Collin Caster

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[glow=red,2,300]Within My Mind[/glow]

Collin Aiden Caster

[glow=red,2,300]The Beginning of a Dream[/glow]

--Name: Collin Caster

--Age: 16

--Date of Birth: August 5

--Nickname: Caster

--Race: Human

--Gender: Male

--Sexuality: Bisexual, but thinks that he only likes girls

[glow=red,2,300]The Fighter's Knowledge[/glow]

--Weapons: silver light- a silver dagger created that Collin's siblings all made together before he left home. They made it under the midnights pure moonlight. The hilt is a simple black. The blade has a spell on it that only harms evil beings.

--Powers: Able to sense creatures of the dark when they are close by such as a ghost that was unable to pass on after death. The flaw to this power is that he doesn't want it at all and the ghosts that he encounters tend to torment Collin.

[glow=red,2,300]The Dreamer's Features[/glow]

--Height: 5 feet 9 inches

--Weight: 115lbs

--Hair Color: Black

--Eye Color: Bright blue

--Play-By:

--Clothing Style: wears dark clothing that have been passed down through his family. He hates his hand-me-down clothes. He also has a dark cape that he sometimes wears, but he doesn't always. He thinks that since he can't use magic it isn't right to wear it, yet. Normally uses the cape when it gets cold out.

--Distinguishing Features: Has sapphire blue earrings that were given to him by his third oldest brother. His left hand is also completely scared black because of Night Wing's black fire.


--Overall Appearance: Collin is not the tallest person. His black hair falls around his neck and sometimes covers his blue eyes. He always wear the dagger that was given to him at his side. His blue eyes seem to capture every detail that they are shown.

[glow=red,2,300]My Thoughts are my Own[/glow]

--Likes: animals, learning, magic, new things, friends, his family

--Hates: dark magic, demons, spiders, pain, death, when his older brothers make fun of him

--Fears: things that hide in the dark, dark closed spaces, big spiders, ghosts, pain

--Weaknesses: nearsighted, not very strong, not very good at fighting, not too brave, doesn't know that he is a left handed sword fighter

--Strengths: Very smart, great memory, good reflexes, fast

-- Goals: To finally live up to his family name, to become a great mage or warrior, to learn to fight well, to know everything there is to know about magic

--Hobbies: reading, learning,



--Overall Personality: He is a kind person who doesn't show he feelings often. He tries to hide what he feels from others thinking that it isn't their problem if he is sad or unhappy. He really cares about helping those that need it. He isn't very good at talking with people. He is shy and doesn't know how to deal with others very well.

Doesn't anger easily, but when angered he can be just as bad as a dragon. Is easily annoyed, but doesn't really do anything or say anything about it.

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[glow=red,2,300] A Reality Unlike the Other[/glow]

--Mother: Elizabeth Smith Caster; age=60

--Father: David Caster; age=65

--Siblings: Six older brothers (listed from oldest to youngest): Andrew(32), Jasper(27), Sebastian(25), Devi and Denis(21), and Benedict (19).

Three older sisters (listed from oldest to youngest): Camicazi(29), Ella(25), and Vera(23).

(Sebastian and Ella are twins and Devi and Denis are twins)

--Companions: Night Wing- A large black Dragon with blue eyes. He has large wings that are normally folded against his back when on the ground. He was found by Collin when he began traveling to become a great warrior. He was wounded and Collin saved his life. He thinks Collin is a strange human, but feels that he needs to protect him. He thinks that Collin is a worthless human that can't take care of himself. When they first met he burned Collin's left hand with black fire marking the human as his property so no other dragon will harm him. He is never far from Collin, but still keeps his distance. (doesn't get along with Cleo)

--Pets: Cleo- A medium sized gray bird with red tips on her tail that always stays close to Collin. She has bright green eyes. She is very protective of Collin because he saved her when he was six. (doesn't get along with Night Wing).

--Overall History: When Collin was born his entire family was overjoyed that they finally had the seventh son of the seventh son they always wanted. His entire family is great with magic and come from a long line of pure breed witches and mages and were so happy that they had another seventh son in the line of the family. The legend of the 7th son of the 7th son is that they are very lucky and have very great magical ability, but Collin did not seem to have any of that talent. He only had the sixth sight and which entitles seeing the dead and creatures of the dark. He sees and hears thing that other's can't possibly imagine and he hates how he can't even protect himself from them. Collin really wishes to become a great mage like his older brothers bust he can't, so he leaves home to find a teacher in hopes to become a great warrior.



--Writing Sample: (This is a little long) Collin gave each of his brothers and sisters a big hug before turning to his mother and father. "Take care my son," he father said placing a large hand on his youngest son's shoulder. "Be careful," his mother said to him before embracing him.


"I will," Collin told them. "I'll be okay I promise. Cleo is going to be with me." It was true. Cleo already had flitted away from the Coven before. She always wanted to scout before Collin went anywhere. He also didn't want to hear the whole 'be careful and watch out' speech for the fortieth time in only two days. "I'll be back to visit all the time," he promised his family again for the twentieth time.



