GAY OR EUROPEAN? ;; o, soccer?

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.

Contrary to popular belief, Caesar actually had been raised by his parents. They loved him, in fact. They treated him well, they treated him like the son he was; he was never harassed by them, never abused. And yet he ended up being such a careless monster. How? Well, the one thing his parents didn't do was condone his behavior. They brushed it off, claiming it was all an act to scare the King. But oh, how they were wrong. If they had heeded his words, he would have never become the person he did. But he didn't regret it. He was glad his parents never listened to him, because it gave him a chance to show them - and their entire Universe - who was boss.

Did Caesar know street smarts? No, he actually didn't. The demon preferred to attack long range, using powers and abilities. Unfortunately he had no powers here, since they didn't transfer over with him, but they would eventually. Hopefully. Because he certainly didn't enjoy not having his powers. It made him feel weak, pathetic. A weakling. To which he wasn't. However, if he ever got in a fight where he had to fight with his teeth and claws, he would probably lose pathetically. Unlike his brother, Vigenere, he hadn't had physical strength training, and therefore didn't know any moves that would have a proper effect on somebody. Caesar believed that having powers was strength.

Caesar had been out-and-about when Sekai had discovered the soccer ball. He watched her as she leapt at it, an invisible eyebrow raised. "Whaddya think you're doing?" He inquired, although his tone didn't exactly say he was genuinely curious over what she was doing.

#psychosocial.