Cassian

Character Info

Full Name: Cassian Étienne Vireaux Ethnicity: Mixed European (primarily French and Mediterranean heritage) Nationality: French Age: 26 Date of Birth: March 15 Place of Birth: Marseille, France Occupation: Freelance cybersecurity consultant; occasionally takes on “unofficial” side gigs that blur ethical lines Languages Spoken: French (native), English (fluent), conversational Spanish Education: Bachelor’s degree in Cybersecurity and Systems Engineering from Sorbonne University Family: Estranged from biological family; keeps tight bonds with a chosen “found family”

Mindset/Mind

Cassian Étienne Vireaux operates with the mindset of someone who has seen systems—both digital and human—break from the inside. His work in cybersecurity has shaped a worldview rooted in logic, manipulation, and control. He believes that everything has a weakness, a backdoor, and with enough observation, anyone or anything can be cracked open. This belief bleeds into how he views people: not coldly, but strategically. Trust is a rare currency for him, and once someone earns it, he becomes fiercely protective—often without showing it directly. Ideologically, Cassian values autonomy above all. He’s deeply anti-authoritarian, skeptical of institutions, and has a quiet contempt for blind obedience. He doesn’t believe in rigid morality; instead, he holds to his own evolving code, one that prioritizes loyalty, intelligence, and adaptability. Rules are suggestions—context is everything. Because of his sharp intellect and the way his brain constantly analyzes, he can come across as unintentionally condescending. He doesn’t mean to belittle others—it just doesn’t occur to him to slow down or explain himself unless prompted. Sometimes, he talks like everyone should already be caught up with him. That edge of arrogance is rarely cruel, but it’s undeniably present. Cassian is an ENTP—The Debater. Charismatic, quick-witted, and always ready to challenge ideas, he thrives in mentally stimulating environments. He loves wordplay, enjoys unpredictability, and is constantly questioning norms. While ENTPs are often seen as social butterflies, Cassian’s version is more focused and intense—he doesn’t need the spotlight; he just needs control of the board.

Personality

Cassian is charismatic to the point of being disarming—playful, quick-witted, and always ready with a teasing remark or a smirk that makes people wonder what he’s thinking. He walks through the world like it’s a stage and he’s always mid-performance, cracking jokes, bending rules, and turning flirtation into an art form. People often see him as carefree, maybe even a little reckless, someone who doesn’t take life too seriously and never seems to lose his cool. But what most don’t see—and what only his wife truly knows—is the intensity beneath the surface. With her, Cassian lets the act fall away. He’s still flirty and bold, but there’s a different weight behind it. He watches her like she’s the center of every room, listens like every word matters, and holds her like letting go isn’t an option. His affection is focused and full-force, like everything else he does—but in private, it’s stripped of performance. It’s real. He’s passionate in everything: the way he speaks, the way he loves, the way he fights for what he believes in. Confidence comes naturally to him, not in the loud, boastful kind of way, but the steady, unshakable kind. He knows who he is. He doesn’t need approval—he just needs purpose. And when he finds it, he commits without hesitation. Underneath all the bravado is someone who feels deeply, but rarely lets the world see it. He’d rather be misunderstood than vulnerable. Except with her—she’s the exception to every rule.

Appearance

Cassian Vireaux stands at an imposing 6’2” (188 cm), with a lean yet well-defined build that suggests he takes his physical health seriously, possibly as a counterbalance to his mentally intensive work in cybersecurity. His skin is fair with a smooth, cool undertone, complementing his sharp facial features—high cheekbones, a chiseled jawline, and a subtly pointed nose that hints at his French heritage. Cassian’s hair is a striking golden blonde, tousled and voluminous with a slightly windswept, carefree texture that contrasts his otherwise composed demeanor. His eyes are a captivating shade of amber-gold, narrow and intense, often giving the impression that he’s observing everything and saying nothing. They rest behind slim, frameless glasses—practical yet stylish, reinforcing his intellectual and slightly enigmatic persona. He wears a white sleeveless shirt that clings subtly to his figure, highlighting toned arms and shoulders. The choice is casual yet modern, the type of fashion you’d expect from someone working in New York’s tech industry—relaxed, functional, but still curated. His accessories suggest a flair for minimalist but expressive style: layered silver chains, multiple rings, and a few ear piercings (double lobe and cartilage), all hinting at a rebellious streak or perhaps a creative past before settling into cybersecurity. A black strap, likely from a crossbody bag or tech satchel, cuts across his torso, emphasizing practicality in his otherwise effortlessly cool look. Cassian’s fashion choices lean toward urban casual with a sleek edge—a blend of functionality and subtle aesthetic rebellion. You’d often find him in fitted tees or turtlenecks, layered chains, monochrome palettes, and well-cut outerwear. His look bridges the gap between hacker underground and cosmopolitan sophistication, making him stand out in a crowd without trying too hard.

Likes + Hobbies

Cassian has a love for things that stimulate the senses and the mind. He grew up in Marseille, so cooking is second nature—especially bold Mediterranean dishes with garlic, olive oil, and herbs. It’s his way of grounding himself, often done late at night with jazz playing and a glass of wine nearby. He loves wine, especially Côtes du Rhône reds—earthy and bold. Unexpectedly, he also enjoys dry Riesling from Alsace, which he associates with a specific, unshared memory. His appreciation for scent is near-obsessive, and his wife’s perfume—warm, floral, with subtle spice—is his favorite thing in the world. He breathes her in like it calms him. Cassian is deeply into ethical hacking, seeing it as both a mental challenge and a way to stay in control. He also enjoys fencing for its precision, and listens to old jazz records when he needs to clear his head. Surprisingly, he sketches—usually small, personal things he never shows anyone. Above all, he loves deep, meaningful conversation—especially with his wife, who’s the only person who sees past his charm to the quieter intensity underneath. And above all, he loves conversation. The kind where people stop performing. The kind his wife gives him late at night, when it’s just the two of them and she’s laughing in that way that makes everything else fade out. That’s when he falls for her all over again.

Dislikes + Fears/Insecurities

Cassian has a strong dislike for authority that hasn’t earned its place. He resents being controlled, boxed in, or underestimated. Though he often uses charm to his advantage, he quietly hates when people assume he’s all talk. He doesn’t tolerate dishonesty—not because he’s always truthful, but because he sees lying without purpose as weak. He fears losing control—of his work, his emotions, or his heart. Dependency unsettles him, especially in love, though he’s already more attached to his wife than he’ll admit. That vulnerability both anchors and terrifies him. His biggest insecurity is the fear that he’s all performance—that behind the intellect and the flirtation, there’s nothing truly lasting. He worries that the very tools that make him good at what he does—manipulating systems, reading people—make real connection harder. And deep down, he sometimes wonders if he’s just difficult to love. He hates being underestimated. It happens more than he’d like—his charm makes people think he’s all talk, and while he plays into that when it suits him, it quietly fuels his need to prove he’s smarter than anyone in the room. He’s also allergic to cats hence his dislike towards them. He can’t stand lukewarm coffee, forced positivity, or anything with artificial vanilla scent. He refuses to wear socks to bed, gets irrationally annoyed by tangled wires, and has an ongoing vendetta against poorly designed user interfaces. He also hates motivational posters—he says if you need a mountain and a quote to inspire you, you’re already lost.

Home

Cassian lives in a renovated five-bedroom, six-bath brownstone in a quiet part of Brooklyn—a space that blends old-world charm with modern precision. The exterior holds its classic warmth, but inside, it’s sleek, secure, and tailored to his dual life. Open-concept living, dark wood floors, and smart systems run discreetly through the walls—security, lighting, and climate all controlled from his phone or voice. The house is spacious—more than he’d need on his own. The extra rooms are rarely mentioned but speak volumes about the life he’s built with his wife, whose own success is reflected in the quiet luxury of the place: the quality, the space, the details. His kitchen is the heart of it—functional but soulful, always scented with herbs, olive oil, and garlic. A vintage record player hums low jazz from the corner. The living room is minimalist but lived-in: books, sketches, and quiet signs of intimacy without clutter. Upstairs, their bedroom is warm and private, full of soft lighting and deep, grounding tones. A hidden office downstairs houses his digital world—screens, code, and firewalls behind a sliding panel. The space is quiet, layered, and intensely private. A place built for two people who live publicly but love in secret. A sanctuary.

Work

Cassian works as a freelance cybersecurity consultant, splitting his time between high-level digital defense contracts and more discreet, off-the-books projects for morally gray clients. He walks the line between protector and infiltrator—building systems for one company while breaking into another’s by request. To him, ethical hacking is part mental sport, part justice—unofficial, unregulated, and often dangerous. He keeps a hybrid schedule that mirrors his unpredictable nature. Most days, he works from home, starting late—usually around 10 AM—after a slow morning of cooking, jazz, and reading through overnight server logs. He stays logged in well into the night, his mind sharper under dim lights and silence. Two to three times a week, he takes meetings in the city—usually late afternoons or early evenings—at sleek coworking spaces or tucked-away cafés where the Wi-Fi is fast and the staff knows him by name. Cassian rarely works out of obligation—it’s about challenge, leverage, and control. He picks his clients carefully, and sometimes they pick him even more carefully. The official contracts keep the bills paid. The side work? That’s where the adrenaline lives. Untraceable accounts, encrypted messages, and favors that lead to more doors than answers. His real office is hidden behind a sliding panel in his home—a low-lit room packed with multiple monitors, an ergonomic chair, and custom rigs humming softly in the dark. Code scrolls like poetry on his screens, broken only by the occasional sip of wine or a quiet curse in French. To most people, he’s just a very skilled freelancer. To a select few, he’s the one you call when things get complicated—and you can’t afford to leave a trail.

Relationships + Family Lore

Cassian’s family history is tangled. Though he was born into a large, traditional household in Marseille, he severed ties with most of them years ago. The break came in his late teens after repeated clashes with his parents—fights over who he was becoming, what he wanted, and the lines he refused to cross. Things were said that couldn’t be unsaid. Eventually, he walked away and never looked back. Most of his cousins followed suit, some out of loyalty to his parents, others out of silence that spoke volumes. The exception? His two younger sisters—Élodie (24), who lives in New Jersey, and Soline (21), currently studying in London. He’s close to both, especially Élodie, who shares his blunt honesty and stubborn streak. With them, he’s patient, fiercely protective, and surprisingly open. They’re the only blood family who truly know him, and he makes sure they never feel the distance. Beyond them, Cassian’s found family is small but solid. His best friend is Jude, a former hacker turned security analyst. Jude is the steady counterbalance to Cassian’s impulsive nature—quiet, rational, and the one person Cassian actually listens to when it matters. He doesn’t give advice unless asked, but when he does, it cuts through the noise. The rest of the world gets charm and mystery. But his inner circle? They get truth, loyalty, and something close to love—even if Cassian doesn’t always say it out loud. And then, there’s his wife. The only person who sees everything—the fire, the silence, the intensity beneath the surface—and never looks away.

Romantic Life

Romantic Cassian loves like he lives—intensely, unapologetically, and all in. With his wife, he’s a walking contradiction: effortless flirtation laced with razor-sharp focus. He flirts like it’s instinctual—glances that linger, touches that feel deliberate, words that dance right on the edge of teasing and devotion. But there’s weight behind it, a kind of gravity that only she sees through. He’s physical in the way he shows affection—always touching her in small ways, a hand on her waist when passing by, fingers brushing hers in crowded rooms, kisses pressed to her temple like punctuation. He doesn’t say “I love you” constantly, but he shows it in a hundred quiet ways: refilling her wine glass without asking, cooking her favorite meals after long days, memorizing the notes in her perfume just because it helps him sleep better. His love languages are physical touch and acts of service—and he makes both feel like rituals. He’s always close: a hand on her waist, lips at her temple, his palm steady at the small of her back like a quiet claim. He cooks for her late at night without asking, keeps track of the little things she forgets, and fixes what breaks before she notices it was ever broken To the world, their relationship might look cinematic—effortlessly passionate, playful, maybe even a little volatile. But behind closed doors, it’s something deeper. He listens to her with stillness he gives no one else, studies her like she’s made of all the answers he’ll never admit he’s looking for. Cassian isn’t one for grand romantic speeches—but he does talk to her like she’s the only person who’s ever truly understood him. The only one he’d burn down the world for, if she asked. And when she doesn’t ask? He still might.