Name: Kasil Alestair Cain

Nickname: Kas, Cain

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species/Family: Demon

Appearance:

Kasil stands at 6'5”, a towering presence among most, built with the kind of dense, brutal muscle earned through years of violence and training rather than vanity. His darkish-tan skin bears the unmistakable marks of survival—old scars layered over newer ones, slashed across his chest, carved into his arms, tracing his ribs and back like a map of every war he’s lived through. None of them are ornamental. Every scar has teeth and a gruesome story.

Kasil’s face is striking in a dangerous, unpolished way. Defined by a diamond-shaped bone structure: high, prominent cheekbones, a narrow, angular jaw, and a pointed chin that gives him a striking, almost severe profile. A strong nose sits cleanly at the center of his face, often shadowed by the intensity of his gaze.. Kasil has dark, stormy eyes that sit heavy beneath a furrowed brow, the kind of eyes that never fully rest—always watching, always calculating. When anger stirs, something unnatural flashes behind them, like distant thunder rolling across a blackened sky. They carry exhaustion, fury, and an unsettling depth, as if he’s seen civilizations burn and learned to stop mourning them.

His hair is dark, short, and perpetually messy, as though he never bothers to tame it, sharp strands falling into his eyes no matter how often he pushes them back. It suits him—wild, unrefined, a visual echo of the chaos that follows in his wake. His jaw is strong, often set in a clenched line, and his expression tends to hover between grim restraint and barely leashed violence.

Despite Kasil’s fearsome appearance, there is a controlled precision to the way he moves. He doesn’t waste energy. Every step is deliberate, heavy boots striking the ground with quiet authority. When he fights, it’s efficient and merciless—no flair, no unnecessary cruelty, just the certainty that he will walk away and the other won’t. There’s something unmistakably demonic about him, even when his horns or wings aren’t visible—an oppressive aura that presses against the air, making others instinctively step back. Yet beneath the scars and muscle lies a soul tempered by loss and rage, one that has learned to endure rather than heal.

Personality:

He is effortlessly charming, the kind of charm that doesn’t beg for attention but assumes it. His voice carries a smooth, persuasive cadence, and he knows exactly when to smile, when to lean in, and when to let silence do the work for him. People often leave conversations with him feeling chosen, flattered, or subtly unsettled—never quite sure which strings he pulled to get them there.

Beneath that charm lies a sharp, calculating mind. Kasil is cunning by nature, always thinking several moves ahead, weighing outcomes, and adjusting his behavior to suit the situation perfectly. He rarely confronts obstacles head-on unless it benefits him; manipulation is his preferred weapon and something he excels in. He nudges, tempts, withholds, and redirects, shaping events to fit his motive while letting others believe they’re acting of their own free will. If there’s a moral line, he knows exactly where it is—so he can step just past it without hesitation.

His manipulative tendencies aren’t always malicious, though they are always deliberate. To him, influence is survival. He reads people quickly—fears, desires, insecurities—and stores that knowledge for later use. Trust, affection, and loyalty are tools to Kasil, and he is disturbingly good at making others offer them willingly. Yet he rarely lies outright; half-truths and omissions are far more elegant.

Naturally outgoing, Kasil has no patience for silence unless it’s intentional. He talks, laughs, and engages with effortless ease, weaving himself into conversations as if he belongs there—even when he doesn’t. Strangers become acquaintances quickly, and acquaintances often find themselves wondering how they ended up trusting him so much. He remembers names, details, and weaknesses. Not because he’s sentimental—but because information is power. His humor is sharp and playful, often bordering on dangerous. He’s funny in a way that disarms tension, using sarcasm, teasing, and clever wordplay to keep others off balance. Jokes are his favorite weapon; laughter lowers defenses faster than fear ever could. Kasil enjoys pushing boundaries just enough to see how people react.

He is deeply egotistical, convinced of his own superiority and he is rarely challenged in that belief. Praise fuels him, but he doesn’t need it to function—he already assumes he’s the smartest, strongest, and most capable presence in the room. Failure irritates him more than it humbles him, and when things go wrong, he instinctively looks for external causes rather than internal fault. Admitting he’s wrong feels like surrender and that's one thing he will never do.

Ironically, despite his intellect on people, Kasil can be remarkably dense, particularly when it comes to emotional nuance that doesn’t revolve around him. Subtle hints, unspoken boundaries, or complex feelings often go straight over his head unless they directly affect his goals or ego. He may miss obvious romantic signals, misunderstand genuine concern as admiration, or completely fail to notice when someone resents him—until it explodes in his face. Emotional self-reflection is not his strong suit. When Kasil is confronted with emotional consequences, his first response is always confusion or annoyance rather than guilt.

At his core, Kasil values having control above all else. Control over situations, people, and—most importantly—himself. Losing that control, especially emotionally, is what truly frightens him to his core. And while you would never be able to get him to admit it, moments where his charm fails or his manipulation tactics don't work leave him unsettled, forcing him to confront the uncomfortable truth that not everything can be bent to his will.

Strengths:

-Manipulation

-Shapeshifting

-Dark Magic

-Physical strength

Weakness:

-Emotionally immature

-Holy Items

-Iron

-Egotistical

Other: He's a big fan of Halloween