Caisa Valens

Caisa Valens May 22, 2020 13:27:59 GMT -8

Post by pink on May 22, 2020 13:27:59 GMT -8

Name: Caisa Valens
Age: 21
Race: Skypiean
Faction: Underworld
Gender: Male
Height: 12`7
Weight: 765lbs

Appearance: Caisa has a very impressive physique from a sheer physiological perspective. It'd be worth studying if it could be recovered when he dies. He has thick tough muscles that are like an animal's hide and large bones to match. His body is becoming a canvas or maybe a page that records his life as he lives it. He has a countless amounts of scars. Most are on his back, but he has nicks, scratches, and even a few slash scars all over. His biggest scar is one of the ones on his back where he had his right wing cut off as a form of torture. His knuckles are battered and his palms are callused, the hands of a struggler and a fighter. His jaw has the tendency to start clicking uncomfortably sometimes since its been broken twice. He naturally doesn't talk much, but if he started his quick to ache jaw would remind him to shut up.

Standing over 12ft tall, he obviously towers over most and has to duck and squeeze into a lot of spaces. He has a type presence that makes allies feel confident, comfortable, and protected, but can make enemies feel unsafe or at odds. He looks like a bad guy and gives off predatory energy like a bad guy.

His deep eyes that are shaded a dark rich cranberry. When it came to learning how to read and understand Caisa, those eyes and those brows oddly were the answer. You could learn to read his moods by the subtleties in his naturally steel like expression. Some days his eyes don't seem so heavy and serious.

His mohawk is his signature and his boldest feature. It's naturally a shade of red close to pomegranate. It sways naturally with the wind and seems to even react to his moods. When he's psyched up it can resemble a tuft of flames atop his head. At time when he's down or beaten it can seem to droop a bit .

When Caisa gets amped up or caught up in rage he becomes much more animated. His normally stone face gains a range of expressions from shouting, sneering, teeth gritting, even sobbing, and crying.

He dresses in a clean white double breasted jacket that cuts off right above the belt line. The sleeves are usually 3/4 rolled to stop after the elbow. He wears black gloves on his hands and has a black armband around his right bicep with the West Wing Company insignia on it. His pants are also white and they taper to get slimmer as they go down his leg. They stop mid shin, then he has mid cut black boots on his feet. Sometimes the chain from his father's military pendant will be visibly hanging from one of his pockets. Regardless if its seen or not, it's always on his person.

Personality:

Closed-Off: Caisa is not a person who will openly share and talk about his story, his feelings, etc, etc, with people. He likes spending time alone or in company of people who know not to bother him. He'll talk casually a bit, but he really doesn't like small talk.

Vengeful, Angry, Hateful, Tormented: Caisa's always felt like he's been at the mercy of the world. He's experienced large amounts of loss and been through hell more than once. He used to be a boy with a soft heart, but now he's cold, unforgiving. He holds grudges for years and plays with dark scenarios of what he'd do to certain people if he got the chance to see them again. He feels like everyone should pay for what they do to him and his, simply because that's how the world taught him it works. The villains are the ones that are winning, so he has no love to give to the world.

Dedicated: Once Caisa sets his sights on something, he sees to it. He's not really ambitious, his goals seem simple to him. He's come to love to feeling of success, so he stays driven to make achievements.

Bold: While he mostly seems like the serious type and that's true he is, his seriousness is complimented by his boldness. He doesn't speak more than needed and he doesn't like to waste any moves on the board, so he has a habit of making bold moves or saying bold things.

Abrasive: He's a brash guy who's hard to get along with. He doesn't entertain or make nice with people just because they may be allies. It's not because he's purposely trying to be an asshole, that's just how he is and he doesn't care to apply a filter.

Any means necessary: He has the determination to give whatever it takes to accomplish his goals. That can mean sacrificing his own flesh and blood or sacrificing his reputation and making a retreat.

Us vs Them: Though he's the lone wolf type, life's taught him he can't navigate through it alone. If he brings you in his pack he's going to look out for you and make sure you're taken care of. Once inside his circle, people start to see more of Caisa's less rigid side. His men are apart of his growing empire, but they're ultimately responsible for their own well-being. He's not the type to carelessly send people to their deaths, but he puts himself and his interest above any man. He'll protect and be territorial about the people he genuinely cares for and values, but only a slim few earn a place like within him.

Hungry Struggler: As a struggler you either cave and accept defeat or fight against the circumstances. When you finally get up you either eat your fill and are satisfied with just having a full stomach or you stay hungry and keep going for more. Caisa has the mentality to stay hungry. Not out of greed, but because he wants to have more then the other guys. He even wants to give a little to those who are hungry, because he knows the feeling.

Fiery/Passionate: It's surely not something you associate with Caisa when you're first getting to know him due to how he consciously reserves himself, but he undeniably has a fiery soul it just takes certain situations for it to show itself. His fire mostly lays dormant unless he's participating in a good fight, building a ship he's excited about, or he's erupting in fury. He seems like a different person when he gets fired up and excited.

Extra:

Likes:
- Fast ships
- Fighting for sport
- Building ships
- Peace & quiet
- Revenge
- Feeling of success and achieving.
- Being around people he trusts even if not talking

Dislikes:
- Struggling
- Mafias, Mobs, and Families
- Oppressors & Bullies
- Being embarrassed
- Failure
- Having to answer to someone due to rank and hierarchies
- Dumb people
- Talkative people
- Being alone when feeling down

Future: Deliver Skypiea from God Kaisa to avenge Gaiza.

Dream/Goal: Get his mother and brother to a safe place where they wouldn't have to worry about anything. Destroy the Black-coat Family and Foxglove Mob. Settle somewhere peacefully and build ships.

Blue: West

Home Island: Watercress Island
History: Though Caisa is a Skypiean, he only lived in Skypiea up until he was 7. His upbringing on Skypiea was peaceful and bliss leading up to the Skypiean Civil War. Sala, his mother, and Ragra, his father were exemplary parents. When he thinks of Skypiea he thinks of happy innocent times. It could make him cry. He had an older brother, Gaiza, who he looked up to a aspired to be like. Gaiza was 6 years older than Caisa. The future looked bright until the Skypiean Civil War ran its course in 775. Since his father was in the Skypiean military and the home forces lost the war, his family fled Skypiea to the West Blue after waiting the war out.

