Cavel

Cavel is a squid of few words. He hardly speaks, but, what he lacks in vocal expression, he makes up for in selfless actions and physical expression. He has quite literally, a big heart, with its beat sounding like a bass drum. He is empathetic, and helps people feel better when they are sad or sick, with hugs and an incredible knowledge of medicine. He also really likes skulls, and even has a human artifact, ancient by even human standards: an Aztec Death Whistle, which he uses in his hand-made ultimate, The Deathly Wail.

## Bio

Gender: Male

Species: Inkling, Colossal Squid

Weapon: Mega Splatbrella( a bigger version of the normal Splatbrella, to fit his larger-than-most stature. Functions the exact same, just... bigger.) Custom Ultimate: Deathly Wail: a Killer wail that has a wider cone, but stuns enemies, preventing those in the cone from using their weapons, and draining their ink.

Likes: music, writing poetry, helping others, hugging others and receiving hugs, eating, wearing his gas mask and heavy peacoat, skulls in general.

Dislikes: Silence, bullies, violence, not having his peacoat and/or gas mask on, being hungry, seeing others hurt.

## Description

He is about 7 ft. tall, with a heavy peacoat and gas mask, with Traditional Sandals, adding an extra 5 inches to his already immense height. His hair/tentacles is/are long, draping down his shoulders. He has deep blue eyes that look somewhat sad, yet full of life. His body is well built, with long arms for hugging and carrying the injured and depressed. When he does speak, his voice is deep, yet poetic, sometimes speaking in fluent iambic pentameter. He says he learned this to calm down those who he cares for. They say he wears his gas mask because of heavy burns on his face and body, caused by torture of the poison and poison-related kind, most likely elongated exposure to toxic mist. His tortured past is probably why he started to help other people, and keep his body covered as much as possible.

A small backpack full of grey, cylindrical canisters filled with pressurized, colored gas can be found on his person. The orange canisters are used to keep him calm. He inhales it through his gas mask's filters, concentrating and filtering it to a pure state. A grey canister is placed in his pocket, filled with red gas. This red gas, when inhaled, drives Cavel into an overcharged, frenzied state, as well as working his ink production and physical endurance into overdrive, for a couple minutes, turning the tide of battle if used at the right time. This, however, taxes Cavel's energy, weakening him for a couple of hours after the red gas' effects wears off. Yellow canisters helps with sleep, green heals most wounds, blue kills any harmful bacteria and viruses, and purple provides nutrition and hydration.

He is sometimes seen with a "partner in crime". An Octoling, by the looks of her. He often calls her " my greatest treasure, my finest silk," and, "my sweet Moira." Her name has been speculated to be "Moira," though it hasn't been confirmed by Cavel or anyone else...

## Relations

Friends: Not many, only those he's helped more than once can be considered his "friends."

Relationships: He has a "close" female friend whom he feels a lot for. Possibly an Octoling, from certain sightings of the two fighting along side one another during a small war between two local gangs. Lets her speak for him a lot, since words are not really Cavel's style. He has been heard saying that she is "the other half of me, my guiding voice, the one I trust my life to."