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Caspian
The
Glacier IllumisOwner:
AsherAge: 17 years, 4 weeks
Born: March 28th, 2007
Adopted: 17 years, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: March 28th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 0/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Name: Caspian ‘Cassie’ Manjari
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Orientation: Demiromantic Demisexual
Description: A wisp of a person, Caspian appears haggard and worn as if most of the life were drained from her. Average in height at 5’6” tall, she is underweight at a mere 122 lbs with a thin, bony frame. Her hair is coal black and straight as a board, the layers uneven and kept up in a tousled ponytail most of the time. While she is a dark olive brown complexion she usually has a pale pallor across her skin. Caspian’s eyes are the most noticeable part of her, the right a goldenrod and ghosted over with blindness and the left a dull orange and both with dark circles under them from lack of sleep. She is often seen with a pensive look or a frown, very rarely enthused by much, though her eyes are highly expressive and show more than what she’d like to. Notable marks include a random array of scars, including a large amount on her forearms from self-injury. Her wardrobe consists of looser-fitting, darker colored, and simple outfits to obscure her body and look less conspicuous.
Occupation: Library assistant, seer
Likes: Books, heights, coffee, birds, instrumental music, photography, swimming, spicy food.
Dislikes: People, being in the spotlight, sleeping (frequently has nightmares), most physical contact, cars/public transit, acute weather changes, religion and politics, hospitals/doctors.
Personality: Initial appearances do no justice to fully describe how complex of a person Caspian is. Where she may seem rather unremarkable, the woman is a wise and intelligent person, highly articulate and inquisitive. She knows a lot of things solely from reading, having immersed herself in books and learning from a young age. Being a rather solitary person and highly introverted, Caspian claims that she understands books better than people for their honesty and predictability. She finds herself highly uneasy around crowds and social situations, and fears being in the spotlight above most things. Trusting in few and friendly to even fewer, she keeps those she does tolerate at a distance just in case, jaded to the point of closing herself up almost entirely. Frequently irritable and abrasive, she has problems with severe pessimism and self-loathing that leaves her feeling very lonely. On the rare occasion that Caspian finds happiness she fears it being too far from her grasp or potentially lost, so is skeptical of all help or acts of kindness. She has an unnerving quiet grace to her, an observer by nature with a piercing gaze that seems to see right through you. Caspian people-watches and gazes upon the world as it passes by with a cynical eye, commenting on things with a dry tone and blunt sarcasm. She seems to always be moving, walking, or following the flow of people wherever it takes her like a shadow. A risk-taker with a devil-may-care attitude to her own life, trouble follows the woman wherever she goes and she is quite used to risking herself in dangerous situations no matter the consequences. Whatever she sets her mind to, the woman follows through to the very end with a smoldering resolve.
History: She knew happiness, once. For as much as Caspian felt the past was a heavy burden to bear, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it fully. Even if they were just memories now, certain moments had been her lifeline in the worst of times. If the world was ever-changing and unpredictable, she knew at least that some things had permanence. Caspian had never known more hard-working people than her parents. They never revealed their sacrifices out loud, but she knew that long work days and tired eyes spoke volumes. Teaching and nursing required a lot of time away and yet there was dinner together every night, and breakfast every morning. Family was most important in their household, for they had no one else to rely on. Her father would speak of their homeland with reverence, though she could always hear a certain longing in his tone for who and what they had left behind.
Her name, when asked, was a story in itself. Everyone expected a son, with four brothers on her father’s side, two on her mother’s, and a long lineage of first-borns shared between them. The Caspian Sea had been the first place that her father had been taken to as a boy on vacation, and a name he had insisted was a perfect fit for his own child. Caspian would later wonder if her love of water was due to this odd obsession and mused over it fondly. When their bright-eyed son ended up being a squirming, fussy daughter much to their shock, the name still stuck. They would get a son three years later, Ravi a much quieter child than the curious handful that Caspian would become. She would remember a saying that her mother would tell her to placate the questions asked by the little girl all the time, about anything and everything. Her father pushed her to learn and grow at a rapid pace and Caspian eagerly soaked up the world around her, but her mother was much simpler in her lessons. Jaan hai to Jahan Hai, she would say. Only if you are alive, things matter.
