__________________QUICK STATSName: His original name has been lost to time. He goes by Cassander Tremaire now
Age: Also unknown. Time in Faerie doesn't flow the same way. Physically, he appears to be around thirty
Gender: Male. Probably. Hasn't checked since.
Species: Looks human. Could have been altered, but he has no way of telling at the moment
Ethnicity: His appearance suggests one of three kingdoms or Hyoite
Height: 5'8
Occupation: Fugitive
Residence: Not applicable
__________________IN-DEPTH STUFFPhysical Description: Cassander hides himself within a thick cloak he's stolen upon fleeing Faerie. Underneath it, his body is pale and twisted, covered in scars and marks - mementos from his captors. The stolen clothes do not fit his figure, and their motley, mismatched appearance makes him look suspicious and strange. His uneven, dark hair is still tangled with the thorns and leaves of the other world. But the most striking 'feature' would be the half-mask that covers right part of his face. Held in place by no straps or wires that eye can see, it seems to be fused to his skin and despite his best efforts, couldn't be removed.
Spoiler
Source: Legend of the Cryptids game
music His personality could be described in three words: paranoid and desperate. He's just escaped from the Faerie and is driven not to let his captors have him again. He's suspicious of every person he meets, believing them to be an agent of the Fae; and is wary of every shadow. Having returned to Le'raana only recently, he finds it hard to adjust - and his lost memories aren't helping.
Magic/Abilities: Infused with Fae magic, Cassander is able to draw on their power to some extent - glamour, manipulating emotions, a few contracts. He prefers not to use it, as he fears that it may draw attention of his captors.
Relationships: When he lost his memories, all the bonds he might have had were severed. Considering that time passes differently in Faerie, it's also possible that anyone who might have known him is long dead.
History: His memories are filled with pain and horror. He remembers being a captive of the Fae, held in a land that seemed familiar but couldn't be more alien. He remembers his jailers - creatures of unspeakable wonder and indescribable cruelty, whose beauty could only be matched by their horror. He didn't even have the relief of knowing their mind - they weren't motivated by hate, ennui, or even curiosity, but what a mortal could never comprehend.
He remembers the staggeringly incomprehensible world around him, where flames tasted of green and smoke fell instead of rain. He remembers drinking barrels of water until his stomach almost burst, but having his thirst never quenched for he never made contract with the drink to do so. He remembers burning in a middle of a blizzard, yet freezing to death for no flame would warm him. He remembers the capricious air of the Faerie that refused to nourish his lungs until one of his Fae masters forced it to.
He remembers being passed from one Fae to another - sometimes as a gift shaped to their liking, sometimes as a slave thrown away once his master saw no more use, sometimes as a bet in a game with no rules that he could comprehend. He remembers the Fae cutting him open just to see the colour of his blood, again and again, and their anger when it remained red. He remembers how great their beauty was, so overpowering that he wasn't even allowed to feel fear in pain rather than devotion and wonder. He remembers thorns growing from the seeds planted under his skin, watered by his blood, nourished by his flesh. He remembers all that he's lost and all that was done to him.
He remembers all the times he's attempted to escape, charging through the ever-changing realms of Faerie in search of an exit that never existed. He remembers how his captors pretended to pursue him, toying with his hopes, just before they snatched him again and punished him. And he remembers the miracle - his actual successful escape. He remembers the vicious thorns that would not let him through, that demanded a toll. So they tore into him and took the memories he had of his life before his capture - his friends, his family, his past. He remembers fleeing to the world he could no longer recall.
Character Limitations: None that I can think of atm
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