Name: My friends call me alot of things, mostly though, they just call me Causa. My enemies...well they call me alot of things to. We wont get into that.
Age: 22
Place of Birth: Colorado system, planet Denver
Description: straight blonde hair that happens to fall in his eyes every time he misses a shot, a long scar from below his eye down his cheek, rough, sunbaked skin, hazel eyes. cursed dimples that ruin his bad boy look.
Grew up around the docks, spent alot of time with Kusari kids, since Denver was a stop for Kusari to New York traders, especially ones with kids.
He studied Iaido. His dad didn't approve, made sure Causa got a good dose of boxing in, too.
By the time he was twelve, Causa flew the old Starlifter his father owned, only on small runs, though. His first solo run was Norfolk to fort Bush. Small runs. Causa is the guy you see perfectly at home in a greasy mechanic's shop, or hanging out with the loaders at the docks.
He had a bike and a few good friends, and aspirations to be a gang leader. That bike was hot, too. Girls loved it, his type of girls, anyways.
His dad passed away when Causa was about 17, almost 18. Left him the 'lifter, the old man's Kimber, and the docking fees.
Causa sold his bike to buy cargo, and took up the family business again.
Didn't really regret leavin any of it too much. He knew that he couldnt make a life out of a biker gang.
He didn't regret any of it, 'cept her.
"Hi!"
"..."
"Hello!"
"What?!"
"My name is Cherise."
"...anything else?"
"What's your name?"
"It's Causa."
"Causa...I like it! Can I call you Causa-kun?"
"Why would you wanna call me something dumb like that?"
"I dont think it's dumb, I think it's sweet!"
"Well I'm not sweet, go bother someone else."
"I think you are sweet, and I think youre just being afraid, so you try to be mean."
