SheriffLlama

House of Powers (reboot)

Cassius "Cas" Williams | Cafeteria/Bedroom/Auditorium

Interacting:@Wolverbells

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Cassius had thought others would be the in the auditorium, but he seemed to be the first one to reach the room. He sat in silence for a moment, but quickly fell victim to impatience. His hand drifted to his wrist to mess with his watch, as he often did, but he realized he had left it in his room. He sighed, then leaned back in his chair. His boredom was thankfully satiated as a new person entered the room - the girl that had stormed out of the cafeteria.

She sat down asking him if he had calmed down, to which Cassius gave a short laugh. "Externally, yeah." He said, looking over at her. He was surprised when he looked her in the eyes, as he noticed that she had piercing blue eyes, just like his. It was an odd factor that he had trouble getting past, mentally. He was slightly perplexed when she said that had just been introduced to the other patients, and that she had been around much longer. "So I assume you think you have superpowers, too?

He regarded her for a brief moment, one that a person took to themselves and seemed to last minutes in their own mind, but in reality only lasted a second. She was pretty, but her face seemed nearly expressionless, and that threw him off. He tried to decipher the girl, but he couldn't really see much. He gathered that she was probably very concerned with her body image, as she wore all black clothing. Black made you look slim, especially with females. Other than that, she didn't leave much to be deciphered. It was rather impressive how neutral her demeanor was, but Cassius could tell it was forced. The only thing he could garner from that was the fact that she was obviously disconnected from her emotions by choice, and probably feared them. He decided he would try again at a later time, and rested his gaze. He extended his hand to shake, saying, "Name's Cassius Williams."

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer - Mountains

@Solace@Ambra@Aquanthe@FrostedCaramel@LordVoldemort@Wolverbells

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As the Cadets made their way to the end of their journey, Connor was filled with the most wonderful relief. Thankfully, they had all made it in one piece and even met up with the other group of cadets. As everyone got situated, the tension and danger that everyone felt from the blizzard-riddled hike seemed to dissipate, giving way to a more lighthearted attitude. The attitude only seemed to increase when Gabriel declared the commencement of a snowball fight, and proceeding to pelt Tanner in the head. Chaos quickly ensued as the other Cadets armed themselves with frozen ammo.

Connor, weary of the frosty projectiles, ducked behind a tree, seeking cover from the snowballs that began to fly every which why. Gabriel nailed people with his cannon-like throws, Olivia threw snowballs that didn't seemed to phase Gabriel, and Reese and Tanner kept getting hit. Connor peaked his head out of from behind his cover, but the impact of a snowball on the tree sent him back into hiding. He knelt down and made himself a snowball, then peaked out again to select his target. He noticed Olivia incessantly aiming towards Gabriel, as did others. He decided he'd offer the big guy a helping hand.

Olivia was the closest Cadet to his tree, so he jumped from behind it, breaking into a sprint. He dropped his snowball and scooped up as much snow as he could into his arms, proceeding to throw it all towards Olivia's head. He then ran to stand beside Gabriel, quickly making another snowball. "I'm with you, buddy!" He said, taking a defensive stance as though the other cadets held cannons and swords, and not snowballs.

House of Powers (reboot)

Cassius "Cas" Williams | Cafeteria/Bedroom/Auditorium

Interacting: @HecateProxy@Aquanthe@KimmiNinja

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Cassius hadn't expected the reactions he'd recieved when he'd burst in, looking for answers. The entirety of the room seemed to have no problem with being strangely locked up in a pristinely clean facility and being told they had super powers. The young man had trouble coming to grips with the things he had seen, but it didn't appear to phase anyone else. Assuming they all had the same "illness" that he did, they seemed to have settled into the mindset of "follow their instructions and they'll cure us." He swallowed heavily as the others slowly made their ways back toward the auditorium. Some of them looked at him like he was crazy, which frustrated him to no end.

