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Cassian

The Hyperborean Nobleman


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Name
Cassian Diorah (Kas-see-an)
Height
Very Tall (38)
Fur Color
Brown Shades , Black, and Gray
Sex & Gender
Male
Weight
Very Heavy (127)
Eyes
A dull agean Blue
Age
6 years (2018-01-03)
Build
Stocky
Species
Northwestern Wolf
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p e r s o n a l i t y

stubborn / heartfelt / traditional / caring / fragile

Cassian is a hesitant man. Born and raised under the conditions of hierarchy and tradition he keeps himself to familiarity. Cassian believes there is a certain order and flow to things and he consistently strives to keep things as such. Foreign ideas make Cassian a nervous wolf, and although open to change he isn't one to handle them well.

He holds himself to status, and he takes his purpose very seriously. He can not handle himself when he has nothing to do. He goes through methods and he's often offset upon his method being differentiated. He can adapt, yes, but he may not handle things as well as someone who is heavily focused on that task. He may even lack effort in doing so.

His mind is like a pit. Things get thrown into them but not many come out. This pit has walls built around them, and once throwing yourself over the wall the pit will not let you out. It's hard for Cassian to make attachments but once they are made it's devastating to break them. Once trust is earned and broken again you will never get back into the pit.

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Cassian is exhausted beyond belief. He's one to constantly stray behind the group, a sense of protection to those around him, as well as an offering for those above to snatch him like a hawk grabbing its prey. The brute often has an exhausted expression on his face, one that tells many tales to those around him. He can seem quite bland at first. A lethargic wolf trying to maneuver his way until he can get back to wherever he was going. Where was he going, again...? He doesn't know at this point. Maybe there's a reason he doesn't know.

To some, Cassian can be very fatherly. He worries as if there's no tomorrow and there hardly ever is a moment where his nerves aren't fried. He constantly overthinks things and even if it isn't true there may always be a small part of Cassian that believes it is. When faced with the opposing thoughts of others he hardly takes them into consideration unless they align similarly with his own. It's hard to get him to trust you if you are too different from him. Your suggestions may not even be considered by him at times.

He's a tactical wolf. As mentioned before he consistently overthinks. He likes to take a steady approach to things and he never runs into situations unless forcefully instructed by someone he trusts. Cassian is surprisingly good with street smarts. He knows his way around forests, and he has a vague knowledge of tracking. Having grown up within a thick forest he developed ways in order to not get lost as a child. "Only the smartest come out alive," his mother always told him. Maybe she was right. Going with his steady approaches Cassian constantly has to check those he meets. Even if you are on casual terms he wants a flat out statement of why exactly you're talking to him in this moment, otherwise he doesn't trust it and he'll become weary. Deep down he thinks everyone wants something from him, and he can't fathom the idea that maybe, just maybe, they just want a nice conversation.

r e l a t i o n s


Mate — N/A
Orientation — Biromantic Demisexual
Glances Toward — N/A
CompanionsDoc

— code by Rue

a p p e a r e n c e

— Cassian is a sturdily built wolf with a fur of oak, cedar, stone, and charcoal. Reining from a lineage of heavy and tall wolves Cassian himself is no different. Having a father born within the mountains he holds a very thick fur, especially around his chest and neck. This thick fur runs from the crook of his neck all the way down to his lower belly. Cassian's coat is one of a dulled oak, the background in which his markings lay on top of. Ripened cedar courses down it runs down the underside of his neck, going further to the very bottom of his underbelly with stone that runs from there to the top of his head, sliding down his neck to form the crest of his fur and charcoal that covers his chin and a patch near his throat and tips the back of his legs and paws.

— Cassian smells like the earth itself. Paired with his brownish tones is a heavy scent of dirt. His scent does not come from being unclean and more so rises from the fact he's spent so much time within the forests. Paired with the scent of earth is the faint musk of pine trees. At times the pine becomes more prominent, but it usually remains vague.


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a f f i l i a t i o n s

LonerTemporarily NorthFallStormrift

Father — Apollo Zoan
Mother — Ares Diorah
Siblings — Osborn Diorah

His walls are built strongly against those around him. He holds trust issues and he doesn't actively try to connect with someone as he fears it will only end in a loss of sorts. Even if he doesn't remember much of what happened before he arrived in Canis, that's something that's stuck with him most of all. Loss. The feeling of something in your heart being ripped out instantaneously. Friendships, love, everything. He doesn't want to experience that pain again. Because of this Cassian, at times, can come off as harsh towards others. When he feels cornered or provoked he can snap and tell someone to back off. Cassian himself is like a glass ball waiting to be dropped. He gets tossed around, and he's gained a few cracks. Yet when the ball itself shatters there is no returning from that. When his limit is reached, there will be nothing to come back from.

