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World of Light

Sakura Level 8: 6/80
Karin Level 2: 14/20
Location: Deep Blue Seaside
Word Count: 871
Points Gained: 2 (+8)
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 8: 15/80 Pending

Karin Level 3: 3/30

DOUBLE PENDING (Writer=lazy)

Sakura walked happily along, but as the giant bazaar came into view it became more of a skip. Karin strode confidently, assured in the knowledge that her summer estate would be taken care of while she was away dealing with this…Galeem issue. Karin stared at the back of Sakura’s head, wondering what exactly she saw out there. Karin wasn’t exactly protective of Sakura, but know that she had gone through trials and tribulations without Karin at her side made Karin feel…uneasy. Sakura hadn’t seemed to have changed much on the surface. It wouldn’t be the first time Sakura had flung herself into a preposterously dangerous situation just because she had the capacity to help. One time she ended up working with Interpol. Karin had guessed that she mostly worms her way into these catastrophes by following that favorite world warrior of hers, Ryu. She tags along regardless of what her elders think and since Ryu is always going around saving the world, usually she ends up right behind him. She needs one of those peasant jobs to keep her occupied.

”Karin, look! It’s huge!” Sakura turned around and pointed it out to Karin, as if she somehow missed it.

”Quite.” Karin said, not particularly impressed by large pieces of property.

”Are you thinking of buying anything?” Sakura asked. ”I’m getting a bicycle. It’ll be practical and fun at the same time! You should get a bicycle, too!”

”Perhaps we should purchase a tandem bicycle. Scoot around together, proclaiming our friendship.” Karin said dryly.

Sakura grimaced, unsure. ”Oh, uh, hmm…” She shrugged. ”It’s kind of hard to do tricks on a tandem bicycle. Sorry. I really want a one seated one. And I know you were being sarcastic or whatever but also, I really want to do tricks. Plus we might end up getting attacked and- no, no, it wouldn’t work. A tandem bicycle is a terrible idea.”

Karin blinked, eyebrows low. ”Well. Touché. I suppose.”

As they wandered from stall to stall, Sakura peered around, clearly looking for a place that would contain her favorite mode of transportation. Karin brushed a coiled strand of ringlets back over her shoulder and cleared her throat. ”So… you’ve been attacked? By what? Assassins?”

Sakura made a dismissive ‘as if’ noise. ”Man, I wish.” She started counting her fingers. ”Recently we fought a giant scary man baby that was flinging around what looked like its own frickin’ placenta. But before that there were zombie fishmen. And I think I told you about the giant scary boat that I’m gonna have nightmares about. And before that there was a few giant sea monsters, and then the Abyssals, but you already know about that.” Sakura shrugged. ”It’s been crazy. Craziest couple days of my life. Even crazier than my first couple of adventures!”

Karin was honestly still reeling from the most recent enemy. ”...My word.”

”Are you… alright? Mentally?” Karin asked quietly.

”Umm…I think so.” Sakura answered back honestly. ”The others had my back. Like Mister Geralt. I almost lost it a couple times, but, I mean, geez, who wouldn’t? In the end, justice prevailed! Like it always does.”

”Look, can we talk about this later? I really wanna buy a bicycle. With all this crazy stuff it might even be a magic bicycle.” Sakura jogged ahead a little bit.

”I recognize these guys!” She pointed at the Merchants. ”I met one and his robot friend a few days ago! They’re so cute. Speaking of cute!”

She passed by Rika and Kamek. ”I like your dress, Rika-chan!” She called out. She was glad Rika was picking out her own clothes! That’s a privilege Sakura has taken for granted.

”The hobby shop! They’ll have a bike there.” Sakura ran on over. Karin waved her off and began wandering about on her own. Nothing particularly interested her that much. She had everything she could want. If they were going to need supplies later, she would buy them at an outpost that was closer to their destination. She didn’t imagine they were just going to blast off into the wilderness with no civilization around. If they were, then she’d come back and buy something for it after all.