He was very glad that at least two of them thought to engage in conversation with him and give him some advice. As they, too ventured towards the auditorium, Cas decided to follow them. As they walked past the numbered rooms, one opened and a girl walked out, dressed in workout clothes. She was attractive, and Cas couldn't help if his eyes lingered for a minute. As she dissapeared around the corner, Cas turned to the others that had confronted him. "Thanks, I'm going to look in my room real quick, I'll be there soon." He said, turning to look down the rows of doors until he saw his name on door 10. He opened the door and stepped into the room. The sight of the girl in the workout clothes had reminded him; the woman in the lab coat had told him that they would be conducting physical capabilities tests. He nodded to himself as he walked into the room, looking around. It looked pristine, and as he opened the closet he saw that it, too was perfectly organized. What surprised him was that every article of clothing in the closet looked like something in his own wardrobe.

"These guys really don't play..." He muttered and looked at himself in the tall mirror. He was wearing sweatpants, expensive adidas sneakers, a Louis Vuitton sweatshirt, and rolex watch - not exactly physical tests ready. He looked to the bottom of the closet where he saw a selection of shoes. He picked a black pair of nike indoor shoes that he oftened trained in and played football in. First, however, he traded his clothes for a pair of white shorts that rose above his knee in typical football style, and a black athletic shirt that clung to his torso, but still gave him room to breath. He turned and regarded himself in the mirror once more. He was definitely physically impressive. At 6'2 and 190 pounds, his the muscle in his body was clear, even through his clothes. His shoulders filled his shirt, and his legs were rippled with visible definition. He was confident of his body image, some might even say too confident.

He slipped into his shoes and walked out of his room, making his way back to the auditorium. He tried regather his thoughts and remind himself that he was here for a sole purpose - to get better and to get back to his team. He entered the auditorium and sat in an empty row, waiting for something to happen.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer - Mountains

@Solace@Ambra@Aquanthe@FrostedCaramel@LordVoldemort

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Connor's resistance to the cold was slowly beginning to wear thin. Hopefully they were nearing their destination, because even he was feeling his legs begin to protest their movement. He kept his eyes stuck on the pale white abyss in front of them, knowing that it would eventually give way to their camp. He glanced over, quickly checking to see if Gabriel was alright. If the young man was having problems, he showed absolutely nothing of them. Connor might have been athletic and quick, but Gabriel was a pure machine of strength. Connor kept on going so that Gabriel wouldn't simply leave him behind.

He was very confident that the group was at a good pace, and they were all doing very well. As far as he could tell, despite the blizzard, they were all accounted for. He briefly wondered if any of the other teams had lost cadets on the way, or if all of them would make it to the rendezvous. That would be a feat for the coming generations of cadets to talk of for years. From what Connor had seen, he thought they could definitely do it.

His confident was only shaken when he heard Emil call out, declaring that one of them had gone missing. He knew that they'd all done frequent checks, so the missing Cadet couldn't be too far behind. "I'll backtrack, you keep everyone going!" Connor said to Gabriel and turned back. He accounted for all of the faces, then saw that Olivia was the missing Cadet. He ran past Emil, hoping to move fast enough to find Olivia before the snow covered their tracks.

Thankfully, he spotted the girl as he neared what he guessed was about 30 meters from the group. He trampled through the snow with increasing effort to reach her. As he came to her, he grabbed her supply pack and lifted it off of her to help her stand. "You okay?" He had to shout over the powerful winds of the blizzard. He pointed up the bleach white slope and said, "C'mon, we can catch up with the others!" He went behind her just for the sake of safety.

House of Powers (reboot)

Cassius "Cas" Williams | Auditorium/Hallway/Cafeteria

Interacting: Anyone in the Cafeteria

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Cassius' orientation had been far less formal than his fellow residents. Unlike them, he'd only just arrived that morning and he'd come to his senses in an empty auditorium with none but himself. Cas found himself sitting in a chair, looking up towards a massive whiteboard, almost leading him to think he was back in Chicago Fire's meeting room where Coach Klopas would draw their formations. He tried to clear his head, but he felt a constant weight on his mind, likely from being sedated before he'd been escorted from his hospital in Chicago. His sense of familiarity was obliterated when a woman in a stark white lab coat walked through a door in the wall, her heels clicking obnoxiously against the floor. "Good morning, Cassius." She said, with a posh tone that bugged Cas to no end.

"Where the hell am I?" He muttered in his groggy baritone. He tried to stand up but his tired body decided that moving was not going to happen. Instead he sat defeatedly back in his chair, turning his gaze back to the newcomer.

