#the colors are good and scribble rendering 2 just focus on the faces for me

[graverobbing-beetle]

kabuto spying on an aperature employee (he keeps on talking about himself so it’s pretty much just sitting there and listening)

[bunnimew]

It Never Made Sense

Fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012) Pairing: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Rating: Teen and up Tags:  Detective AU, Humor, Fluff, Coffee, There's a lot of coffee in my fics I notice... On AO3 Here

Summary

In the morning, Jack discovers he made a mistake.

He left Pitch alone too long without coffee.

For ROTG Halloween 2020: Day 2!! Thank you, Sylph!!

A string of robberies, a couple million lost, a few thousand in damages, tags on the wall and taunts in the mail had the whole detective unit on edge. 

The victims hounding their office day in and day out for updates wasn’t helping anything. And yes, okay, Jack understood, it was a lot of insurance forms to fill out and it sucked, but nobody would be making this big of a fuss if someone had nicked Jack’s cell phone, would they? And that would be a pretty big pain in the ass to sort out, too. 

It was an insurance nightmare, and Pitch was usually pretty good with nightmares, but something had seemed a little… off, when Jack left his partner at the office last night. 

They usually liked to leave together, grab some dinner, even if they chose to go their separate ways after. That didn’t mean it was totally unusual for one of them to stay late and keep staring at files. Jack was chronically late with reports; Pitch liked to tease him about it on his way out the door on time. 

But last night… 

Something about their after dinner call and Pitch’s goodnight text had Jack grabbing an entire 4-cup tray of coffee options with their breakfast on his way in this morning. 

He nearly dropped it when he saw the state of their office. 

Pitch was up on a stool, adding a post-it note to the acoustic ceiling tile next to where a push pin held a strand of bright red yarn in place. Jack followed the thread to the wall, where a piece of modern post-it art basically rendered the wall’s paint color a mystery. Jack set the coffee down before shock made him do something stupid, and he spun in a slow circle only to discover the door itself had also been blanketed in bright pieces of paper and one lone strip of duct tap. 

There were numbers, and addresses, and names, and times, and some of it sort of came together, but most of it left Jack confused. Once Jack completed a full circuit, he looked up again at what Pitch was adding to the mess. 

“They left at 4 o’ clock,” scribbled quickly on a blindingly green square, and Jack was pretty sure that one was about the nice, elderly couple that offered Jack tea when they last went to interview them. 

Why couldn’t that have just gone in a notebook?

“Honey?”

Pitch wobbled alarmingly on his stool and Jack spread his arms out to catch him, but Pitch balanced with his hands on the ceiling and absolutely lit up at the sight of him. “Jack!” 

“Sugar, I need you to come down.”

“Of course, Jack,” Pitch agreed as he stepped down from potential death and started over to him. “I was just finished, anyway.”

Jack reached out to comb Pitch’s hair away from his eyes. It was always styled back when he was at work, but nothing about it was styled right now. “Did you sleep?”

Pitch nodded quickly, waving Jack’s concern away. “I nodded off somewhere. But Jack, I’m making progress!”

They had different definitions of progress. “You’re making a mess.”

“Nono, Jack, see,” Pitch said, grabbing his hand excitedly and turning to point. “The red threads are schedules and the blue threads are transactions!”

Jack stared at the wall a moment. He tilted his head. “Then why do those dollar amounts have red between them?”

Pitch stared, too. 

“I may have changed my mind at some point.”

Jack ignored the wall and grabbed Pitch’s face in both hands. “Honey, I need you to look at me.”

Pitch’s gaze was a little unsteady, and his eyes were red, but he managed to find Jack and focus on him. “Yes, Jack?”

“Drink this.” Jack pushed a double shot toffee nut latte into his hand and helped him get it up to his lips. 

Pitch took a sip, but Jack didn’t let him put it down. Only after Pitch had downed several gulps and closed his tired eyes did Jack decide some sanity must have returned to him. 

Pitch cradled the coffee and Jack cradled Pitch’s face for a long, quiet moment. And then his lover reopened his eyes and looked at the office around them.