Age 7: Watercress Island, the place Cas refers to as his place of origin was a rough place. It was an island that existed for the sake of supporting the economy by producing goods, so it was all about work. They most notably made ships, but also things like seatrain carts and rails or appliances like stoves. The schools are geared to churn out merchants to push the West Blue's products through the seas, those who excel at hands on projects are converted into ship-builders to feed the island's main flow of income, and every now and again a scholar will bless the town with something to brag about. Life for the adults consists of hustling for their wages and making sure to keep out of trouble's way, because there was a lot of it. Kids ran the streets unsupervised because their parents were working. There were homeless people who'd were beaten down by the strain of the hustle. Then there were thugs and gangs and mobs who rejected that way of life completely and made families out of outcasts, failures, and sinners.

Caisa's family followed this mold. He himself was enrolled in school, his father was worked at the ship-yard, and his mother sometimes worked as a maid when she wasn't taking care of the house or they needed extra money.

Caisa gave school an honest try, but he quickly came to hate school. He was always frightful of opening up to others and secretly afraid of being away from his parents. Teachers recognized him as a closed off and quiet, yet gifted child, contrarily the rougher kids saw him as a spineless punching bag. For Cas, this reinforced his timid energy and kept him not coming close to others. He eventually starts getting preyed upon by some of the other kids on his way home and it made him hate school even more. His parents consider withdrawing him and having him home schooled. They convince him to try to finish the year though.

Age 8: Cas finished his first year of school with good marks, but hated the experience due to the bullying. His father decides to teach him some basic self-defense he had learned from his time in the Skypiean military and also physically conditions Cas, so he can stand up to his bullies. During this time together, Cas and his father really develop a deeper bond. Caisa learned about his dad's past in the military, some of Skypiea's history, and events leading up to the Civil War. His dad had been through a lot and just like Caisa, had his older brother die as well as other siblings. It doesn't make miss and mourn Gaiza any less, but Cas is able to begin healing and accept his older brother's death.

It was a peaceful time, Cas remember how warm it was out that day. He and his brother would play in the cloud flows that made rivers out away from the town they lived in that was apart of Skypiea. A powerful rumble stopped them mid play and alerted them that something was wrong. They didn't know, no one did, but the Skypiean Civil War had started and it didn't matter if you were a man, woman, and child, but God Kaisa had his subjects killed them all without discrepancy.

Caisa and Gaiza had foolishly came back to the town, unaware of what was happening and despite seeing and hearing the symptoms of destruction as they approached. They knew they wouldn't find their father, but they went looking for their mother. Caisa held on tight to his brother's hand as he snuck them through the town. It was in the process of being cleared out and occupied by the invading party. The brothers saw first hand how they killed Skypieans who were fleeing or even on their hands and knees begging for their life into front of them. Caisa was terrified to the point he couldn't even move. He didn't know how, but his big brother Gaiza kept his nerves and picked up Cas and carried him. He ran and ran and ran all the way back to the cloud flow river. "Wait here, I know where mom is." Was the last thing he heard his brother say before he nodded his head and Gaiza ran off back towards the city. He was much too traumatized to even fathom going back into the city. He would stay out near the river for hours until someone finally came back. He had been crying non-stop, but when he saw his mother was the one running towards him he started crying even harder. Her face was also full of tears, but she was so happy to see him as was he. They wuld wait the rest of the night for Gaiza, though wouldn't come back. Not even after 3 days, or two weeks. Caisa and his mom also hadn't heard from his dad either and the war was already over and God Kaisa was starting his rule.

Those days were fuzzy for Cas and they seemed like a dream, but he could vaguely remember living on the side of the road like beggars with his mom until things were suddenly different. He didn't remember how. Just one day he was living life in the West Blue and his dad was back. His dad explained how he had deserted the army in the battle and had to hide out for weeks until he could come for Caisa and his mom. Then he smuggled them out when God Kaisa opened passage to the West Blue and now they were here. It made sense, but still couldn't be clearly recalled in Cas' head.

Age 10: Cas' parents have another baby and it's another boy. He's named Vaipa after Ragra's deceased older brother. Cas really begins to mature and come into his own skin. Though he's not yet completely out his shell, he's much more outspoken, confident, and comfortable with himself. He still gets the crap beat out of him, but he also fights his bullies back now. He starts having absurd growth spurts which is the beginning of his life as a tall person.

Age 11: By this age Cas' grown up to a startling 5`3. He's still a quiet and self-kept child, but he has a direct, no non-sense, exterior that's quick to make most not want to interact with him. He's grown more confident with his larger frame, but he's still not at the top of the food chain. Especially since even kids who are 15 and 16 have started preying on Cas. He continues to earn good marks in school, but his interest has waned. He's adapted to the bullying and the bloody noses, but still doesn't like having to tolerate it. He draws more distant, then begins ditching school to working on building boats like he was learning in school. He meets Souma for the first time, his first and perhaps only friend.

One day Cas was in the junkyard looking for scrap material to use for his first ship. He'd made a few creations before, but nothing worthy of being called an actual ship. On this particular day Cas encountered a kid who was also digging through the junk. Most people didn't bother others, but this boy smugly approached Cas telling how he was treasure hunter looking for some pirate named Grape Ape treasure that's supposedly hidden in the scrapheap. Cas dismissed the boy, but the boy persisted and promised Cas a big enough cut of treasure to build his ship out of fresh material. Caisa was skeptical, but something about the boy's nature made him willing to take him up on his offer. Caisa and Souma took the whole season to crack the case, but eventually they found the treasure hidden inside a case of rotting bananas. It was a solid gold banana charm and it actually got the boys a decent return. Caisa was in awe, but Souma acted as if it was just another day of treasure hunting. As promised Souma gave Caisa his cut and then that was the last Cas saw of him.

The next season was mostly spent at the riverbank working on his first real project. The experience had his mind on fire, he'd never felt so engaged and so content. It made him feel like he was back in Skypiea as a young child, he was in love with it. He finishes the project in due time. A shabby longboat that he names Braveheart. It wasn't masterfully crafted of course, but it was evident that Caisa's talent superseded his age.