"You're in our state-of-the-art research facility." She answered. "You should really move at a slower pace, the sedatives require time to fade. Anyways, welcome to the facility." She flipped an electronic tablet around to show a white slide. "Let me explain some things." She began to slide through a presentation, detailing the fact of his suspected, "illness," the reason he was currently missing matches and sitting out one of the best seasons of his professional careers, was not actually anything that had existed before. It was supposedly a new strain of sickness that she claimed would give him special abilities impossible for other humans.

"That's honestly the most dumbest thing I've ever heard." He said, shaking his head. "I don't have su- superpower or whatever. I'm just a footballer who needs help not getting sick so I can do what I do." He shook his head, crossing his hands. His right thumb caressed the knob of the golden rolex watch on his right wrist, as he often did when he was nervous.

"That's not an uncommon reaction, Mr. Williams. Allow me to demonstrate." She said, laying her tablet on the table beside her. She looked back at him and her body began to shimmer and vibrate until a second copy of herself flashed into existence. This sight was more than enough to shake Cas out of his dazed state.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and out of pure instinct her jumped out of his chair, backpedaling into the aisle behind him. Between heaving breaths, Cas said, "Okay, what kind of LSD's did you inject me with?!" That was the only explanation his brain could give him. Cassius was no stranger to drugs, being a bit of a partier, but he'd never taken anything that caused him to see crazy hallucinations.

"Only a sleeping agent, Cassius. Your mind is working at near full level, despite your mild sedation." She said, then began to detail the rest of why this illness was truly going to give him powers. She then showed him a display of all the facilities and directed him to go through the back door and join the other patients. "I'll see you again soon, Cas." She said, then left through the same door she'd entered.

"Hey! Come back! I don't have super powers!" He shouted, but the door shut with no more word from anyone. Cassius sighed and shook his head, turning to look at the door at the back of the facility, which slid open almost as if it knew he was looking at it. He walked to the back of the room and through the door, stepping into a white hallway that reminded him of a hospital (naturally). He walked past a series of closed doors, calling out for someone to answer.

When no one answered he turned down another hallway, also receiving no contact with intelligent life. He reached a third hallway, the doors labeled with what looked like room numbers, and at the end of it was an open doorway. Inside the doors looked to be a cafeteria of some sort, and he could see people within. He jogged to the doorway and came to a halt as he stepped inside. "Hey!" He shouted as he entered the room. "Does anyone know what's going on?! I think I was drugged, 'cause I swear to God I just saw some lady in a lab coat clone herself!"

House of Powers (reboot)

Cassius "Cas" Williams

Name: Cassius "Cas" Williams (Pronounced - Ka-see-us)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Cas stands at 6'1 and weighs about 190 pounds. He is muscular, but not bulky. Cas' body is that of an athletes. He is admittedly an attractive person and is definitely liked for his appearance. He is a favorite by many fans of his Football Club because he is the club's "Pretty Boy." He hair is long but usually in a messy fashion, long on top, buzzed on the sides. He has pale skin that is accented by vibrant blue eyes.

History:
Cassius was born to a low class family in southern Texas. Most of his area was hispanic and latino, so he grew up with a nontypical American culture. As most of his area was devoted to soccer (football), Cas also took a great liking to the sport. He found that he was naturally athletic and also possessed a great natural talent for the game. His potential drove him to train hard and constantly work to improve his game. In high school, he became the town hero for leading the school's team to win their conference championship. Thanks to this success, he was offered a spot at a club in Spain, right out of high school.

After playing for the Spanish club for three years, he was drafted to play with the Chicago Fire, an American MLS Club. Joining a profesional club gave Cas the opportunity to play for a six figure salary. With jut his mom to take care of, he made sure that she never wanted for anything. Even though he wasn't the star of the Chicago Fire, he was the secondary Right Forward, which allowed him plenty of playing time. His good looks also made him a fan favorite, but not all of the attention was positive. Many people thought he was an arrogant rich boy.

As his wealth slowly increased over the next three years, he gradually began to adapt to the negative things people said about him. He drove a fast car, bought expensive clothes, partied all the time, and did whatever (or whoever) he wanted. He slowly, but surely began to loose sight of his roots, much to his mother's behest. Even though he had changed, he still did everything to take of his mother.