…”Damn it, Jack. It made sense before the coffee.”

Petting Pitch’s hair in sympathy, Jack told him, “I love you, but I’m almost one-hundred percent sure it never did.”

[discoveringhistory]

Dissertation Weekly: Making Discoveries & Changing My Interpretation and Perception

As I write this week’s blog I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of an important letter from the great-great grandson of Douglas and Kate Bemo! 

One of the pitfalls of graduate school is that you never seem to get enough time to conduct research on your chosen dissertation topic while you are 1) up to your eyeballs in coursework, 2) opt to add an additional 15 hours of coursework for a graduate minor to your program of study, 3) and are prepping for your comprehensive exams.  At this juncture in my graduate career I am past all three of these important milestones.  I also had the good fortune to come into my program with roughly 90% of my research completed (something that is rare in my field).  To date I have written the prologue, epilogue, and first two chapters of my dissertation and am working on the remaining three so I can hopefully stay on track to defend in early May and graduate in July 2019. (Note: I had hoped to be further along at this point in time. Moving, settling in to my new residence, my wedding, taking on my step son and his mental health and legal challenges, and my own near exhaustion has slowed down my progress more than I ever imagined!) One of the challenges I face is writing while researching and attempting to fill the gaps and little nooks and crannies that remain so I am have as much material as possible to flesh out the life and experiences of Douglas Bemo as an AfroMvskoke/Seminole man living in a very complex and ever-changing world in the Indian Territory in the mid to late 19th century.

The front page of the American Missionary in January 1873 touts the evangelizing work of Rev. D.B. Nichols at Howard University. In July 1872 Douglas was enrolled in and left at Howard University where he was a student in the Model School and a member of the Military Department’s Corps of Cadets until he left in 1874. Note the area highlighted by the pin box.  The “Creek Indian” Nichols refers to in his description is indeed Douglas. His presence at Howard and his connection to the non-denominational church founded by Nichols made excellent PR material.

As of late I have been able to flesh out details of Douglas’ life that 1) his wife Kate NEVER mentions in her one sided portrayal of him in her diary and 2) I never thought I would discover. To some the details may seem minor, nothing of consequence.  However, when you are writing about an AfroMvksoke/Seminole man-- a person of color-- who has been marginalized in his wife’s diary (a primary source of great value to historians) and rendered voiceless by most histories of Indian Territory, the responsibility to flesh out the small details is imperative. Being able to find Douglas’ pay slips from the Mvskoke Nation, his appointment letter as a prosecuting attorney for the Mvskoke Nation, the American Missionary article that mentions him simply as a “Creek Indian”, or a fragment of a school essay he wrote while at the Tullahassee Mission provides me with insight into him that helps me as a historian or recover his voice. When Douglas died in 1898 his wife elected to not run an obituary in any of the local papers. For historians and geneaolgists obituaries are little goldmines of information and help us to pull threads of a person’s life together. For Douglas, however, his erasure from the “go-to” local history sources silences his voice. At this point in the writing of my dissertation I almost see the project as an extended obituary for Douglas.  Despite the best attempt of his wife to erase him from memory and control how he was viewed by anyone reading her diary, my work is an intervention and call to change how we use our sources as historians. What are we missing by simply looking at them from one perspective?  LOTS is the easy answer. In my case, as I am discovering every day, the little details are the most important and telling...and so critical to my understanding of this complex interracial marriage at a time when such unions normally followed a predictable pattern of an Anglo-American male paired with an Indigenous female. 

This news snippet about Minnie Tappan, a Cheyenne survivor of the infamous Sand Creek Massacre, intersects with my look into Douglas’ time at Howard University.  Douglas and Minnie were classmates at Howard and as the only American Indians enrolled at Howard at the time they surely closed paths.

