(rafael silva, cis male, n/a) VIGILANTE has their eye on CAIO PREY. HE is/are a 353 YEAR-OLD FAERIE who lives in the LAKEFRONT DISTRICT. according to VIGILANTE’s intel, they work as a ART BROKER and are known for being IMPISH and RUTHLESS. hopefully they don’t give VIGILANTE a reason to strike.
hello hello! i’m kitty and this is my brain-child caio (he usually goes by stag for reasons solely related to his desire to portray himself more as prey than predator...hence the surname). below, you’ll find some backstory, headcanons, etc. i am excited to get to write with you all ♥ there’s also a tl;dr because i went a lil crazy with the writing in here
BACKSTORY AND SUMMARY
Somewhere deep within the trees between the countries of Brazil and Columbia, the union of twelve fae brought about the next generation of protector figures for the local green clime. This union was purely methodical in nature, lacking love and affection that most would attribute to couples as the sole and primary directive was to create more of those who could stand before the ever encroaching humans.
The one who came to refer to himself as Caio was the fourth of twenty-eight offspring to grow from this union and his youth was spent honing and developing the trades necessary to combat the human war efforts that threatened the livelihood of the forest. Times were less than favorable among different human groups and as they intended on taking stands against one another, they were a destructive force for the environment. The mission of the fae was simple: keep the outsiders...out.
Most of the siblings did just that, leading with their glamours and natural charm to steer men away from entering the brush of the trees and that was as far as their involvement extended. Those born of a particular fae known as Nightshade in the polyamorous union each received an animal moniker appropriate to their methodology. The eldest was Fox. She was sly and cunning, small yet ferocious when necessary. The next born was Owl, wise and true who preferred to warn and guide rather than trick. The third was Bear, strong and intimidating, glamouring others through fear. The fourth, our Caio Prey, was referred to as Stag. He used his looks and appeal to draw people into unfavorable situations where he’d gore them later, ruthless in his endeavors in a way that unsettled his siblings. The fifth was Wolf, every bit as noble and stoic as a wolf and cared the most for the humans. These five children referred to themselves as the Keepers, the eldest of the twenty-eight second generation fae.
As the siblings grew older, they spread themselves across the border of the rainforest, becoming sentinels for regions designated to them. Stag had spent much of his time in Brazil, watching the humans grow and learn and envied their freedom to explore and conquer beyond their country-bound limits. He watched as they returned with riches, new spouses, and a myriad of knowledges that he craved so dear. It was because of this reason that he abandoned his post and issued in a new era for the Amazon.
As he ventured out into the world, he made sure to blend in with human society to the best of his own ability. He was careful, but every moment in which he let himself slip into his true nature, he would glamour his way out of these situations and flee for greener pastures. This caught the attention of a coven of witches. From them, he learned more practical uses of his abilities and through him, they were granted access to the knowledge of the trees. After years of peaceful negotiations and sharing of each other’s cultures, he brought this coven to his siblings and the first unions between fae and witches in the area took place.
New envoys were born in bulk between the crossings of fae and witch, all of whom worked and served to protect the fragile natural clime from outsiders. Stag served as the progenitor of the union, but never sired his own children or fell in love with the witches. Of the Keepers, only he and his younger brother Wolf never paired off, never giving away their vitality for the sake of mortality. Many of their kin who were not born of Nightshade had also paired off, but the remaining few continued to breed with the witches to ensure that more sirens and shapeshifters could be born.
Much like he once did, Stag grew tired of this life and set out into the world again, this time vowing not to return. He felt that his job was over. Two hundred years of service had awarded the forest a great deal, but there were new protectors now. Some were stronger and wiser than he would ever be. Besides, he was always more fascinated with the humans and their trinkets...their little things that they held more preciously than their own lives.
Only, being raised outside of human culture meant not knowing how or why it functioned the way that it did. Stag had no concept of money or its value. He wanted so many of these little trinkets to call his own but did little more than cheat and steal his way into acquiring so many before he realized that this wasn’t the acceptable way to go about. Within that was something sinister: Stag enjoyed the thrill of stealing and trickery as much as he did acquiring things legitimately. Fae habits die hard, it seemed.
For a hundred more years, Stag would take on a moniker and insert himself into a population. He’d taken on so many jobs that brought him closer to the trinkets of his fancy, from archeologist to treasure hunter to bounty hunter and the like. His propensity for the finer things never died, but he took less time being a burglar and more time striking impossible deals and contracts that when they inevitably fell through, he’d get all that he wanted in the end.
Stag now works as an independent art broker. Officially, at least. He has certainly not stopped his cat-burglary ways, but he manages to only allow his sticky fingers to get ahold of something when he’s exhausted all other options. He’s since taken on the name of Caio Prey as well, very human and yet...so strangely not.
TLDR;
Stag, aka Caio, is an art broker who likes shiny things and tricking people into giving him those shiny things. He has no care for authority or human convention, but likes to pretend like he does sometimes. Think somewhere between Poison Ivy and Selina Kyle in terms of morality.
HEADCANONS
Caio is the name that Stag tends to tell people, but he only ever refers to himself internally as Stag, which is why it’ll mostly be the thing seen when writing him trouncing about.
True to the stereotypes of mythological fae, Stag never outright lies. He is allowed to spin the truth to his advantage, use clever word-play to deceive, and the like, but he cannot lie. This is an entirely personal thing, however, and is not reflective of faerie culture as a whole.
There is a lot of blood on his hands that he seems completely comfortable sharing.
Of the different types of supernatural creatures, the only ones that Stag trusts are fae and witches. He never puts up a guard against the others, but views their methods and histories as far more barbaric in nature. Even still, the opportunity to work alongside someone of a different species brings him a level of thrill he can’t quite place.
English is Stag’s third language. His first is Brazilian and then Spanish, all of which he speaks fluently. He is conversational in French, Mandarin Chinese, and Italian due to trade.
