Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Cassian sat patiently and listened respectfully to the words that came from the dark-haired man across from him, a slight tilt of his head to show his engagement in the conversation, even if the magician did hold the same expression he had on his face even before they had begun their exchange. The man seemed quite serious in his response, going deeper than any ordinary person would; it were clear that the person he spoke to must have had a serious profession...or at the very least, took many things in his life seriously. While Cassian did not know much about the fellow in front, he could deduce that he were clever.[break][break]
"Maybe so." Cassian simply responded after a light hum, glancing down at the deck of cards in his hand, now moving them out from view and leaving only a single playing card in his grasp. "Onward we go."[break][break]
Raising the card just beneath eye level, he held it in his right with the top of his palm facing the spectator, the face of the card visible to the inquirer. "For some, magic may mean one thing," The magician stated thoughtfully, before a swipe of his fingers holding the card made one card turn into two. "or two," golden eyes remained upon the man as his white digits shifted the two cards into one only to spread them back out in his grip, now three cards. "or three." Cassian's hand turned to face his palm towards the table with the three cards; his left hand came up and swept over the top of the right which held the three cards. As it swiftly came across, the mystical man's hands spread apart to either side for a wave of playing cards to rain down across the table from his palms, littering the wooden surface with a flurry of cards, fluttering down through the air like leaves as they softly pattered down against the firm wood. "Some may find magic in many things, you see."[break][break]
A thin sea of cards sat across the table where Cassian and the stranger were opposite, the magician's words somewhat philosophical and somewhat mysterious at the same time.[break][break]
Calm steps taken forward, one after another, heavily reinforced the composed demeanor of the magician as the photographer made an effort to catch up from behind. Taking a slight glance over his shoulder to ensure that it truly was the man from a few moments ago who was approaching his back, Cassian's golden stare fixated upon him for a singular moment, then past him to see the stumbling group of four skeletons limping and creeping up in their direction in the far distance. They were rather far for the moment, yet still in view, and should the blue-haired duo stop in their tracks then the bony band would no doubt catch up with them in the following few minutes or less. [break][break]
As his new, temporary companion began to speak, possibly a way for him to release his anxiety and shock at the intense supernatural situation they had found themselves in, Cassian remained gazing forwards as he walked at steady pace, arms behind his lower back with a solid jugglingg ball in one hand, a single playing card in the other. A neutral expression remained upon his painted face, the star and tear just as pristine as when he first applied them upon his cheeks, a white handkerchief hanging from the middle of his outfit along the side, which he had yet needed to use.[break][break]
Then came the man's inquiry - the tower? Yes, it did seem like an odd choice for someone trying to escape this whole mess. However, Cassian had no intention of running away from this situation. Quite the opposite. He saw someone he thought he recognized for one - and two? Well, not many scenes of unveiled magic took place like this - not on this demonic scale - and Cassian was oh so curious as to why. What did this moment in Palais-Bourbon mean for the rest of the city? Was there more to come? Would it be soon? Later? Many did their best to hide the presence of magic in this city...although this undead uprising was certainly not subtle.[break][break]
"I think I may have spotted someone I once met." Cassian informed, eyes remaining forward. "Albeit, it may be an unlikely bet." He admitted afterward with a tone of thought; he had only caught a glimpse and it wasn't the greatest angle, although he could see the back of someone in the distance who seemed similar. They happened to be with a girl near an alleyway of some kind. "Regardless, I wish to see this horror to its final part." The magician added before the cameraman could give his thoughts, turning his head slightly to look at the man. "Feel free to exit at the safest convenience; it is not for the faint of heart." [break][break]
And within the next few moments, they had began to enter the vicinity of the violet-haired lady and the partially injured male. Stopping several meters away from them, Cassian stood with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for the two to notice his and his companion's presence. From the back, this man most certainly did resemble the one who so strongly believed magic to be nothing more than fantasy when they had met quite the long while ago at the carnival. [break][break] tl;dr: Cassian walked and responded to Enzo, while seeing that about four skeletons were following them behind in the distance (same ones that were originally close to Enzo) in slow manner. Caught a glance at what he suspected could be julius vesper earlier on, now noticed someone that looked like the prosecutor in the distance again; approached from behind and stood there silently with Enzo. ADMIN [break][break]
While the attention for the magician may have slowed, he certainly did not mind; he had been rather occupied earlier on and would not protest against a peaceful length of time. Although, while it did seem for a small moment that a curious child had set their sights upon engaging the blue-haired mystic, their mother had deemed the opposite choice a much better pick and ushered the youth away. Cassian simply offered a genuine, small smile toward the disappointed child as they were guided away into the carnival's isles, however the magical being was aware of the adult still near his position. Upon the brief and glancing observation he made, the dark-haired individual didn't seem to be having the time of his life if his expression gave anything away. And instead of exploring with the intent of finding something new, he stayed in place near Cassian, almost as if he were waiting for some type of event to occur or for some type of person to appear. Either way, it did not cause any inconvenience to Cassian himself; and so he patiently remained.[break][break]
