DONAVON, Cassel Rae {Done}

[Cassel Donavon]

Sing For Absolution¡¿

“what is your name?’
{Shay}... for we are many {seventeen}.’
“summoning the old man{PM} takes{None}.’
“hell is any placeon earth over a matter of years{4-5}.’


tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew

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[/b] Cassel Rae Donavon
Nickname:; Rae, Cas.
Age:;Eighteen.
Placement in the World:; Demigod.
Gender:; Male.
Sexuality:; Bisexual.
Gifts:;
School Year:; Senior.
GODLY parent:; Apollo.
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful[/font][/i]

[/b] Jonathan Bennett
Hair Color:;Dark brown.
Eye Color:;Hazel.
Height:;6’1.
Tattoos & Piercings:; Has a tattoo of a music note on the left side of his pelvic bone.
Overall:;
Cassel’s natural hair color is actually a lighter blonde, though none would really know it as he’s been dying it a darker brown for about as long as he can remember. He generally likes to keep his hair from short to medium length, most of the time keeping it somewhere in between just to avoid the argument he’s sure ill pursue in his head if given the chance to debate it. There are times, however, when he chooses to allow his hair to grow out a bit more freely, thus releasing the blonde that his hair dye tries so hard to cover up. As for his face, there’s nothing really special about it. It’s got a general shape that doesn’t really make him stand out nor make him a bit painful to look at. His lips, though, are more than often curled into a welcoming smile to anyone who takes the time to talk or even look his way. Naturally, being a little taller than average gives him a slight sense of pride bit its nothing that’s going to have him standing next to ride signs just to spite the shorter people.

Simple attire, despite his mothers claims of how nice he’d look in those jeans over there, are his preferred choice to walk around in. He likes to dress for comfort rather to impress. It doesn’t mean he walks around in sweat pants or some gaudy shirt, just that he likes his thirty dollar jeans, t-shirts, and maybe an over shirt tossed over top just to make it seem like he put some thought into his outfit. There are rare occasions when he tries to make himself look a bit more presentable. Dates, formal events, all that jazz has him needing to use a little more effort which he isn’t about to complain about. He tends to look better in what he’s most known for wearing. Some tend to claim it’s merely because seeing him in something else is just odd. Cassel likes it this way though because in his opinion clothes don’t really make a person, the just sorta contribute to it. Now, he’s all fine and dandy with these contributions, but it’s not as main a focus for him as other people tend to make it be.

Body wise, he’s not really the crazed macho guy at the gym nor the skinny guy who just can’t seem to gain weight. He’s got just a basic build with maybe a few muscles here and there. Nothing to really sit there and show off or attract too much attention. Which isn’t a problem for him really. It’s not like competing physically with others or trying to make himself attractive was really on his list of things to do anyways. Cassel only has one thing that seems to make his body stand out a little- he has to be shirtless for this event to even occur- and that would be the small music note he has located on his pelvic bone that he received at about the age of sixteen, shortly after being told who his father was. It sort of serves as a tribute in a way to both his demi god blood and his natural talent and love for music.[/size][/color][/font][/ul]

there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die [/font][/i]

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→ Sunlight
→ Guitar
→ Sweets
→ Friends
→ Hanging out
Dislikes:;
→ Storms
→ Nightmares
→Fighting
→ The dark
→ Being ignored
Desires:;
→ To have a good future
→ Develop a stable relationship
→ A good life
Fears:;
→ Death
→ Failing school
→ His past
Strengths:;
→ Playing guitar
→ Singing
→ Strong willed
Weaknesses:;
→ A little judgemental
→ Can’t cook to save his life
→ Has a little trouble trusting others
Goals:;
→ Graduate and have a good future
→ Gain better control of his abilities
→ Improving his personality
Regrets:;
→ Who he was growing up
→ Being trouble for his mother
Quirks:; Has a habit of humming to himself when lost in thought.
Secrets:; None.
Overall:;
Despite being a very nasty child growing up, Cassel has managed to adapt into a far better behaved teenager. First and foremost, he adores playing music; something he obviously gained from the fact of his father being the god of it. He prefers a guitar over anything though is talented with the flute. That, he usually keeps to himself in an attempt to not appear as a band geek in front of others even though he’s never actually played in one. With the world as it is with its judgmental tendencies one can never be too careful with what they reveal. At least, that the rule he’s taken to abiding. He did spend a majority of his life surrounded by people who weren’t exactly the greatest influence on him.. And repeating those actions taken is something he’d prefer to avoid. Life is easier when lived optimistically, which is exactly what Cassel likes to do. He’s fairly bright when it comes to personality and he likes it that way. He’s fairly friendly a lot of the time and doesn’t really have a lot of trouble talking to people. It’s just, getting past the acquaintance phase is a little harder for him. After all, most of the people he used to associate himself with weren’t exactly trustworthy. At the time he didn’t care but now that his head is a little more clear he’s a bit skeptical when it comes to meeting the same type of people. It is for this he has developed a tendency to avoid the more popular scene, preferring to talk to those who are less likely to be trouble makers.

