THE MESSENGER — DEVELOPMENT / FIRE

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. HEAD OFFICER.

The feeling of terror was ironically enough, something Caesar dreaded. Although the demon was all about instilling fear in others, he didn't want to experience the emotion himself. Strangely enough, he had felt it multiple times throughout his life in The Typhoon, though he tried to deny it as much as possible. A strong person didn't feel fear and a true leader ruled with an iron fist; that's what Caesar believed in. What Caesar feared however, was not death. He could practically cheat death with the ability to possess other bodies, so he was basically immortal. If he wished to die, he could, however that was something he was not ready for. No, what the Officer truly feared was his past.

Contrary to what he may say, Caesar did not have an unhappy childhood. His parents had been very loving and trusting, always there for him and his littermates if trouble arose. They were quick to defend him against the Shaman's claims, though that is exactly what drove Caesar to destroy his home in the first place. His family didn't believe he had the ability to do such things and yet, others outside of his System shunned him and mocked him for his abilities. So while Caesar didn't have an unhappy childhood, the demon felt like he was a disgrace among his Dimension - thus leading him to destroy it.

Many people may assume that Caesar would grow to fear fire, considering it was the very thing he used to destroy his home. It was quite the opposite, in fact; Caesar liked the way flames licked at his body and fur, leaving him with blisters and blood if he stayed in the flames long enough. Fire was destructive, fire was uncontrollable - something Caesar wished he was. In a sense, the savannah almost saw fire as some sort of idol, even if it wasn't exactly 'alive'. They encouraged him, made him feel safe. And yet at the same time, they destroyed everything he wanted: to be closer to his family.

Caesar didn't sleep very often at night and rather busied himself with tasks to do, which sometimes included being out on the beach or outside of camp, terrorizing those who didn't even step into The Typhoon's territory. It brought him a sense of relief, a way to believe he was as powerful here as he claimed to be. It left his body sleep deprived and drained but the demon fought the wave of weariness as he made his way back to camp. His gaze was focused on the ground as he walked, his head lowered, though at the sound of crackling flames and the smell of smoke caused the Officer to snap his head up. The submarine? Funny, how something that could be submerged in water was being forced to burn, the exact opposite of what it was forced to do. Tail flicking, Caesar decided to investigate, his ears pricked as he approached the submarine.

The feline quickly halted in his steps once more, noticing Pincher on the ground. Caesar blinked at the Captain for a few moments, briefly wondering if the male had passed away somehow. Somebody else can deal with the fire. Caesar thought to himself, tail flicking as he walked up to the figure of Pincher. After all, why would he want to get rid of the very thing he idolized? "I think you might want to get out of there." The Officer mused upon realizing that Pincher was conscious as he neared the Captain. "I don't think Goldenluxury would want you burning." Although, he did, but that was an entirely different story.

#psychosocial.