Unexpectedly, this man in his proximity approached slightly and inquired as to what exactly Cassian was capable of. To be fair to the male, it was not entirely clear and an empty table could suggest many different things, although mystery was always part of the fun with the circus.[break][break]
"For what I can do, that might be seen as a broad inquisition." Cassian responded softly; and it were true. To truly describe the length of his talents would take up more time than the inquirer would expect. Some magic, some not. "Though, to answer your question; I am only a simple magician." He finished, extending one hand out over the table, palm facing the sky before turning his forearm around to make his inner hand now face the table. The other arm came forward too, waving over the top of his wrist before he slowly guided it back towards his lap, only to turn his palm back toward the sky; a deck of playing cards now visible in his hand.[break][break]
Glancing up to the stranger, Cassian kept that subtle smile upon his lips, golden eyes blinking at him once. "Tell me, stranger, do you believe in magic?" The magician asked, a slight tilt of his head with no change in expression upon that painted face. "Or do you find the faith in it quite tragic?" He finished, curious to see if he were correct in his hunch for this man's resistance to the idea of it all. [break][break]
After a few moments of light walking, Cassian's arms remained behind his lower back as he observed the scene ahead of him, chaos reigning supremely in the immediate area ahead as his steps took him closer and closer to the action. Surprisingly, his golden eyes caught sight of people fighting back; they were few and far in between the rest of fleeing groups, however they most certainly were there protecting either themselves or the masses in the most physical way possible. Cassian thought he may have even spotted bright means of offense - somewhat mystical - although at the time his view was far too obstructed to be making such grand accusations in his own mind. Time would tell once he made his way over there. [break][break]
And perhaps it was that little distraction of the blurred mayhem in the distance which made the sudden yelling in his direction all the more perplexing. Slowly, his white expression turned towards a rather lively male atop a truck who seemed intent on gaining his attention. A curious emotion came across Cassian's face as the man waved about in some form of desperation; a blue-haired figure with a type of camera in his possession. Was he asking the magician for a pose? Cassian didn't have bad hearing in the slightest, although screams, shouts and all other types of noises brought about from physical movement filled the air, making the distance of sound somewhat murky at this designated position. Blue-head tilting, Cassian gave a slight hum on wonder to himself; it was at that moment that the traveling words finally broke through the chaotic scene to wash across his ears.[break][break]
A slight raise of his head at the warning, close proximity allowed the bony sound of undead feet clicking across the ground not far behind, the crackle of their connected, exposed bone structure ever present. Glancing over his shoulder with a calmness similar to that of still, silent water, the magician simply observed the two skeletal enemies approaching, one partially in front of the other and roughly two meters distance between their sides. The one in front seemed rather sturdier than the other; a fresher corpse. The one behind? Its hollow limbs were practically hanging by threads, moving solely on the gift of whichever spell dragged it back upon its heels - ghoulishly delicate. [break][break]
Suddenly, the closest skeleton burst forward with a vertical slash reigning downward, aiming to split the mysterious man in white straight down the middle. A quick pivot and spin brought Cassian out of its way, his body ducking proficiently while his movements had him drift inward of the attack; stepping toward the aggressor instead of away. His left leg planted behind the side of the attacker, Cassian's right coming through in the follow-up to sweep against the shins of the sturdier skeleton, tripping it stylishly and making the adversary fall upon its front in a spindly, skeletal jingle. A red ball from earlier remained in Cassian's right hand as the other adversary prepared its strike now that it too was close enough; the magician snapped his spare hand behind him before thrusting it back out - a single playing card in hand that seemingly came from nowhere in true sleight of hand skill - and throwing the sharp-edged item. It cut through the vulnerable, degrading wrist bone which held the sword, slicing through the brittle, thin bone. While it wouldn't work for the fresher corpses, the older, weaker bones were prey for his magically enhanced card throws if thrown carefully. Clang! The bony hand fell to the floor with the added sound of the sword clattering to the concrete; no rest for the wicked as Cassian's right hand swung across to smash the solid juggling ball through its cervical vertebrae, immobilizing the undead like the others from before. [break][break]
Turning around, Cassian lifted his hand which carried the ball and let the other brush bone-dust from the top of his palm graciously. The first skeleton that had been tripped onto its front seconds ago was tugging its figure up from the ground, as Cassian stood beside it. Simply and brutally, the magician raised his leg and stamped down powerfully atop the skull, foot smashing through the bone until all that rested atop the spine were shattered remains; like a broken vase. The skeleton slumped back down afterward, naturally. Cassian raised his head, then took a slow turn to stare back in the direction of the man who had warned him from the truck. Then he closed his eyes and gave him a pleased, innocent smile of gratitude, bowing slightly to the cameraman in the distance. [break][break]