Being a man of tradition Cassian can't handle change. He has methods that he must go through, and when those methods are broken he panics. He likes it when he can expect things. Wake up, catch a few rabbits to eat, cleanse himself in the river, and then go and rest. After rest, go and travel. After travel, go and rest once more. When this cycle is broken he has to take a whole day off in order to regain his composure and his sense of direction. If he ends up skipping the bath he won't even move from that spot. He'll go back and he'll sit and wait until the next day to start over again. This also goes for doing what he's told. If he's told to do something over and over again by somebody he trusts he will do so without question. He understands he's expected to do what the other expects of him, and he will do it until he drops.

When you get past Cassian's outer shell you will be met with the caring heart of a wolf. One who's caring and loyalty is endless. You will find yourself constantly being worried over by this brute, and there will be no more peace when you don't feel well. Even if you mention you have a slight roughness accumulating in your throat Cassian will go out of his way to search for an herbalist to heal you, even if there is no sickness. His love is endless, like a waterfall flowing from an ocean. Although finite, in this moment it may last forever. It takes a lot to Cassian away from you as he'll become consistently protective. He does respect boundaries though, and if you flat out tell him you don't need him to do something he'll listen like an obedient dog. If anything, once he trusts you he is nothing but a golden retriever awaiting for you to come home from work.


Cassian had been born to the pack of Abram in a land called Staurrian. His mother was Ares a wolf of black and cedar, some hints of red within her coat. A strong, independent woman who could've taken over the world if she hadn't fallen pregnant. Her will was just that strong. His father had been a timid yet loving wolf named Apollo, a lean and skinny wolf with a light coat of tannish birch, although he held the similar color of oak and stone that Cassian holds now. After the two had found love and Ares fell pregnant Apollo had passed. The wolf had gained a sickness from the last cold-season, and it seemed it had yet to go away. Slowly he couldn't hold on any longer, passing before the boys were born.

Cassian had been within a set of unidentical twins. A litter of two. Him and his brother Osborn had only come out, but to say his mother was fine with that was an understatement. His twin had inherited a similar set of coloring and markings from their mother. A mix of brown and black, mostly, along with some of her reddish patches. This had placed Osborn as more of the baby to their mother, the she-wolf favoring the kin that looked the most like her. Cassian wasn't as lucky. He came out with a similar marking set to his father, along with the colors more prominent from his coat. Even if he didn't look as identical his mother just couldn't stand to look at him. Cassian had blamed her then, but he grew to understand.

It wasn't long before the two brothers drifted. They were never close in the first place, really. Who wouldn't be surprised? Osborn was favored and Cassian was brushed off for anything that wouldn't result in his death. Even with that they were just to different in everything else. Osborn was boisterous and loud. He walked with a sense of confidence and regality that others could hardly match. It was almost as if he saw himself over everyone else, which he secretly did. Cassian on the other hand hung around the backgrounds. People of the pack hardly noticed him, and when they did it when they needed something. Other than that he was merely a ghost within the wind to everyone. His brother Osborn really had nothing going up within that brain of his, only success and the now. Cassian on the other hand had too much going on, the world and possibilities. He was constantly thinking. Constantly overwhelmed. That was until he met Tullia.

At that fateful moment he knew Tullia was the love of his life. A white she-wolf with golden swirls intermixed within her fur. She was more stunning than a goddess. She was everything Cassian could ask and want for. She was smart, funny, and she challenged him in more ways than he could think. They met when they were adolescents. She had approached him when he was coming back from a patrol training. When she spoke it was like the world froze to listen.

From that moment on he couldn't help but think of her, and whenever he could he'd come and bother her to talk. For any discussion that was smarter than his brother's stupid responses. Upon becoming adults Cassian asked her to be with him. The first couple of tries had only been met with a laugh and a brush of her shoulder. She'd always give the excuses that they were 'too young' or 'not yet,' but after enough convincing the she-wolf had finally agreed to the persistent wolf. Cassian immediately became clingy. It was like he'd been given permission for everything in the world. Attached at the hip. In fact there was hardly ever a time they weren't together, day and night were spent at each other's sides. Almost as if they couldn't spend anymore time together, their child was born. Soon the two became three with the birth of Caldor, their child sharing the same colors and markings as their father and late grandfather. His mother lived to see the birth of her grandchild, and she couldn't be more proud. Admittedly Cassian, with his ongoing sibling rivalry with Osborn thought it was a way to stick it to his brother, show him that he can do things other than sit quietly in the corner.

Cassian hadn't been very happy with his placement as an Epsilon. Yes, he had a mate, he had a child, and most of his family was still around, save for his father. Yet it was a simple job that he and his brother were placed to do. At times they hardly even did things, and it was a lot of sitting and waiting. Osborn enjoyed. Gave him more free time to do whatever he wanted. Cassian did not. He spent enough sitting as a child, and now that he was out of his shell he wanted to achieve his full purpose. He always had felt that they both should be doing more things to help with the pack, and this was the perfect opportunity.

Cassian soon came to wish that wasn't what he'd wanted. While he worked his mate, Tulia, worked with the Lambdas to hunt and provide. This left their child Caldor either in the paws of Cassian, or off with the Gammas and other adolescents. By teen hood Caldor had grown to take after their grandmother, being quite the independent wolf and choosing to slip out constantly with friends to venture the woods. They wanted to see what was out there. They wanted to see and know every part of this world they called home. The place their grandmother oh so chose to respect.

As an eager epsilon he had been the first to go out. A panicked Lambda came to camp to call for help and to evacuate everyone out in the woods to get back to camp. A landslide occurring as result of the recent wet season. Cassian quickly called to Tulia to make sure Caldor stayed in camp as he rushed out to help collect survivors. He was long gone by the time Tulia had realized Caldor was nowhere to be seen.

He quickly sprinted off into the woods, fellow Epsilons charging out behind the male to collect the other wolves as the Lotas prepared a health station. North, South, East, West. Epsilons quickly evacuated the area, collecting most wolves that had been out. Few casualties had occurred, but Cassian came across the worst one.

Coming to the slope of a hill Cassian was met with a scene he'd only seen in his nightmares. Caldor had been caught above when the landslide came, pushing the teens body down the mountain and through a thin tree that had been struck by lightning only days before. Caldor's head had been slid right through it like a meatball on a kabob, the spike like tree going straight through the right side of their head and right out the other. If it wasn't for the fact it had pierced through their brain they would've never been able to walk again, the mudslide having mangled some of their limbs from the rocks that had mixed in.

Cassian had to leave Caldor on that tree for a whole month until things had cleared up enough to be able to traverse that area of the forest again. He hadn't told anyone what he saw. Mostly because he couldn't handle it, resulting in sleepless nightmares for months. He didn't even tell Tulia the demise of their child, constantly reassuring her that their child would come back. Even if he knew their fate like the back of his paw. By the time the landslide was over and cleared Cassian immediately went back out in the search party for the unaccounted for adolescent, yet Cassian still kept his mouth shut. Cassian knew where they were, going back to that horrid spot in hopes it was all a dream. By the time they had been able to make it the only mark of Caldor having been there was a pile of bones with rotting scraps of flesh that had been picked off by vultures above.

The brute returned to camp that day empty handed. Only with the tale that he'd found a pile of bones by a tree, with no further explanation as he refused to talk further about it.

Tullia had been heartbroken, and quite frankly so was Cassian. Even with the love of her life her child was gone. Her own flesh and blood. She had no resolution and it slowly broke her. She stayed within her den only to come out for the occasional meal. Eating, then returning to sleep. She had fallen into a deep mental hole, and soon she passed away from heartbreak, hopefully joining her kin among the stars.

Cassian had been trying his best to hold on, yet with the knowledge that he could have done something, he was torn. Every chunk of his heart felt ripped out. There was nothing left of him. He knew what he had to do.

This cut off is where Cassian finds himself within Canis. He remembers nothing of his past, nor how he got here. He only knows that he's come younger than he had been, and that he wants nothing to do with anyone. He's kept his experiences, but only the results. He hopes to find answers among these foreign lands.


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g a l l e r y

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— Art by SleepyLucas

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— Art by Spoox

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— Art by Splash

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— Art by Kahooty

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— Art by Verima

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— Art by Kahooty

Recent Location

Cassian has most recently been in Alpine Moors, Gomeisa, Elsewhen, Mountains, Rippling Heights.

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Local Time
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Member Since
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