Age 12: In 780 the Rain Plague makes its return to the West Blue before Baan Briggs arrives and cures it. Ragra is among the casualties and it destroys the family. His mother falls into a deep and hard depression that turns her into a shell of a woman. At first she couldn't stop crying, but eventually the crying stopped altogether and would just sit idle all day not even eating. Vaipa was only 2 at the time and not even his crying could snap Sala out of her daze. Cas tries to step up and bear the burden and carry his family. His father had let him know it'd be extremely hard without him and regardless of what happens, he'll be proud of Caisa as long as he's protecting his family. His tears burned hot like fire that night.

In the beginning, the small savings Ragra had tucked away sustained the three of them, but it didn't last long. As quick as the next season came, the family was forced the streets. With Cas being the only able bodied one, he took on the responsibility of caring for both his mother and younger brother. He remembers the days where he had to spoon feed both of them the scraps he'd get out of garbage cans or gruel he could cook up out of whatever food he could find for sustenance. He's killed cats off the street and cooked them, rats too. The town's people looked at him like absolute scum; and rightfully so. All he felt was pain and frustration with his struggle of a life and losses.

Caisa wasn't attending school anymore of course, but out of pure desperation he attempted to attend one day and it was the most embarrassed he'd ever been. Kids looked at him like an animal. He was already a black sheep, had been ditching then stopped coming altogether when his father died. To turn up now he looked absolutely delusional. That's not even mentioning the sheer depravity he reeked of. Some showered him with sympathy, some laughed behind their hands, some laughed more obviously and the staff hammered him with outright rejection and told him to leave the property. The front of strength he had been trying hold up cracked. As he made his second pass through the school his eyes swelled with tears. The looks of pity, the laughing, the ringing pain of rejection, he finally realized his own delusion and the tears came flooding as he ran out of the school in shame and hate. Hate for himself and his own stupidity and weakness.

If things were normal he'd be confident in the face of his bullies when leaving the school. He was almost 6ft tall, he may not win, but he could always give punks who wanted to fight a could thrashing if he needed to protect himself. This strength did come from the size of his frame, but it also came in the confidence it gave him and now he had absolutely none. Enter the bullies and they beat the shit out of him. He woke up on the side of the road at the dead of night in a puddle of his own blood. When he got up, his mouth painfully sagged wide open helplessly from a broken jaw. He tried crying, but he was completely dry. All there was left now was dry self pity. It was like swallowing sand, but it tasted like his own blood. He literally had to hold his mouth closed with a hand the whole way "home" which was just a makeshift shack Cas could manage to build out of scraps from the junkyard. Once he got there his mother was absent in her mental fortress of course. Her cheeks were beginning to sink and her rubs shown. She didn't even blink at Caisa even in the condition he was. It hurt to not be able to look to his mother for comfort and it hurt to accept the reality of her own condition even though he understood it. Vaipa was on the floor crying in need of a changed diaper for who knows how long and then of course he needed to eat. Caisa stood in the doorway observing the situation. His emotions welled up, but of course he was out of tears, what happened instead is that he bursted out in laughter. His mouth hung open comically and it hurt like hell, but he couldn't stop laughing. In fact it only made the situation all the more funny to him. What a pitiful existence.

Caisa ripped up a shirt and tied it around his head to keep his jaw closed and began changing Vaipa as he cried. Now Cas truly looked the part, a fool. His brother wailed in his face and Cas started laughing hysterically again. With the limited range of mobility from his mouth being tied closed his laughing eventually turned over into crying. He didn't know where he had gotten tears from, but they stung as they fell. No one was coming to save him, it was all up to him, so there wasn't even any use in crying. This convinced him to suck up his tears and tuck away his pity. Finishing changing Vaipa had calmed the toddler a bit, but Cas knew his hunger would trigger tears any moment. With his own feelings tucked away for Vaipa's sake, Cas looked at his baby brother before leaving to go get them food for the night. For a brief moment a sensation of calm, relief, and happiness washed over him. As quickly as it came it was gone, but Cas was wrapped into it and really felt it. It was like snapping out of a deep day dream coming back into reality and reality was harsh, but that day dream unknowingly planted a seed of hope in Cas. His brother's sake was worth fighting for, it gave him purpose. What would fuel his purpose was the seed sowed from his reality. A seed that was truthfully planted many years ago, perhaps back when his older brother was killed and Skypiea was taken over during the civil war. Then it was watered and nurtured as he grew up in the West Blue up till now. He could take all the pain and retreat like his mother, he could go insane and become a laughing fool or maybe turn to drugs or some sort of substance abuse or he could take the pain and let it smolder and turn into hate and rage and beat the shit out of the world like it did to him.

Age 13: By this time Caisa was seen as a regular street punk. He had his own unique air about him. Silent, hard eyes, observational, and selective. Then of course there was his big frame, now standing at 6`1 and this made him all the more intimidating and someone to be weary of. He stole, robbed, fought, anything he had to do to secure his mother and Vaipa's survival. He took shit from no one. Outnumbered, out classed, it didn't matter. Fighting and bleeding felt good to him. Whether he was causing pain or taking it, it was only during these times that he really felt like he could release his stress and emotions.

He had become notorious for exploding with rage and changing the tide of brawls through strength garnered from his emotions. Cas took countless amounts of beat downs, even had his jaw re-broken, but he never truly seemed phased by the bullshit at this point. His anger still smoldered deep within, and that's all that he seemed to be. An amalgamation of burning hate, anger, and pain. Even in defeat he was terrifying and would curse his enemies and spit blood at them. There was a lot of scum running the streets, but everyone could agree that Cas was a different animal. He had drive.

Age 14: Cas had now graduated from petty thievery and random robberies to premeditated scores on other hoodlums who were making something of themselves. He worked alone, but had the strength of a gang of men and was known for being able to pop-up and tear down whatever it was he targeted. He was still an emotional and unstable mess of a teen, but he was naturally sharp enough to adapt to how the streets worked. His instincts grew fast as he experienced more and more and quickly he evolved from scum to a beast.

Cas was making name for himself haphazardly, but he couldn't care less about his reputation. Even young kids who were out on the street would gravitate towards him. He'd never give them any of his time or attention. He was still a silent giant, always telling them to get lost. The last thing he wanted for Vaipa was for him to have to resort to this type of life, so he was personally against putting kids on. But he did get into his fair share of trouble himself.

When Vaipa's 4th birthday came around, it was truly a special day for Cas as well. Things weren't perfect, but his mother was beginning to very slowly come around back into a state where she could care for herself. Vaipa's growth was obviously stunted, he barely knew any words and hardly even spoke, but he was becoming happier and more cheerful as Cas began doing better for his family.