Remembering that he saw a flash of some kind ahead, a brief look ahead then made Cassian all the more curious; he thought he saw a glance of someone he had seen before that had once visited the carnival. A young man with dark hair, if he were not mistaken. And just as he did so before, Cassian began to continue walking forwards towards the tower, gaining distance by the second and giving a singular glance back to the cameraman before viewing ahead; a subtle offer to join the sorcerer in his walk should he feel safer there than on the truck. After all, a small group of skeletons in the distance were beginning to limp and stumble over to the large vehicle from a direction behind the truck, should the stranger look behind him to see his developing predicament.[break][break] tl;dr: Receiving the warning, Cassian turned around and leg-swept one skeleton on the floor before vanquishing the one behind; then turned and stamped on the fallen one's head to finish. Two down! Gave a smile and a bow to Enzo before continuing his original walk toward the tower, though giving a look to Enzo as he did so which suggested he could follow along if he desired. Meanwhile, a small group of skeletons were approaching from the distance behind Enzo, should he turn to see! ADMIN [break][break]
The mind-opening jingle of the carnival rung through the still air in the dark knight, gaudy tents, alluring stands and colorful rides lit up by the bright, vibrant lights scattered across the circus' spread; there was always something for everyone at the carnival. Young, old, smart, stupid, optimistic or skeptical; something could turn your head, raise your brows and make your mouth part in thought. All over the event held out on the outskirts of the city, kids and adults pressed shoes along the mixture of grass, flooring and dirt, looking for things of wonder and amusement. An exploratory, interactive experience to grasp the mind and expand it; the scent of cotton candy, fast food and that circus smell laced into the atmosphere itself.[break][break]
Somewhere in the heart of all the hustle and bustle, a wooden stand of rectangular shape rested in front of a seated Cassian, a small and satisfied smirk upon his mouth while he sat patiently without a sound emitting from his form. So quiet, you may not have even heard his breath. An assortment of items were at his disposal, although most were either hidden or around his side of the table - the surface itself was mostly bare. Blue-haired head tilting as his pale, make-up adorned expression glanced across the popular, thriving carnival scene; oh, it would be so easy for someone to get lost in such a crowd, although no such news had occurred thankfully. Kitted in a white outfit similar to that of both a jester and a magician, his attire was both practical and simple, delivering all it had to in the most precise way. Seated upon his behind with his legs crossed and hands nonchalantly clasped together, it was clear that he sat upright on a platform of sorts behind the table instead of a traditional chair.[break][break]
Upon the other side of the table was a vacant chair for any to sit, should they choose to. [break][break]
Gasps of wonder and delight voiced into the cool air at a certain place upon a street of Palais-Bourbon, sounds of amused claps filling the area between multiple children dressed up like miniature horror icons, their attentive parents accompanying them in the later hours of this festive evening. Stood before his small and fixated crowd, Cassian effortlessly juggled two dense, red balls, light taps from the firm surface clapping off from his pale palms with each motion that sent them back up into the air. All of a sudden, the slightest of movements that came from the magician's arm flickering behind his lower back rewarded the crowd with the sight of another red ball appearing from nowhere, adding to the juggle; not only did the surprise appearance catch their attention, yet now he was juggling three items at once. An ever-present, slight smile of routine composure curved at Cassian's lips, his blue-haired head tilting slightly to observe those in the crowd, not even needing to focus upon the juggling procedure at hand. Gasp! In the blink of an eye, the white-toned magician spun on his heel - a complete three-sixty - managing to not only maintain the flowing juggle upon the completed spin but somehow slip in another red ball, four crimson orbs now rotating through the air in robotic frequency. Rhythmically, the light claps of juggling pattered in the small scene which occurred within the rest of this large Halloween festival, added applause responding from the children and their guardians due to the magician's proficiency. [break][break]
Boom! A devastating bellow erupted from the dark sky above, lightning flashing around the abyss-like night in the clouds, gaining the attention of many in a single, powerful instance. It almost left just as quickly as it came, the surprise of it enough to make many jump, some flinch and others shiver. However, it did not even create the slightest bump in the juggling routine of Cassian, whose golden gaze drifted off to the side for a brief second or two, glancing up at the spectacle which radiated momentarily above, a pondering hum beneath his lips. It seemed like nothing; of course, he would be proved wrong oh so soon.[break][break]
"And now, to truly make this trick vast--" The intriguing start of Cassian's sentence began with the promise of wonder, although the sudden and electric feeling of danger surging through the air from somewhere interrupted his words. Screams and shouts desperately powered into the atmosphere, scenes of people dashing through crowds in a scared hurry spreading throughout the festival; what was happening? Space between the frightened opened up in small instances, obstructed views covering most of the spectacle until enough people shifted apart for a clear view of skeletal warriors disrupting the scene. The bone structure; the lack of evidence for it being a costume by such bony proportions in key areas; the decaying skulls that sat horrifically atop expired figures. These were no outfits and this was no joke. A brow raised and the red balls landing in his grip - two in either hand - Cassian's interested gaze lingered upon the arriving, undead party."Oh my, awoken bones from the past."[break][break]
