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Character Name(s): Cassius Julius Florin
Nicknames/Aliases: Cas, Julius, Mr. Florin
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire
Actual Character Age: 789
DOB: Late May
Physical Description: A debonair man that keeps his looks matching such. Tending to be clean cut and well dressed, no matter where he’s going he prefers to go looking his best. Standing at 5’11 with brown often tousled hair. His eyes at times appear blue while others green though often when extreme in any emotion; they are a deep emerald coloring.
Distinguishing marks: For most of his life he was void of any distinguishing marks save one small birthmark to the back of his neck hidden among his hair. However with so many years one is bound to eventually come upon a scar or two. For Cassius it was many. Various puncture wounds are scared along his form, hands, feet, legs and chest taking the most damage. Deep fire burns hold his lower right back and holy markings against his left calf.
PB: Jude Law
Birth Location: Rome
Personality: His personality always could be said to hold a bit of a Doc Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sort of edge. However before the most recent events of his life it was a rather minor thing and rarely ever came into any sort of play. A charming debonair man full of quick wit and always something to say. An intellectual that believed the mind far stronger then anything else and incredibly more useful then ones fists. In those rare moments that he lost his cool he was simply a bit quick to anger and the raising of his voice. Now however…that control is lost a bit easier then it ever was before. Something he doesn’t care to admit to of course. So much time spent among rather chaotic demons however, took its toll on his mind. Being surrounded in their emotions, feeling all the thought…after a time that would get to anyone. And he had over fifty years of it.
Family: Mother, father, and eldest sister were lost to death some time ago. The three younger sisters are believed dead but there whereabouts are unknown. One taken many years ago and the other two believed dead in a boat fire along with his sire.
Relationships: His dear Selene (

howdoyoufeel) though she is not the only one he's sired.
Weakness: Fire, Holy in all its forms, sunlight, decapitation, heart trauma, bloodlust, if weakened his control on his abilities falters. Has a rather high dislike of nails...demons are creative things. Hazy memory at times.
Magical Abilities: Empathic to a near dangerous degree. If not careful its easy for him to get lost in the feelings of others as they are so strong to him. Telepathy and manipulation of the thoughts within with those younger or not warded. But he does not use such powers maliciously.
Any Training: He's been through many classes and obtained many degrees, all of which really mean nothing as they are under various aliases and he doesn’t concern himself with paper signs of intelligence. Beyond the mind he was taught in his young years various forms of swords craft and later saw fit to gain knowledge in weapons of more updated times.
Supernatural Skills: Advanced senses, strength, healing and speed. Given his abilities he’s incredibly intuitive and is not an easy man to lie to.
Other Skills: Skilled fencer, knowledgeable in speaking, reading and writing other languages (Russian, German, French, Portuguese, Italian and Japanese). While he doesn’t truly claim to play any instruments he is a music lover and has wide knowledge of it.
House: Head of Halcyon
Number of years in Halcyon: Has been to the school before and helped with a few classes many centuries ago. This time around he returned during October 2006.
Teaches:
Late Morning, Supernatural History
Late Afternoon: Bloodlust
Job: Back up Counselor when needed
AIM Name: The Minds Ways
Rooming with: With his childe of course

Personal Background: The only place to begin in a life with so many centuries is at the very beginning. Cassius Julius Florin was born to Marius and Patricia Florin. He was their second child and their only son though they would have three more children after him. Being the only son to a great man such as his father meant of course that he was to continue in his fathers footsteps. His father was no peasant. While not truly in the upper cusp of society he fought and worked hard. His dealings weren’t always fair but he did as he needed to for his family, a trait passed from father to son. What was done wasn’t always right but it was done because it was needed.

He was taught the way of the sword early in his years, told constantly that he was to be a protector. To fight like his father fought. Cassius however was not born with any great size. He was a small boy and didn’t gain any true height or muscle mass until he was well into his later teens, long after he was already considered a man. His father was hard on him, determined to make him tough if he couldn’t make him as strong as he wanted his son to be. Cassius compensated that lack of strength with speed. Learning eventually to dodge his father’s attacks and retaliate long before his far larger father was able to catch up.

It wasn’t how his father had thought a son should make him proud, but it made him proud all the same.

Life was not a simple thing back then, lacking in all that so many are used to now it was a struggle everyday. Sickness was common placed and at the age of fifteen he lost his oldest sister to just that. His mother was often ill as well and when his father left to fight it was up to Cassius to see to her and his younger sisters. All knew she wouldn’t get better but none spoke of it. They cared for her in silence, watching the slow death.

She never got to see Marius again, after his last leave he never returned. Cassius was left with his younger sisters at the now considered young age of twenty.

With what little money they had from selling their family home and all their possible goods, Cassius took his sisters and left Rome at their urging. Young still they thought being away from the home of such loss would help with the memories of it. It never did, this Cassius knew, but he did as they asked still. He didn’t do so quick enough though and as they were leaving he came to understand one of his sisters reasons for wanting to leave.