Just this week I discovered that Douglas attended Howard University with a young woman named Minnie Tappan.  A Cheyenne, Minnie was “orphaned” after the infamous Sand Creek Massacre in Colorado Territory during the Civil War.  (Note: I use the term orphaned in quotes on purpose. Even though her parents were killed, Minnie would have been taken in my Aunts, Uncles, or other members of her mother’s clan. Anglo-Americans did not recognize this cultural practice with respect to American Indian peoples.) Taken back East by Samuel Tappan, Minnie was enrolled in Howard University.  In 1873 Minnie contracted consumption and died in her dorm room at Miner’s Hall on the Howard Campus.  News of her death surely filtered among the student body. For Douglas this must have been a terrifying prospect-- would he contract consumption and be next? The presence of another American Indian face on the Howard campus surely reassured and lifted Douglas’ spirits. In letters to Kate, back in Indian Territory teaching at a Mvskoke Nation agency school, Douglas mentions the passing of an Indian girl from Colorado. To some this may seem a trivial detail. However, for Douglas seeing Minnie’s face on campus meant there was someone else like him, he was not an Indigenous island unto himself. So the small bits and pieces of his life are now coming into sharper focus and making him seem so very real.

A photo of Kate Edwards Bemo Mitchell as an older woman. This photo surfaced online and after comparing it to a verified photo of Kate in her younger days there is no doubt it is Kate.  

While looking for the traces of Douglas’ life, more details about Kate keep cropping up.  The photo above is a recent discovery that stopped me in my tracks.  Seeing the face of Kate as an older woman I was struck that Douglas did not get the privilege of living into his later years to watch his son grow into adulthood, marry, and have his own family.  Douglas never got to be a grandfather and share the stories of his life with his descendants. Their views about Douglas come solely from Kate’s very partisan telling of her life and how she was impacted by her unfortunate marriage to her “worthless” Indian. Not only was history robbed of Douglas’ voice but his descendants as well. Now, I am even more determined to search as many archival sources in Oklahoma as possible in the hope I will find an image of Douglas to counterbalance Kate’s well crafted image.  While this goal may not be realized during the writing of my dissertation I do hope that one day an image will surface. Looking into the life of Douglas’ brother Alec (Alexander) --who spent his life living in the Seminole Nation with his wife and large family-- may be the only chance to see what Douglas may have looked like, so the search for an image of Alec is on! 

My scheduling calendar and book are a crazy patchwork colors and scribbles.  This is the only way I can keep all the tasks related to my work, research, and family life in some semblance of order.

Of course the most difficult part of this entire process of writing a dissertation is keeping research, writing, thinking, reading, and family life scheduled and organized.  My calendars/schedules (seen above in glorious colors) are nothing short of a form of managed chaos/controlled insanity at the moment. At this juncture I am really soul searching and looking at my progress, deadlines, and thinking about the fact I MIGHT have to push my defense off until October 2019 and graduate in December 2019. This would mean I missed my target deadline of earning my PhD and Graduate Minor in museum studies in four years start to finish by one semester. Part of me wants to push forward and graduate in July (so I can walk in may graduation and participate in departmental convocation) while the other part of me wants to produce an important dissertation and knows deep down that I need the time. Stay tuned, resolving this dilemma will be an interesting ride.

So, in my quest to flesh out Douglas’ lived experience in the Indian Territory I will be heading to Oklahoma City and the amazing collections of the Oklahoma Historical Society at the end of February. Add to that a trip to Howard University in D.C. (February), Western Kansas and Fort Wallace (March) and the Presbyterian Historical Society in Philly (April) and a possible research swing to the Seminole Nation in Wewoka, OK and you get an idea of what it is like to write and research simultaneously. Thank goodness for frequent flyer points, my husband’s willingness to pay for trips, and my love of travel...for I truly am a historian on the road.

Thanks for reading, hope you have enjoyed this edition of Dissertation Weekly.  Stay tuned! Next week I will share about one of my recent research experiences and the need for document preservation in local communities!

Cheers,

Michelle and Josie the Kitten

Josie supervises the writing of a fellowship application. She is an excellent proofreader as long as you don’t want her to flip the pages.