Meanwhile, Sakura did a dry spit take. ”Seventeen hundred and 50 coins!?” She whined. She held open the top of her coin purse. ”But I’ve only got 2100!” But the Nopon was resolute, and as evidence by what she just said aloud, she was probably lucky the price didn’t get raised. Being no master merchant or bargainer by any means, she took what she could get. She ended up buying a mountain bike called ‘The Scorcher.’ She had managed to get one in hot pink. As soon as she got her gloved hands on the handle bars, she felt proud of her purchase.

Immediately she went to show it off to the others, tracking down Geralt, Bowser, and Ace Cadet, Peach, just about anyone. One at a time if she had too. She navigated the busy bazaar quite easily, moving slowly, her legs cycling the pedals with a well practiced motion.

”Heeey. Look what I got, everyone! Pretty cool, right? This baby can go off road!” She said, circling as she spoke.

Star Wars: Aeons

im not even gonna sit here and act like im not gonna throw a wacky quirky zany droid your way

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

The sun was shining in Gotham. There were old scars on the woman’s face and on her hands. They disappeared up the sleeve of her jacket and down the neck of her shirt, and cut through her black eyebrow. Cassandra always stood out from the crowd one way or the other. Anyone who saw her passing by would naturally wonder why. A question that was usually on her mind, as well. It looked like this was the place. A nice house, only a few streets away from the coast. Though from what had been said about her, the large windows and friendly welcome mat belied a veritable fortress.

Doctor Leslie Thompkins was a very busy woman. She had a lot of people to help. Cassandra felt guilty for taking up her time- there were people that needed Doctor Thompkin’s help much more than her. Deserved it more. Cassandra was kindly informed that this kind of self-talk was exactly the reason she should be contributing a single measly hour a week to visiting her. And she was one of the only Doctor’s in Gotham, the world, even, that could be trusted with the knowledge Cassandra was about to impart upon her. Because, apparently, this was a tell-all situation. Cassandra did not have very much experience with telling, let alone tell-alling.

Regardless, she knocked on the door, feeling her heart rate tick up. She had faced death as much as any superhero, and like many of them, she knew that social interactions were always the scariest part. That was just the truth. Anyone that said otherwise was either a liar or in the wrong profession.

The kindly older woman opened the door and smiled warmly at Cassandra. From what Bruce had told her of Leslie, she used to be a mortician. But that was some time ago, and apparently somewhere along the way she had taken a little more interest in seeing people alive rather than dead. But only a little. What type of person went to school for fun? A dangerous person, definitely.

“Cassandra.” She said. “It’s good to see you. I’m glad you could make it.”

Uh huh. Okay, killer. Cassandra could see the resolve and strength of this woman behind her eyes. Battle hardened steel, the type of revealed strength only found when one dedicates herself to fighting humanity’s hardest battles. A trial by fire, entered voluntarily. somewhere Immediately, Cassandra felt small and stupid in comparison. Swords are lame after all, actually.

“Um. I’m here for the therapy thing.” Cass said, struggling to make eye contact. They say eyes are the window to the soul. For Cassandra they were more like an open door to the soul. Or simply a hole that was easy to fall into. The depths were often dizzying.

Cassandra wasn’t the only person who could read people.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Doctor Thompkins said. “I spent a few years in my off time learning how to do the therapy thing.”

Cassandra’s eyebrows quirked upward.

“Sorry, my Doctorate isn’t in therapy.” She grinned. “But beggars can’t be choosers, right?” Her teeth were shiny. Intrusively, she knew how and saw what would happen if she broke them. Cassandra blinked hard, pinching her nose.

“I’m sorry. I do not mean to judge. I’m just…” She trailed off.

“Don’t apologize. There’s no being sorry in this house. Come on in, I’ll make you some tea.”

Cassandra was silent as she was welcomed into Thompkin’s home. The tea was warm in her hands. It tasted great. Was the secret ingredient love? That kind of brotherly, sisterly love for all mankind? Probably. Cassandra wouldn’t doubt it. So here she was. In the therapy room. Like she had seen in the movies. A wise person sitting behind a desk, and a silly person about to pour their damn heart out.

