08-18-2018, 04:46 AM
ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.
The only reason Caesar had joined The Typhoon in the first place was due to the fact that it was a warbound group. The political stance was self-explanatory in of itself, but what really sold him on The Typhoon rather than Tanglewood was the fact that The Typhoon had a reputation for being pirates. Pirates were merciless, stealing things whenever they could, when they wanted. They had freedom and didn't hold back, and that is exactly what Caesar needed in his life. So that explained why the demon had joined here, so why did his join the Grim Rays? For the exact same reason; they were the fighter Division and Caesar definitely was not a medic; he cared little for herbs and their healing properties, and the demon wasn't the one to engage in social parties. So of course the Grim Rays was the only who suited his tastes.
It was no secret around The Typhoon that Caesar was a fighter and you could usually find the Officer in the Colosseum. It was like a second home to him, and he enjoyed how people showed up there for fights. It was exactly his cup of tea, and he was there, regardless whether or not he was actually participating (although the latter was rare). Although Caesar was known for being a reckless fighter, choosing to fight long-range with his powers and showing no mercy. He wasn't above killing the person, either; most NPCs were near death by the time he finished sparring them. Of course, he wasn't clean by any means. Because of his reckless fighting and having a tendency to have no rules, Caesar often got his bodies beaten the hell up often. Half of the time he was near death himself.
Caesar's attention snapped to the entrance of the Colosseum as Marcellus's words echoed against the halls, and the yellow feline stood up, eyeing the king cheetah. Three legs? He mused, not knowing the Marcellus had no powers, either. Oh, this is going to be easy. A grin formed on his maw as he approached Marcellus, looking up at the cheetah as he spoke, "Let's go, pal. Ready when you are."
It was no secret around The Typhoon that Caesar was a fighter and you could usually find the Officer in the Colosseum. It was like a second home to him, and he enjoyed how people showed up there for fights. It was exactly his cup of tea, and he was there, regardless whether or not he was actually participating (although the latter was rare). Although Caesar was known for being a reckless fighter, choosing to fight long-range with his powers and showing no mercy. He wasn't above killing the person, either; most NPCs were near death by the time he finished sparring them. Of course, he wasn't clean by any means. Because of his reckless fighting and having a tendency to have no rules, Caesar often got his bodies beaten the hell up often. Half of the time he was near death himself.
Caesar's attention snapped to the entrance of the Colosseum as Marcellus's words echoed against the halls, and the yellow feline stood up, eyeing the king cheetah. Three legs? He mused, not knowing the Marcellus had no powers, either. Oh, this is going to be easy. A grin formed on his maw as he approached Marcellus, looking up at the cheetah as he spoke, "Let's go, pal. Ready when you are."
'TILL I'M NUMB, 'TILL I'M BLISSFUL !
bio ★ male ★ rogue, no group ★ tags ★ plot with caesar!