* & shipping
This account is multiship and multiverse, if you see me writing ships with multiple people it is in different verses. I don´t tend to be very smut heavy, however, if it´s earned in the storyline I don´t mind writing it.
Of course, I´ll only write smut / ship with people who are eighteen or older. I am willing to write not ship related things with people who are under the age of eighteen but then there are certain limits depending on your age and so on. Caspian is gay and has always known he is.
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* & writer
This is just a little intro about me since I am new here on Tumblr. I am eighteen years old, and you can call me R. My pronouns are he/him, and I come from Norway. I have been roleplaying since I was nine years old, and therefore I have quite a bit of experience. Although, I mostly wrote in Norwegian until about the age of thirteen. I like series like TVD / TO, Riverdale and a Series of Unfortunate Events.
In my free time, I like to write ( obviously ), play video games and so on. I love to talk to new people, and anyone should feel free to dm me anytime if they´d like to talk or write. I tend to be a bit shy so I may not always message first! Have a good day.
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* & stats
name
Caspian Isabelle
alias ( s )
Cas, Casp, C.I. , the Captain, Captain Isabelle, Captain Caspian
date of birth
5 . 07 . 1433
age
19 ╱ 586
sexuality
Homosexual
pronouns
He ╱ Him
height
5 ` 5 “
weight
130 lbs
hair colour
Brown
eye colour
Blue ╱ Green
scars ╱ tattoos
Caspian has a P burnt into his left wrist standing for pirate, he also has a long scar on his stomach from a swordfight when he was human. Otherwise he only has small scars here and there. He has no tattoos.
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* & solos
hoist the colours
The concept of death was one that Caspian never wanted to think about, one he knew was coming, but he often ignored. In his life he had met death many times, death of everyone he loved, everyone he cared for.
And now he stood there, watching his shipmates get hung.
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The concept of death was one that Caspian never wanted to think about, one he knew was coming, but he often ignored. In his life he had met death many times, death of everyone he loved, everyone he cared for. And now he stood there, watching his shipmates get hung. Right infront of his eyes. Green and Blue focused on the sea, he couldn’t cry. Pirates didn’t do such things, he had told the rest not to fear. They would come to a world much kinder than the one they belonged to now. Captain Caspian Isabell. About to be hung. This would be the end of his life . . . They had been ambushed. There was nothing he could do. Ten royal ships against his one own . . . At least they had taken down quite a few themselves before they lost. But he blamed himself, what for, one could ask. Not being psychic ( ? ) He almost winced as he heard the sound of one of his dear friends neck snap. . She had only just turned thirteen. A brave young girl who had seen so much, Caspian had found her years ago with her leg severed. And they had been together since then. He loved her like his own. The last month had been spent in a cell, on bread and water. His skin was paler than normal, and he was thin. He was the only one left now, and he stepped forwards, jewelry making rangling sounds. ⠀ ⠀〝 Curse you. . 〞 Stepping up, he soon felt the rope around his neck. The captain that had led the royal ships stood not too far away, a proud smirk on his face. Caspian was sure they would praise him for the rest of his life for this. His wife besides him didn’t look as pleased. She looked sad, and for a moment, Caspian had some sympathy for her. Being married to such man was undoubtedly not pleasant. Seeing children die . . . It wasn’t pleasant for anyone with a soul either either. And . . . The floor under his feet disappeared, his neck breaking with a satisfying snap. There was a big crowd, all cheering as he hung there, lifeless. Soon being cut down and dropped into the water. A gasp escaped Caspian’s lips, drawing water into his lunges uncomfortably. He found himself underwater, hands tied behind his back. And he couldn’t make sense of it. He knew his neck had broken, but now it seemed fine. And this surely couldn’t be the afterlife the churches always had spoken of. The ropes around his wrists were uncomfortably tight, and he managed to push them off; It was painful. But he had no time to think of that as he swum to the surface. Crawling up at the sight he had been hung at hours earlier. He was coughing water, and looked around to see it was dark by now. And his throat hurt so awfully. But there was no time to think of it, as he stood up on weak legs. There was no time for pain or self pity, he needed to get his things back. Johnathan Atkinson, that was the name of the man who had lead the royal ships that had bested him. The cruel man who had smiled at the sight of his shipmates deaths. And the man who had burnt a ' P ' into his wrist when they had caught him. He had done