𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

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( jacob anderson, 35, demiboy, him/them ) ⸻ hey, wait a second— i could swear that was CASSIAN VALE that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the ASSASSIN of D'AMICO FAMILY? they’ve been a member for SIX YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL , so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE MATADOR, and i can tell you for sure that they’re KNOWLEDGEABLE and OBSERVANT on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re RESERVED and VENGEFUL. rumour has it that they CASSIAN WAS ONCE ARRANGED TO BE MARRIED BUT IT NEVER HAPPENED AND HE'S NEVER UTTERED A SINGLE WORD ABOUT WHY, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use SEVEN NATION ARMY by THE WHITE STRIPES to describe them, as well THE SCENT OF OLD BOOKS DURING A THUNDERSTORM, A BURNING CANDLE IN A CRUMBLING CASTLE, THE FIRE DRIVING OUT SPARROWS. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.

BASICS ⸻

FULL NAME ⸻ Cassian Lucien Vale ALIAS(ES) ⸻ The Matador AGE ⸻ 35 DATE OF BIRTH ⸻ October 12th GENDER ⸻ Demiboy PRONOUNS ⸻ Him/Them SEXUALITY ⸻ Pansexual NATIONALITY ⸻ French-American PLACE OF BIRTH ⸻ Lyon, France CURRENT RESIDENCE ⸻ New York City, New York OCCUPATION ⸻ Assassin for the D'Amico Family AFFILIATION ⸻ D'Amico Family (6 years) LANGUAGES ⸻ French, English, Italian, ASL NICKNAMES ⸻ Cass, The Matador RELATIONSHIP STATUS ⸻ Single HEIGHT ⸻ 5'11" BUILD ⸻ Lean, athletic, toned (loves the gym) DOMINANT HAND ⸻ Ambidextrous VOICE ⸻ Soft-spoken, low, measured, dry SCENT ⸻ Black tea, cedarwood, tobacco, rain

PERSONALITY ⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS ⸻ Knowledgeable, observant, patient, composed, disciplined, adaptable NEGATIVE TRAITS ⸻ Reserved, vengeful, emotionally detached, obsessive, stubborn LIKES ⸻ Museums, chess, rare flowers, late-night walks, classical music, expensive pens DISLIKES ⸻ Loud people, dishonesty, unnecessary violence, being touched unexpectedly, inefficiency FEARS ⸻ Losing control of himself, repeating his father's mistakes, becoming truly indifferent

HABITS ⸻ • Sleeps very little. • Rolls a coin across his knuckles while thinking. • Stares at people a little too long while processing information. • Rarely raises his voice.

STORY ⸻

Cassian Vale was born in Lyon, France, into a family that had never known the meaning of struggle. His father, Lucien Vale, was a respected financial consultant whose work placed him in rooms with politicians, executives, and men who often preferred their dealings remained private. His mother, Colette, came from old money herself and ran their household with quiet precision. Their estate sat on the outskirts of the city, sprawling and elegant without ever needing to announce its wealth. Cassian wanted for nothing growing up. He attended prestigious schools, learned multiple languages before he was ten, and was expected to follow the carefully curated path his parents had laid out for him. Yet, even as a child, there was something undeniably different about him. While other children cried over dead birds or crushed insects, Cassian found himself fascinated by them instead. He wanted to know how things worked, why life ended, and why people seemed so terrified of inevitabilities he accepted so easily. He wasn't cruel, merely detached in ways that unsettled others.

He observed people the same way he observed storms or clocks: patiently, silently, and with an almost unsettling amount of curiosity.

As he grew older, those differences became harder to ignore. There were periods where Cassian hardly slept at all, spending days consumed by singular ideas and projects, talking faster than usual and carrying a restless energy that frightened his mother. Then came stretches where he withdrew entirely, becoming quiet even by his standards. Eventually, doctors attributed it to a mood disorder that existed somewhere on the bipolar spectrum, though Cassian never cared much for labels. He simply learned that his brain worked differently than most. Instead of resisting it, he adapted. He created routines, learned discipline, and developed an almost obsessive need for control. It was perhaps why he became so composed.

To everyone else, he was reserved. In reality, every movement was deliberate because he knew exactly how dangerous his impulses could become if left unchecked.

When Cassian was fifteen, his family relocated to the United States after his father accepted an extraordinarily lucrative position overseas. It appeared to be a simple career advancement, but the truth was far uglier. Lucien Vale had not built his fortune through legitimate means alone. Behind closed doors, he operated as a financial architect for some of Europe's most dangerous criminal organizations, laundering money and making impossible sums disappear without leaving a trace. By the time authorities began closing in, the family had already vanished. America was meant to be a fresh start. Instead, it simply introduced Cassian to an entirely different world of powerful people hiding beneath expensive suits and polite smiles. Strangely enough, he flourished there.

He learned quickly that monsters rarely looked monstrous, and the realization only further shaped the way he viewed humanity.

At twenty-six, another expectation was thrust upon him. His parents had arranged for him to marry into another influential family, less out of love and more out of strategy. It was the kind of union that would solidify wealth and secure connections for generations to come. Cassian accepted without protest. He never loved easily, and perhaps he believed affection could be learned over time. Then, only weeks before the wedding, everything imploded. The woman he was meant to marry disappeared without warning. There were no signs of a struggle, no ransom demands, no farewell letter. One day she existed, and the next she was simply gone. Authorities ruled it a missing persons case that eventually went cold, but whispers circulated for years afterward. Some claimed she ran away. Others insisted she had discovered something dangerous about the families involved. Cassian himself never addressed it. He never spoke her name again, never corrected rumors, and never allowed anyone to ask twice.

What happened that night remains buried alongside a part of himself he had no interest in recovering.

His path toward the D'Amico Family came not through ambition but through debt. Six years ago, when one of his father's old enemies resurfaced, Cassian found himself hunted for sins that had never been his own. It was member of the D'Amico family who intervened before matters escalated beyond repair. They offered him protection, resources, and, perhaps most importantly, purpose. In return, Cassian offered his skillset. His life. His word. He made sure to become one of their valuable assets, slowly becoming their personal attack dog.