You Can Call Me Sexy... Or Handsome? But don't call me Late!
Character Age:
Last time I checked I think I was 22? give or take a few years...
Character Gender:
Really? *sigh* Male
Character Height:
Tall so tall that short people look at me and go 'DAMN HE TALL!'... 6'...
Character Weight:
Not applicable... FINE 185 pounds...
Body-Type:
Sexy? does that count? I guess you could say Fit&Flexible? Ya... you know where I am going
Blood-Type:
Red... like everyone else's...
Affiliation:
Cyrus PRAISE BE UNTO HIM! Drake and Ray.. HI YOU GUYS!!!
Race
Two arms... Two Legs... I'm going to go with human... Ya that works
Unique Features:
Unique features?! really?! what does that have to do with anything?!
It was a beautiful day outside of the Tavern at Port Avalon. Castors eyes locked onto a small hummingbird who had taken it upon himself to lap at the liquid oozing from a blackberry. He could count the individual feathers on his wing, the speed in which they moved was painfully slow to Castor. "Snap out of it Damn it Castor!" Drakes voice cut through the dull of Castors daydream. thousands of thoughts and quips shot through Castors mind before he looked back at Drake "no your face!" Castor laughed half heartedly at his pathetic and rather childish joke and Drake looked slightly worried and confused. It had been several years since He had joined the Corruption hunters. Castor had been a important member to the group containing: Drake. The Leader and Ray. The Cute Muscle. At first Castor had not enjoyed being forced to fight the corruption, but as the money fell on his lap he learned to love it. Acting as a scout and Message carrier for his now 'Friends' "What is wrong with you man? You have seemed off?" Castors eyes once again wandered, then he caught a small stir of motion as Drake went to slap him. To Castor his hand moved at normal speed to Drakes slowed speed, catching the slap he stared daggers at Drake. "What Warsky!? I haven't had my daily coffee, im tired, and in need of a good woman and a good sleep." "Something bothers you my friend.. I have seen this look before! you should be celebrating! You have the boots of Cyrus.." Castor let off a small "Praise be unto he" under his breath as Drake continued "I haven't seen you like this... what is on your mind? what is within you?" a small chuckle was the reply Ser Drake of Warsky got. "You really wanna know?" Drake nodded as he looked at him
Castor was born to a small farming family to the deep north of Albion, his family was... simple to say the least. He was a single child to a Young father and mother. At the time Castor was in no way as complicated as he was today. He could remember the smell of his father as he came back from the field, the smell of his mother when she kissed him goodnight. He remembered the smell of blood....
"Damn it Castor! snap out of it?! I cant help you if you don't talk!" "I... I don't want to Talk, I just... want to be alone." the moment the last letter left his mouth he was gone, running through the city. Once more he was met with his normal world, everybody else slow, him but a blur to them.
"Castor! come my boy! come and help me with the harvest today!" Castor joined his father on this day, but he didn't know what was going to happen...
Castor stumbled and fell to the ground, skidding for several meters before just laying on the ground, he found himself at a husk of a building, nothing remained but the skeleton shell of rubble. "huh... of course I would end up here..." Castor was deep within the hold of the corruption to the north where his family farm had once been located.
"CASTOR! RUN!" His fathers cry was the last thing he had heard as he ran home. The Farm was within the heart of corruption and his family was too poor to afford elsewhere. They had fought off corrupted humans, and scared off the odd Vildabeast. but these ones... they attacked. the large and fast Vildabeasts had sprung on his father when his back was turned. Castor smelled blood and tasted fear as he ran, Praying for his life all the while
No... this was... nothing like he remembered it. So Castor did what he thought was right. He worked. He cleared the ruble from around his child hood home. He worked until his mind was clean and his muscles ached. He relied on his determination to clear it , rather then his speed. Moving no faster then anyone else
They caught him , not a few feet from where he started, he felt their claws in his back, their teeth ripping into his legs. He felt the darkness creeping around him... then he heard... he wasn't sure what, but it was a whooshing of wind, then the roaring of the two Vildabeasts that caught him. A kind voice lifted his dyeing spirit "No... not yet... Run my child... Run to your mother... Save her" Castor felt a power surge through him as his body healed, then the feel of electricity run through his limbs as he stood and ran... and all the world was a blur
He stood before the cleared land, no rock out of place, and nothing where it shouldn't be. His body ached, and sweat covered his limbs. He had never in all of his life worked as hard as he did then. But as a dehydrated man would seek water to quench his thirst. He seeked the peace that had been denied him all these long years.
He came to a sliding stop as his body slowed down, the world around him returning to normal, running into the home he found his mother, mauled to death by Vildabeasts. Castor moved to his mother and landed on his knees beside her, and he wept as he saw what was done. and how he wasn't able to save her... this was his fault, his burden to bare. Until the end of his days
using a old rock he hammered in the last of the two grave markers into the ground "im sorry... im sorry it took me... so long to come back and do this right..." He let off a chocked cough as he held back tears "You would be happy to know I have friends now... and I'm using my gifts to help others. As best I can of course... I... I just wish I could spend one more day with you... maybe... maybe If I could have done something... anything... things could have been different... im sorry" With that Castor lifted his head and turned and walked back towards Albion, leaving the area with one last parting glance.
Powers
-Enhanced speed- Castor is able to travel at a top speed of Mach 3 equal to 3704.4 KPH (2301.81 MPH) he can only achieve this speed on long flat stretches of land, when running through the city he travels a little under Mach 1 equal to 1234.8 KPH (767.269 MPH) this is still enough for the world to be slowed. And will usually shatter near by glass or other weak objects.
-Accelerated metabolism- One of Castors biggest downfalls, if he doesn't consume enough food in a day, he can barely move. His body would then begin to eat itself, and within a few hours he would die. This is why he is normally seen eating large amounts of food. Or a highly concentrated Hunter meal made by Ray. This Sadly also means that Castor is unable to get drunk, his body burns off the alcohol long before he gets a chance to enjoy any sort of buzz
-Accelerated Perception/Thought Process- Castor is able to see the world around him in slow motion, allowing him to see things that others are blind to. He has on several occasions proved this by reading through rather large books in a matter of seconds. And remembering the smallest of details in something that happened several years ago.
-Accelerated healing- Due to his body's unnatural speed, he heals much faster then others. What takes a normal man 4 months to heal a broken bone, will take Castor a few hours. He is still human though, and incredibly susceptible to pain... if he is caught of course...
-Super Sonic Punch- Castor will get a long distance between him and a foe, and traveling Mach 3 he will strike the opponent. able to shatter stone, or perice through many metals. he has used this ability once against a kraken, and had ripped out hits heart
-G-force immunity- Castor is immune to the downfalls of G-force, unable to feel the increased weight of traveling the speed of sound
-Tornado creation- Castor runs around in a tight circle, and with the backdraft from his speed, he will create a tornado.
YET TO BE LEARNED - Intangibility - Castor is able to move his body in such a way that his very body will pass through solid objects
YET TO BE LEARNED - Time Travel - Castor will travel the speed of light 299792458 Meters per second or 1079252848.8 Kilometers per hour. The breaking of the light barrier opens a wormhole for him to travel to... either traveling to the past... or the future...
Lol ya I know If you have ever rpd with castor he is a immature sarcastic dick I took that first part as if he was getting interviewed and how he would respond
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