As far as he were aware, Cassian happened to be the only member of the circus that was attending this area of Paris for Halloween, his typical appearance which consisted of white makeup, jester-like fashion, a star upon the right cheek and a tear drop at the other, making him fit in far more than he usually did thanks to everyone dressing up rather bizarrely on this notorious night. While his initial performances throughout this evening may have been splendid work for persuading people to come and visit the carnival in the near future, it was oh so clear that this mayhem would have overshadowed any promotional effort now. A shame. Offering a light bow, Cassian then raised up straightly and phlegmatically in the presence of his stunned, indecisive spectators; an arm of his extended out towards a back-road that many others were fleeing by, seemingly void of skeletal strikers. "It seems the night of Halloween has taken a turn for us all." The magician informed, pressing a calm but strict tone to the collections of families ahead. From the corner of his eye, he could see two terrifying skeletons limping over in their direction. He kept his attention to the civilians. "I suggest you retreat down this path like many others - not doing so could be your downfall." Final words hit home, the fear paralysis of both children and adults alike that were witnessing his show prior now shaking off as Cassian directed them away, a collection of fleeing legs hurrying away from the immediate scene as hysteria took over the grand scene.[break][break]
Standing with his side to the approaching skeletons armed with sword and shield, Cassian slowly raised his chin up, peering off to the side at the bony approach. The bones looked brittle on these two; rotten and vulnerable. The red juggling orbs with baseball-like sturdiness to them were gripped tightly in the cloud-white hands of the magician, the added strength of a vessel to be found in those talented digits, palms and wrists. Reaching behind his lower back, he slotted a ball from each hand away, leaving him with one in his left hand and one in his right. Calculating stare stayed locked upon the undead. A quick turn to face the two bony foes and Cassian's arms extended out to the side in sharp manner, thrusting inward to absolutely rocket the balls toward the oncoming skeletons - smash! A shiny, red ball shattered through each of their cervical vertebra, the link between neck and head bursting in a small flurry of stray bones, brutal shattering courtesy of a magical being's throwing power. The two corpses crumbled lifelessly to the ground, swords and shields clanging to the concrete beneath. Scanning over the fallen remains, Cassian crossed his arms behind his lower back, picking up a bit of pace in his walk as he started approaching the heart of the mess, seeing who or what he would come across first that may require his attention - be it helpful or harmful.[break][break] tl;dr: Cassian was juggling for some kids and parents, then it all kicked off. Two skeletons approached, he directed the civvies away and then threw a juggling ball through each of their throat/spine structures. Two skeletons down. Walked past them toward more of the commotion, he's coming from the outskirts of the general action; whoever wants to interact with him, say he's coming in your direction or that you saw him in the process what just happened! Six skeletons beaten altogether between all of us! ADMIN [break][break]
I get high all the time I get drunk out my mind and call you at five in the morning And I say what I like And I don't like playing nice I might pick a fight without warning But it gets boring[break][break]
I try to keep it cool And turn it down for you But I'm never gonna change And that's why I be saying, boy You're too good for me, but I want, but I want you anyway And I know that I don't fit in, but I want, but I want you anyway Only you, only me, and that is all that I need Only you, only me, only you Boy, you're too good for me but I want, but I want you anyway[break][break]
I don't pick up the phone Take an hour or longer To write something back when you text me Tell you, "leave me alone" Need some time on my own But soon as you gone, come and get me Oh, baby, come and get me, uh I try to keep it cool, yeah And turn it down for you But I'm never gonna change And that's why I be saying, boy[break][break]
You're too good for me but I want, but I want you anyway And I know that I don't fit in, but I want, but I want you anyway Only you, only me, and that is all that I need Only you, only me, only you Boy you're too good for me but I want, but I want you anyway You're too good for me, but I want, but I You're too good for me, but I want, but I You're too good for me, but I want, but I You're too good for me, but I want, but I[break][break] tag:
Sounds good to me; it might take me a few days to put down a starter since I've got work today, may or may not have time to post tomorrow depending on what happens, then I'm out most parts of Monday. So either Sunday or Tuesday should be a good time for me to get a starter out, though feel free to do one instead if that's too long!
I think the best way for it to go is to probably just let them at each other and see what comes out! Cassian is pretty distrustful to most at a deeper level, so any valuable information about his past/situation probably won't come out too quickly unless it was for a certain purpose.
Lolol, "I need the clown magician for this one". Yeah, Julius probably wouldn't have expected that kind of line to be spoken in his line of work, though it'll be fun. I'm even interested myself to see how Cassian will react and go with all of these new ideas, so it's gonna be something to see if it goes how we imagined or much differently!