One day Cas went down to the riverbank to check on Braveheart. He regularly maintained it and would even take it sailing in shallower waters from time to time. This particular day he found his vessel was missing. His blood flushed through his body which heated his body and turned his flesh a shade of red. His vision distorted as his emotions swelled and he eventually snapped and blacked out in anger.

This wasn't something that's never happened, but it was by far the biggest showing of the depth of Caisa's rage. He went on rampage through many slums and squats that belonged to thugs looking for answers. An hour went by as he beat teeth and information out of delinquents until he tracked down his rat and got the boat's whereabouts. Braveheart was being held as a the prize of a small bout of gambling in a local den.

When the teen arrives, he gets a second wind and goes berserk again, but this time he's playing with older teens and adults. Cas begins wreaking the gambling den, beating its patrons and and employees, but not before too long and he got out of hand. Some brass from the Black-coat mafia that manages the den step in and get the best of Caisa. They imprison him in the mafia's private complex. When he came to consciousness he found his large body was in a tangled cloak of chains. He was given no answers as to where he was, how long he'd be held, or anything. Some days he wasn't fed and another he would be. The chains on his body gradually got heavier and heavier as the day went by. He met a man who had supposedly been in jailed by the mafia for over 5 years now and told Cas that they were probably out looking for his family to sell or kill them. He was putting out Caisa's fire and convincing him there was no hope for salvation.

After it had been two weeks, Cas was completely physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted, the guards could tell he was ready to break. That pleasure belonged to the Don though, so on this day he visited Caisa. "I've been keeping tabs on you for some time now child? I don't know the details, but I do know you don't have an ordinary origin. I also know about your father and how he was a soldier. . . My condolences." This stunned Cas, but then it reawakened his rage and spirit. His body was weakened from hunger and depravity, but the thick links of chain suddenly felt less heavy. Cas' thinning body thrashed against the cell bars trying to will his spirit to somehow attack the man who stood before him. "Hohohooo. I thought you said he was ready to break. He still has some fight, look at his eyes." Cas snarled and yelled, then finally spit at the Don's face. Disgusted he wiped the phlegm off his face with a tight fist then spit back on Caisa who laughed as the Don strode off and chewed into who was looking over Cas.

"You're in for it now." Cas was warned by the other jailed man, but the teen just laughed hysterically. He even laughed in the face of the jailor who came in the cell and punished Cas for his behavior towards the Don. The beating eventually evolved into torture that went on all night. Cas yelled and screamed in pain, but it would always fade into laughter. He didn't break or plead for mercy, in fact he even taunted the jailor through the torture which pushed the tormentor to employ more and more harsh abuse. Most notably he got his right wing sawed off. The pain and trauma caused him to finally blackout and luckily for him ended the session of torture. He woke up days later to find himself bandaged up, but still in his cell and once again he was approached by the Don, but this time the man's demeanor was different. "You truly are a different beast. I was foolish to think I could tame you through conventional means, so I want to propose to you a dice game. Should you win, you leave here as you are. Should you lose and I win, you pledge your life to my family as a member of the Black-coats."

Cas had the nerve to laugh, but lacked the energy. He could feel he was truly on the brink of death. His body had endured a lot in these last weeks. His shriveled hand trembled through the space between jail bars with an open palm and two dice were dropped into them. His throat gave a dry swallow as he gave the dice a shake. "Odds." Cas barely registered what was said and what it meant, he was so delirious. So without paying much heed to the Don's call he threw the dice and produced a "3" and a "4". His brain struggled to do the math, but the Don's pleased snicker told Cas all he needed to know, but the teen could hardly care. He just rolled over onto his back like he was ready to accept death. "Welcome to the family."

Age 15: It took months, but Caisa was nursed back to fair health and released from the Black-coat's complex. He was now a part of the family, but surprisingly put to work in a shipyard. This shipyard of course is an appendage of the syndicate that makes some money by servicing the public, but their main purpose is to serve as a hub for illegal shipping and weapons outfitting. What was even more surprising was that Cas found his assignment actually to be enjoyable. It was a hard pill to swallow, but he was also was making a steady flow of decent money. Nothing crazy, but the consistency of the pay and the fact it didn't require him putting his neck on the line to make ends meet was great.

His passion for ship building reignites and he actually felt like being apart of the Black-coats wasn't bad at all. The only problem is that the money he makes is only enough to support himself and not his mother and Vaipa. On top of that Cas wants to enroll Vaipa in a sort of school to help with his development. Cas finds a solution in working part time as a collector for the mafia, meaning when it was time for the mafia to collect payments from people that owed money, Cas's nearly 7ft frame was there kicking down their doors.

Age 16: With the money he's been making and with the resources he gets from the shipyard Cas was able to save up and build a new ship. This time it wasn't built for sailing, however, it was built as housing. Slowly, but surely, he was going to get his family back to living a good life and getting them off the streets was a very significant step and something Caisa was proud of. His mother was beginning to feel better. She had regained her responsiveness. When Cas filled her in on what had been happening she cried and embraced him tight. She was so sorry for the burden she made him bare with both her and Vaipa , but she was so grateful and proud of her son. She said he was definitely pleasing his father as well. With his mother back in the loop, so much of Cas' tress and anxiety lifted. Not only did he not have as many responsibilities now since Vaipa was actually being cared for, but he and his family had the comfort of an actual home. Things were starting to feel right again.

Caisa continues his regular life working at the shipyard and collecting for the mafia, but it still isn't making enough to afford tutoring for Vaipa. Through some gossip from men at the shipyard, he learns about some underground fighting ring where he could earn money. The fighting pits are actually pretty common knowledge for the mafia guys, but they were actually told to make sure Cas wasn't told about it due to his violent nature. He was already banned from the gambling dens because of his prior incident, so he had a bad wrap when it came to these things. He tried to enter into the pits, but he was turned away and informed that he needed someone to endorse and sponsor him so he could become recognized as an official fighter. His family was already actively endorsing three fighters, but three fighters was the limit any one sponsor could support per the rules. Cas' investigating and moves, caused a murmur in the family. His name was hot on their lips as casual gossip, but it was mostly to talk shit on him. The family was already playing a part in the pits and their fighters were solid. Not only that, but with Cas' reputation for being wild, even if they had an open slot for a fighter it'd be wasted on him. Fighters in the pits weren't as simple as beating up on some tough thugs. These were people like Cas who were naturally tough, but also refined, tamed, coached, conditioned, and trained. You can't just rely on size and strength in the pits.