A man had been perusing her, one she had no interest in and one that did not take no as an answer. They were ambushed and while Cassius fought the man and those he brought with him were beyond Cassius’s skill. While two were left for dead the others escaped…with his sister with them. Had he not had the two youngest still clinging to his wounded form, he would have followed. But the girls were too young, he couldn’t leave them.

They left Rome that night and he’s never seen his other sister since that night.

They made their way through Europe and eventually came to settle in London. It was there that he’d meet the one that would change him. A man, a scholar, he was looking for one with a drive beyond all others to learn. He was looking for someone that stood out among the crowds and while he wanted much, he wanted one to need him more then anything. One that wouldn’t leave.

How Cassius stood out he to this day would never understand. In London they were not of any class. Cassius did nothing but odd jobs to keep some semblance of food to the table and to see to his sisters needs. But no matter the reasons, the man was wise enough to realize that it was through Cassius’s sisters that he’d be most prone to…being swayed.

Both were turned one night when Cassius was out working. He returned home to find the strange man in his house and his sisters sitting upon the floor resting against the mans knees. The instant reaction to get his sisters away from the man appeared to only amuse him more and confirm his desires to have them all for himself.

After hearing what happened…after coming to understand…Cassius was turned. He didn’t trust the man and he couldn’t leave his sisters under his care forever. Not when he was supposed to protect them.

From then on life changed. They were thrown into a life of luxury and knowledge. Endlessly they were taught but always in some form or another dependant on their sire. If not for his money then his protection and if not for that then his knowledge, his ability to train them to control what they were able to do. Though for years he never did…he used his own abilities to dampen the voices and feelings of others from them. So that if they ever left him they’d be consumed and thrown into madness, so he told them.

Centuries passed in a blur but unlike his sisters Cassius wasn’t so quickly swayed. He sought out others to help train him, to which he received punishment for more then once. Their sire refused to believe that Cassius would not be controlled like his sisters were. He thought the punishment enough to teach him, but it never was. Cassius healed and continued to learn and train. With those years of defiance distance began to grow between he and his sisters until the day came where they began to follow in their Sires beliefs that Cassius was ungrateful and viciously did not care for them any longer.

In anger the sire and his sisters left. Taking a boat in the dead of night while Cassius was being trained by another. But the boat never made it far…it caught fire. Cassius returned home to an empty space and in rushing to the docs he saw the flames. He felt the sudden hollowness within where all those links had once been. They were gone, the last of his blood.

His mentor took him in afterwards. It took many years for Cassius to even begin to move forward again. But when he did, he began to understand his sire more then he ever had. That loneliness. That…bitterness…

When his mentor moved on Cassius found himself doing just as his sire had. Trying to find one worthy. Trying to find one that would stay…that would learn…that would crave as Cassius still craved. Many were drawn out of the crowds but only two were ever turned. The first was a failure in all ways such things can be. But the second, Selene….it was just as he had craved. A brilliant mind and a driven soul. She awoke something in him and while the offer to turn her came quicker then he had planned…it was an offer accepted.

For over two hundred years they traveled. Moving all around the world, seeing everything there was to see and following the paths of other great minds that the world so produced. How quick those years went by. But all good things have some point of breaking and with Cassius it was stumbling upon knowledge certain groups didn’t wish for him to have. Always he’d been the type that desired information most wouldn’t even think to touch. The knowledge that went deep and seemed to have no trails. It intrigued him, what some went to such lengths to hide. And that information often proved to be useful.

This would have, had the demon workers of the man not gotten to him before he could use it.

Selene was gone and for that Cassius is still to this day thankful for. The demons rushed in just after dawn when Cassius was resting. Sunlight quickly filled the home, leaving Cassius trapped to the back bedroom. He knew who they were; there wasn’t any need for explanation. All that was left was the fight. One he was rather grossly out numbered in. That didn’t still an attempt but an attempt was not enough.

He was taken and he was kept. Apparently, so he came to learn, it wasn’t easy to find and remove information from an older vampires memories. Let alone be able to pick through the centuries to find that part you wanted. He was kept in the demons care until one was able to do just that. Over fifty years spent with them, engulfed in their chaos. At first of course they simply tried to get him to speak. To say everything he knew and where he’d hidden the information. If he hadn’t hidden some away he would have just been killed. Instead he had to endure until one was finally able to break down his mental walls and find out where the information was hidden and just how much he knew. Unfortunately for Cassius they hadn’t really cared what memories they plowed through to get to what they wanted. A fact that’s left much of his memory a bit hazy and only…furthers his sparks of anger. So much knowledge…all faded now.

After they had what they needed it was up to the demons to kill Cassius. But in being in one room for so long…he’d found weaknesses in it. In them. He used those weaknesses as they dragged him off the wall to finish the job. A nail from his own form had been removed early and in the squabble that ensued after it was shoved through one of the demons skulls, Cassius somehow managed to escape.

He went into hiding, healing, and through what little contacts remained he found out where his Selene had gone. The one place he normally would have wished for her to. But not now...he knew others had ruffled the hairs of the man Cassius once had.

It meant of course, that he shouldn’t go there. But after very little time since his escape...he returned to Halcyon. For her. For himself. And maybe more for a bit of revenge...

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