Yesss, welcome to my abode. I like the ideas, they work well!
Since we are both going to be in the event in some nature or another, that could be a great way for the two of them to witness each other using true magic in serious circumstances, especially if the 'dead' are rising up and making a mess of things in the area. Would you like to allude that Julius had seen Cassian perform in the past alone or would you like to do some type of past thread where Julius and his buddy (or even J on his own if he got lost/split up briefly on a detour from his friend) were roaming the carnival isles until they came across the mysterious magician's stand? Either works!
The idea of them aligning to benefit the other is grand too; especially because the being powering Cassian's magic is essentially a madness-inducing mass killer of the past, since Julius is a hater of crime and all that. Of course, Cassian isn't like his vessel spirit at all, so it's generally something he doesn't talk about nor bring to much light. Especially since that spirit is always messing with him, not to mention the "curse" of rhyming and such it put on him to begin with. Cassian would like learning about how the magi class work first hand, and it'd be interesting to gauge how Julius responds with seeing a different form of magic to his own, especially since no wishes or such were involved on the magician's part.
Enjoying some purpose in his life every now and then, I can definitely imagine Julius requesting Cassian to "support" him if he ever had to do something dangerous like apprehend someone or visit a shady place etc. assuming that is something he'd ask for! They'd make for a strange looking duo moving around, haha. Cassian would most likely assist. And yes, comfortable and courteous silences in between intellectual talk.
Cool, calm and collected, the mysterious magician speaks in rhymes and lingers with a slight, idle smile. Not one for extended idle talk, don't be offended if he stands in your presence with nothing to say and a simple, friendly expression on offer; courteous as he is distant, there will be no trouble for you if you bring no trouble for him. Surprising to some, for one of his appearance, he is seemingly devoid of much emotion or vigor, an air about him as if he were a force of nature instead of a person. Ask him for help, ask him for advice, you may even ask him for a trick; however, you'd likely be wasting your time if you tried to find out what makes him tick.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] FRIENDS
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Highly intelligent and subtly welcoming in his demeanor, Cassian is an interesting individual that piques the curiosity of many, be it for his tricks, his appearance or the manner of how he speaks. Open to lending a hand or giving advice, the vessel is sagely for his years, the prodigious mind of the performer appreciated by those in need. The magician is also of an erudite nature, keen to learn about subjects which take his attention; he is more likely to interact enthusiastically with those harboring a clever mind, especially of the magical topics. Polite and somewhat warm to those who are graceful and friendly toward him, those who manage to befriend the seemingly detached sorcerer have gained a strong ally indeed.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] ENEMIES
[attr="class","persondetails"]
Peculiar, while his aesthetics may dazzle some, others view the mage as strange or negatively odd. Distant with tones of melancholy, Cassian's general aura may not mesh well with many, making others prone to moving away from him or getting aggravated by his lack of involvement with their affairs. While speaking in rhymes for trivial things can be a bother to him, Cassian can be in the presence of others without muttering a word for extended amounts of time, his silence or brief gestures being viewed as rude or unfriendly and turning some away from interactions with him. He generally dislikes those who have no etiquette, are obnoxiously loud or those who attempt to roughly invade his personal space. While not typically violent, Cassian is known to be brutal and precise in exacting the consequences upon those who have significantly wronged him or another he deems worth protecting.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] LOVERS
[attr="class","persondetails"]
Love is a concept known by Cassian but not usually felt; he is capable of the emotion and while heterosexual, his behavior and mentality links him very closely to asexuality too. Not opposed to relationships, the vessel is also incredibly aware of his situation - a rhyming, pale magician who dresses quite vibrantly due to his "curse". Indeed, Cassian knows he must not come across as the most sensible option for most women. Due to this, the sorcerer is not one to chase and is more than content with spending his time acquiring more knowledge and spell-power. The most he may normally feel for a woman he is fond of is the sense to protect them and ensure none give them discomfort - acting more as a guardian instead of a lover. However, all locks must surely have a key.
