Upon landing and hearing the PA announcement, Cassius somewhat scoffed mentally before he received the affirmative to get his luggage and get off of the ship. And he did exactly just that, not sharing his emotions or making a fuss about everything... But his coat did catch many eyes as he imagined... Part of him was wondering how coloring his clothing after his name gave him a practical advantage. As long as no one received his last name, he did not care as much. He did a flourishing twirl off the ship, his hair dancing in the breeze with him as he made for the academy. Feeling all his joints crack, he let out a slight moan; it was nice to be in a less confined space. But this twirl wasn't needless, he was taking a brief look at everyone behind him... And he was surprised at what he saw to some degree, for better or worse.
"Is that a child...? Either this academy is desperate, or he got his applications mixed up... The battle field is no place for an idealist... Granted, Who knows what monster could be under that flesh in the heat of battle... but I'm willing to bet he might be dead weight to a degree... I just hope I don't get paired with that boy... Probably gets picked on for his looks..." Cassius thought to himself... Due to him being able to read and see pulses, he could see he was in fact a male. Otherwise he would not know it was a male. His company however did not surprise him. He felt she was too delicate as well, but admitted to himself appearances are deceiving, after all, this dance wasn't to entertain others.
The girl by the name of Ash seemed calm to him from what he could see... As did many such as Cyan. It was Indigo that seemed to spark a brow; not that he changed his expression. "Boy, his heart is beating like crazy... Hot blooded? Wait... the red one too? That is a big fucking Swiss army Knife..." And finally, Cassius noticed Kaldyr. "I thought I had a slightly sad expression, but if anything, you are the calm I wish to have in myself... Your pulses are... relaxing. Oddly comforting." With his last twirl done, he bowed playfully to the crowd before spinning on his heel forward, from here he moved at a regular pace. The players were set. To him, the game was just about to begin.
With the presentation with the headmaster done, Cassius went to the dinning hall, to which he devoured a nicely made Gyro, ironically he didn't touch the cucumber sauce, tomatoes or even the onions; he absolutely hated onions and just wanted the savory meat and fries... But he ate the Pita too, by ripping it and eating it. He had some type of carbonated beverage. His appetite seemed like a wild man who's first time it was eating a good meal in a long time, yet he seemed well mannered.
Once he was finished he took his tray and placed it where it belonged for sanitation. Speaking on sanitation... He shyly went to the Locker rooms before any of the men... He just didn't want to be seen in such a vulnerable state. Once stripped away of his clothing, he took a long, hot shower, going so far to take his time to condition his hair. He stared in the water somewhat as he was being cleaned... And then it hit him he was in quite the public place; and not the kind that pays for a display. Quickly, he made for a spot that had many blind spots and began to dry off. Quickly he got dressed, applied deodorants, and of course put on his night wear.
His nightwear consisted of a gray top that was somewhat loose, and of course, a black set of shorts for comfort before putting on shin length gray socks. He wasn't wearing his glasses, but he quickly darted off, briefly bumping into someone he didn't really stop to look at, but gave a brief, timid apology. "O-oh... Sorry, didn't see you there... Uhh... should be plenty of water left... Have a good night." He said before quickly swaying off.
Upon entering the large open room, he noted the other men flexing... Very awkwardly at that. Yeah, men flexing was viewed as something he didn't particularly care about... It just seemed childish to him, barbaric even. "Yeah... Men are not as impressive as they try to hold themselves..." He said, as if with slight scorn... But he then gave a dismissive chuckle before planting himself against a corner and sat beside it...
He didn't have a sleeping roll for himself, so he'd be cold for the night. He said a few silent prayers and closed his eyes, trying to think peaceful thoughts, trying to ignore the fact people may or may not be staring at not just a lonely person, but a lonely, possibly frail Faunus. In a way, he hopped people would look at him for his usefulness, and not the fact he isn't a human. He closed his eyes and made his peace for the night... 4 years, of possibly the most discomforting stares. 4 Years, of possibly finding dread in others... but hopefully he'd find peace. Yes... Peace... That is all he wanted in life.