[ofcvssius-blog]

                            ( — ✕ ⁞ ❛ CASSIUS LESTRANGE ➡ CHARACTER SHEET ❜ )

GENERAL

Full Name: Cassius Alaric Lestrange. Pronunciation/Meaning/Origin:

Cassius - kas-ee-əs - Derived from the Latin Cassus “empty, vain”.

Alaric - al-ə-rik - From the Gothic name Alareiks which meant “ruler of all”.

Lestrange - le-strange - In French it means “the strange one”. 

Nickname: Cass. Alias: Cassius Attwood. Real Age: Seventeen. Birthday: Birthplace: Astrological Sign:   Zodiac Sign: Species: Human. Wizard. Ethnicity: Caucasian. Blood Type: AB Negative. Signature: His handwriting consists of large, scribbled, messy letters only he can read. Cassius only writes elegantly during exams. Current Residence: Durmstrang Institute. Community: Upon hearing his last name, people tend to distance themselves from the young wizard, fearing what he might be capable of. Hardly anyone ever takes time to get to know him, and most of the time he’s fine with that.

GENDER/SEXUALITY

Gender: Cis Male. Gender Role: Masculine. Orientation: Heterosexual. Pronouns: He/Him/His.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

Dominant Hand: Right. Eye Color: Blue. Hair Color: Dark Brown. Build: Athletic. Height: 6′3″. Weight: 174 lbs. Birthmarks/Scars: Cass has numerous scars, the most visible ones being on his arms. They do cover his torso as well. The majority are from the time spent training with his father and some from Quidditch. If someone does ask him about the scars he’ll only pin them on Quidditch. He does not put in a great deal of work in covering them up. If someone doesn’t feel comfortable than they can look away. Distinguishing Features:

HEALTH

Health: He’s in perfect health, if you don’t count the numerous Quidditch and Dueling injuries. Energy: Unless it has a certain impact on his or his sister’s life, or it concerns Quidditch, Cassius doesn’t really put much energy into anything he does, especially schoolwork. Memory: Cassius has a selective memory, discarding anything he renders unnecessary or particularly boring. Everything else he retains as long as needed. Senses: As a Quidditch player he needs all his senses sharp as knives in order to anticipate adversary moves and make efficient game plans. Also a fan of Dueling he needs quick reflexes in order to defeat his opponent. The one sense which is less developed than the rest is his sense of smell. Allergies: Ibuprofen. Handicaps: No. Medication: No. Phobias: Loosing his sister. Dementors. Addictions: Smoker. Coffee. Neurotype: Neurotypical although he’s never really been checked for anything. Mental Disorders: Occasional depression episodes (even if he won’t admit to them to save his life). 

SPEECH/SPEECH HABITS

Languages: English, Bulgarian, German (not fluent), Russian (not fluent), Norwegian (not fluent). Accent: Despite having spent most of his life in Bulgaria, Cassius has not retained the accent when speaking English. This is due to the fact that both his parents spoke the language without any impediments and the primary language in the Lestrange household was English.  Voice: Low pitched. Speech Impediments: None he’d like to admit. Greetings:  Hey. What? / Zdrasti (Bulgarian) Farewells: Later. / Chao (Bulgarian) State of Mind: “How are you?” “Fine. Just stop talking to me.” Compliment: “Wow, you’re not completely retarded.” Insult: Basically everything he says? Expletive: “Ah, shit…” Laughter: He doesn’t laugh much, but when he does it’s usually a low, ironic laugh that sounds more like a huff. Tag Line: He huffs a lot when he’s annoyed. Signature Quote: And i’m supposed to care why?

PERSONALITY

General Mood: Indifferent or Irritated. But mostly Indifferent. Attitude: It really depends on the person he is interacting with. If it’s someone whose company he enjoys then Cass struggles to be as pleasant as he can. If the person doesn’t interest him, or is someone he cannot stand, then he’s usually pretty brief and appears either annoyed or bored. Stability: When it comes to emotional stability Cass likes to think he’s got everything under control. Truth be told he’s gotten so good at dissimulating he’s even managed to fool himself.   Expressiveness: He tends to hold things in. When Happy: The usually ironic twist of his lips turns into an actual smile. When Depressed: Keeps to himself. Explodes at anyone trying to question him about his emotional state, sometimes even towards his sister. When Angry: Someone ends up in the Hospital Wing.

