Caden a eu un jour de congé après avoir rencontré des patients. C'était un événement rare, et il prévoyait en profiter pleinement. Il avait son sketchpad et ses crayons avec lui alors qu'il partait sur une promenade sans destination, juste un espoir qu'il trouverait quelque chose d'intéressant à dessiner. Cela faisait un moment qu'il n'avait pas été en mesure de prendre beaucoup de temps pendant la journée pour son hobby préféré, donc il était raisonnablement excité. Il y avait une source dans son pas alors qu'il marchait dans les rues, les yeux constamment à la recherche d'une vue remarquable. Il a pris note du nombre de personnes encore fatiguées et déprimées, parmi les nombreux visages qu'il a passés, peu étaient vraiment heureux.
Les gens avaient été comme cela pendant un certain temps, de sorte qu'il était facile de devenir désensibilisé à leur manque évident de joie, mais c'était encore un problème courant. Presque tout le monde ici avait des problèmes qui pouvaient être rendus tellement mieux même en les parlant avec quelqu'un, n'importe qui, mais même si dans ce lieu les gens étaient plus heureux que s'ils étaient dehors, c'était un endroit très solitaire pour être. Certes, Caden n'avait jamais été à l'extérieur des murs pendant très longtemps, mais il ne pouvait pas imaginer que les choses devenaient beaucoup plus solitaires que d'être entourés de personnes avec lesquelles vous n'aviez pas eu de conversations approfondies et significatives. Bien que les choses commençaient à s'améliorer, beaucoup de résidents des Terres du Paradis ne semblaient même pas se faire confiance, et encore moins ceux qui étaient à l'extérieur des murs. Il y avait trop de personnes qui avaient besoin d'aide psychologique, et pas assez de personnes pour le fournir.
Le train de pensée de Caden était brisé alors qu'il s'approchait des portes. Il n'était même pas venu exprès ici, ses pieds avaient été sur une sorte de pilote automatique, son subconscient naviguant dans la région pendant qu'il était profondément dans la pensée. Une caravane entrait. Voyant l'occasion, il tira rapidement un crayon de la poche gauche de son manteau de tranchée, s'assit, et se mit à dessiner autant qu'il le pouvait avant que la caravane ne le passe. Insatisfait du résultat, il tourna la page pour commencer un autre croquis rugueux de la caravane. Cependant, avant de commencer à dessiner, il a vu Ravenia Rose décoller, et il n'a pas pu résister. Immédiatement, il dessina un croquis très rugueux de sa transformation en corbeau. C'était un spectacle qu'il n'avait pas vu très souvent, et c'était assez impressionnant. Il a dessiné en arrière-plan, y compris la caravane et les gardes. Il n'a pas fini bientôt, mais la caravane a piqué son intérêt, donc il a remis son crayon dans sa poche et a préparé pour suivre la caravane au marché et voir si quelque chose d'utile se passerait.
:.Born As.:
Caden Ross
:.What You See.:

"Questioning our decisions leads us to more certain answers."
 Caden is fairly average-looking. He has a small build, which makes him seem short even though he stands at an average height of 5’11”. He tends to wear a suit for his work, but it doesn’t do much for his professional look as he usually ends up a tad disheveled.
He has no notable scars or birthmarks, though he does have a rather discreet tattoo of a shark on his left shoulder blade. Caden also usually has several ink spots and gray smudges on his left hand from writing his patient profiles since he is left-handed. 

:.Also Known As.:
Cade
Dr. Ross
:.Appear To Be.:
32
:.The Doctor Said.:
Male
:.I Swing Towards.:
Females, smart ones. Little experience in the dating world as of yet.

:.People Say.:
Caden has an innate tendency towards introversion, yet he has overcome this with his patients, however it still hinders him in his social life. He doesn’t make friends easily, but this is mainly because he is generally content to be alone, though he does enjoy the company of others in small groups. He is very friendly, and even the way he looks lends to his approachable, non-threatening atmosphere that seems to follow him everywhere he goes.
He is not prone to violence, though he will stand up for others in a forceful manner if needed, despite his inexperience with any type of combat. However, in most cases, Caden will resort to words as a means of defense. He is a little bit OCD about some things, though he is working through it, he tends to be a little over the top when it comes to brushing his teeth and he absolutely cannot share any kind of food or drink with anybody as his OCD is orally centered
:.What I Like To Do.:

 Sketch
 Brush teeth
 Take walks around the Paradise Lands

:.Profession.:
Psychologist
:.The Past Was.:
Caden has lived in the Paradise Lands for as long as he can remember. He lived with his parents until he was 13, when both were murdered. The culprit got away without anyone discovering their identity. From then on, Caden lived with his aunt as he began being trained by a psychologist who had treated his mother when she was going through postpartum depression.
His aunt was eccentric and did not bother him much, and this is when his love for sketching and taking long walks around the Paradise Lands began. There were many days when he had finished his training and would walk around with his paper and pencils, looking for something to draw. He would look until he found something that seemed to pull him into its story, then he would sit down right where he was and sketch it the way he saw it.
After a few years, Caden moved into his own place and began to join the older psychologist in his sessions, many of which contained fairly well-adjusted individuals dealing with depression. However, there were a few stranger cases, including extreme OCD, and necessary house visits for a couple people with agoraphobia.
When he was about 23 years old, the hardest period of his life began. The older psychologist died, leaving Caden to take his place. After taking a few weeks off to grieve, he returned to his mentor’s patients. It was difficult for him to have to take on such a great responsibility so soon after such a devastating event, and his young age at the time wasn’t much of a help. Many of his older patients challenged him on whether he could sufficiently fulfill the duties with which he was presented, something which he questioned himself. But their challenges made him even more determined to fill his mentor’s shoes appropriately, and he managed to take care of his patients adequately. He remains dedicated to his practice to this day and is somewhat of a workaholic, rarely taking breaks for anything.

