A.K.A.: Slater, Dave, SlaterDave, Slave.
DESCRIPTION: Tall and mafia-esque at times, Cas is well muscled and has a tendancy to loom. Hair is dark brown with a definite curl to it - an unruly curl, at times. Eyes blue.
WANTED FOR: Participation in the mercenary troupe, Ravens of the Storm. Theft of kisses from buxom wenches. The wanton destruction of egos as he proves he is in better shape than his captain and associates in the Ravens of the Storm.
MODUS OPERANDI: Cas has been known to play the victim, whimpering or whining when force is used against him, kneeling or grovelling when commanded to do so - until he no longer feels like it. Then he proceeds to ignore or countermand direct orders, occasionally even going so far as to trounce his tormentors thoroughly in a game of pool.
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: North of 49.
QUOTE: "Yes Sir. Get your iced tea, Sir? I'll do it immediately, Sir." (this is usually followed by a complete and utter lack of any activity having to do with fetching or beverages.)
EMAIL: slave@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca
HOMEPAGE: none.
REWARD: Wandering around with a mafia hitman-type who claims to be willing and ready to do your bidding is a reward unto itself. Until he puts you to shame by trouncing you at pool, at least.
