C A Y D E G O D F R E Y 
Avec un bâillement incontrôlable, Cayde ne se tient même pas à cinq pieds de la porte de sa chambre. Dans son esprit, il regrette déjà de quitter son refuge. «Peut-être devrais-je suggérer l'accouchement de la salle... - Une pensée errante passe dans son esprit avant qu'un petit scénario ne se déroule. Comment ça se passerait? - Oui. Non, c'est pas vrai. Cela ne vaut pas l'effort ni la peine d'avoir à écouter une autre conférence sur la responsabilité et toutes ces absurdités.
Il vérifie encore une fois, cette fois à l'aide de son téléphone intelligent, et son cerveau change de vitesse. Le rendez-vous. Cayde ne pouvait pas oublier ça. Le joueur qui reste coupé dans sa chambre n'a pas beaucoup de gens qu'il appellerait amis, mais s'il y en a un, c'est Keira. Ils se sont joints à la même époque il y a quelques années et malgré son extérieur simple, heureux et confiant, elle a tenu beaucoup de profondeur. Cayde vit à travers ses façades rapidement et décida de les ignorer pour le moment. Cependant, cela ne l'a pas frappé comme bizarre jusqu'à l'année dernière quand il a remarqué l'activité dans le dortoir. Normalement, il est le seul à passer 3 heures du matin la plupart des nuits si coincé à lui.
Curiosité a eu le meilleur de lui et il a vu le rituel de Keira. Une sorte d'envoi. Cayde a décidé ce jour-là qu'il la surveillerait. Si quelque chose devait exposer ses défenses, il la protégerait. Il ne s'est pas demandé pourquoi. Il vient de le faire.
Pourquoi parler de ça? Aujourd'hui, c'est le même jour. Il y a 2 ans, Keira a perdu quelqu'un d'important pour eux. Bien que vous ne sachiez pas avec comment elle marche vers Cayde avec une expression affamée qui pourrait manger les mots que vous lui parlez.
Il donne un salut à deux doigts avant de briller un sourire. Il semble que le chef d'orchestre nous ait tous rejoints.Son ton de plaisanterie essaie d'ajouter de la lévité à la situation. Quelque chose pour garder l'esprit à l'écart des pensées plus sombres. Ça craint dans un sens! Je suis si près d'entrer dans un nouveau niveau! Si près d'une boîte à butin 
Maintenant, c'était le Cayde que tout le monde savait: un joueur durs qui pense à la vie elle-même comme un jeu. Pour l'instant, il garde sa propre façade pour remonter le moral de Keira. Au moins, il l'espérait.
Name: Cayde Godfrey
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 182
Class: Azure Shield 
Appearance:
Being at home for most of his recent life, he's picked up a few extra pounds but has offset that with minimal eating. His blackish auburn hair is constantly unkept, framing his face and hanging over his sharp red eyes. Cayde generally spends his time wearing his favorite yellow t-shirt with a sweat shirt underneath and blue jeans. The most unique thing about his clothing is that he wears a crown on his left arm that was given to him by his sister. Nowadays, he tends to wear a gem with  in the middle of it. Since being accepted, he has grown fond of the symbol and tends to wear it some fashion.
In general, when he walks and presents himself, Cayde tends to try his best to blend into the background the best he can. Usually always relaxed in his posture, it looks like he has little care in the world. When things do catch his interest, his back straightens, a smile creeps onto his face. His eyes even look to change color. (For this, it's just the way certain light reflects off of his eyes.) Cayde is quite the box of mystery that few can unravel. For those that can, they are either some of his best friends/allies or one of his worse enemies.






Personality:
Cayde is an interesting fellow. For one, he is a gamer through and through. RPGs, Shooters, whatever. He'll sit and play until the hours turn into days. Cayde has a tendency to keep himself in his room. It is his safe haven but not his prison. He could leave if he wants, but if he leaves, he couldn't play his games! And that would be a travesty. This being the case, he sucks physically. Forcing him to run a mile may end up killing him. Because of that, Cayde tries to avoid pushing himself physically if he has to.
However, through years of playing as an extrovert, he picked up extrovert tendencies. When it comes to people, he knows how to say just the right things to get what he wants or make someone feel quite bad. He tries to avoid people if he can but he will not over look someone being mistreated or harmed in front of him. He will try to get something out of it, eventually, but won't try to, let's say, take candy from a baby.
History:
What is it that makes a hero? Cayde constantly asked this question when he was younger. Is it the capes that blows in the wind? Is it the way they inspire others? Is it the values they stand for....
Nah, it's the capes.
Cayde was born an only child of Lauren Godfrey. The one who assisted in his creation was nowhere to be found when he took his breath. As he grew, he didn't care. When he took his first steps, Lauren was behind each one. When he spoke his first word, Lauren was there to congratulate him. Even his love of games started with Lauren, secretly, being a nerd who loved playing video games. For a long time, this was Cayde's life: his house, his mom and video games.
However, things when change when he would meet the man that stole Lauren's heart. Simon meant Cayde's mother while she worked and would often visit. He didn't mind at first but it became apparent that this man really liked Lauren. This made him feel a bit odd. Protective, yet okay with it. Simon came off nice enough and even played games with Cayde at times. Heck, he even came to his birthday. That was impressive. The next hurdle, however, came in the form of young girl. Simon had a daughter and decided that if he would move forward with this relationship, that Cayde and her had to meet.
Cayde was unimpressed. A girl? Hmph. Not my style. The girls name was Claire and she was almost Cayde's polar opposite. She was quiet and kept to herself most of the time. There is one common thread they share. I bet you can guess ;) Games. Plugging in a good ole fashion puzzle game and Claire utterly destroyed him. It was awe-inspiring. From there, all doubts were erased and finally, as Cayde approached double digits, he had a full family.
Years passed and the bond between Cayde and Claire grew, even as the world seemed against them. They were happy in their home and happy with each other. This continued on until one day Cayde went to walk Claire home from school. He approached the normal spot where he would meet his sister but she was not there. It didnt take long for him to panic and he searched everywhere. Until he heard a scream, for just a moment. His brain went into full defense mode and made a dash for the source. He did find his sister, but she was not alone. At this point, he blacks out. The next moment he remembers, Claire is crying into his chest, clutching his shirt, thankfully in one piece and several guys unconscious and bloodied. His hands were shaking and aching in pain, though he didnt feel it. All that he knew was that Claire was now safe and thats all that mattered.
This caught the attention of many and thanks to his effort, the school went to upped its security. Though he would soon find out that he was seen by one more person that day. Or should I say "entity". In the middle of a late night gaming session, he catches sight of a blue hedgehog on his window sill. "You're pretty good" She says. Yup. That hedgehog just talked. Cayde was ... confused. Of course he had to be hallucinating. It happened from time to time but then it spoke again. "Great. I chose this form so that you would be comfortable but looks like you dont even think i'm real" 
Okay.
This was a sprite that saw Cayde protecting his sister earlier. Normally, something like that wouldn't stand out much but apparently this little thing had been watching him for a while. What a stalker, right? He had never shown physical strength until now and that was enough for him. So, the blue hedgehog- Whats that? Oh, sorry. Azure Hedgehog chose Cayde to take a test. Odd but he decided to indulge this and figure, if he was going crazy, at least the graphics looked nice.
Next thing he knew, a symbol adorn his right hand. He had passed. He was now a knight.
So, what does it mean to be a hero? I still dont know the answer. But I hope to find out. For my sisters sake....