCCUPATION • [ Bender ]

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` APPEARANCE •

[ They used to say that, when he was born, he looked exactly like his mother. Wet and wrinkly and new, like all babies are, they used to say that he was like his mother, with her thin hair and pale face, with the wrinkles she got from drinking every single day away, and the dull expression in her eyes when his father beat her for drinking, they used to say that he looked exactly like his mother, then. Of course, his mother hadn't always been a drunkard. She had been beautiful once, regarded as the prettiest of all of her friends, with golden hair that fell along her shoulders and bright green eyes, like the color of sweet catnip. Caius is somewhat charming, with his light brown hair and soft hazel eyes, which shift to broken gold and shattered bronze in the light. His skin is soft, almost, like the way sand paper is, not quite hard and jarring like stone, but somehow still smooth in that way. He's tall in build, thin but lean, and takes on the look of his father sometimes too, with his lanky, disproportionate demeanor that some people can't get enough of.

He isn't perfect. No, in fact, he is perhaps the farthest thing from it. When he was little, he used to always get in fights with the village boys. They'd taunt him, make fun of his mother because she went out to bars and got drunk on wine and beer and whisky. They'd make fun of her big breasts and the swagger that she walked. They'd say that was the reason, after all, father beat her. Because the other men couldn't get enough of her. Caius wasn't calm then. He'd still had a lot of room for the anger to boil and sizzle. He hadn't come to terms with it, the anger and the bitterness. He'd punched them, right in the jaw. Then, later, when they'd made fun of him, sweet fun really, when they looked at his brother, how taller he was, how much more sweeter he was, how many scars that he didn't have. He'd punched them too, got into fights that landed him special time with the school principle. There are burns on Caius' back, twisted and scarred along the expanse of his shoulders and his arms. There are wounds digging into his wrists, dull with old dried blood, and engraved there, a scar in the shame of a broken beer bottle. His mother, as it seems, wasn't the only one who was hit. ]

` PERSONALITY •

[ For all that can be accounted for, Caius can be described with the three c's. He is a person who is cocky, with a tongue sharper than anything that has ever existed. A person who will just as easily run his mouth, but can shut it in an instant, lips twisting into that horrible madness of anger once more. His mother used to tell him that his mouth would be the end of him, but even as a boy, he had looked up at his mother, drunk from the days work, and set his jaw. Then, he'd spit at the floor and dug his heel into the ground, and called her a whore of a mother. He was, even then, not afraid.

All the time, there is always a very specific gleam in Caius' eyes. It is dark and foreboding, yet full of such startling confidence that it often has people take steps back from the exploding bitterness set into his gaze. Upon first glance, he appears confident and sure of himself, the cuffs of his shirt rolled back, and there is very little a number of people who would think of challenging a boy like him. He hates it, how despite being almost eighteen - the legal age for marriage, for smoking, for sex and the accepted age for so many other things -his mother and his father, both, refuse to regard him as anything but a son. Finally, the third C, it should be regarded as cool. Cool, calm and collected, in the face of a battle, he will throw back his fists, feel the power crackle along his palms and mute any of the taunts directed at him with a well-placed punch to the ground. Because, you see, by that point there is too much anger in him. It is overflowing, like a volcano, and is only waiting for the perfect moment to erupt. ]

` HISTORY •

[ When he was little, Caius thought he had the perfect life. Born under the eye of two servants, Amar and Nour, who had been captured from the past war, Caius was also born as Northern Water Tribe Royalty. Technically, Amar and Nour, were Water Nation and that much had been evident in their bright blue eyes, like a puddle of the clear water that Caius should have been able to sift from the fragments of air. Yet, they spouted flames from their mouths, blowing fire into the air with an ease that was astounding. However, they were also the ones who had raised Caius from when he was a boy, from the time he was drooling to the time that he'd been taught to speak full, elongated sentences.

From the time he was born, he was cradled. Soft, fluttering hands that were pressed all around him, everywhere around him, and he would wonder what kind of strength it would take those hands, fluttering, to gather around his neck, and choke him. Being born as the second son of Caspian and Evelyn Covello, it was his fate. To be the son of such two great people, to inherit their beauty and their strength, that was the price a person had to pay. Choke him, choke him, and it was okay.]