Cool, calm and collected, the mysterious magician speaks in rhymes and lingers with a slight, idle smile. Not one for extended idle talk, don't be offended if he stands in your presence with nothing to say and a simple, friendly expression on offer; courteous as he is distant, there will be no trouble for you if you bring no trouble for him. Ask him for help, ask him for advice, you may even ask him for a trick; however, you'd likely be wasting your time if you tried to find out what makes him tick.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] FRIENDS
[attr="class","persondetails"]
Highly intelligent and subtly welcoming in his demeanor, Cassian is an interesting individual that piques the curiosity of many, be it for his tricks, his appearance or the manner of how he speaks. Open to lending a hand or giving advice, the vessel is sagely for his years, the prodigious mind of the performer appreciated by those in need. The magician is also of an erudite nature, keen to learn about subjects which take his attention; he is more likely to interact enthusiastically with those harboring a clever mind, especially of the magical topics. Polite and somewhat warm to those who are graceful and friendly toward him, those who manage to befriend the seemingly detached sorcerer have gained a strong ally indeed.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] ENEMIES
[attr="class","persondetails"]
Peculiar, while his aesthetics may dazzle some, others view the mage as strange or negatively odd. Distant with tones of melancholy, Cassian's general aura may not mesh well with many, making others prone to moving away from him or getting aggravated by his lack of involvement with their affairs. While speaking in rhymes for trivial things can be a bother to him, Cassian can be in the presence of others without muttering a word for extended amounts of time, his silence or brief gestures being viewed as rude or unfriendly and turning some away from interactions with him. He generally dislikes those who have no etiquette, are obnoxiously loud or those who attempt to roughly invade his personal space. While not typically violent, Cassian is known to be brutal and precise in exacting the consequences upon those who have significantly wronged him or another he deems worth protecting.
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[attr="class","personsec2"] LOVERS
[attr="class","persondetails"]
Love is a concept known by Cassian but not usually felt; he is capable of the emotion and while heterosexual, his behavior and mentality links him very closely to asexuality too. Not opposed to relationships, the vessel is also incredibly aware of his situation - a rhyming, pale magician who dresses quite vibrantly due to his "curse". Indeed, Cassian knows he must not come across as the most sensible option for most women. Due to this, the sorcerer is not one to chase and is more than content with spending his time acquiring more knowledge and spell-power. The most he may normally feel for a woman he is fond of is the sense to protect them and ensure none give them discomfort - acting more as a guardian instead of a lover. However, all locks must surely have a key.
During his first marriage to Catherine of Aragon, Henry conducted an affair with Mary Boleyn, Catherine's lady-in-waiting. There has been speculation that Mary's two children, Henry and Catherine Carey, were fathered by Henry, but this has never been proved, and the King never acknowledged them as he did Henry FitzRoy.
In 1525, as Henry grew more impatient with Catherine's inability to produce the male heir he desired,he became enamoured of Mary Boleyn's sister, Anne, then a charismatic young woman of 25 in the Queen's entourage.Anne, however, resisted his attempts to seduce her, and refused to become his mistress as her sister Mary Boleyn had. It was in this context that Henry considered his three options for finding a dynastic successor and hence resolving what came to be described at court as the King's "great matter". These options were legitimising Henry FitzRoy, which would take the intervention of the pope and would be open to challenge; marrying off Mary as soon as possible and hoping for a grandson to inherit directly, but Mary was considered unlikely to conceive before Henry's death; or somehow rejecting Catherine and marrying someone else of child-bearing age.
Probably seeing the possibility of marrying Anne, the third was ultimately the most attractive possibility to the 34-year-old Henry and it soon became the King's absorbing desire to annul his marriage to the now 40-year-old Catherine. It was a decision that would lead Henry to reject papal authority and initiate the English Reformation.
SP. SKILL: [ MAN OF THE MASK ] — PErforming seems to be your new way of life, yeah? From rhyming schemes to magic tricks. In some way shape or form, you have become one with the art of entertainment. And, what better way to amuse the masses than by the art of impressions? Though, this is magic we're talking about. So it goes a step further than simple vocal mimicry. After covering your face with your palms in peek-a-boo fashion, you can shift the entirety of your face into that of another being! Of course, such a skill comes with limitations and clauses. One, to shift your face into another, you must have heard their voice and know their name. And two, the transformation only lasts for a short period of time. But never fear, as you grow stronger, so does your skill ( Transformations start out lasting for 2 posts. Then, per Rank, last 1 post longer. ★ = 2 posts, ★★ = 3 posts, etc.). Also, it's not just their face you can imitate. But, as you may have already guessed, their voice too! Once your transformation has faded, you must wait to perform the skill again (cooldown is +1 the lasting time. so: up 2 down 3, up 3 down 4, etc.)