Caisa had heard it all. Either members trying to make a joke of him or trying to slide him some advice, he understood how the odds were stacked against him, but the youth felt compelled to make it happen even more as he was being told it was outside his capacity. He boldly demanded an audience with the Don and sat in the hall of the Don's mansion refusing to budge until he was given one. Members laughed and said it was audacious of him to think he was even worthy of hearing a response to his request, but Cas didn't let their foolishness put him off balance. He was used to soaking up far worse than this.

For the greater part of the day he sat in the main-hall in front of the Don's mansion. He watched the guards cycle their shifts, he had people come and do all sorts of things. At first it was just laughing and joking, then it escalated to them throwing things like food and even objects like cups, bowls, and plates. As they noticed how he wasn't responding it only lit a flame to see how far they could really go with him. He was struck with chairs, written on with knives, spit on, even pissed on. Cas was boiling with rage and struggling to hold back and it was very evident, but he could only manage to keep himself in check by replaying a memory of his father he had forgotten. The memory would be replayed over and over to keep his mind occupied and he could visualize it so vividly. It was a time where Cas and his father were at the river drifting down the flow in Braveheart. This was shortly after Vaipa had been born and at that time there was a real warm and hopeful light in life. He remembered paddling the oar with his father and his father saying. "Don't ever give in." Cas looked at his father with a confused expression and asked what he meant by that. His dad responded. "Nothing specific, but when you get older you'll struggle with things. It may be personal to you or put on you by someone else, but whatever it is, don't give in to it." This interaction was something Caisa had completely forgotten, because it made no sense to him then, but it made sense now. He couldn't help but notice how the visual of his father's face in his mind was a bit unfamiliar while he was playing the memory. Cas hardly thought of him anymore. Not because he didn't want to, but there was just so much going on. It made Cas feel bad and also sad, but most importantly it kept his anger in check as he waited.

"The Don will see you now."

Cas' meeting with the Don went well. The fact he got an audience at all was shocking, but well doesn't meet he walked out as one of the family's three fighters. His ability to keep his anger in check through all the mistreatment and wait so long impressed the Don, it showed him that there was definitely more to Caisa than what met the eye. He truly had a good pedigree, something the Don prided himself in having a good nose for. He truly did sniff out a good one this time.

What Caisa left with was a bout against Gelot "Shot" Shaws, one of the family's current fighters. Naturally, if Caisa could beat him in an organized fight he'd be given Shaws' spot in the pits. Cas was given 2 months to train for his fight and he spent nearly all of that time in the wilderness conditioning and training like his dad used to have him doing. When the fight came around, even though it was supposed to be something small, all the members showed up to watch. They were already surprised he got a audience with the Don, but now he was getting an honest shot for the fighter slot? It was outrageous and they wanted to see his blood spilled in the ring today. Cas heard their chants wishing doom on him, but he drowned it out and fought a good and hard fight. Shaws was a tough fighter. He was built similar to Cas, big and sturdy, but he was trained in formal martial arts on top of his natural street fighting. He had kicked Cas' eye swollen closed, splintered ribs with his punches, and beat out a lot of Cas' blood. Through sheer determination and tenacity Caisa was able to stand with Shaws. Quite impressively he was able to beat on Shaws just as much as the fighter had pummeled him. Things were at a stalemate and the two exchanging blows made for a good show. Some had got so caught up in the quality of the fight they had forgotten they came to root for Cas' failure and were just watching in awe. The fight wouldn't last forever though. It was an electric half hour of pure brawling; eventually there would be a winner.

Both parties were weakened by fatigue and running on fumes, but Cas was seemed to be managing to fuel his strikes with some sort of energy, perhaps from his spirit. It was not only unbelievable to see him power through Shaws' attacks, but also scream out brutal hits of his own. Eventually it became apparent that Cas was going to win the fight. His spirit was burning bright and pushing him through, but also working to smothering Shaws and weaken through discouragement. Desperately, Shaws had wrapped his arms around Cas' torso in preparation to try to throw him down. Coupled with a savage yell, Caisa's arms went up and his hands clasped together in a fist then came downwards and slammed down on Shaw's back. It was a meaty impact and it decided the outcome of the bout. SHaws fell unconscious andwith weak legs Cas stood above Shaws and gave a sleepy looking smile. He won.

Age 17: By fighting in the pits, Caisa gains a great amount of renown and money. He's begun to make enough to afford to get Vaipa tutoring, so he puts his mom on the job to hire a tutor. Much to his surprise, the tutor she finds is a girl he remembers from the school who graduated last year and has dreams of becoming a scholar. Yssa. Given Caisa's last appearance at the school, it makes for an odd "reunion", but just like him, she seemed to be more mature than most. Not only for her job's sake, but she put the memories of Cas behind her and didn't let it influence how she treated being hired as a tutor for his kid brother who was now 7. Given Vaipahad been so neglected growing up, it was going to be a hard job, but Cas could tell she was genuinely invested in Vaipaas a child and his education. She started with tutoring once a week, then twice, then once it got to three times, she was nearly at their boat home everyday. Cas wasn't home much, so he didn't mind or care and he also knew his mother liked having her around. Caisa was happy things were coming together so well.

Upon seeing Caisa prosper and shine, the feelings of bitterness and resentment grow within a fair amount of members in the crime mob. A captain by the name of Bikram who especially doesn't like Cas, talks to the Don and convinces him to put the lad to better use since he's benefiting so well from being apart of the family. The Don has no option but to agree, because Bikram made good points, so Cas is put on as an active member of the family instead of just a hand at the Shipyard.

As an active member, he's put to the test on his first tour to a foreign sea to secure a trade route as a part of one of the captain's cells. Caisa must take a 6 month leave with the unit to accomplish their mission. He spares her the details, but does let his mom know that he'd be gone for so long. She knew about how he was providing for the family and understood even though she didn't like it. She was proud of him regardless though and of course loved him deeply. She told Cas how she'd be worrying about him everyday till he came back and he could only imagine how hard it would be on her. He promised that he'd make it back home regardless of anything, whatever it takes. His mother entrusts him with a memento of his father, his golden pendent from the Skypiean military.