It rained that day, that was the only detail Caspian would clearly remember, and even then she could barely recall it happening in the first place. She had been told the details many times but it never quite felt like she had been there, struggling to keep alive in the wreckage of their car. Chalk it up to another tragic statistic from reckless driving, they would say. At least they hadn’t suffered, but she did every day, knowing that she had been left alone. That instant would set the pace for the rest of her life, severed from what she knew and thrust into the unknown. Countless therapists and counselors would tell her that what she saw in the five days of her coma were just a result of the damage in the crash, the nightmares of a traumatized nine year old. But it had felt too real to just be some passing dream despite how ridiculous it felt to say that she had seen time, watched its flow spiral forward in endless movement towards oblivion. The visions felt real as well, and wouldn’t stop coming, bringing impending death, death, death.
Foster care was worse than the hospitals, since no one wanted a ‘crazy child’ in their care. What was once a very vivid and warm girl had rapidly become a nevous shell of her former self who had outbursts that ‘simply couldn’t be handled’. Only one person took care to find her and look out for her, a woman that Caspian would later credit to saving her from herself. Shei was a strange person, but the redhead knew what she was going through and guided her through it. She listened, she cared for her. She was the only real family that Caspian had after that day. She struggled from then on, retracting into herself and building up the walls around her heart. If no one else could understand her, she wouldn’t bother to understand them. Caspian would become their shadow and fade away from their scrutiny. It was much more comfortable that way. As smart as she was and as much as she excelled in school despite being the ‘creepy loner girl’ at eighteen she was on her own and no more prepared for the outside world than she had been at nine. Now, however, she had choices. Having learned more about the power thrust upon her, she could finally do something about it.
Some spoke about fate and destiny, and it made Caspian wonder if this wasn’t simply chance that she had become a seer, that the Powers That Be meant for an ordinary little girl to be extraordinary someday. But she couldn’t believe that, for how could fate be so cruel, especially from what she saw? Disaster and pain could surely be avoided if one strove hard enough. If she could be the gambit, perhaps she could be of use for once. Maybe her life would have meaning then, if at least to save another. No one would really miss her anyway. That had been her opinion for years, but certain events kept making her wonder. Certain people were starting to weave their way into her life in a way that was utterly frightening and mystifying.
Perhaps she wasn’t as alone as she thought. But would they stay? She couldn’t bear to lose everything all over again.
Abilities: Being a seer has become a complicated thing for Caspian to wrap herself around and fully understand. If her track record with therapists and other caretakers has been any indication, her abilities sound more like delusions than reality, only understood by someone who experiences them daily. Darshei has explained to her before that any form of psychic ability gained by humans is highly rare and a rather peculiar phenomenon that seems to happen through various traumatic events unique to each individual. She only knows of two other instances in her lifetime thus far that have occurred, though neither are as well-managed as Caspian’s is.
Caspian’s visions of the future are episodic, coming in short bursts or in longer, lingering events that fully take over her consciousness. The smaller visions are vague and are harder for Caspian to piece together, occurring at least once per day and only for seconds at a time. Larger visions take hold of her entirely and force the woman to experience the situation from the point of view of the victim, able to see the potential danger they will face. It is these visions that she strives hard to intervene and stop before they occur, and the ones that frighten her the most for how real they can feel. Over time Caspian has come to understand that the visions are only possible futures that she fully intends to change for the better. It never fails to amaze Darshei who has seen her younger protege grow that much stronger over the years and prove that fate is not as permanent as she once thought.
