Caspian Mitchell

Name: Caspian Mitchell, real name "Aiden Davies"
Species: Demi-Wizard
Side: Voldemort & Kronos

History: Caspian was born as Aiden Davies, that being his birth name. But, at three years old, he was kidnapped away from his family by Voldemort's follower due to being a demi-wizard. They didn't die, but his sole parent who had lived with him, was defeated by Voldemort's follower at the time and he was whisked away elsewhere. Caspian really doesn't know much about his past before the point of arriving to the Sound Camp. Truthfully, it was a Memory Charm at the age. He was given the name Caspian Mitchell after they told him that was his name.

He was taken to live on a camp, where he was immediately put into training on how to be a wizard. Although he possessed other abilities that other wizards didn't, he was trained in the Sound Camp in the arts of charms, hexes and strict attacking and defensive spells. Although, from a young age, he had excelled in Charms that had involved with special tactics or skills. Since his memory has been erased, Caspian believes that his real parents are among the Sound Camp people, and he doesnt even know of the ideal of the regular campers, as he was born into the rival group.

He grew up on tactics of espionage and lying. When he was thirteen years old, he was given his first mission of recruiting more members. He went out and intercepted people coming to camp, defeating the satyrs and using the False Memory Charm to make them believe that the satyr was a villain and lead them to the rebel camp, in order to form more members for the camp. He works and thrives on missions, and his latest and most successful mission at age 16 made him kidnap a camper, use polyjuice potion to disguise as them, and then map out the Demi-Wizard Camp. He is currently sixteen years old, and growing.

Appearance: Caspian has a tall and muscular build, due to natural growth and extensive training respectfully. His eyes are a shade of amber, which is rather unusual because his believed "parents" have blue and green eyes. His facial features include a Straight nose, which is also known as a "Greek" nose, which is obviously predominant from his greek sides, as well as thin, full lips. He has light stubble along his face, but he shaves it every now and then to keep up a more attractive look. He has sloppy brown hair, which is often unkept but now and then you can see it tidy and in place. His common attire consists of cargo army print pants, a black tee shirt and black combat boots, although when out scouting he wears a more gray and conservative robe over his clothing to cloak his movements.

Personality: To put it into simpler words, Caspian has been trained to be very manipulative to people outside of the rebel camp. He often persuades people with magical charms or his charismatic attitude to believe what he believes. He manages to manipulate people with his charm, feeding people with fake compliments and lies so that they trust him enough, before he backstabs them. He has been educated to be a soulless automaton, and he will rarely be exposed to emotions unless really provoked. In mere words, due to being a demi-wizard, he has been molded with several charms to be a warrior.

RP Sample: Chris flickered his eyes open, laid across the rather uncomfortable loft. It took him all night, but he still couldn't sleep. Why? He didn't trust some of the guys enough to hold off a monster, or wake them up. They could all probably be dead by the time. There was no doubt that they were well trained fighters, but Chris assumed most of them never had a real monster encounter in the real world, instead of the set ones at camp. Chris drummed his fingers lightly against the side of his loft, and wondered if they had a shower. It was not going to be nice living with so many guys without showers, so if there wasn't one, Chris was probably going to drown himself in cologne everyday.

From the corner of his eye he caught a faint movement of a body. He adjusted himself so that he was on his side and saw Keaton groggily getting up. Morning already? He sighed and decided it would be good to go, and wiped his eyes free. Giving a quick crack of his knuckles, he saw Keaton flow out of the hallway and he stepped down, careful not to step on anybody. He threw on sweatpants and a random T-shirt and slid his feet into some sneakers. A simple comb or two in his hair and and grabbing a Nature Valley gronola bar he managed to snag from a vendors stand, he walked out chewing on it casually. He pushed himself against the shadows, allowing the shadows to consume his body and sneakily hide him.

It was his technique for being sneaky and evading, and he took a quick lunge forward, and darted across the side of warehouses and set up boxes. He couldn't get caught, or they'd be in some type of trouble. He knelt down by a nearby box, his eyes darting to the left and right and he took careful crouches forward and arrived at the front of the Warehouse. Quickly he polished off the bar and waited, leaning against a wall and closing his eyes while the other guys chatted. Soon enough, Keaton arrived and Cyrus pitched suggestions. Chris calmly raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't we split up into certain warehouses? And people get some things...? I'd gladly do furniture, but I'm definitely not puling a couch along myself." He raised an eyebrow and looked over the warehouses, wondering which one was for furniture.

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