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» NAME :  Cain. . » AGE :  ??? . » BIRTHDAY :  ???. » SPECIES :  Human. » GENDER :  Male . » SEX :  Male . » ORIENTATION : Homosexual. » PROFESSION :  Gardener / Heavens Bounty Hunter ( verse dependent ! ).

PHYSICAL ASPECTS

» HAIR :  blonde. » EYES :  Blue. » SKIN : Pale, though often tanned due to extensive time in the garden / outside. » HEIGHT :  6′9″.

FAMILY

» SIBLINGS :  Abel ( brother ) . » PARENTS :  Adam, Eve.  » GRANDPARENTS :  God??? . » OTHER RELATIVES :  None. » ANY PETS ? : Abel & Ken tbh  ;///.

SKILLS

» PHYSICAL PROWESS : ( verse dependent ) • Hand to Hand combat - Expert level. • Skilled in use of weaponry. • Athletic/High stamina. • Keen eyesight/ 20/20 vision. • Inhuman levels of strength ( angelic. ). • flawless teamwork / duo skills.

» ABILITIES : • flight - use of wings. • Control over vegetation .

TRAITS

—— POSITIVE ——

fiercely loyal, protective ( overly so ) , attempting to become a better person , caring ( to few ).

—— NEGATIVE ——

vicious , verbally abusive , cold demeanour, condescending, impatient, impulsive, untrusting.

LIKES

» COLOURS :  black / grey / blue . » SMELLS : Vanilla & Earth // herbal, almost. » FOOD :  Total health nut - salads / organic / home grown meals. » DRINKS :  fruit tea / iced tea / tea / coke / flavoured water ( specifically apricot ) . » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? :  none.

OTHER DETAILS

» SMOKES? : no . » DRUGS? :  no . » DRIVER LICENSE? :  yes . » EVER BEEN ARRESTED? on few occasions.

      BLOOD RED COATED his vision; the tight grasp upon the plate causing an unnatural tremor along toned arms. This wasn’t a feeling alien to the elder ( scarily so ), but rather a frequent occurrence. The anger that boiled underneath his skin, seething at the edges was not voluntary, but rather influenced.  Bipolar disorder left him VULNERABLE, a ticking time bomb just waiting for the right moment to set the trigger – to lose that collected edge in his ( a d m i t t e d l y ) cold demeanour.

he is pulled from the depths of vexation by the voice his brother; Abel. That familiar tone grounding him in and becoming his anchor, holding the RAGE at bay; but for how long? a question Cain was far from willing to put to trial.

 he ducks his head instinctively,  as if expecting something to land against his head. it was the consequence he had grown use to over time, even with his own friends when their sweaters landed into kenneth’s  possessions.  a snicker resounds from him,  &  he perks up, craning his head to the left to glance over the head of the couch  &  over at  cain.

    ❛   y’ mean this dodgy little thing ? found it layin’ around. i mean, it was on yo’ bed. but, y’know. free fo’ takin’ if y’ ask me.   ❜

  DIGITS FIND THEIR way to the skirting board; weight leaning against the frame and eyes a piercing gaze at his jumpers assailant. it’s strangely endearing, baring witness to his own clothing on another; maybe more so if he hadn’t been planning on wearing said clothing. A button nose scrunched in protest at the harsh words.

             ❜ then WHY do you c a r e about  ( my ) life ? ❛