As a smaller side-effect of her seer abilities, having seen the fabric of time itself means that she can view all aspects of time, not just the future. Less practiced due to the intimacy of the act, Caspian is able to read a person’s memories down to the subconscious through touch and careful concentration. She feels it too invasive and respects the privacy of others enough to know that there are many chapters in a person’s life that are best kept secret.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Orientation: Demiromantic Demisexual
Description: A wisp of a person, Caspian appears haggard and worn as if most of the life were drained from her. Average in height at 5’6” tall, she is underweight at a mere 122 lbs with a thin, bony frame. Her hair is coal black and straight as a board, the layers uneven and kept up in a tousled ponytail most of the time. While she is a dark olive brown complexion she usually has a pale pallor across her skin. Caspian’s eyes are the most noticeable part of her, the right a goldenrod and ghosted over with blindness and the left a dull orange and both with dark circles under them from lack of sleep. She is often seen with a pensive look or a frown, very rarely enthused by much, though her eyes are highly expressive and show more than what she’d like to. Notable marks include a random array of scars, including a large amount on her forearms from self-injury. Her wardrobe consists of looser-fitting, darker colored, and simple outfits to obscure her body and look less conspicuous.
Occupation: Library assistant, seer
Likes: Books, heights, coffee, birds, instrumental music, photography, swimming, spicy food.
Dislikes: People, being in the spotlight, sleeping (frequently has nightmares), most physical contact, cars/public transit, acute weather changes, religion and politics, hospitals/doctors.
Personality: Initial appearances do no justice to fully describe how complex of a person Caspian is. Where she may seem rather unremarkable, the woman is a wise and intelligent person, highly articulate and inquisitive. She knows a lot of things solely from reading, having immersed herself in books and learning from a young age. Being a rather solitary person and highly introverted, Caspian claims that she understands books better than people for their honesty and predictability. She finds herself highly uneasy around crowds and social situations, and fears being in the spotlight above most things. Trusting in few and friendly to even fewer, she keeps those she does tolerate at a distance just in case, jaded to the point of closing herself up almost entirely. Frequently irritable and abrasive, she has problems with severe pessimism and self-loathing that leaves her feeling very lonely. On the rare occasion that Caspian finds happiness she fears it being too far from her grasp or potentially lost, so is skeptical of all help or acts of kindness. She has an unnerving quiet grace to her, an observer by nature with a piercing gaze that seems to see right through you. Caspian people-watches and gazes upon the world as it passes by with a cynical eye, commenting on things with a dry tone and blunt sarcasm. She seems to always be moving, walking, or following the flow of people wherever it takes her like a shadow. A risk-taker with a devil-may-care attitude to her own life, trouble follows the woman wherever she goes and she is quite used to risking herself in dangerous situations no matter the consequences. Whatever she sets her mind to, the woman follows through to the very end with a smoldering resolve.
History: She knew happiness, once. For as much as Caspian felt the past was a heavy burden to bear, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it fully. Even if they were just memories now, certain moments had been her lifeline in the worst of times. If the world was ever-changing and unpredictable, she knew at least that some things had permanence. Caspian had never known more hard-working people than her parents. They never revealed their sacrifices out loud, but she knew that long work days and tired eyes spoke volumes. Teaching and nursing required a lot of time away and yet there was dinner together every night, and breakfast every morning. Family was most important in their household, for they had no one else to rely on. Her father would speak of their homeland with reverence, though she could always hear a certain longing in his tone for who and what they had left behind.
Her name, when asked, was a story in itself. Everyone expected a son, with four brothers on her father’s side, two on her mother’s, and a long lineage of first-borns shared between them. The Caspian Sea had been the first place that her father had been taken to as a boy on vacation, and a name he had insisted was a perfect fit for his own child. Caspian would later wonder if her love of water was due to this odd obsession and mused over it fondly. When their bright-eyed son ended up being a squirming, fussy daughter much to their shock, the name still stuck. They would get a son three years later, Ravi a much quieter child than the curious handful that Caspian would become. She would remember a saying that her mother would tell her to placate the questions asked by the little girl all the time, about anything and everything. Her father pushed her to learn and grow at a rapid pace and Caspian eagerly soaked up the world around her, but her mother was much simpler in her lessons. Jaan hai to Jahan Hai, she would say. Only if you are alive, things matter.