During a week of intense training, Cassius noticed that he felt a little bit off, and he eventually developed some mild symptoms of what he assumed was a minor case of the flu. He brushed the signs off, and kept on as normal. A week later, when the symptoms kept persisting, he ignored them and decided to play in the match that day. In the 85th minute of the match, the score tied 1-1, Cas collapsed and passed out on the middle of the pitch. He was taken to the hospital for checks and tests, and they decided that he had severe symptoms of what was similar to the flu. Desperate to get back to playing as soon as possible, Cas reluctantly took the offer from the men in suits that offered him unconventional treatment.

Power:
Heightened Senses - Cassius' abilities ramp his senses up to an incredible sensitivity. His hearing is as good as a bat's, his smell as good as a bloodhound, and his sight as good as an eagle. His heightened senses also give him rapid reaction time to events around him. However, due to the power of his senses, he is very vulnerable to sensory overload.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer - Mountains

@Solace@Ambra@Aquanthe@FrostedCaramel@LordVoldemort

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Six months of training had done a significant amount of good for Connor. He had tried his best to work his hardest every single day so that he never fell behind the others. He hadn't come without his problems, though. He was a lazy person unless he had motivation. Thankfully, Olivia committed to waking him up to make sure he arrived to breakfast or training on time. She'd actually been a great help to him, not only in waking him up. She'd successfully calmed him down several times when he'd nearly lost control of his admittedly short fuse during tense situations with Schulz and other cadets. In no way was he cured of his short temper, but with Olivia's help he'd learned to somewhat manage situations better.

Aside from new friends, Connor had undergone plenty of physical growth. Aside from growing what he would swear was a full inch, he'd gained significant muscle on his body. What little fat he'd carried on his body when he'd arrived at training had slowly given way to tight, lean definition in his muscles. He'd had a tiny bit of slack in his uniform but now his arms filled his sleeves all the way and his broad shoulders allowed him to carry himself with both physical and mental confidence. Despite all the training, he still felt like he was going to die in that very moment.

Connor trudged through the snow, not bothering to keep his hands in his pockets. He couldn't feel them, anyway. He followed behind Gabriel's trail, the larger boy give a good breadth for the other cadets to be able to follow. Connor didn't have trouble keeping up with anyone, after all, stamina and speed were his highest qualities. What he did have trouble with, however, was the horrible chill of the wind and the snow. He wasn't a fan of the cold; not one bit.

He fixed his scarf to rest over his nose and mouth in a hopeless effort to block his face from going numb as well. He kept his face at a slight angle to use his hood as cover from the icy winds while still being able to see. He hiked his pack to a better resting place on his back and picked up his past, passing the other to catch up with Gabriel.

He passed Emil, but quickly leaned over and said, "Great day for a jog, huh?" His mind briefly travelled back to the first day of training when the smaller boy had said the same thing to him on their fifteen mile run. He caught up to Gabriel and evened his pace with the taller boy, attempting to create a wider path to make it easier for the others to follow behind them. "Don't worry about me, man. I'm right here with you."

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer

Interacting:@LetMeDoStuff

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Connor sat in the mess hall, his attitude completely opposite of everyone else. Sure the soup wasn't the best, but he'd definitely had worse. Besides, after running as much as he had in the last couple hours, he would eat dirt if he had to. That, added to his fear of Lauren force feeding them all made him okay with eating whatever was truly in his soup. He downed another full bowl, just to ease his hunger, and then washed it down with water. He laid his spoon on the rim of his bowl and stared down at the wooden bowl, deciding if he wanted to get more or not. He decided to not eat anymore and rather pushed his bowl away from him.

"Oh, yeah, just-" He let out a light belch. "Just for the record, I didn't barge into the girl's cabin, I was dying and was dragged there." He said, partly to Sano and partly to the girls at the table.

As the conversations continued on, the young man noticed Grant standing in the doorway, and something about him seemed off. To be fair, Connor didn't know him hardly at all, but he could tell that the boy's mind was somewhere else. He quietly dismissed himself from the group and made his way over to where Grant had stood himself for the moment. He leaned back against the wall and looked over at the cadet. "You alright, man?

"Name's Connor, by the way. Grant, right?" He shifted to make himself more comfortable. "You wanna... join the table? You're welcome to sit with everyone else, we'd love to have you."

When the conversation dropped to Sano's remarks to Lauren, Connor watched careful as the young man stormed out in frustration. Connor pushed off the wall and followed after Sano. When he reached the cabins, he found the cadet inside. "Hey, Sano. He said as he sat in the bed across from him. "My- uh... My family was killed in the titan attacks. If your experience was anything like mine, then I'm really sorry. A lot of us lost people to the titans a few years ago, so I don't think they meant any harm. I appreciate how hard you're working, and following orders - I really admire it." He let silence fall over the cabin again, allowing Sano to decide whether or not he would respond.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer

Interacting:@Jinxer@HecateProxy@Wolverbells@FrostedCaramel

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As Connor's breathing began to relax, he laid on the bed and stared up at the ceilings. He could still feel the constant pump of adrenaline and blood in his legs. When the taller girl placed the waterskin beside him, he immediately grabbed it and began chugging, feeling the wonderful relief of the water running down his dry throat. When the girl snatched the bottle out of his hands and scolded him for drinking to much at one time, he laid his head back and just rest.

The girl introduced herself as Lauren, aka the Cadet Medic. He chuckled a bit, then looked over at her. "Name's Connor." As his breathing finally came to a steady pace, he slowly sat up. "Do yourself a favor - don't sprint a half-marathon."

When the short guy he'd passed on the run stepped into the cabin, asking for water, Connor stood and painfully walked over to him, trying to slowly walk off the pain so that he didn't go stagnant and allow his muscles to cramp together. He handed him the waterskin after another swig and returned to sit on the edge of the bed he'd been brought to."Y'know... You're- You're a fast little guy, that's for sure, man. And you're smart for pacing yourself. I tried to sprint the whole thing." He shed his brown leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, revealing the large sweat stain on his back. "I thought I could catch you, but I was pleasantly surprised. But hey, I was only about ten to fifteen minutes behind you."

"Anyways, thanks for the help, ladies. I would've gladly laid in the dirt for the whole night if I'd had to."

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Connor Bayer

Interacting: Anyone

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Connor's feet carried him with a speed that would impress anyone that watched. The heat of the setting sun made the extensive effort even worse. His heart was pounding and his lungs were gasping for air by the time he was close to the forest. He had no idea how long the run was, but it wasn't a reasonable distance to make anyone run in under twenty minutes. Regardless, he carried himself with controlled breaths, though while still feeling like he was suffocating. As he passed the short guy that Schulz had sent before him, the kid looked at him and said something, but with the winding whipping against his ears, he couldn't make out the boy's words. He didn't return his gaze, but instead kept running. About ten minutes later, he hit the forest, slamming his right foot in front of himself and sliding across the dirt ground. He touched his palm a tree at the front of the forest, then darted quickly back in the direction of the training grounds.

The 104th Cadet Corps were all like ants from where he was, and he couldn't hope to make them out. Added to the distance, the falling sun was blazing in his eyes, obstructing him from getting a clear view of the training grounds. He just kept on pushing, hoping he was still running in the right direction. By the time the buildings and cadets were visible, Connor could swear his legs were going to snap from the exhausting effort. He completed the half-marathon just as the sun began to fall behind the buildings. At the pace he had been traveling, he guessed that he'd finished about fifteen minutes behind the other cadet that he'd passed. He reached the middle of the training grounds, still full speed, and attempted to slow himself to a breathable pace.

As he passed the cafeteria, his step faltered and he tumbled to the ground, the momentum of his sprint sending sliding across the dirt on his back. When the young man slid to a halt in the dirt, he simply laid back and stared up at the red sky. His breaths heaved as he held the world on his shoulders and sweat had completely drenched his shirt. His hair was completely matted to his head with sweat, beads of which slid down his forehead. He breathed in and exhaled an agonized groan that was surely loud enough for all the cadets to hear throughout the training grounds.

He sprawled his arms out to open up his chest to allow himself to breath as he waited for the adrenaline to drain from his legs and return his body to its normal state.