His moods seem to literally change with the weather. Sunny days are when he’s at his best, often happy enough to light up a light bulb with all the smiling he does. Rain, well, puts him off a little but it’s nothing that has him sitting there spending the day weeping nonsense. Storms have him a little antsy and uncomfortable which would likely make him a little incompatible with children of Zeus. Though, he isn’t one to judge on such simple terms. Again, the only types he really avoids are the ones who helped further himself down a path he’d rather leave road blocked. Cassel is determined to finish his schooling and later enter himself into a respectable college in order to get a fitting job to help his mother along in her life. Hell, after the years of misery he put her through he feels it’s the least he could do. His passion for music would naturally give him the desire to join and band and maybe take a shot at that, but realistically he needs something a bit more reliable. It is for this reason he tends to ignore his artistic needs a little too much for academic reasons. That doesn’t necessarily stop him from sometimes avoiding homework just to sit on his bed and play guitar for a few hours; but that’s something he’s going to deny if approached about it.

Cassel likes to appear typical to others. He wants to just blend in and live a life that doesn’t have to be so dynamic. Simplicity is far easier lived, after all. Though, there is a part of him that still demands attention from those he meets, he manages most of the time to suppress it. No one really likes the type who jumps up on tables screaming at the top of their lungs just to be noticed. For him, that phase has been passed and he’d rather not put himself back into that situation. Even watching others so bluntly put themselves out makes him uncomfortable. It’s kind of like watching the mistakes he’s already made. Maturity is also something Cassel finds himself being complimented on. With all the growing up he has forced himself to do it isn’t a wonder this has become so. Sometimes it tends to disturb people with how well he takes things; how strong his determination can be for someone whose age is only a mere eighteen. It’s not as if he’s a genius or anything though. He just goes were some don’t bother to. He wants to try and he wants to earn himself a future and good friends. Things that fall from the sky don’t last forever.
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew[/font][/i]

[/b] Victoria, Canada.
Parents:; Maria Anne Donavon (46)
Siblings:; Evan Louie Donavon (22), Ashlee Skye Donavon (25)
Martial Status:; N/A
Overall History:;
Born in Canada, raised in Canada, branded in Canada as he would say. Cassel was what one would call a trouble child that no one really wanted anything to do with. From the moment he hit the age old enough to hold something in his hand properly he was dragging colorful crayons down the wall, later exchanging them for permanent markers. Maria obviously had no support of his rather ‘artistic’ attacks on the walls. As soon as he hit the age of four, his mother always seemed to be trying to send him off to activities or babysitters for his apparent restlessness which she, as a single mother to three children, hardly had the time to deal with. Those who were caught caring for him quickly realized that just because he was cute, didn’t mean he was a good kid. Yet he spent a good three years being constantly handed around by babysitters. With his mom holding three jobs and constantly busy, along with his constant displacements, Cassel’s problems as a bratty child only started to grow worse. Eventually, finding people to watch him became near impossible. Those who had been nice enough to try to tolerate him began to complain of his habits of purposely wrecking things or breaking important décor around their house. It was then the duty to care for him was transferred to his begrudging older sister, Ashlee, who was fourteen at the time and hardly thrilled to look after another sibling. Needless to say there were many days he found himself locked up in his room with a small, innocent smile splayed across his lips after a particularly nasty thing he did. Things didn’t get better when he entered middle school.