Two day prior, a certain Faunus had just got his haircut and returned to his apartment. The Landlord gave him a nice smile; real wolf of a man too. "Heya kiddo... Ready for your first day tomorrow?" Timidly the Young adult looked at him and gave a nod.
"You sound really excited to send me packing... What's the deal with that?" The Young adult responded before the gruff man simply bowed his head to the interior of the complex. "Right... inside conversation, got it." He looked to the clouds and rolled his eyes slightly. Just great... so much privacy for something that was no big deal... At least he was offered good hospitality where he lived with the type of privacy he needed. To him, Vale was more pleasant to him in an uncanny way... If there were racist, they knew how to hide his prejudice. It isn't like Mistral where it was about public in many places... But he felt even that was unfair to his hometown. Not everyone was a racist to his kind, it was just common for you to see posters around.
The male could best describe Vale as a sanctuary for the most part. At the very least he wasn't help up behind places at gunpoint, or with weapons with the intention of harm. Granted... That wasn't by people, it was by Monsters that call themselves The White Fang... That is another thing he noticed in Vale... A lack of White Fang sympathizers. It could be entirely possible that it was "Out of sight, out of mind" type affair. It was just a nice place for him to feel at peace... He just wish his family was there with him to enjoy that peace.
Making his way into the complex, the male was lead to an office in the back; this was where the landlord kept paperwork and the like. And if need be, spare keys for storage. He closed the door and took a seat at his desk, and seemed oddly chipper. "How y'ah holding up kiddo? You look..." Both were seated at this point, the Younger male had one leg over the other, clearly in a nervous posture, both arms crossed over his chest.
"Like shit?" The male retorted, almost unenthusiastic in every sense of the word. "Eeeh... I'll be honest and say this whole ordeal is stressful. You know the situation Mr.Grayman..."
The Gray Wolf rolled his yellow eyes. "I never said you look like... that... Your look healthier but your eyes say you're distant, and it has me worrying. You being next in your bloodline to be a Hunter and all that. You need to at least hold the appearance of you are in control before you can feel it." He tried to urge. "Works for me when I was your age... I'm not you, I don't have the social standings you were stuck with. But I'm just going to say this. Best foot forward. And chin up. Any type of poise will earn some form of respect even from your enemies." He tried to give his some type of advice.
The male took a breath, he was frustrated because he had no reason to doubt him; but not doubting doesn't mean he can't be skeptical of how to apply it to himself. "It's nice that you care, it really is... but... I'm not in the thick of it yet. So it's one thing to talk about it, versus actually being there... How are they doing by the way?" The male asked.
"Your family?" Grayman responded. "They're fine from when we last talked. They told me to keep an eye on you. And I guess to watch your spending... And tune that Bowblade of yours... which I see isn't very mechanical like many weapons are today's. But your grappling Hook has been tuned up, gave it more reach. New thread and all. That being said... Why not get an early night?" The older Faunus smile, his wolf like smile was somewhat infectious.
"I might do just that... Also... regarding getting to the station in the morning..." The male spoke. "You said we were going to talk about that."
"Well Cas, I have errands to run in the morning. But Mathias will take you. I would avoid dressing flashy until you all land." The landlord urged. "But in the event you ever get in a bind, or need a break... The door is open for you." he offered.
A genuine smile formed; it was such an alien feeling to him... it hurt, and he hated it because of that pain. "You're a lifesaver... I guess I'll try to rest." Cas stood up before making his way to his room. _______________________________________________________________________
With the next morning, he decided to keep everything simple for himself and got dressed up after a nice shower, flossing his teeth as well as brushing them after with a nice use of mouth wash as a finish... He wasn't sure what to wear to keep it simple. He decided to just stick with basic knee high boots, Gray pants, with a gray tanktop with a small vest over it. It was basic, and didn't stand out.
With a knock on his door, he got his luggage together and made his way out. A tall, broad muscular man stood there with short, wavy hair. "Ready to save the world?" The man joked, having a far deeper voice.
Cas rolled his eyes a bit before locking up behind him. "I guess I am..."
"Could have fooled me with your lack of spirit in what you say." Mathias chuckled. "Let's hit the road."
"Just as long as you don't blare your loud death tunes in the car, I do not care." Cassius chuckled. "Right, let's be off."