He lifted the brown bag that held his clothes and provisions over his shoulder. He turned away from the small cottage that he had lived in all his life and began to walk away.


"I give him a week before he comes back," Jasper said waving to his brother as he left.

"Twenty gold pieces says two weeks," Camicazi said also waving. The siblings shook hands and the bet was made.

"He'll be fine all on his own," said Benedict who happened to be the only one of Collin's family members that actually believed he could become a great warrior. "Collin may be weak but he isn't stupid. He can take care of himself."

...

Collin wondered how long it would be before he actually returned. He left the coven feeling very confident. Collin knew that he could become a great fighter and he was ready for the chance to prove it. If he couldn't be a mage like his other brothers then at least he would become a warrior. Maybe even the best that ever lived. Hopefully, he thought, that will be exactly what happens. He closed his eyes as he walked along a dusty path and thought about what it would be like to be accepted by his family. Sure his mother and Father never said anything to his face about being a useless 7th son of the 7th son, but their eyes always did. When I become a great warrior I'll show them, he thought. His brothers would no longer be able to make fun of him for being useless. They wouldn't be able to say anything.


The Caster boy fingered the hilt of his new dagger with his right hand. It was specially made by his family as a parting gift that was not harm anything that was good. Only evil. Collin was known for being scared of the dark. He wasn't really afraid of the dark just what was hiding in it and Collin could see just what when no one else could. The dead. He could see them and feel them as if they were flesh and bone. They scared and tormented him at night, but now with his new dagger he could fight against them and that made him feel a lot better.


Suddenly, Collin heard a soft growl being emitted from the trees that surrounded him. Silver Light was quickly drawn from its sheath. Collin held the dagger as if it were a sword in his right hand as he slowly moved to the sound of the growling. His mind told him to run away as fast as he could, but something in his gut told him to move forward. He gradually pulled the bushes branches to the side and there in the shadows was a black dragon whose leg was severely damaged. Collin's eyes widened at the sight of the dragon. He was massive in size compared to Collin. Its eyes glowered at Collin its pupils forming into slits.


The growl was sounded yet again deep in the dragon's throat, and quickly changed into a small whimper of pain. It looked at its leg then to Collin's blade. The boy looked at his blade and decided to put it away. He moved with caution toward the dragon who still glared and growled at him and gave off warning growls. Collin held out his hand and flinched back as the dragon snapped at him with white teeth that were dotted with crimson blood. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see how I can help," he told the dragon hoping that it would understand. It must have because the growling stopped and so do the snapping.


Collin put his hand on the dragon's strong neck and looked at the front leg. Three large gashes were found on the creature. Blood flowed freely from each of the cuts into the grass. Collin moved his bag around to the side of his body and began rummaging through it. He pulled out some herbs that he knew would help clot the blood quickly. He pulled the leaves off of the branch and dusted the leaves over the wound. He then pulled out another leaf that was good for numbing pain. He moved to the head of the dragon and said, "Open your mouth. This has to go under your tongue. It may taste funny, but it will help stop the pain. The dragon did as it was told and Collin placed the leaf under the pink tongue. The dragon scrunched up his nose at the bitter taste, but kept it in the same place.


"Feeling better," Collin asked. He smiled and patted the dragon lightly before using some large leaves that were growing around as bandages. The dragon stood up and Collin quickly got him to lie back down. "Don't move too much yet. The wound could open again." The dragon made a soft grumbling noise then turned his head so that he was looking directly at Collin. He moved his head toward the boy's left hand and blew out a ring of dark fire. The flame surrounded his hand completely burning his skin terribly. Collin yelled and gripped his hand looking at the now dark skin. "Ow, ow, ow! What was that for?" The dragon only rolled his eyes and grumbled again. Those blue eyes of the dragon seemed to say 'Don't worry about it. It will heal quickly.'


Collin looked at his hand as if it were an alien. The skin of his hand had healed quickly but was still completely black. He looked at his hand quizzically. He looked back at the dragon and said, "Um... okay. Just stay here for a little while. Your wound will be better in a few hours. Then you can go and do whatever it is dragons do." A rumbling noise was produced from the dragon. "I have to go," he told the dragon picking up his brown bag off the ground. "Be careful," he said before walking away back onto the path to continue his journey.


Cleo, who had been waiting in the tops of the trees for Collin flew down from her branch and flitted around her boy's head. Whistles and chirps were made by her as she flew to his left shoulder. That's when she noticed Collin's black hand. She jumped from his shoulder and quickly began zipping around his wrist and hand making worried little whistles. "I'm okay, Cleo," he told the worried bird who wasn't convinced. "I said don't worry about it. It doesn't hurt... anymore." He added softly so that she couldn't hear. They both continued down the path together. Cleo nervously twitched her head around to look for dangers as Collin once again began fingering the hilt of his blade. [/blockquote]