It rained that day, that was the only detail Caspian would clearly remember, and even then she could barely recall it happening in the first place. She had been told the details many times but it never quite felt like she had been there, struggling to keep alive in the wreckage of their car. Chalk it up to another tragic statistic from reckless driving, they would say. At least they hadn’t suffered, but she did every day, knowing that she had been left alone. That instant would set the pace for the rest of her life, severed from what she knew and thrust into the unknown. Countless therapists and counselors would tell her that what she saw in the five days of her coma were just a result of the damage in the crash, the nightmares of a traumatized nine year old. But it had felt too real to just be some passing dream despite how ridiculous it felt to say that she had seen time, watched its flow spiral forward in endless movement towards oblivion. The visions felt real as well, and wouldn’t stop coming, bringing impending death, death, death.
Foster care was worse than the hospitals, since no one wanted a ‘crazy child’ in their care. What was once a very vivid and warm girl had rapidly become a nevous shell of her former self who had outbursts that ‘simply couldn’t be handled’. Only one person took care to find her and look out for her, a woman that Caspian would later credit to saving her from herself. Shei was a strange person, but the redhead knew what she was going through and guided her through it. She listened, she cared for her. She was the only real family that Caspian had after that day. She struggled from then on, retracting into herself and building up the walls around her heart. If no one else could understand her, she wouldn’t bother to understand them. Caspian would become their shadow and fade away from their scrutiny. It was much more comfortable that way. As smart as she was and as much as she excelled in school despite being the ‘creepy loner girl’ at eighteen she was on her own and no more prepared for the outside world than she had been at nine. Now, however, she had choices. Having learned more about the power thrust upon her, she could finally do something about it.
Some spoke about fate and destiny, and it made Caspian wonder if this wasn’t simply chance that she had become a seer, that the Powers That Be meant for an ordinary little girl to be extraordinary someday. But she couldn’t believe that, for how could fate be so cruel, especially from what she saw? Disaster and pain could surely be avoided if one strove hard enough. If she could be the gambit, perhaps she could be of use for once. Maybe her life would have meaning then, if at least to save another. No one would really miss her anyway. That had been her opinion for years, but certain events kept making her wonder. Certain people were starting to weave their way into her life in a way that was utterly frightening and mystifying.
Perhaps she wasn’t as alone as she thought. But would they stay? She couldn’t bear to lose everything all over again.
Abilities: Being a seer has become a complicated thing for Caspian to wrap herself around and fully understand. If her track record with therapists and other caretakers has been any indication, her abilities sound more like delusions than reality, only understood by someone who experiences them daily. Darshei has explained to her before that any form of psychic ability gained by humans is highly rare and a rather peculiar phenomenon that seems to happen through various traumatic events unique to each individual. She only knows of two other instances in her lifetime thus far that have occurred, though neither are as well-managed as Caspian’s is.
Caspian’s visions of the future are episodic, coming in short bursts or in longer, lingering events that fully take over her consciousness. The smaller visions are vague and are harder for Caspian to piece together, occurring at least once per day and only for seconds at a time. Larger visions take hold of her entirely and force the woman to experience the situation from the point of view of the victim, able to see the potential danger they will face. It is these visions that she strives hard to intervene and stop before they occur, and the ones that frighten her the most for how real they can feel. Over time Caspian has come to understand that the visions are only possible futures that she fully intends to change for the better. It never fails to amaze Darshei who has seen her younger protege grow that much stronger over the years and prove that fate is not as permanent as she once thought.
As a smaller side-effect of her seer abilities, having seen the fabric of time itself means that she can view all aspects of time, not just the future. Less practiced due to the intimacy of the act, Caspian is able to read a person’s memories down to the subconscious through touch and careful concentration. She feels it too invasive and respects the privacy of others enough to know that there are many chapters in a person’s life that are best kept secret.