_______________________________________________________________________________ With the drive being done, a goodbye wave, Cassius was off onto the ship... Where he'd be staying for the next what feels like a day in a half... But at least he got to sleep. For the majority of the flight, he stayed in the least occupied spaced with a duffel bag with a change of clothes... But really had to ask himself. "Who the fuck makes a flight this long... Isn't Beacon literally on the same continent? I could have climbed there... But no... We have to go everywhere else... WHO PLANNED THIS?"
With the next morning with the announcement, Cassius took his bag, with a quick few sways he went to the bathroom Cabin area of the ship; while it wasn't a cabin as far as he knew, it was just a small room with a sink and a toilet... He is just glad the room was well cleaned. After he did his business, he changed into his Gray shorts, into a sleeveless Tunic with a crisscross pattern, placing on his long boots and of course... the world's most flashiest coat that adheres to his name.
If he never stood out before, now he did. He made his way up top to take in the view while his layered wavy hair blew in the wind... "Wow, I'm pissed... I could have walked here... or they could have dropped us off here earlier... But I guess they have to build up to this to act like it is more impressive with how you could frame this as a painting based on if you were obnoxious enough to take pictures with your scroll and added a shit ton of ugly, dated filters... Social Media... Never change." Cassius commentated to himself, aware he probably sounded negative... Better to establish who you are before others can establish you, for you.
Folding his arms, he stared off into the distance... Finally.
Oh god, you have just set Team RSTC on the worst possible course. You have literally picked someone who is going to climb into a high cupboard and peer out of the cupboard door.
All in all, I'm not sure how I feel about Russell being a leader. He's not really the leadership type, it doesn't really fit with his character, and wasn't really the direction I wanted to bring him. He's more the type to get lost and then realise he's lost, get worried, and run around in fear, getting even more lost.
The GM did state he picked who he felt was the least qualified for the sake of chemistry and growth.
If we are being Technical, even in current RWBY, I do not buy Ruby as a leader and feel Weiss is more qualified.
I would say just take it. I think it works fine because it means Russel cannot be selfish with self preservation in mind as a leader.
Cassius and Indigo as partners with Cassius as the leader, didn't see that coming but it definitely adds something interesting to this. It's funny, Cas and I were talking a bit in DMs about their interactions, and if that brief little talk is anything to go off of this is gonna be a wild and fun trip.
It's going to be that much worse because he is the leader who is literally. "Keep yo Drama for yo mama."
As well as if a Character like Cardin Winchester touched him -- not sure if he is in this setting, but you should expect for him rip a new one if touched in any manner akin to how Velvet was touched.
He would quite literally grab him by the balls in retaliation to being grabbed by the ears and tail
"Cardin, Winchester... if you fucking touch my ears again... or any fucking part of my body... I will kill your balls and your dick with my semblance. And because you have such a firm warning... Do not try to down play as a lack of fairplay... now you fucking waste of sperm... get me a rag and clean my hand... you repugnant fuck."
Edit: Ya know, I should probably include the fact Cas is very Stand off ish. I'm going to edit that in the Personality. It also just makes sense with what is established.
Cassius has very pale skin with dark circles under his eyes. His eyes are a Hazel Green, the green clearly is more discernible than his tones of brown and gold. Typically he wears rounded square like glasses.
His eyebrows themselves are Dark, Jet black; which is an interesting contrast considering his hair is naturally a rich, silky chocolate brown. His hair itself is often either shoulder length, or just shy of it by two inches with layers; mostly so it does not get in the way. In addition, the hair is wavy.
His face has a slightly oval shape to it with decently high cheek bones that jut out. A Small chin that is pronounced enough, not very receded, but not just jutting out.
Perpetually has has a blank expression for the most part; could be interpenetrated as sad due to the lack of general motions. As such, you can see visible strain in his expressions when he is forced to smile, even if just a basic range of sarcasm.
For his attire, he wears a Black Tanktop, with a flowey sleeveless Tunic like shirt that rest slightly over his thighs, it is a black color as well. He wears Black shorts; though at first glance you will not be able to tell he is wearing shorts due to his long boots that he wears over his legs that extend past his knees. The boots are very secure with a slight heel.