INVENTORY
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WEAPONRY
NAME: ALBA VACUO (WHITE VACUUM)[break]
CLASS: D[break]
DESCRIPTION: A signature component of Cassian's inventory, Alba Vacuo is indispensable in many situations. The mystical item is a flawlessly white handkerchief with minor stretching properties, fourteen inches by fourteen inches in size. In each corner is a singular, small symbol seemingly printed in royal blue; a heart, a club, a spade and a diamond. Unable to be stained, any substance seems to simply roll off the magical material as if it were rejecting any type of tarnishing. [break][break] Alba Vacuo earns its name from the ability imbued into it; the handkerchief can literally swallow up any and all items or forms of energy (within one rank of power) in an instant, hostile or not. When spread open and placed over an object or energy, it "vacuums" it all up indiscriminately through the center of the handkerchief and deposits it into a separate pocket dimension away from the physical world; aesthetically it appears as making something disappear under a cloth. Larger objects will make the handkerchief puff out more at the closed end before it flattens down just as quickly as it came up. Obviously so, nothing in this dimension can be called back to the physical world without the say so of Cassian. However, to do so would require a hefty amount of concentration and some time to accurately pinpoint and bring out said item. [break][break] While Alba Vacuo can be used to negate incoming projectiles or conveniently gobble up stray items, it is not without its flaws. If the said item or energy cannot be contained through the middle of the handkerchief due to the sheer size of said concept, the magical item can only swallow up as much as it can while the rest will continue its trajectory outside the confines of the item dimensions. Suggestively, that also includes elements such as excess fire or electricity which would overwhelm the sizing of the mystical item and end up setting Cassian's hands alight in the process. [break][break] This stops Alba Vacuo from swallowing up things like whole people, boulders, raging blazes or anything substantially bigger than the average human skull. However, in the case of longer items such as a sword, the vacuum can still apply; if the blade's tip went through the handkerchief's middle in a horizontal placement, it could be vacuumed into Alba Vacuo like that of a sheath. Vertically though, it would be impossible as long as the sword (or similar object) in question were taller than the handkerchief. If the handkerchief is ever damaged by a force too strong, Cassian can repair it via harnessing magical energy into it over the span of sixty minutes; this cannot be done in combat. [break]
TRANSFORMATION
APPEARANCE: Describe your transformation. An image(s) is/are most certainly welcomed as well.
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TIRO FINALE: name your ability?[break]
DESCRIPTION: describe your ability.[break]
ABILITIES
NAME: CASCADING CARDS[break]
CLASS: D[break]
DESCRIPTION: A flurry of up to fourteen playing cards surrounds various areas of Cassian's body like that of an aura, levitating and following his motions a couple of inches away from his physical form. Each card is razor sharp around the edges, capable of slicing and stabbing into human skin, the added magical component to the cards giving it a step up from paper cuts. While general body damage will not kill or severely damage in most cases, the keen edges of the card can cause severe consequences when cut across vital areas susceptible to slashing trauma such as the throat or wrists. Cassian is able to manipulate these cards at will through mental means, usually by rapidly projecting them towards opponents or using them to hinder the attacks of his adversaries. Each card can deflect a spell similar to its own strength while also ripping or disintegrating in the process, although attacks that encompass a large scale can easily overwhelm the card's size and continue onward toward Cassian himself, albeit with some force nullified. While capable of stabbing into skin, they do not cut deep enough to be considered lethal at most areas of the body; the cards are also extremely vulnerable to fire which can spark the cards into ashes quickly. Not surprisingly, strong and immediate gusts of wind can interrupt the trajectory of them too. The cards in question are normally typical playing cards found on his person which are magically enhanced by the spell, although when in dire need he can create them from nothing at the added cost of notable drain. [break]
★ A creature roamed the galaxy once upon a time, preying upon victims both frail and strong, maliciously tormenting and slaying in the name of malignant glee. Said to have been a magnificent magician corrupted by his own dark nature, he became a monstrous, jester-like persona through hellish sorcery. Powerful, twisted and enigmatic, the being moved swift, struck firmly and possessed devilish quantities of deviant magic; coupled with the sadistic delight of other's discomfort, it was eventually known as the jester fiend, Knevus. It tormented without prejudice, without reason and without mercy. Servants and adversaries of Chaos both drew its attention and presence, its distractions and its attacks. A blight upon existence, one that none welcomed yet none could truly expel. Eventually, tenacious and grand forces from Chaos rose up - sick of the troublesome menace that hindered its movements - in a monumental moment when the fiend attempted a wide-scale storm of clownish despair; the malevolent jester was vanquished amidst a maddening skirmish, Chaos and its foes resuming their everlasting struggle. A notorious fable which time gladly let fade away, the deaths and broken minds of its targets forgotten after generations, nefarious legends smothered through countless, passing years.