It's a tough time, the family even clashes with the World Government. The end result is a successful mission and Cas even returns to see he's been assigned a 6,000,000 Beli Bounty, his first ever. He doesn't care much about it, but his cohorts say it's a big deal and treat it as such. Some of the lower ranking members even throw a party to celebrate. That's just the beginning though, for to the Don it showed that his instinct about Caisa was right and his his investment was paying off. He could truly grow to be one of the pillars of the family in the future, perhaps near. In honor of this, the Don recognizes Caisa by promoting him to Captain. It caused a big stir in the family, many felt it was still too soon and the Don was out of his mind, while few actually thought it was deserved. Cas didn't care much for the promotion, just the increase in pay that came with it. He read the crowd accurately while he was being recognized and he felt the tension and distaste. The family was always like that, you could always get stabbed in your back by a brother. That said Cas didn't flinch at the tight faces nor did he soften at the ones who smiled for him. It felt good to be recognized, and though he wouldn't say it aloud, he could feel that the Don was someone he held in a special light, just as he felt the Don looked at him a special way.

When the Don came to his fights and watched him when or praised him it made him feel proud and brightened up his days. Sometimes he'd be invited to eat dinner with the more important captains and the Don as well and that also made Caisa feel more for the Don. Sometimes days, then weeks, then months would go by and the Don wouldn't send Cas any invites or attend his bouts. These periods made Cas sweat and work harder, because he would feel like he was lacking or not doing well enough. Eventually the Don's light would return to Caisa though and once again the youth would feel pride in himself. Cas didn't know what was happening, but the Don knew exactly what he was doing, it was a form of grooming.

Age 18: By this time the mob finds themselves poised perfectly to make their next move that would put them on the next level. They had spent years grinding and strengthening their members and relations to grow into what they are now. Caisa came later down the road, but he's proven to be a valuable asset and has played a vital role in the syndicate's evolution, especially on their last campaign. For Cas, he was providing well for his family. Though he didn't take much pride in his profession, Caisa was proud of how he could support his family and how far he'd come from living on the streets after his father died. He fought against a fated fall and was still standing, his father would be proud. Vaipa was consistently being tutored by Yssa and Cas' mother had fully recovered. Now she was actively caring for the house and raising Vaipa as a mother should. Cas himself had even been experimenting with new ship designs. Many years had passed and he still hadn't replaced Vaipa Braveheart. During this brief calm before the storm, he dedicated himself to a blueprint he'd been working on and he built Spiegel. A small 3-person speed boat.

His petty duties were mostly managed by the few underlings he had at his disposal and he himself spent most of his time at the shipyard working on ships or training for a fight in the pits. He wasn't involved in much of the planning and talking work in the Black-coats and that's how he liked it. When things needed his attention he was given orders, he'd assemble his troops, then take care of business. He had knocked down many budding families, raided shipments, and even enforced taxes on travelers and merchants who move through the Black-coats' sea routes. He was becoming a new regular face of the family and this activity caused his bounty to increase by a shy 2,000,000 Beli, to amount to 8,000,000.

The day for the Black-coats to make their next move was drawing near, but suddenly the Don came down with an illness. At first it was mild and things were normal, but as quickly as the sun sets then rises, his condition had dropped severely. The symptoms and decline of the Don's health reminded Caisa of how his father died from the Rain Plague. With the Don being ill, the morale of the family seemed sapped away from them. The Captains stepped up to make sure things were still running as they should, but the way the pep was gone was as if everyone was under the impression the Don was surely going to die. It depressed Cas and though the Don was not his father, the pain the young man felt for his superior was like the wound of his father's death was being poked at. Part of him could care less if the mod dissolved or fell into disarray because of the Don's passing, but another part of Cas wanted the Don to live so he could continue to work hard for the mob.

Jumping three months deep into this period the Don's condition had been stabilized and was being monitored by a private doctor, a well certified and respected one at that. Bikram and Black Gar, both ranked Captains, were always by the Don's bedside and acting as his vessels during this time, but Cas began to notice a shift in how the family was operating as of late. Certain branches grew and were starting to receive more funding while some like Cas' own were losing funding or being assigned more menial tasks. Per usual Caisa didn't really bother himself with the behind the scenes and logistics of the family, so he didn't act, but he did acknowledge it and draw his own conclusion as it went on. In the meantime he kept himself busy with his fighting at the pits, because the annual tournament was around the corner.

With Caisa's focus on his training, he had assigned one of his lieutenants to be charge of the unit he himself assigned to collection duty. Delegating petty work like collections was normal for Caisa, though recently he was beginning to get heckled for it. Something about not showing the family's strong face and keeping their influence strong at a time of weakness. Cas understood that, but his heart wasn't in the mob right now. True he was fighting for them, but he wasn't worried about their influence and public opinion and all that other stuff. He could care less if they were even making money. Things weren't right since the Don had been sick and despite his request, he wasn't even being allowed to see the Don and speak with him just to check his condition himself. The Don could be dead for all he knew and it felt like some of the Captains were working together and running the mob how they liked. Cas wasn't naturally close with his own underlings, but lately he felt the need to protect them and be a bit more careful and watchful of them. Call it his instincts.

On this day of collections, his unit was enforcing in the southern burrow of their island. It was a regular day that was fast approaching night, but before the end of their shift they got a call in on their Mob Den Den. "We got three small ships off the pier near the abandoned port doing some sort of exchange. Can I get some enforcement." It was normal to get these calls from scouts who were dispatched through the city being the mob's eyes. If people wanted to be able to do deals in the Black-coats' territory the family needed to know and also receive a cut. Naturally this made this a job for Caisa's branch. His lieutenant and lesser vandals arrived on the scene and quickly deduced things looked a bit too serious for them to handle alone. There were used to doing small time hooligan bust without Caisa, but they definitely couldn't handle this alone so the lieutenant calls Caisa and tells him what's going on. He also tells Caisa how they didn't see the reporting scout on the scene as per protocol, which Caisa notes is odd. With their leader on the way to their location, the unit sits and waits while keeping eyes on the guards, but before Cas can arrive things pop off when a unidentified third party sets things off by throwing something to the effects of a firebomb at the ship of the dealers.