Strengths: Charismatic (when he wants to), intelligent, patient, creative, loyal, determined, adaptable, versatile, ambitious, skilled with words, curious, opportunistic, cunning. Flaws: Cruel, vindictive, manipulative, cynical, self indulgent, emotionally unattached, skeptic, unyielding, two faced. Perception: If you’re a descendant of a notorious wizarding family known for its criminal actions during the wars then the world seems a like pretty limited place with few to almost no shades of grey. Cassius has tried to find the grey but was unsuccessful, running into black dead ends wherever he looked. Conflicts: Freedom and duty, these are the two things between which his inner war is fought. A side of him wants nothing more than to be free of every burned his name demands and start a life of his own choosing while the other feels obligated to continue the family mission to ensure his ancestors did not die in vain and he did not suffer all these years for nothing. Lures: Power, Wealth, Stability. Soft Spot: His sister is his only soft spot. If any harm was to come to her he’d be lost. Cruel Streak: It doesn’t take much to trigger Cassius’ cruel side, although he might appear to have none. A misplaced comment about his sister, a passing remark about his ancestors or someone messing with his broom. Etiquette: Cassius knows when to be well mannered and when it’s not necessary. Usually he’s somewhere in-between.

PERSONALITY II

MBTI Personality Type: Temperament: Choleric. Enneagram: The Achiever, The Loyalist, The Challenger. Intelligence Type: Ego/Superego/Id: Ego. The Self: Emptiness. The Shadow: Kindness. Persona/Mask: A vain little brat who couldn’t care less about anyone’s opinion.

Role: Follower. Fulfillment: Cassius likes to think of himself as a leader when truthfully he’s more of a follower. It started with following his father’s wishes, even against his will, and continued with following the orders of his new foster family and of the Headmaster of Durmstrang. He dislikes having to take orders but with no alternative on the horizon, at least not yet, he has no choice but to play the part. Significance: I believe the only person he currently matters to is his twin sister. Cass doesn’t let people in and therefore has almost no friends to care for him. He’s not particularly thrilled about his loner status, even if he won’t admit it, but he’ll manage. Alignment: Neutral Evil. Vice: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Wrath. Virtue: Diligence. Defining Moment: On the Quidditch pitch, especially during a match. It gives him a chance to clear his mind of daily problems and just focus on putting the ball through the goal. Quidditch is liberating and is the only thing he’s truly in control of. One Word: Conflicting.

PERSONALITY III

Hobbies/Interests: Quidditch, Drawing, Charms, Skills/Talents: He’s rather good at drawing. Great flier.  Sense of Humor: Dark. Dry. Witty. Sarcastic. Superstitions/Beliefs: Unlike most people Cass thinks that the number 13 is actually lucky and so are black cats. Also he owns a copper coin with a hole through it he found in the woods one day. It’s not lucky or anything, he just thinks it’s cool. Other than that he has no superstitions. Dreams/Nightmares: One of his recurring nightmares is he and his sister being caught by Aurors and imprisoned to be later executed. Each time his sister goes first and there is nothing he can do to stop it. The dream ends right after she dies leaving him strained, afraid and feeling useless. Quirks: Cassius can’t sleep in any other position than on his stomach with an arm dangling off the bed or on his back. Savvy: He knows pretty much anything there is to know about Quidditch. Can’t understand: Why some people still make such a fuss about the Dark Arts. It’s not like speaking of them will kill you, it’s improper use that will. Closet Hobby: Cassius likes to draw. He’s not very good at it and it’s not something he makes public. His sketchbook is tucked away on the bottom of his trunk for nobody to see. Guilty Pleasure: Sweets.

