WOLF
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Caine. That is his name. It wasn't always his name or maybe it always was, no one will really ever know unless they bother to ask and unless he actually has a mind to tell them. He doesn't talk much of his life before the disaster, in fact he doesn't really talk at all. You can't tell from first glance, but he was badly injured by the volcano. His neighborhood was very close to the park. Almost close enough to be considered 'immediate area', the entire town was wiped out. He and three others were the only survivors. One by one, they began dying off. Caine wanted to die but didn't. Even to this day, he questions why God or fate or whoever/whatever was in charge didn't just take him and end his misery. He now bears a hideous scar from the back of his neck and down his entire back, reaching to his shoulders and wrapping around towards his stomach. It's a strange scar of a crisscrossing pattern, not easily created or healed. He is only sixteen, seemingly too young to bear such a scar or such pain from it, but he does, and he does so silently. He never complains, never speaks up for himself. He stays quiet and out of sight. Some call him shy or timid, but he's not, not really. Ask him to throw himself out on the battlefield and he will do so gladly and with much passion and zeal for the fight, spurred on by his adrenalin and his much suppressed emotion. He's not emo or anything, he just has a hard time expressing and explaining himself. He does so mainly through his artwork and his poetry. Yes, he's an artist of sorts. He always carries a backpack with him and besides the necessities for survival, he always has his various scraps of paper and notebooks and his moderate sized sketchbook stashed inside. He is always scrounging around for pencils and paper, since most of it burned away with the bombs. He was always a studious person, so he often enough fishes books out of the rubble and reads them before hiding them away. He doesn't like seeing people use books to fuel fires, but he knows that they do what they must to survive. Caine is somewhat of an outcast, even among rogues. Caine doesn't seem to have very good memory. He doesn't even remember his name. If he comes across somebody, and they give him a name, then that's what his name is until somebody else gives him a new one. Somebody once named him Caine, and he has a feeling it might be his real name, but as he doesn't pay much attention to that sort of thing or care about it all that much, he doesn't try to associate it with himself, but it's alway there in the back of his mind. He doesn't look like much of a fighter, more or less like a pretty boy with his jet black hair and his icy blue eyes. But never underestimate his skill. He is extremely resourceful, and being an artist and a dreamer, he has invented his own fighting styles and his own weapons. His most preferred weapon and fighting style, well... you'll just have to wait and see. He lost most of his humanity after the volcano, and it only worsened after the earthquake. He has no real conscience or moral standing and side with instinct more than reason. He can talk but doesn't, and like an animal, prefers body language and facial expression to communicate. He feels nothing for people or the plight they're in, and though he can have a sense of loyalty towards others, it's speculative that he doesn't understand the concept of love and is incapable of feeling it.
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