05-11-2018, 01:23 PM
SO NOTORIOUS !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.
It wasn't that Caesar didn't want to be with his family; he did. Er, rather his siblings. His parents didn't really matter to him that much. They cared for him, yes, but they were also ignorant and didn't care for what he said. But his siblings outright disowned him. They brushed him off, like he didn't matter anymore! So Caesar told himself constantly that he didn't need them, that he didn't want them around. But oh how the truth hurt.
Unlike Argus, Caesar couldn't exactly pinpoint if others were godlike or fellow demons; not without being able to detect their auras. That power didn't follow him quite yet, but he was sure they were coming soon. Hopefully. Regardless, Argus did hold an air of an authority to her, which pissed Caesar off. And that was the only reason too: she had a position here in The Typhoon. Sure, he just joined and he was new, but he did not enjoy being a Crew Mate. He never have been, even back at home. He just didn't enjoy being the lowest ranking member outside of prisoners or exilement. It just wasn't him. It irritated him.
So of course Caesar wouldn't be so willing to get into his past. But in addition to Argus being an Officer and a stranger, it was mostly for his pride. Caesar believed that what happened in the past was in the past; he shouldn't focus on it too much (even though he did). He took pride in destroying his home, but at the same time he didn't want to think about it. Because he knew his emotions would eventually come back to haunt him, and he didn't want to break down in the middle of camp and start to Corrupt. That would be weak, pathetic. And that just wasn't who Caesar was.
Caesar stopped in his tracks as Argus called him by name, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm settling in fine." He grunted in response. Great, just who he needed here. Somebody who probably doesn't already like him. Whatever. If he got pissed enough, he could just run off and hit something. Or somebody. Whichever came first.
Unlike Argus, Caesar couldn't exactly pinpoint if others were godlike or fellow demons; not without being able to detect their auras. That power didn't follow him quite yet, but he was sure they were coming soon. Hopefully. Regardless, Argus did hold an air of an authority to her, which pissed Caesar off. And that was the only reason too: she had a position here in The Typhoon. Sure, he just joined and he was new, but he did not enjoy being a Crew Mate. He never have been, even back at home. He just didn't enjoy being the lowest ranking member outside of prisoners or exilement. It just wasn't him. It irritated him.
So of course Caesar wouldn't be so willing to get into his past. But in addition to Argus being an Officer and a stranger, it was mostly for his pride. Caesar believed that what happened in the past was in the past; he shouldn't focus on it too much (even though he did). He took pride in destroying his home, but at the same time he didn't want to think about it. Because he knew his emotions would eventually come back to haunt him, and he didn't want to break down in the middle of camp and start to Corrupt. That would be weak, pathetic. And that just wasn't who Caesar was.
Caesar stopped in his tracks as Argus called him by name, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm settling in fine." He grunted in response. Great, just who he needed here. Somebody who probably doesn't already like him. Whatever. If he got pissed enough, he could just run off and hit something. Or somebody. Whichever came first.
'TILL I'M NUMB, 'TILL I'M BLISSFUL !
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