MORALITY/GOALS/ACCOMPLISHMENTS

Religion: Atheist. Morals: Not very many. He’ll break whatever law it takes, or whoever it takes, to get what he wants. Crime Record: Cassius did kill two students in his sixth year. Their deaths were ruled as accidental due to insufficient proof to show otherwise and he was never convicted for the crime.  Motivation: Power, Money, Freedom. Priorities: 1. His sister. 2. Himself. 3. Quidditch.  Philosophy: If you’re a descendant of a notorious wizarding family known for its criminal actions during the wars then the world seems a like pretty limited place with few to almost no shades of grey. Cassius has tried to find the grey but was unsuccessful, running into black dead ends wherever he looked. Influences: His father. Relates to: Although he won’t admit it Cassius relates to his late great uncle Regulus Black. Starting as a follower of the Dark Lord, Regulus eventually decided to live for himself and lend a hand for the Light Wizards as well by attempting to destroy a Horcrux. He was killed in the process and that is why Cassius is so afraid of following his own dreams, they might end up destroying him.

Main Goal: Keeping his sister safe and happy. Minor Goals/Ambitions: Becoming a professional Quidditch player. Career: Professional Quidditch player. Wishlist: A new broomstick, a new owl, a better house.  Accomplishments: Making Captain of the Quidditch team. Greatest Achievement: Also making Captain of the Quidditch team. Biggest Failure: Not being able to locate the Auror who killed his father during the summer break. Secrets: He really wants to be one of the good guys. Regrets: Falling out of touch with his mother (even if he won’t admit it). Worries: That eventually all his plans will come apart and he’ll be left with noting but dreams and a tiny cell in Azkaban. Best Dream: Getting his reputation and substantial funds back. Worst Nightmare: Loosing his sister. Being imprisoned for the murder in his sixth year.

Best Memories: Receiving his Durmstrang letter, winning his first match, buying his pets. Worst Memories: His owl dying, his sister being bullied by their father, discovering his mother had left home.

SKILLS/ABILITIES

Powers/Abilities: He excels at Charms. Great flier.  Weaknesses: Insightful conversation, mentions of his family, basically anything that involves having people skills.

STYLE

Style: When not in his uniform Cassius prefers comfortable, casual clothes which do not inhibit movement. His outfits might not be as fancy as other pure blooded students (mostly due to lack of funds for luxury) but he tries his best to always be well dressed and well kept. Grooming: Very well kept. Posture: It varies between stiff as a broom and slouchy, depending on his mood. Coordination: Considering he’s a Quidditch player he’s got to be very coordinated. Habits and Mannerisms: Tapping with his legs or fingers when anxious, nervous, bored or angry. Grinding his teeth together or clenching and un-clenching his jaw.   Scent: Cologne. Traces of broom wax.

AESTHETICS

Wardrobe: In Cassius’ wardrobe one finds mostly items suitable for cold weather. The colors vary, but most are rather dull, appropriate to the environment in which he lives. As for footwear you’re most likely to find boots and a few pairs sneakers tossed in the back. Equipment: His wand, School bag, Cigarette pack, Lighter. Accessories: During his fifth year of school Cassius got a tattoo on his left forearm similar to those Death Eaters wore in the past. Trinkets: A pocket sketchbook, his copper coin. Funds: The twins have limited funds therefore he never really has much money on him, just enough to get by. He’s very careful when managing his money, making sure he doesn’t run out until the next allowance even if it means missing out on a few things he wants. Home: A small, rundown house in the woods.  Neighborhood: ( Squirrels? ) Collections: None. Most valuable possession: His wand. Prized Possession: His wand.

FAMILY

Immediate Family: His father, mother and twin sister. Distant Family: Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, Nymphadora and Remus Lupin, Draco and Astoria Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Scorpius Malfoy  Upbringing: Cassius was raised by an indifferent mother and an abusive father. His mother only acknowledged him when he spoke of Quidditch since it was the only thing the two had in common and his father only cared about training. Outside of that he noticed his son when he was drunk and needed someone to lash out at.