Cas arrives to a violent skirmish between the two dealing parties and his own unit. Much to his surprise among the enemies is Lou Lace, a fighter for the Foxglove Family that Caisa would be fighting in the tournament. In the ring it doesn't count as a victory if you kill your opponent, but fighters went wild at the chance to fight another fighter outside of the ring with no rules. Cas could care less about fighting to the death, but he had to let loose and match Lace's energy to hold him off while his soldiers retreated. Cas was confused why the Foxglove Family had the nerve to do business on their own turf and with how they were acting, it was as if they were under the impression they were in the right. After fighting Lace and the other guards long enough for his boys to evacuate, Caisa himself also retreats and Lace berates him the whole time. Whatever deal they were making was certainly ruined, but things didn't make sense at all. Cas' first instinct is to immediately go to the complex to try to talk to the Don... or Bikram or someone, but he stopped himself. When he had pictured Bikram in his head he could feel the ember of anger come to life and begin to smolder.

"Idiot." Cas envisioned what would happen if he went to the complex and saw it wouldn't turn out well. They had no answer as to who was the scout that reported the sighting and with the way the Foxgloves were acting was as if they didn't understand why they were being attacked by Black-coats. Even Lace said something about how this was proof Black-coats couldn't be trusted. Caisa was shocked by how calmly he was handling all of this and figured it was because in his gut he felt like this was coming. He felt the shift and actually was prepared for it. The day he leaves the family. He pulled out his Den Den Mushi as he began to rush home and called his Lieutenant. "I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but you guys should lay low for a while. Somethings up."

Cas walked himself through what he'd need to do once he got to the house. What they'd need to pack and most importantly how they'd get to Spiegel. Cas was always prepared for this day, in truth Spiegel was actually built with this day in mind. About three quarters of the way there, Caisa began to smell smoke and then eventually screaming and crying, it was his mother's voice and Vaipa's crying. "Let go of her, let go of my mama!" The young boy punched at a leg of a large man who was palming his mother's skull in one of his hands. The dragged the woman a ways then kicked the boy away like the pup he was. He got right back up though and tried again, this time for his mom to helplessly be swung at him and strike him. "Hahaha this brat definitely is his brother. He's tenacious." From what he heard alone, Caisa's anger already had his blood boiling and fist clenched till his knuckles were white. His stomping through the wild could be heard before he was seen, but when he caught glimpse of what was transpiring he went insane and blacked out in fury. When he came to he was straddled over top an unrecognizable corpse and bathed in blood up to his arms. He looked around and saw Vaipa, his mom, Yssa all looking at him with fear in their eyes. There were also some thugs leaving in a panic that looked like some goons from before. Then there was their burning ship home and the sunset. When he got off the body and saw the arm tattoos and he knew the body had belonged to Lou Lace.

His family was scared of him initially, but his mother was quick to reject her instinct to fear what she saw and embraced her son reassuringly and cried. "I'm sorry that happened. I'm so sorry ma." It was the first time in forever Caisa had actually embraced his mother and felt like a child in her arms again. It felt good, but he couldn't stay in her embrace long, they had to go. It didn't make sense how Foxglove knew where his family stayed, when it took the Black-coats years. It was undeniable now, the family turned against him.

In the cover of night Caisa lead his family and Yssa to the Shipyard where he was keeping Spiegel. He knew it'd be higher risk, but he couldn't leave his family behind to wait for him to come get them with Spiegel after he retrieved it. This moment felt to similar to the night of the Civil War and how his brother died when he left for their father. They were ambushed when they got to Spiegel, but the ambush was surprisingly suppressed by Caisa's unit under the direction of his Lieutenant. With that support, they fled. Despite Caisa's warnings Yssa insisted on being dropped off on the island. It left a bad feeling in his stomach, but he dropped Yssa off and then fled the island, the family, everything.

Age 19: Where Caisa takes his family is to the Iron Sea, specifically Executive Island. With the absurd amount of non-human refugees and workers, they'd be able to keep a low profile and go unseen while Cas figured out what they'd do next, but the pressure was on. Just that quick all he had worked for and amassed was was worth nothing and they were back on the streets. It upset Cas, but he didn't have time to mope around or be weak. The first thing he did was sell Spiegel for the sake of keeping a low profile and for some living money. Next he got the three of them a room at a hotel and from there he just was trying to figure out what to do next.

Executive Island was a whole new environment. He'd been in the Iron Sea when he was working for the Black-coats, but never to any of the Executive Isles. It was a dangerous place, especially for Vaipa and his mother. Crime was all around them, robbing, killing, rape, kidnapping, extorting, even just random acts of violence on the public. There were forces around to fight the crime, but not nearly enough, even with the vigilantes accounted for. His mother told him about the Worker's Pledge and that she could get a job and housing for Vaipa if she joined, but Cas refused to let her do it. Executive Island was just a stepping stone for them, not a place they'd reside permanently. His mother understood, but part of her just wanted to stop feeling like a burden to her son. She knew that if he only had to look out for himself, he wouldn't be in this situation. This went all the way back to when Ragra first died 7 years ago and she checked-out. During this period of time her condition seemed to begin to regress and she started to become mentally distant again. With Cas out trying to make something happen and their mother drifting in and out of dazes, Vaipa who was now 9 decided to start getting his real first breaths of independent air.

Being a bit underdeveloped socially and academically, Vaipa was a quiet child, but a different kind of quiet from Cas. Vaipa was quiet, but innocent, curious, and open-minded and he actually liked people. He was no good at interacting, but he just liked to be around people and watch them and play and laugh. He loved laughing. These days Vaipa would sneak out when his mother's mind was absent and play around with the other kids of the street. He knew not to go too far and he also knew to go and check on his mother every now and again. He learned good habits from Cas. He was little, but he remembered how often his brother would check in on him and his mom back then. The other kids thought Vaipa was weird at first, but eventually they warmed up to him, because of his persistent nature and how genuine he was. It was true that he didn't talk much, but he proved to have other forms of intelligence that supplemented this. He wasn't unaware of when other kids were trying to take advantage of him and things of the like, he could read and understand situations even if he didn't speak. When it came to playing, Vaipa was good at most of the games they played. Games like street soccer, hide & seek, candy spree, tag, and they'd play fight.

Cas had been fighting his own internal struggle and begun drinking; pretty heavily too. It helped suppress his anger all the way up until he got drunk and inevitably exploded. He quickly earned a bad reputation at the bars and was beginning to get blacklisted, something that made him even more upset at the world. He thought he had beat fate and brought his family out of despair, but here they were again in the same spot as before, only now with more wounds and baggage. "Of all the places I'd run into you, I didn't think it'd be here." Caisa was laying on the side of the road like discarded garbage with his vision blurred from alcohol. He didn't know who he was talking to, but he took the hand that was extended to him. The stranger lead them to where they were staying and helped Cas sober up.