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peculiar, prodigious outcast
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★ Raised in a wealthy family of high class, Cassian was brought up proper and strict. His posture was picturesque, his manners were impressive and his aura was regal. His parents were never the most affectionate nor the most loving, although they ensured their son took in the necessary values and motions of the noble world; perhaps out of love or perhaps out of the need to not be embarrassed. Prodigious, the boy was a natural at many tasks, carrying an intuitive mind and photographic reflexes that allowed him to understand things quicker than most and perform physical skills impressively not long after witnessing them in action, provided it was logical for his body to allow. Expected to become both very intelligent and talented, he was never too interested in the expectations at that age. [break][break] ★ Much to his parents' dismay, the young boy had a subtle fascination with magic tricks; adoring the illusions given by sleight of hand, misdirection, the flair of gaudier tricks and the general performance of it all, Cassian practiced on his own when away from his parents. Indulging him slightly in order to maintain his focus on his studies and upbringing, they hired a magician to train him a couple days per week; these were some of his most fond times as a boy. Of course, his parents never did think much of this and simply assumed that entertaining this little phase of his life would only be temporary before he grew bored and moved on. [break][break] ★ Slithers of a voice and dark urges began to sneak around his head, more so from the age of eleven, lingering in temptation although Cassian knew better and ignored the thoughts. It was around this time, that Knevus had begun to plant the seeds of his influence upon the unknowing vessel. Continuing the study of magic tricks and illusions, Cassian had begun to aggravate his parents; they were troubled by the fact that their boy still continued with such games and knew that no wealthy upper-class individual trifled with such things. Added to it, the boy even began to speak in rhymes, sometimes for sentences on end, sometimes not for days until it would resume again. Rhymes? Magic tricks? They were losing their patience and scolding the aloof boy always seemed to push him more to parlor tricks than away from them. As time went by, they became more and more embarrassed at the thought of introducing their child - and even considered having a new baby. [break][break] ★ On a fateful day, a function involving many upper-class families and even nobles was taking place, the halls decorated with food, wine, fancy dresses and tailored suits. Many had brought their children too. Cassian was generally a quiet boy with an air of grace around him; keeping to himself and playing with his cards, he practiced his craft innocently on his knees. However, a group of similar aged kids approached - each belonging to one noble or rich family - a judgmental gaze upon the boy. "Show us a trick." One at the front asked; Cassian obliged. In the middle of the trick, he snatched it from Cassian's digits, scrunching the card up while booting the deck of cards from his other hand, a flurry of spades, aces, hearts and diamonds fluttering to the floor. Stunned as they laughed, as he knelt there Cassian was - firstly and truly - infuriated. "You must not let him get away with that. Ohoho, you must certainly not." In an act that made the entire ballroom halt, Cassian stood and snapped the boy's fingers back, snatching the card - the Joker - from the broken digits and grasping his head immediately after. Slamming the boy's face down into the floor, Cassian hammered down a rain of punches while holding his head down, beating the boy near half to death, a red veil across the victim's expression as gasps and cries went on. The voice and dark pressure goading him into this eventually faded and Cassian was left to look at the beaten person beneath him, the shrieks of women filling his ears as he caught the view of his parents staring at him from across the room in despair. [break][break] ★ As people began to close in worryingly, questions were shouted, demanding to know whose child it was. Again and again, the inquiries belted into the air, asking who this ruthless child belong to; still no answer. Within reach of strangers who attempted to grab the boy, Cassian looked over at this parents whose eyes still held grief, shock and disappoint in their hues. With no words further said, he turned and ran, escaping out of the nearest window and fleeing off into the woods. [break][break] ★ A passing carnival was stationed close-by; Cassian soon turned up, now an orphan of sorts. Nowhere to go and no one to see, he approached. Introducing himself in that classy manner which he was brought up on, the performers were surprised to see his sentence rhymed with the next. Then the next rhymed with the one after that. And it continued, again and again. For Knevus, the jester fiend, did find it oh so amusing to inflict the urge upon Cassian like a curse of sorts. While a spirit to the young man who was a vessel, the darkness of such a creature with a malicious, overpowering mentality like his could influence the living subject much more than many other past spirits could. It was not long until Knevus' pushed the regime of applying face paint and flamboyant clothing upon Cassian, gripping his thoughts and influencing his actions in the entertaining ways that he could, the darker aspects of his presence inside the vessel unable to be forced into him. Acts such as brutal killings and ruthless tricks were wanted by the jester fiend, although the growing Cassian could repress those desires. [break][break] ★ Over the years, Cassian grew to understand his powers more, mixing tricks and illusions with real magic, the essence of his being as a vessel granting him sorcery he never thought were truly possible. Few and far between interactions with the spirit inside of him let him know of how his mind and speech were cursed, the fiendish delight of this psychopathic past soul a contrast to the composed, phlegmatic magician harboring him. Rhyming his sentences while dressing like a peculiar magician or sorts were the unavoidable burdens of his new powers, dark urges of violence and mischief always pressed by Knevus too, although Cassian was very good at disregarding the jester's corrupt compulsions. Cassian once speculated that to somehow stop rhyming when speaking would allow the space for the darker urges to push on uninterrupted, although he had no proof to the theory. [break][break] ★ With no real purpose, the magician has taken it upon himself to learn as much as he can of the magical arts - real magic now - and become the most powerful being he can in order to take control of his life again, away from the dastardly fiend inside of his head and to become a being of legendary skill in the process. Finding himself in New Paris with the travelling circus, Cassian is more of an independent act, coming and going as he pleases, no true direction to follow while Knevus inside craves for revenge against Chaos itself. A mysterious, rhyming magician roaming the land with a darkness buried beneath his bright exterior.
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