At eleven he started to steal. From stores, from his brother and sister, and especially from his mother. His need for attention was worsening and being further ignored. There were nights he would be escorted home by police and others he would return alone and out of breath as if he had tried to escape that fate. Ashlee and Evan grew cold towards him, finding their own lives more interesting than their younger brother who was slowly ruining his life all for the recognition from his mother. By the time he was fourteen his virginity had been lost and he had started bringing home older strangers, male or female, almost as if it were a silent plea to stop him. No one ever so much as glanced at him when he did so and Cassel started to wonder if anyone would ever notice the terrible things he was doing, doing to himself, trying to do to others. And so, fed up with himself, he allowed himself a lapse in caring at all. It was then Maria noticed her son’s inner turmoil and all the things he had done was to gain her audience. He was fifteen when his mother finally apologized to him, explained how hard life was, how he was too young to know the things he knew, and how he wasn’t supposed to have become what he did. He was riding down a road that she, as a mother, should have lined with caution signs instead of ignoring his turn towards it. It was then she spoke of Apollo. That was the day she told him why he never had a father. It was also the first time Cassel had ever fainted.

It didn’t take long for Cassel to become completely emerged in his new life. Everything he had done growing up was completely unimportant to him; forgotten. All that mattered was that he kept trying and moving on. And so he was actually trying at life, had the motivation to do things for himself and to fix up his grades in school along with his relationships with his two older siblings. In no time at all, he became close to Evan who had pretended his existence was nothing only months before. Carter no longer scowled at the sight of him and instead was enthusiastic about him and showed him off to friends like some shiny new trophy. Life was getting better because he willed it to and he was actually trying to get along with society rather than fight it. Though, it was a bit of a shock when he walked in the house one day after school to find all his stuff packed away and his family standing next to it with nothing but smiles. His first thought certainly hadn’t been positive. However, upon learning of his transference to a University his spirits lifted immensely. Especially because he wasn’t about to get booted out of his house even after all the hell he put them through. And even better? This University was a place for people just like him. He’s been happily attending ever since. The rest they say, is history.
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falling from your grace
FIN[/font][/i]

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Spring was perhaps Spade's favorite time of year. It was warm but had its chillier days and it was a good time to be excited about fresh ingredients he'd be receiving after a long winter. Buckwheat tended to get boring and he often found himself feeding it to a grumbling Benedict at home. Understandable, the taste for it was usually acquired after all. Older people, he mused, tended to like it more. Spade himself wasn't fond of it as he had a very strong preference to anything raspberry related. People liked to joke with him about this at times, commenting on how unnatural it was for him to stand there plucking the small fruits and plopping them into his mouth. There was always a basket full on the counter for himself, though customers were welcome to it as well as long as the whole thing wasn't cruelly devoured. Crate tended to at times but only did so to watch her brother's heavy frown before singing her way out the door. At times he wondered what a 'No Crate allowed' sign would look liked posted on it.

Today was busier, much to his delight. Of course, it usually was seeing as how it was actually warm enough for people to willingly walk down. He was glad for the bustle of it today. Especially considering the fact Lync was quite preoccupied so Spade wasn't forced to listen to his banter about the world ending and how terrible life was. Sure, he liked Lync enough but the nickname Town Downer certainly applied to him well enough.

A small smile fell upon his lips as he noticed Demare and Aion enter and make there way over to a booth. He patted his pockets, ensuring that his notepad and pen were handy. He proceeded to pluck them out and walk over to the two, smile flooding into a grin. Spade placed a hand on the table, leaning into it a bit to give Aion a kiss before straightening up again.

“So, what can I get you two to drink then?" He asked pleasantly. He made his notepad and pen ready, hearing the chime of his door go off before he could get an answer. In seconds he found two hands clinging to his shoulders and a huffed breathing behind him. There was no need to guess who it was. Spade was quite familiar with situations such as these.

Spade sighed and rolled his eyes, amused. "Hello Benedict. Whose after you today?" The tone of his voice was noticed by the detective who fell into his view with a bit of a frown.

"Spade," he breathed, "this is no laughing matter. It's that guy who keeps unlocking my window at night, remember? I think he's planning to rob the general store!"

"How awful. Would you mind sitting down and telling me what you want to drink now?"

Benedict grumbled under his breath and took a seat beside Demare. Spade grinned again. His friend truly was a walking form of entertainment. Even though sometimes his quite random assumptions were spot on. Though, considering it was him unlocking Benedict's window every night to psych him out, there was nothing to bother with. Robbing the general store wasn't on his list of things to do.

This app was created by Alex or twistedimagination1315 on CAUTION 2.0. Now if you wish to borrow this please give her her credit for this. Or she'll summon computer demons to taunt you for eternity
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