"That's quite the ride." Cas had told Souma everything that had happened since they last saw each other. He couldn't think of the last time he'd been around someone he felt completely comfortable talking with. They hadn't seen each other in forever, but it felt like they picked up right where they left at without missing a beat. Souma told Cas how he'd been touring around the West Blue as a thief now. "All the good treasure's found and hoarded, had to start taking it." Souma wasn't just good for stealing treasure, he had built a small band out of his occupation. With the amount of roving they did, they naturally caught wind of gossip and rumors, so he also had access to reliable sources of information. For Cas, free of charge, he told him about a smuggler who could get people into the Executive Isles under fake identities. They'd get the benefits of being apart of the Worker's Pledge without going into the system as long as they kept a low profile. Cas wouldn't be able to see his mom and brother anymore, but he knew it was for the best. Especially if the mobs from home were going to be looking for him. He didn't want them at risk because of his lifestyle any longer. For his mother it worried her to not be able to check up on Caisa, because she knew how dangerous the world he lived in was. She also knew it was for the best. He'd be able to dedicate his energies to watching his own back and he'd truly be able to begin to become his own man. This was crucial for his development. If he wanted to live in this world without settling for mediocrity or submitting to an oppressive power this needed to happen.

It took Cas a short amount of time to adjust to only being responsible for himself. He felt a bit guilty to admit it, but he liked it. It felt like he had the freedom to be his truest self. Executive Island didn't seem so dangerous and he felt much more lax. There was an absence of anxiety he didn't even realize he was carrying. So much weight had been lifted off him and now he was ready to ascend with Executive Island as his playground. His goal, as sinister as it sounded, Caisa was out to build an empire of his own. Not because he wanted to amass power and reign over people and things, but because he'd need the protection and he wanted revenge.

The first thing he needed was a business to establish and fund the empire. With no one to care for but himself he devoted himself to the scrapyard. Just like when he was a child he sifted through the scrapyard and laid claim on the materials he found and figured he could recycle. He literally combed the whole yard and towed heaps of scrap to a section he had cleared and designated to himself. With Caisa's sudden appearance and how he was basically managing the whole junkyard, he drew in a lot of eyes. He of course didn't like this, but at the same time he didn't pay them any mind for no reason other than the fact he was so absorbed into his task that took him two seasons to conquer. When all was said and done he had turned all the material waste he gathered from the junkyard into sailing vessels. First there was one, then there were two, then the next day three, then four, then five, then by the weeks end there were twenty, then another week and there were forty. The vessels of course weren't much better than the waste they were built from, but still, Caisa's touch was experienced enough to somehow make ships that were actually capable of sailing. None were bigger than the smallest of sloops, but the feat of crafting an armada of ships out of junk was pretty impressive.

With the crowd he conjured up with his talents, he began biddings on the ships. Caisa was a crook, but he was an honest crook. He was amongst the impoverished and the suffering selling recycled garbage, so respectfully he didn't come for their pockets. This wouldn't stop him from still getting a pretty penny or two for each of the ships he sold, however. Some of the buyers were young rascals looking to play on the water or woo girls, some were men with children looking for an affordable way to hit the water and maybe go fishing, some were older folks who just wanted to get back on the water for old times sake. Yeah it was sweet and nice that people were happy with what they bought, but for Cas all that mattered was that they were paying. His turnout wasn't a fortune, but considering it also didn't cost him any money and it was all net he was satisfied.

He was especially satisfied to spend it all on what he needed and in this case it was brand new fresh materials. One would think the lad would be all exhausted and tired of building ships after all of that, but in truth the whole time he was building he was just warming up for this. It was a classically designed and modest built sloop which he named Qurem. It was a ship with stoic beauty and built for speed, just how he liked it. With this ship he'd start up a shipping operation, West Wing Company. He knew he didn't have the resources to go big and make money off the volume he could ship, but he could capitalize on speed. It was hard to get traction, but he eventually he began to get customers, some honest and some from the Black Market. With what he learned about the sea routes and what times who moves through them from his time as a Black-coats, he was basically a ghost in the West Blue. Whether they were making a last minute shipment, needed express delivery, or just needed something inconspicuous and on the down low, Cas was becoming the man. As he showed his reliability with deliveries he gained more and more steam and clientele.

By the end of the year he was looking to hire six employees. He handpicks a mix of kids and teens off the street he'd become familiar with since he'd been on the island. It wasn't out of sympathy or the like, but Cas genuinely understood their circumstances and saw something special in each of them. They each had their own struggles and turmoil that lead to where they are now. They didn't choose a life in the streets, it was forced upon them. One thing he wished someone did for him when he was going through those times was give him an opportunity. Cas still thought about how the shipyard his father worked for, didn't offer him an opportunity knowing the family his father had left behind. His life would have been completely different, but oh well. The world is cold and the people are judgmental . It may seem counter-intuitive given how things ended, but if Cas could say he learned one thing from being a Black-coat it's that you can't survive alone. That said, these first six would be the start of his empire.

Age 20: This year Cas' company really flourished and brought him in a lot of money. He wasn't rich, but it was more than he was getting paid as a Captain back on Watercress Island. The first order of business was getting a building. This building served as the West Wing Company's front and also gave Cas a place to house his dogs to get them off the street. It was the first property Cas had ever bought and to him it felt great to own something. While owning the building wouldn't bring them more money and it hardly got them more business, it served well as a base of operations for what was to come.

His boys were starting to have some real respect for him and he was becoming able to instill more of a militant pressure on them. They were already accustomed to fighting and stealing and even robbing, but Cas needed them to be more than typical riff-raff. Just like his father did him, he began to condition his soldiers and kept the ones who were competent enough to sail, working the West Wing Company. Cas himself stayed busy securing deals and keeping a flow of work coming in, but eventually he sagged it off to another one of his boys he'd been keeping close by as his assistant. Before long he had three well trained arms and guards as well as two journeymen sailors along with an assistant. They weren't perfect, but it was unbelievable that they were molded out of children.

Now the foundation was laid down for Caisa and the West Wing Company was nearly ready for its first expansion.

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