~Outrunning Karm~ (Ft. Cassian)

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~~~~~~☾~Outrunning Karma~ | 4/124/21☽~~~~~~~~~        ——— ——— ——— ↪Full name: Cassian Autry Booker ↪Name meaning: Cassian; Hollow || Autry; Noble Strength || Booker; Scribe ↪Age: 28 ↪Gender: Male ↪Species: Human ↪Pronouns: He/Him ↪Sexuality: Gay ↪Personality: Closed up, quiet, unforgiving, self-doubting, self-hating ↪Bad Habits: He always assumes the worse. He also tend to get angry very easily. He bites his nails and taps his foot when stressed or angry. ↪Likes: Clam music, calm scenery, calm things in general ↪Dislikes: Loud things, Boxing, Losing control of his anger ↪Looks: Long cream colored hair, red eyes, one eye is slightly lighter colored due to getting hurt, small scar under his left eye, many permanent marks all over his body, stands at 6'8 ↪Clothes: Modern; Pastel green/ lime green sweater. Jeans, white socks, and white converse sneakers || Fantasy/Old; White button down shirt, trousers, simple shoes ↪Theme song(s): Outrunning Karma / Car Radio ↪Backstory: It hurts. Everything did. The tall figure that was his opponent, hit Cassian in the face again. Then again. And again. The red eyed boy could feel the skin split open on his left cheek. It burned. His legs couldn't hold him up anymore. They buckled. Everything was blurry and too bright. The cheers of the crowd seemed to multiply yet mute all at the same time. Cassian tried to sit up. Bad idea. His opponent kicked him in the face. There were several "Ooh"s from the crowd as he fell back down. The sight in his left eye had gone blurry. Not the type of blurry like sweat or blood had gotten into his eye, no. It was the type of blurry that was permanent. Cassian groaned, a pain filled groan. His lungs were screaming at him to give up. But something told him not to. Something....dangerous....Anger. It was anger. The anger seemed to bubble over and spill out of him. His legs suddenly found their strength. He stood. The tall male that was his opponent turned around, confused. Before he could react, Cassian struck. He landed a solid punch to the other male's chest. They looked out of breath suddenly. He hit him. Again. And again. And again. He didn't stop hitting him for a long time. His anger blinded him. It felt like a blinding white light just covered his eyes as he beat this man bloody. The referee pulled the red eyed boy off of his opponent forcefully. It took Cassian a few second to realize what he had done. His opponent lie on the ground in front of him. His face was practically unrecognizable. He wasn't breathing. His opponent- no...this boy...wasn't breathing. He wasn't moving. Cassian's own breath got stuck in his chest. That's when it hit him. He killed someone, Cassian, an innocent boxer, killed someone. He wasn't innocent anymore. People all around were yelling. The red eyed boy couldn't hear them. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears. His breath became fast and uneven. Fear. Fear of going to jail. Fear of being punished. But most of all, fear of himself. Cassian had killed someone. He didn't mean to. Hs anger just took over. His anger. Cassian was dangerous. It was getting more difficult to catch his breath. Cassian walked backwards, leaning on the ropes of the boxing ring. Exit. He needed an exit. He needed to leave. Now. Cassian looked around wildly for some sort of door. He found one. The red eyed boy sprinted to the door and ran out he ran. And ran. And kept running. He didn't know where to go. He didn't know what to do. He just didn't want to hurt anyone else.