These boots offer good protection without impeding his motions.
Over his tunic, he wears a large coat with sleeves and embroidered cuff. At the waist there is a strap on the inside of the coat, as is there one located at the breast. The purpose of these straps is to keep fastened around the body. It very much is colored after his name; which consist of Black, Dark Blue, to a Dark Lavender color in places. It however is mostly blue.
The attire hides his weapons well, as well as his myriad of disposable arrows.
Name: Cassius Alexandros Svent
Country of Origin: Mistral
Physique: Stands at roughly 6ft, 190lbs, slender arms with slightly thicker thighs and hips, large feet with Lynx ears and a tail.
Race: Feline Faunas.
Team: Team Leader is CKAI. (Pronounced "Sky").
Personality: Cassius is distant in a social sense when he isn't putting on a fake smile, dancing to allure or provoke a reaction... And he hates that part of him. But it was the part of him that got results so he could even have a stable life. Cassius is quite insecure due to the reality he is pretty self made without any real guidance, and as such has a hard time putting faith in himself... Questioning if he really did the best he could. The distance he felt with his parents most of his life does not help this, but he does appreciate the help they have given him prepare for a life that would keep him safe.
Yet, without the facade, there is no smile. There is no joy. There is just a sad, mourning expression hidden in his eyes. Even in anger, he grieves in his ignorance of his lack of understanding emotions, or the notion of love and dependency... He fears all of it. Fears it would only make him weaker to compromise. He never really had friends to experience positivity, or anyone to love to have any type of meaningful, loving relationship. Quite paradoxically, as much as he might want a charming man, he feels unworthy. There is nothing for him there -- at least so he believes.
The front he puts on when he isn't entertaining is that of forensics, and wit. When placing himself behind him, he can be quite analytical, and have sarcasm that gives perspective, or just a way to make an ass out of someone. And when angered from when someone pushes his moody attitudes,he drops the timid nature briefly as he is prone to vulgar outburst. Going as far as to go for the jugular based on what he knows and perceives about someone. It is here he is cold as ice, and hot as fire; striking when the iron is hot. He can be quite Timid and Shy, but he tends to speak his mind.
Sometimes he can be unapologetically dismissive, Apathetic, Sassy, Snarky, and downright Condescending. Because of this, by extension does he not take anyone's crap and will come off as standoffish in nature; by extension will he try to come down on them if need be, so he can establish his metaphorical heel and where he stands if need be. When there isn't a case of this, he is very calm, and sometimes timid, it is pushing him you should be afraid of.
But when he isn't apathetic and not fully acting on self serving nature, he can be an extreme opposite; caring and compassionate. It is when he gets attached, he fears acting on it, and losing whatever is there. It is this reason he would prefer to remain distant. Else he could come off as paternal, caring... Qualities he fears having.
Yet with his semblance, he knows he very much can control who lives and who dies when circumstances play out. He has to play his hand; and as such can be cunning, and cruel. Even with his fear of attachment, he'd never truly leave his team to die if there is anything he can do.
In a fighting situation, he would very much prefer to end the altercation quickly, and with little effort as possible.
Another curious side is he has a weakness to things he perceives as "Cute".
In many ways, Cassius hates himself to the point where he would willingly try to deprive himself of social interaction if it does not benefit him, to that end... he is selfish to uphold being distant as he is allowed to be.
Likes: - Cassius loves cute animals such as domestic cats, or well tamed dogs. - He likes Honey Battered Chicken, Pizza, and Gyros; he is quite the picky eater.
- He likes fashion to a degree, even if he admits designing with his color in mind is very impractical due to the nature of it's range of complexity.
- In a Fight, he prefers to think smarter and not harder. - Likes to Bake occasionally. - Likes to Read books, typically fantasy. - Quiet places, typically in isolation where he can just collect his thoughts. - Being left alone; while he can warm up, it will not be easy to change his heart here. - To one degree or another, Men around his age; but he'd be far too shy to admit that, and actively hates this side of him. Preferably those closer to his height with a toned form.
Dislikes: - Being put on the spot. - Being used by others. Any type of Vegetarian diet. - Racial politics, and politics in general; he much rather not have to worry about any of that... Mostly because he is aware of no matter how many freedoms someone has, does not mean you can just change the hearts of others so easily. - He does not like forced interaction. - The idea of dating anyone. - His own sexuality.