Uuugh. Ugh! Maybe she’d get lucky and someone would try to assassinate Thompkins. Then after saving the Doctor’s life, Cassandra could say ‘see everything worked out in the end, I have superpowers! Okay, goodbye!’

But no dice. It didn’t happen. So Cassandra just sat there, staring at her murky brown reflection in the tea. Doctor Thompkins waited patiently. The room was quiet. Safe. Cassandra knew more than anyone what a safe place looked and felt like. Doctor Thompkins had just gone over in detail what to expect from the session, recapping how long it would be and how little pressure their was. This was Cassandra’s time. And of course Cassandra believed her, the Doctor was about as earnest and honest as a person could get. Didn’t make it any easier, though. One would think that people able to tell exactly how people were feeling and potentially even what they were thinking about would make talking easier.

“Have you ever visited a psychologist before, Cassandra?”

Cassandra shook her head. As soon as she did, she knew Doctor Thompkins was looking for something more than a nonverbal response.

“Your guardian told me about your abilities. You can read my body language, right?”

Cassandra nodded, shrugged. Kind of. It’s more than that.

“How do you feel about that ability of yours?”

A question she couldn’t shake or nod her head at. She supposed that she could just sit here and shrug the entire time if she wanted to be stubborn and petulant. And it was a good question. A very hard question to answer. Cassandra opened her mouth and expected words to come out, but nothing did.

“...I…” Cassandra said, false starting. “I feel…good about them. But also, bad.” She said, and then face palmed.

“It’s all right. There’s no wrong answers, no stupid answers, here.” Thompkins said, and she believed what she said. “Do you think you can elaborate on your feelings?”

“It is…hard.” Cassandra said. “Because my powers come from a bad place. The place where I came from.”

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Snow-capped peaks, blood stained compounds. Far, far away from Gotham. Here was where shadows lurked, the darkest place in the world. Umbral tendrils slithered out from this cave and others like it, seeking out spots of light to snuff out.

The place where I was grown, where I was built, and allegedly, where I was born.

We figured out later I was with the League of Shadows. But at the time, it was just my home.

Within the dark recesses of this place, David Cain was constructing his magnum opus. The perfect weapon.

I wasn’t an assassin like the others. I wasn’t supposed to think. I was to be brought along. And at the right moment, one of my superiors would point me in the direction of our enemies. At least, that’s how it started. But that’s for later, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

I was a curious little kid. They tried to keep two steps ahead of me but, nobody’s perfect. Every once in a while I would slip away. The rule was ‘no talking’. Nobody talk around Cassandra.

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Cassandra had paused, feeling the Doctor’s question. She knew the Doctor was keen on simply letting her client speak, too, but… a few seconds of eye contact and Thompkin’s got the message.

“No talking?” Leslie Thompkins uncrossed her leg and leaned forward, holding her notebook. “Can you explain what you mean by that?”

“No talking.” Cassandra repeated. “Nobody talked around me, or to me. I never talked. I did not learn a language like you.”

“...I see. That must have been very difficult for you. You’ve come a long way, then.”
“Yes. I had help.” Cassandra smiles fondly.

“Please, continue.”

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But I could eavesdrop. Overhear them. I didn’t know what they were saying, but I knew they were speaking. There was no love in that place. They were not supposed to care for each other. But every once in a while, some of them did.

The assassins spoke quietly in the corridor, clad in form fitting black clothing, faces concealed even within the parameters of their own base. Peering at them from gaps in the wood, her eyes were reflective like an animal in the underbrush. Fear gripped the hardened killer’s heart as they caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye. Turning to look, she was gone. Anger would come next, or perhaps doubt. Either way, resentment was growing. It was hard not to feel like one was always being watched. There was a ghost in this building. Rumors spread amongst the ranks of assassins. They had work to do. They couldn’t be distracted by this…mutated child David Cain was creating.

I liked listening to them talk. But soon even when they were sure I wasn’t around, they spoke barely above a whisper. I couldn’t hear the nonsense babble anymore. Sometimes it still all feels like nonsense babble. I don’t think in words. Whatever I say, it always sounds better in my head. But when I try to say it to you, or anyone, it…it…

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“It…it gets more bad.” Cassandra said, and then set out to correct herself. “Badder. No- worse. It gets worse when I say it. When it is in my head, it is easy. Sorry.”

“That’s quite alright. I can understand you fine. Remember what I said about apologizing?”

“Yes, I do. Sorry.”

A skeptical look from Doctor Thompkins. Cassandra smiled. “That was a joke.” She clarified.

She took another sip of her tea and then glanced around. “How long do we have left?”

“Well, that was about…two minutes. So forty-eight minutes.” Doctor Thompkins said.

“Forty-eight-” Cassandra began, then shut her mouth. This was…going to be a long session.

World of Light

Level 6: 44/60
Word Count: 488
Location: Sandswept Sky
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 6: 45/60

Jesse slightly creeping Therion out, getting chased by monsters, magic badges and teleporting onto an air ship, yadda yadda yadda you know the drill, just another day in the World of Light. Jesse was no fragile sunflower, but she was no tank either. Her durability was more geared towards keeping herself safe rather than taking damage in the place of others. Still, a telekinetic shield did come a little in handy against the latest batch of creeps trying to have the Seekers for lunch.

Soon they were way above the air in an airship, and there was a happy reunion with some big guy Jesse didn’t recognize. Though she was happy to know that the agents behind the liberation of the multiverse wasn’t solely comprised of what was essentially a bunch of hobos. Not that there was anything wrong with being a hobo- Jesse was a hobo! Migrant worker, rather.

Well, avoiding offending the people listening to her thoughts aside, Jesse spent most of the time on the airship awake. Sleep didn’t really come to her very easily.

Once they touched down, the situation was explained to them. The Bazaar was nice, but Jesse was really interested in their final destination. Gerudo town. Apparently, the place was women only. Like, big time. Which, having spent a lot of time on her own, Jesse totally got it.

But moreover, of course Jesse was interested in the new thing. The new place, the mysterious place. Oooh, what mysteries could be inside? Were all the women going to be astoundingly beautiful? Probably. All women only places are full of beautiful women in fiction. And if this place really is influenced by some kind of synchronized consciousness of fiction, or vice versa, than chances were that was how Gerudo would be.

Unless, like…a cave full of all of but three witches counts. Which, it probably does.

Jesse thought Asbestos was funny. Her name was funny. She was spunky and streetwise. Jesse wasn’t going to say anything about that though because she didn’t want to come off as a total stiff. Better keep quiet than remove all doubt, right?

Oh, God. What was that? Who thinks shit like that? Am I lame? Have I been spending too much time with Langston?

The extraplanar entity residing within her soul had no guidance for her in these troubling times. Shaking these thoughts from her mind, Jesse quietly continued onward. At this point she realized she hadn’t said anything since they got onto the airship. It would feel wrong if the entire group that went to Gerudo town was nothing but awkward silence, right? That’s like…minus points for feminism.

“So…this oughta be something. Huh. Are we thinking like a secret oasis or what? I guess it could just be a hole in the ground but that would be a bit anticlimactic. There’s been build up. It has to be cool, now, otherwise I’m gonna be disappointed.”

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

And by last week I meant this week. this one is the one. i just gotta stop staying up until 2:30 AM.

World of Light

Sakura Level 8: 5/80
Karin Level 2: 13/20
Location: Kanzuki Beach
Word Count: 477
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 8: 6/80 Pending

Karin Level 2: 14/20

Pending (Writer=lazy)

Sakura bowed at Nadia, smiling broadly. She was happy to have won and gotten her friend back. It felt like...trying up loose ends.

Sakura just half-lidded her eyes at Bowser, unimpressed. "Yeah, maybe you're right, Mister King Bowser." She said, puffing out her cheeks. She gave Geralt a sidelong smirk. Rich people! Maybe the fact that King Bowser, the king of all villains, could relate to Karin Kanzuki, one of Sakura's best friends, was a bad sign.

But Karin wasn't a villain! She was just misunderstood. When it came down too it she always fought on the side of justice. Besides, Karin was at her worst when she was like, 15 years old, essentially a child! So it didn't count. Now she was just...rough around the edges.

Karin Kanzuki returned a short while later in her red buttoned top and skirt, white ruffles adorning the end of her sleeves. During that time Sakura had switched...back into her school girl uniform, without enough time to make any of her fashion decisions.

Ishizaki-san informed Karin of where the others had went.

"They left without me?" Karin asked.

"Um, yeah, but they aren't too far ahead, we can catch up." Sakura said. She had waited, and Ishizaki-san and her had chatted about sports in the meantime. "We should hurry up. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." She had missed Karin's luncheaon, after all.

"Ugh." Karin said. "How crude. I still need to teach you some manners. Where are they going, anyway?"

"A place called the Rum for Ale." Ishizaki answers.

"The Rum for-?" Karin sneers at the name.

"What? What is it?" Sakura asks, a laugh in her voice.

"What is that some kind of...dive bar? Any place with a pun in it's name is full of unremarkable commoners. Especially if said pun is related to the consumption of some crude alcoholic beverage."

"Oh, shut up. Let's just go." She takes Karin by the hand and runs off, Karin having no choice but to follow behind.

The place wasn't as bad as Karin thought. Infact, it was well designed with a unique novelty. Though she was very dubious that they would let the customers work as wait staff. Incredulous, even. Regardless, she sat down next to Sakura and flattened a napkin over her lap. Her own napkin, with the monogram 'K K' on it.

"Wow, this place is cool. Reminds me of a place I'd see on Earth!"

"Indeed." Karin said, knitting her eyebrows together. She was still getting used to the fact that she was now on an alien planet of some kind. Or another dimension. And the truly disturbing amount of people with red eyes. It was everyone.

"...I'm of the mind to defeat every single person in Limsa in combat." She muttered to herself.

World of Light

Sakura Level 8: 5/80
Karin Level 2: 11/20
Location: Kanzuki Beach
Word Count: 931
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Sakura Level 8: 5 (-2)/80 Pending

Karin Level 2: 13/20

Pending (Writer=lazy)

Karin blinked at the giant turtle man and weird man and all the weird people on her private beach. And she thought how odd indeed it was that her friend Sakura had previously been seen with cat ears. And Bowser explained their mission in succint and clear detail. Geralt directed her attention to the giant glowing ball on the horizon that was actually NOT the sun but rather something called Galeem.

And Karin sat there with her best friend's arms around her, blinking. "Why. Yes. I imagine that is all a bit strange, now that you point it out." Sakura pushed back, eyes still wet with relief.

"Yeah, huh? It's really weird! And horrible! It's like Mister King Bowser said. This whole time- and the friend heart that I cheated with was just me trying to save you from the evil mind control. And then we had to go off and-"

"You mean to tell me my very free will was at stake and you lost?!" Karin said, indigant. "And then you buzzed off to the other side of the ocean instead of trying again! I killed someone in the interim time, you know! And I found that very strange since our goal was to take him alive!"

Sakura startled back, covering her mouth. "Oh, my gosh. Miss Karin, I'm so sorry-"

"Oh, it's fine. He definitely had it coming, I suppose. The serial killer type. But still, it was rather uncouth and out of character for myself." She went to adjust the ruffles of her sleeve only for her to realise she was still in a bikini.

"...I do look fantastic but it's hardly battle appropriate attire."

"So you're coming with us!"

"Of course I'm coming with you, Miss Sakura. You all probably had a miserable time without me. Especially you. All by your little lonesome."

Sakura tilted her head to the side. "Well, you're not wrong. It was the worst day of my life, pretty much. I also had to kind of kill some kind of people." She says, concern and regret flashing across her features.

"I don't doubt it. But yes, this Galeem-" Karin shot up to her feet. "My estate! In Tokyo! Where is it?"

Sakura fell onto her butt. "Umm...I don't- I don't know? It could be anywhere. Or it might not even exist."

"So either it's been stolen or- or it's been left somewhere abandoned and-" She gasps, setting a hand on her chest. "And a bunch of commoners and vagrants and layabouts are helping themselves to-" She clenches her fists. "It's unconscionable!"

"...Is that somehow worse than it not existing at all?" Sakura said. "I mean maybe it's like, they have a roof over their head now, right? At least?

"Yes, it's-!" Karin started. Grumpy, she sighed, brushing a golden coil of hair over her shoulder. "I suppose you're right. But, but what about my private army of ninjas!"

Sakura shook her head.

"My personal orbital strike cannon, the Red Spider-Lily?" Karin said pleadingly.

Sakura shook her head again. Secretly, she was kind of glad Karin Kanzuki no longer had the option to nuke people from orbit with a giant laser. "Sorry, Miss Karin. Some people still don't even know where their loved ones are-"

"And my vast collection of antique cars!" Karin pouted. "No. No, this cannot stand. Nobody gets away with unepending the Kanzuki name. ISHIZAKI-SAN!" She shouted, with a voice so clear and loud, Sakura once again startled.

"Yes, Karin-san!" Ishizaki saluted, looking mildly concerned and confused. The other staff on the beach did as well.

"Knock yourself out at once!"

"Well, all right." He said with a shrug, and then clocked himself on the jaw. Sakura looked vaguely horrified.

"All right, Sakura." She gestured at her butler/ life-long mentor. "Do that thing you did on me."

"Miss Karin! You can't just- I can't believe he actually- it's not free, y'know!"

"Oh but you have so much love to give and you have such a pure heart now shut up, do it, I don't know how."

Grumbling, Sakura did so. Ishizaki kip-upped to his feet. "Ooooh! Wow! Yeah, okay, I get it now! That's crazy!" He glanced over the beach, scratching his head at Galeem in the distance. "That is somethin' else!"

"Well, welcome to the club." The street fighter said, clearing her throat and rising to her feet as well.

"I'm off to get changed. Sakura, you can stay in that droll one piece if you want." She hesitated, looking at the festivites on the beach. "You're all free to enjoy yourselves, naturally. For the rest of the day. But I have matters to attend too now and I could hardly do them without shoes on. Be well, all of you! I shall return shortly." And with that she strutted away. Ishizaki-san followed.

"...She is such a weirdo." Sakura concluded, brushing a strand of brown hair out of her face. "She's gotten better but she is seriously a weirdo. I think all rich people are weirdos. I've only met a few but they're all kind of weird."

Sakura spotted Nadia and waved. Looked at all her friends. Then she kinda turned in a circle, wiping her eyes free of tears. She wasn't sure where to go, now! Maybe she'd just wait for a commotion to happen. Slapping her sides with her limp hands, she sighed with relief and contentment.

World of Light

Level 6: 43/60
Word Count: short one
Location: Sandswept Sky
Points Gained: 1
NEW EXP balance--- Level 6: 44/60

Jesse paused, hearing people talk about her. Pausing and spinning on her heel. she headed back towards the group as they discussed summoning a form of transportation. "Great. No, that's perfect. I wasn't really looking forward to another walk."

Polaris twinkled.

That would be like, what? An hour? A day? A week? I kind of lost track of how far that train went.

They even had shade. In short, Jesse thought things were pretty comfortable. She took the time to take off her shoes and smack the soles, shaking the sand out of them. Then out of her hair. While she relaxed her hard-worked body she casually eavesdropped on the conversations of others.

Not really eavesdropping though, is it? It’s like a group conversation kind of deal… not that I’m any stranger to eavesdropping.

But what got Jesse’s attention was once again the mention of America. Considering she was literally in another dimension, it sure did come up a lot. Though perhaps that might have something to do with the weird culture-conscious nature of this universe, or how ideas could bleed through different realities. These were ideas Jesse had a decent degree of understanding of giving her line of work.

Although, it didn’t sound like things were particularly swell in Raiden’s America. And Midna’s question caused Jesse to stifle a laugh. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make light. It’s just that in my home world I work for the American government. I don’t intend on subverting anyone’s free will though.”

Jesse hesitated, thinking about her literal mind control power that she has. “Actually, wait. Uh, hm. Well- okay. I did do it a few times but it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. They were basically already dead. It was- it was a whole thing.” She waves away the thought dismissively.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

ooooke doke, this week's the week. gonna dive on in

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

B A T G I R L

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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This is where you outline your vision for the character including any notable changes or differences from the regularly accepted canon. This should be a short summary that provides insight into where the character is in terms of their overall progress and development.

Cassandra Cain cares! That’s the best part about her. She’s going to be a bit older before she breaks free of her father’s control, at 17 instead of 8. And I was thinking that she would actually do it during this RP. So at the very beginning at least, this will be pre-hero Cassandra who is sent to Gotham by the League of Assassins for her first kill. She’ll do it, and come to realize that she’ll never be able to do it again and flee.

Her development mentally and vocabulary wise is going to be forever stunted by her upbringing and training. She’s going to be mute for the foreseeable future of this RP until there is a timeskip, and she won’t be able to read or understand the vast majority of spoken words at the beginning. And her fighting is going to be limited and unimaginative, a highly trained assassin doesn’t make her a good superhero.

However her martial skill and her body reading is going to be geared strongly to the high end of her feats and into the supernatural, soul reading, calculus-of-the-universe level skill. One Who Is All, that’s what they call her, the best martial artist in the world.

So throughout the course of this RP she will go from the world’s best/worst assassin, to vigilante, and then Batgirl, once she sees the symbol of the hero of Gotham and seeing how people react to it. How it gives good people hope, she’ll want to adopt the symbol herself.

And Gotham is a weird place, full of weird people, so the places of Gotham that Cassandra is going to go too will be weird and lively and surreal, because that’s my favorite interpretation of Gotham.

Cassandra’s first mentor/ Asian Grandma will be Jackie Fujikawa from Shadow of the Batgirl.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go?

Cassandra Cain is my favorite member of the bat family tied with Batman himself. She’s a true believer, and I love how focused she is about redemption. And since this RP is freed from the necessary status-quo of comic books, Gotham can actually, y’know, get better! And Batman will be proven right, and the Joker won’t escape 20 million times and kill 2.5 thousand people every issue.

Cassandra Cain believes redemption is possible because if it isn’t, she’ll always be the weapon her father was going to use to take control of the world from the shadows. But she’s not all about the bad guys, she’s about saving the good guys, too. She’s going to try and build something special and fight crime and corruption at the source, not just the symptom. Some people need to get their heads knocked together for sure, but ultimately violence breeds violence, even the non-lethal kind. There’s gotta be love and humanity there, too. But of course, Cassandra, though she does have a good heart, has been separated from those two things for almost her entire life. David Cain, her father, will be present in the RP and I’m also going to go into their relationship in some arcs, and have stuff done with the League of Shadows.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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I’m not exactly sure who Cassandra is going to kill yet. I could just make up a new character that only is for Cassandra like in the comics, but it could be someone else too if any of the other writers are up for that. To get her more involved in a plot line. I really do just kinda free style these kinds of things because I like it when other people's stuff throw curveballs at me. But yes she is going to be Batgirl and save the day and be the innocent angel/feral goblin child hybrid she's always meant to be.

In the meantime, I’ll write about some of Cassandra’s misadventures while she worked for the League.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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Cassandra Cain stared at her reflection in the river. She dipped her scarred hand into it and felt the cool spring water wash over her hand, and the air drift over her face. A fish swam in the river. She observed how it saw the world around it, and as it hesitated in the waters, she narrowed her eyes and saw its intentions like one might detect a scent. As it darted carefree through the water, it found her hand waiting for it. Scooping it out of the water, she held it within her hands and considered its green scales and how they shimmered in the morning sun. How it had lived an entire life before this, and how, if she so chose, it could live an entire life more.

In another time, in near darkness, Cassandra wielded her curved blade. Shadowy figures moved from place to place, imperceptible. But Cassandra knew where they all were, and she knew where they were going. She could see their forms, hear their breathing, feel their will. It was as if she was seeing herself through their eyes. How they feared for their lives, how eager they were to prove themselves. Redemption. Redemption was all they sought. For one reason or another they had been sentenced to death, and if they could prove themselves worthy by striking her down, they would be welcomed back into the league of shadows with open arms. They loathed her, they were jealous of her, they thought her a monster and an invalid all at once. But she knew that on the other side of one-way glass watched her father, and he knew that this was no deadly challenge- this was an execution. Nothing more than practice. Cassandra was better than them. She would win. In her mind’s eye she had seen her bloody victory like an artist captures a muse. Now all she had to do was paint her work upon the world with masterful strokes. Masterly, Cassandra, she thought to herself in images and concepts. She saw how proud her father would be of her, of how he carried himself, of how admirable and heroic his strength and skill were. And in that moment, she felt him on the other side of the glass. Watching the encounter through enchanted glass that let him and his investors witness his weapon at work.

“Cassandra Cain is no mere martial artist. She is not a girl with a sword. She is death incarnate.” David said, watching her keenly. “She is far, far beyond such small ideas as ‘weight class’ and ‘reach.’” The other investors watched closely.

“Her first language is violence. She knows no words other than her own name and select key words an assassin could use to direct and command her.”

“She has no wants or desires except to make me proud.”

A little girl with her hairs tied up in pigtails carefully rose from her straw mat bed. Scaling the walls like a spider she went to her secret spot in the ceiling that she had poked, one night at a time, with her finger. Pressing her eye against the hole in the ceiling she saw the sea of stars above and wondered what was out there.

“No ambitions. No dreams beyond those of death.”

A young teenager took a stick to the gravel and sand and with a few quick strokes, created an image of a face. A girl with pig tails. Glancing over her shoulder, she hunched over her secret and added a bird. A deer. A fish. The sun. One of her keepers approached and she dashed her work away, concealing it safely within her memory.

“She only knows that she is treated well when she kills. When she does as I say. And thus, when she does as you say.”

A cool night on the shale roof. Her father had discovered her hidey hole and covered it up, beat her for it. And yet here she was, up here, with him, on the roof. And with him he had brought drawings of lines and dots, and when he put them into the sky Cassandra could see the artistry of the stars and the Gods themselves. When she gasped with child-like wonder, she felt strange things pulse through her father’s body. Doubt. A pinch of regret in a sea of dark ambition. Swallowed whole by cold, steely resolve. A rough hand took her by the shoulder and back into the complex below. The girl would never forget that. She never forgot anything.

“She is the perfect weapon, and nothing more.”

A rain of bullets. Her skill is an umbrella. For her father it was like he was shooting at a shadow in the corner of his eye. The gun was kicked out of his hand and a blade was pressed against his throat, and despite himself he smiled as he looked into her eyes. Nothing could be hidden from those two perfect blue spot lights. In that moment he saw her as an heir, a successor, but he had to shove those treacherous thoughts away because no one would accept his grand, monstrous experiment as a leader.

“Watch as she works. Behold her majesty.”

The doomed assassins came at her all at once, but it might as well have been one by one. Their blood was painted upon the dark wood with precise, geometric arcs. A single metallic tone as one of their blades was granted the honor of coming into contact with hers. One by one they fell, but it might as well have been all at once.

“She knows no fear. She knows no love. And she knows no mercy.”

Cassandra considered the fish in her hands and the life it had yet to live. How it wanted to breathe again, and how it didn’t know where its home was anymore. Its simple feelings were written in its eyes plain as day. It didn’t see her, but she saw it and everything its simple soul was made of. As she saw the soul of everyone and everything, and felt the roots of people and knew the hearts of trees. Carefully, gracefully, she submerged the fish in the water and watched it swim away.

Because how could one who knows the souls of others not see the one in herself?

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Silence, for now.