the same to his friends, even young Eloise; Who had cried so horribly that Caspian would have killed him on the spot if he had the ability, he had struggled against his chains to try to get to her; Tell her she would surely be fine. And that he was there. But he wasn’t given that chance. By the time he reached his estate his clothes were dry from the hot air, no-one had spotted him on his way there. Maybe it was lucky, surely seeing a dead man walking would shake anyone. And it would cause commotion he wasn’t in any shape for. Jonathan had told him everything about his plans after his death, the party he was going to throw, and where he would keep his belongings; In a chest by the end of his bed as a trophy for the fact that he killed the one and only Captain Caspian Isabelle. Sneaking into the back garden had been quite easy, he supposed the guards had gotten caught up in the festivities, giving him ample time to make his way inside, using a rope he had found on his way to climb up into the second floor window he knew to belong to Jonathan. And he luckily found the chest, it didn’t have a lock, so he got his clothes back with ease. Dressing himself as the man he knew, the Captain. But before he could leave, the door opened. And he was face to face with Jonathan. Duo coloured eyes landing on his neck. ⠀ ⠀〝 You were hung. 〞 There was no reply, Jonathan was frozen in shock for a moment, but eventually opened his mouth to scream. Caspian didn’t know what came over him, he was infront of him only a second later, pushing him up against the door with his hand covering his mouth. And his teeth sunk into his neck; Tasting undoubtedly the best thing he had ever tasted, the fellow Captain’s body went limp after a few moments, and he didn’t move away until he was drained of blood. There was no time to think of anything of this, though, as someone grabbed the door handle. Just barely spotting the pirate as he once again climbed out the window. Leaving the scene.
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Caspian was born on the fifth of July 1433, being the sole child of a prostitute by the name Isabell. She had become pregnant by a visiting pirate. A captain known his brutality and for the fact that his eyes were two different colours; One green, one blue. This was something Caspian inherited. He was named Caspian after the Caspian sea. Due to the fact that she had nowhere else to go, the first years of his life Caspian lived with his mother at the brothel she lived and worked at. He never liked the place, the men who came and went always made him feel uncomfortable. And they treated his mother and the other women awfully. But, it was a place to live nonetheless. When he was five years old, his mother passed away from tuberculosis. He stayed with her as she died, and after this, he had to leave the brothel for good. And he was homeless. Even before his mothers death, he had grown used to stealing to survive, and this continued. He became a very proficient pick pocketer and thief. Anything to survive on the rough streets. Soon enough, he begun making friends. Other children with nowhere to go. They looked out for eachother. At seven, he met a girl named Amelia, a blonde girl one year younger than him. The two of them soon became best friends. Helping each other in scamming rich folk and stealing to survive. They knew every street and carney, and were quick on their feet. A few years later, at the age of eleven, he had made many friends. All of which stayed together. They had somewhat of a home, however, it was nothing more than a space under a bridge noone else occupied. One day, he heard the cries of a young girl. She was only five, and one of her legs had been severed at the knee. Her name was Eloise, and she soon became a part of his little group of rag tag children with no home. With the help of one of the few adults who sympathized with the children they managed to help her get a wooden leg. Although it wasn’t much, it did help her. Years passed, and at the age of sixteen Caspian found out that a pirate ship was at the shore. The owners undoubtedly being up to no good in town. And so, he and his friends stole the ship. They were a group of twenty, it was difficult, however, they managed to run the ship well. Caspian being the captain. They made a reputation for themselves, and got a life much better than the one they had led before. But one day. It ended. Caspian was now nineteen. They were ambushed by ten royal ships. It was all nothing but luck, they weren’t even looking for them. Caspian and his crew took down four of the ten ships before losing. After this, they spent one month in jail on bread and water. This is when Caspian met Kol Mikaelson. Kol decided to have Caspian drink a considerable amount of his blood before his execution, compelling him to forget it. After having watched all of his crew being hung, and being hung himself Caspian woke up in the water. Soon draining the man responsible for his death for blood. Later in life, he was separated from Kol’s sireline unknowingly, therefor not dying when he did.
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