RELATIONSHIPS/LOVE LIFE

Friends: A handful of Durmstrang students. Enemies: Basically anyone who gets in the way of Cass getting what he wants or anyone who challenges him. Bosses: Durmstrang Headmaster (at least for the next year). Followers: None.  Heroes: None. Rivals: Mostly Quidditch players from other schools. Pets/Familiars: Until his fourth year Cassius owned a snowy owl named Watson which passed away after being attacked by a bird of prey upon returning with a message from home. Sometime during the summer break between his fourth and fifth year the boy acquired a black cat which he named Sherlock, also from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s well known books.   Lovers: A few girls at his school but nothing significant. Cassius doesn’t really do relationships. Marital Status: Single. And will probably die that way. Sex Life: Quite active. Type: Pragma. Position: Dominant. Virginity: Gone is his fourth year.  

EDUCATION/INTELLIGENCE

IQ: 110. Although he never makes full use of his intelligence. Education: Cassius only excels in classes he enjoys such as Charms, Transfigurations and starting his sixth year Apparition. The others he only puts in enough effort to pass, nothing more nothing less. He also enjoys Care for Magical Creatures but often skips class in favor to other activities. School: Durmstrang Institute. Grade: Seventh Year. Social Stereotype: Jerk. Intelligence: Intrapersonal. Extracurricular Activities: Quidditch, Dueling Club, Ghoul Studies, Charms Club.

WORK STATUS

Occupation: Student. Income: Money is a little short since his father’s death and his mother’s disappearance. Wealth Status: Lower middle class. Organizations/Affiliations: Durmstrang Institute.

SOCIAL STATS

Reputation: I believe the general population doesn’t have a pretty high impression of Cassius outside of the pitch since he doesn’t really stand out with much. They might be either indifferent, friendly or malicious, depending on the level of familiarity or their intentions. First Impressions: Upon first meeting Cassius people might think he’s either a stuck up, sarcastic jerk or a lonely soul in need of help, depending on the mood they catch him in. Stranger Impressions: “What an ass…” Friendly Impressions: “What an ass…” Enemy Impressions: He’s definitely disliked by a great number of people but not really viewed as an immense threat, more like someone you need to keep away from unless you’re looking for trouble. Familiar Impressions: I believe his sister sees him as a lifeline of sorts, the one person left she can always turn to for support and understanding and who will always love her back despite anything she does. Compliments: Well played. Insults: Ass, jerk, he’s been called pretty much every foul name under the sun.  Self-Impression: Very deep down Cassius has a pretty low opinion of himself. After all the time he’s spent away from the influence of his family he figured he would have made some kind of progress with his life but he keeps making one step forward and one thousand back. He just doesn’t know how to adjust. 

FAVORITES

Favorite Colors: Navy Blue, Black, Red, Green.   Favorite Animals: Wolf, Tiger, Cat. Favorite Mythological Creatures: Cerberus.   Favorite Places: Sofia, Bulgaria. Favorite Landmarks: National Museum of Military History & Slaveykov Square, both in Sofia. Favorite Foods: Broccoli, Mushroom soup, Mekista, Garash cake. Favorite Drinks: Firewhiskey Coca Cola, Coffee. Favorite Characters: The Third Brother from The Tales of Beedle the Bard; Dorian Gray from The Portrait of Dorian Gray. Favorite Genre: Action, Mystery, Adventure. Favorite Books: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Favorite Sports: Quidditch, Soccer. Favorite Subjects: Charms, Care for Magical Creatures, Transfiguration. Favorite Numbers: 6, 13. Favorite Quotations: "I came, I saw, I conquered.”  - Julius Caesar

LEAST FAVORITES

Least Favorite Colors: Any shade of pink. Least Favorite Animals: Any kind of bug, Least Favorite Mythological Creatures: Pixie. Least Favorite Places: England. Least Favorite Landmarks: Earth and Man National Museum, Sofia, Bulgaria. Least Favorite Foods: Cauliflower.    Least Favorite Drinks: Mint tea. Least Favorite Genre: Romance, Drama. Least Favorite Books: Anything with too much romance and not enough action. Least Favorite Subjects: Divination. Least Favorite Numbers: 7. Least Favorite Words: Truth. (He can’t pronounce it right.)  

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