:.The Proud.:
Civilian
:.A Glorious Gift.:
Caden is quite skilled in recognizing and diagnosing disorders of the psyche and has dedicated his life to treating these disorders. He is somewhat skilled in sketching, though he has had no training and mostly does it for fun. Other than that, there’s not really anything remarkable about him, he’s just an average guy trying to survive and help others.
:.What I Have On Me.:

 A small dagger (for self-defence)
 Sketchpad
 Pencils


:.Who I Know.:

 Unknown
 Unknown
 Unknown

:.Blood.:

 Thomas Ross, Father (deceased)
 Catherine Ross, Mother (deceased)
 Andrea Stenderman, Aunt


:.Behind The Scenes.:







:.Born As.:
Talia Catherine Black
:.What You See.:
 
"I counted the weeks after their death, then the months, then the years, but now I’ve even forgotten what they look like. This world burns away everything we have, even our memories."
Talia stands at about 5’7”, leaving her at a good height, but still small enough that many underestimate her. Her height is mostly due to her long legs, as she has a fairly average-sized torso. She has a spindly, but athletic body type, her lean muscle gives her a look of refined strength.
She has very few distinguishing marks other than scarring in the shape of a small pair of wings on her right shoulder. This is usually covered up by the black leather jacket she wears over a dark gray tank top. Talia prefers to wear slightly loose-fitting jeans for their durability plus functionality when it comes to moving quickly.

:.Also Known As.:
Nightingale
:.Appear To Be.:
29
:.The Doctor Said.:
Female
:.I Swing Towards.:
Either way, whoever looks hot.

:.People Say.:
Talia may look sweet, but she has a fiery temper. It is fairly easy to piss her off, and when you do you’d better hope you can take it as well as you can dish it out because she will not go easy on you. When not in full bitch-mode, she can be pleasant to hang around with if you’re the right type of person. She might not talk to you much without prompting, but can be persuaded to join in a conversation if she feels she has something to say.
Talia tends to keep mostly to herself. Very few people really know anything about her past, and she intends to keep it that way. She is difficult to get to know, but once you do you will find that she is fiercely loyal and will protect those she cares about at all costs, though she would never admit this to anyone. She hates to show any vulnerability or anything that could be perceived as a weakness in anyway, which tends to be a deterrent to most people.
Despite her inability to form close relationships, Talia enjoys flirting with most people she meets, especially attractive people. Even though she seems superficial, deep down what she really wants is to be accepted. In an effort to pretend she doesn’t care, she often ends up outright refusing acceptance, because she is afraid of the responsibility that comes with having expectations put upon her.
:.What I Like To Do.:

 Psychoanalyze people
 Observe surrounding area
 Daydream about the world that was

:.Profession.:
Warrior
:.The Past Was.:
Talia lived alone with her parents up until the age of six. Really, her survival thus far is mainly based on luck. Both of her parents were killed by a horde of the undead in one of the few sparse forests left; Talia only survived because she had climbed a tree for fun mere moments before the assault. She was found there by a harpy who had been hunting in the forest when she heard the screams of Talia’s parents.
The harpy, named Lilian, protected Talia and raised her after that. Lilian taught the little girl how to fight, hunt, and fend for herself in general. The harpy trained the young girl how to use a knife, how to throw weapons, and where to strike an enemy to do the most damage. For 13 years, the harpy assisted Talia in honing her skills. When she was 19, she was proclaimed self-sufficient by the harpy, who carved a pair of wings into her right shoulder and gave her a bracelet, before flying off and leaving Talia all alone.
Hurt and confused by this seeming betrayal, the young girl wandered by herself for years before nearly being killed by another horde of undead. Realizing the futility of attempting survival alone, she traveled to the Paradise Land, where she joined their ranks around the age of 28.

:.The Proud.:
Warrior
:.A Glorious Gift.:
Talia is highly skilled in the use of throwing weapons, specifically knives. This is her strong point. She almost never misses her target when throwing knives, and can quickly adapt to throwing other types of projectiles with a high rate of accuracy as well. However, ranged combat is not her only field of expertise
She also is highly trained in hand-to-hand combat, utilizing speed and precision more than strength. She knows where to land a blow to do the most damage, and will wait for the perfect moment to strike. She also wields her flint dagger fairly well, her attacks as deadly as they are swift. If Talia intends to kill someone, they would have to be very skilled to deter her.
:.What I Have On Me.:

 Small arsenal of throwing knives stored in harness on inside of jacket
 A small flint dagger (handy for stabbing assailants or starting a fire)
 A brown leather bracelet with a pair of wings seared into the material


:.Who I Know.:

 Unknown
 Unknown
 Unknown

:.Blood.:

 Isaiah Black, Father (deceased)
 Issandra Delanger, Mother (deceased)


:.Behind The Scenes.: