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orphvns · 6 years ago

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SO WE BE GOIN AT THIS WITH CASS. If I had to name 3 favourite comic book character she’d be right there(the other two are Carol Danvers and Daredevil). So normally I’d write the background? But I thought this time I’d get funky and show characters the best way I know how. DnD character bulding

So I should note? For the purpose of this I put Cass as a Ghostwise Halfling

NAME: Cassandra Cain-Wayne NICKNAME(S): Cass, Cassie, Orphan, prev. Black Bat AGE: Twenty-Two! I know, older than Tim and Steph, but I always felt like she’s older than the two of them. BIRTHDATE: April 16th, technically it’s January 26th? But Cass get’s to be an Aries. GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female; she/her/hers FACECLAIM: Lana Condor! HEIGHT: 5′1 CURRENTLY DOING: Searching for redemption, as well as learning English! ALIGNMENT Neutral Good

STR 13 | DEX 16 | CON 15 | INT 8 | WIS 13 | CHA 10

CLASS Rogue | SUBCLASS Assassin | SUBCLASS Criminal | SPECIALITY Hired Killer

SKILLS acrobatics, insight, perception, stealth, survival, deception

PERSONALITY TRAITS

I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me. I don’t pay attention to the risks in a situation. Never tell me the odds.

IDEAL

People. I’m loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I care. (Neutral)

BOND

I’m guilty of a terrible crime. I hope I can redeem myself for it.

FLAW

If there’s a plan, I’ll forget it. If I don’t forget it, I’ll ignore it.

NOW ONTO THE BACKSTORY(after a short eternity. I’m so sorry)

Some of this might sound familiar, mostly because I stole it from the bio for Cass I wrote in another RP. I like it. It works. Sue me for being repetative. But god damn it, it’s one good ass bio. There are time gaps where we can push entire plots in as well, because, i figure, not everything in her life needs to be said.

Cass was born as an experiment to become the perfect bodyguard/killer. However, the League thought that they would use her language areas as fighting memory areas, and didn’t teach her how to read or speak, or understand speech. So Cass? Can read your body language, but not your words.

The first time she killed a dude was when she was 8. After that she tried to run away, and failed. She continued to try and run away and fail until she turned 17. When she was sent to kill Miranda Row. While in Gotham her dad made an attack on Commissioner Gordon’s life, and she saved him. Bab’s seeing this, called up Bruce, who took her in after this, and basically got adopted (she actually get’s adopted later on, whether it be by Bruce or Babs? That’s the question).

Cass was then introduced to the rest of the Batfam! As Cass began to learn English she began to loose her ability to read body language. While Bruce tried to retrain her it didn’t work. So Cass hunted down her mother, who said she would retain Cass, only if they dueled to the death in a year’s time. Cass, being stupid bisexual, with a death wish, agreed. Eventually the match came up and Cass and Shiva fought. Shiva killed Cass, then brought her back to life for a rematch, and then Cass beat her, + let Shiva go.

Around the time she turned 19, the League of Assassin’s(read: her dad) came for her. With a fun brainwashing drug! Cass tried to kill a couple of people, was stopped by her other family member’s, and managed to get David Cain out of jail. She was eventually cured by the fam, but she still continued to work for the League for a bit, before returning back to the batfam. Cass was then adopted by Bruce officially.

Cass, like the other DC people, has found herself in the Marvel universe, she has yet to leave Gotham, in her free time she attempts to read books, and preforms Shakespeare like a boss.

#earth:intro

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orphvns · 6 years ago

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Jean could only take so long at this gala before she vanished into the bathroom. She’d lost her roommate in the crowd, but she was sure he was doing cop stuff. Or Nightwing stuff. Didn’t matter to her, either way she’d be patching him up. But once she was inside the bathroom, a sob escaped her and she slid down the door of her stall, burying her head in her knees. At least her dress was black and it would be hard to see the tear stains. She missed Scott. Months has passed and she was still an utter wreck. He’d want her to move on- she knew that- but how? He’d always been a constant in her life since they were fourteen- and now he was gone. And she was twenty-six years into the future, in a world she didn’t belong in. Living in a city so full of crime she wondered how it even functioned anymore.

After finally getting the tears to stop, she slipped out of the bathroom to find the bar- not caring that there was something strange about the server. “I’ll take a soda. Something tells me I’m going to be the designated driver between me and my roommate.” Or she’d end up needing to call his rich father, Bruce Wayne, to help them. “Cherry coke.” she added, voice cracking as she spoke. She felt someone watching her and clenched and unclenched her fist, making sure no golden Phoenix energy was playing around her fingers. “I must look like a wreck,” she mused, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. “Sorry- its… been a long year.”

Cassandra was never fond of these events. She wasn’t fond of the weird people with their fancy clothes and judgemental eyes, or the way they seemed to walk with ever step steeped in secrets. She disliked the noise and the attempts at lying that weren’t so much lying, as fake lying, which she still really didn’t understand, and she hated the food. Sure, sometimes the food could be good, great even, but there were too many of these where the food was so terrible Cass really wondered why they counted it as food. Small weird colored balls didn’t count as food. They didn’t even count as boba because they were too big to be boba.

So it’s with practiced ease that Cass walks away from the conversation, not sparing a word, and heads straight to the bar. She sits down, and says. “Root Beer please.” Jumping around on the seat a little, Cass tries to adjust her long skirt which she hadn’t thought about while sitting down.

Cass softly stares at the crying girl, before handing the girl a stray, and probably clean, napkin. “You look honest.” She replies, then accepts her root beer with a smile to the server, and turns back to the redhaired girl. With a silent pause she asks, “Do you need a hug?”

#✧･ﾟ: THREADS

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orphvns · 6 years ago

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The boy sat in the alleyway — not sure when the last time he SLEPT through the night OR how long he has been living in the streets. His WINTER SOLDIER uniform was holding up, although quite dirty. He doesn’t own any other set of clothes to CHANGE into. RJ has been keeping up on maintaining his hygiene at least, taking advantage of public bathrooms. Right now the boy was in his FAVORITE alleyway. No one bothered him here, at least not until today. His small body is sat on top of a large black duffel bag full of his various weapons and some extra magazines.

CURIOUS eyes look up through a head of messy curls at the person nearby. “What? I can’t be in your way — I don’t take up much room.”

Her legs didn’t quite tangle with the weird ladder as she climbed down it. Missing rings as she took two at a time. She could’ve gone out her front door and the stairs, but that seemed... impractical when she could just take the ladder instead.

A bag was swung around herself, cross-bodied, and that was the trickiest part of all of this. She didn’t generally travel with luggage or bags, generally didn’t need to. Except for when she, you know, did, like now, like today, and it was more of an annoyance than anything else. To have that thumping by her side, hitting her leg over and over and over again.

She gets to the bottom, and turns around, and sees a surprise. Huh. She doesn’t know him. So Cass stares, looking at him steadily in the eyes, frowning a bit even. “Who are you?” She asks.