- Changing in front of others; despite any form of fitness, he is quite shy of his body. - Being told to act a way that he otherwise would never act. - Hypocrites.
Fears: - The White Fang. - People trying to get too familiar with him. - Fighting for a pointless cause. - Being wrong, and not having all the facts to make an informed decision. - His indecisiveness. - Attachment. - The notion of loving. - Dependency; both being depended on, and depending on someone.
Motivation: Simple, he wants to do something with his life where he does not have to sit in one place and achieve nothing. If he is going to waste him life to any capacity, he rather it be doing something he deems productive, or helpful -- or at the very least find value in himself in becoming a Huntsmen. At least then he would not feel like a waste of skin.
Brief Bio: As someone born in Mistral, not everything was kind to him, not people,not classmates, not his employers. He didn't really have much when living in the low class house. It wasn't discrimination that put him there, but the sins of the father, and actions of the mother. Both of his parents are Faunus, and Hunters. To him, a beautiful name didn't mean anything to him if he was neglected for his parent's busy lives... It didn't really matter if his mother came from a prestigious tribe that was known for their healing arts; it was her over exhausted nature that made Cassius distant from his family. To him, he had no value in his name. At least his father trained him to fight for himself. Sometimes his mother as well. He just wish he was not caught up from... having to run from the White Fang.
Working from low income, such as helping around with stocking in stores... He had a vain want to present himself as more than gutter trash; with what money he saved up, he bought nice clothing that fit his name sake, took up some form of dancing to show off... it made him feel disgusted with himself that he had to flaunt himself to get anywhere; to him it was perverse. He hated being a dancer that people favored, and he hated every moment people wanted more... He didn't feel appreciated past his physical form. It was this that tainted his perspective of Faunus and Humans equally.
It didn't help he saw many White Fang Riots on what little of the news he could see. His family somewhat at war with them as peacekeepers meant they had to avoid living in obviously nice, wealthy looking homes. It made him always fear for his life... And rightfully so. His family was a target, and by extension, he would be too, especially the more people made note of who he was. His training and specially made weapon came in handy in more than one occasion, with the hidden, heavy Arrows he always had stashed on him, he was a force to be reckoned with, especially if he could sense vitals... Through tweaks, he even had a grappling hook hidden in his Bowblade for the Bow form. This helped him get away from altercations. To have his own money... He needed this for when he couldn't depend on others.
With the White Fang in the shadows,he was getting afraid to go to Haven Academy... During the foggy morning, his parents packed Cassius belongings, and gave him a new Scroll. "Speak your last name to no one. Go to Vale. I've let the Headmaster know of the events going around your life. With results, he thinks you may be qualified. You will be safe in Vale, safer than you are here. This key belong to one of the nicer apartment complexes, you'll be living on the second floor. Speak to no one. And keep to yourself. For the next Four years you will be watched over by an old friend. In the next month, you will be starting your new Life getting the proper training of a Hunter. If danger strikes, you will have people at your side." This being said to him by his mother, she skulked with him in the shadows as they took an airship to Vale. He was told to be strong...
With the day drawing closer, he decided to bury his anxiety to the best of his abilities... But he knew he wasn't going to outright trust others, much less like them. He however knew his efforts may eventually pay off. But putting on a joyous Facade would be incredibly hard. "Effort is all I need... I can do this."
Semblance:The Hands of Life and Death: These Duel Aspects Consist of Light and Darkness. With Light, it is used to heal Humans and Punish Grimm. Where Darkness will do the opposite. In addition, he can see the pulses in the body of all living things, this helps makes up for his lacking eyesight, as well as lets him see physical weaknesses in the body, or at least vital areas to strike.
When in close range, he can coat his weapon in the dark element with a bit of concentration, he can also fire this said element out of his Bow, same for a bolt of healing light. When hands on, Cassius can place whatever energy on a desired target to either heal their wounds, or damage them. In some cases, he might absorb a slight portion of their energy for his own, he can however give his energy to someone else to directly empower them by sacrificing it to an ally.
Despite how versatile his semblance is, he isn't as well versed with it, and only starts with the basics of seeing pulses, healing others, and shooting dark blast.
Weaponry:Eclipse: His weapon is a curved blade that can be used with fluid motions to both deflect, and use as a proper blade, but when it unfolds into a bow, he mounts it on his left arm, practically able to use it as a bow, as well as a impromptu buckler shield. Because of the fact it does not use bullets, he has to have special, and durable arrows that can be used practically. Some of the Arrow heads are for different applications, he however is wary of using Dust, but does have some well concealed in some of his arrows.
Other: Cassius knows very little in terms of martial arts, and this helps him weave strikes with his arrows, but he prefers to avoid confrontation if there are others present. He uses his semblance to plan around the fight, or decide to take detours when alone, mostly to avoid wasting unnecessary energy, or just so he can preform a debilitating attack to incapacitate his enemy.
Despite his use of night vision, his eyesight is not that great without his glasses. However his semblance more than makes up for this weakness-- even if the range of the pulses he can see are a max of 15 - to 25 meters.
Tends to have mixes for himself in his supplies he will be keeping his room; surprisingly, all over the counter based items.
Announcement: TEAMS AND PARTNERS Please move your lovely stuff to the Character tab kthx.
Team CKAI ("Sky") Cassius (Leader) Indigo
Team RSTC ("Rustic") Russell (Leader) Cyan
Partnerships are separated, leaders are highlighted. Teams were chosen by opposite character traits overall in an attempt to make things as interesting as possible. Any questions or concerns are not only accepted by appreciated- this kind of got cobbled together with me and an index card, so it's not necessarily the best, but I think these teams and pairings best promote that good ol' RP drama/growth thing we all love.
@soph I probably have a good idea why. But I don't want to assume, and it's good to know you're understanding.
I'll be honest, as someone who has Autism and suffers from depression, my biggest fear is my curiosity and questions burdening others Me and my Hubby talked about it a few times and he tells me I shouldn't worry as much. I've always tried my best to keep my inquisitive side to a minimum because I look at today, yesterday, and the DM's of trying to interact with everyone as... "I fear I am coming off as annoying when I am trying to be friendly.
But Ben always tells me the following when I do not get something:
"People who truly believe in tolerance will understand if you are not fully onboard with something or truly if you are fully not capable of being able to understand something, because if they reduce you to that, they are reducing themselves as a quality of person. Just because you may not agree or understand, isn't the same as decrying them or telling them they are wrong or do not exist because of an idea. If they treat you less than a person because you don't get something, than who is really being oppressive and dehumanizing?"
Edit: Either way, I really hope I didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable here. Or give anyone a hard time. It is never my intention.
i wanted to have tinu go by they/them simply because i felt like creating a nonbinary character (++ i know how to write one), but i decided against it for reasons. until i said fuck it and decided to just go with it. the most prevalence it should have to their character is them correcting people when they first meet, otherwise it shouldn’t matter at all really
also the small text is for aesthetic but if it needs to be removed i can do it!!
As someone who is socially awkward about that sorta thing, mostly due to how I understand things, I find that a bit perplexing. But I'm not going to say. "Make it disappear either." The Nonbinary part that is. That being said... If my character does say things, please understand it is more of the character rather than my actual views and not how I actually view others.
I had a female character named Noir, and she snapped calling someone a "Whoreson" in a private rp and the player took it way to seriously... despite the character is well... just that. To take deep offense of how she was annoyed and uttered a phrase she normally would not say... is not me personally giving you the finger... Like, you'd assume everyone would know that the player does not equate to a character... But experiences tell me "You should just explain because people take things way personally."
(Yeah, some people just assume the player is just the character in different rps. And is usually if not always used as some type of commentary, because I've seen a trend on other sites where others cannot differentiate between the two. So I'm saying it now. Cassius is not me, and I'm not Cassius. What the character does and say... does not represent me. It is a character.)
The very tiny text however will actively be a pain on my eyes that my new prescription just isn't built around. That unfortunately is not something I am physically able to deal with. But I also realize I don't want to demand it be removed either; like who am I to tell someone how to enjoy their character? Fucking no-one in that instance.