capeandcowl application
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PLAYER
NAME: Jillian
JOURNAL: dayofjudah
IM: dayofjudah
E-MAIL: robotprophet@gmail.com
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Cassandra Cain
FANDOM: DC
BACKGROUND: The daughter of Shiva Wusan and David Cain, Cass was raised by her father and the League of Assassins as an experiment in creating the perfect bodyguard for Ra's al Ghul. Cain never spoke to her or allowed her to learn speech as a child normally would, resulting in a uniquely comic book *SCIENCE!* reprogramming of certain parts of her brain the parts that processed verbal language now processed body language, with all its attendant subtleties and nuances. While this gave her the ability anticipate people's moves, it left her unable to read, write, or speak. Her father also put her through intense training from a very young age, including martial arts, weaponry, and pain tolerance ("two for flinching" with a gun). When she was eight, Cain tested her by instructing her to kill a businessman, which Cassandra thought at the time was a game. At the deathblow, however, she could fully read his reaction and was horrified at the "terror and then... nothing" she saw.
After that, she vowed not to kill again and ran away from Cain, spending ten years homeless and wandering until showing up in Gotham during the events of No Man's Land. She became one of Oracle's agents, and upon saving Commissioner Gordon's life, Batgirl. Eventually, a telepath did "rewire" her brain to better understand language and to think in words rather than actions; this is how she has learned to speak, albeit haltingly, and she still has trouble reading and writing. Lady Shiva helped her recover the fighting ability that the telepath unwittingly hindered at the cost of a death duel in a year's time, during which Cass died. Shiva revived her, however, and when they fought again, Cass was the winner. In time, Cassandra came to suspect Shiva was her mother, and sought her out for confirmation. A split in the League of Assassin's loyalties, however, half to Cassandra and half to Shiva, led to physical conflict and lots and lots of death (Cass, again, and also Shiva, both revived with the Lazarus Pit). Cass ultimately walked away from the experience with a new perspective on her life and where she wanted to go from here. It's from this point that I would like to play her.
POWER: For this game, I'd like Cass to have the ability to write Navajo even though it's only a spoken language fix small electrical appliances (TVs, toasters, etc.) by hitting them. (Gently. Obviously if she FIST OF DESTRUCTIONs them, they will not work by dint of being in many small pieces.)
CLASS: Hero!
SUPERHERO NAME: Batgirl
ALTER EGO: Cassandra Cain, bike courier.
FIRST PERSON: This... is this writing what I say? Okay. Will it do a, a journal? Oracle said journals are good, for... perspective. I had one, in sound. For cases. She said reading was faster. Maybe I could have lessons? Again? I'm not very good. ... Well, I'm. Pretty awful. Sometimes, I want to give up. But I need words, not just... what I've always known. Movement. People change, second to second. Everything changes. But words stay, even when... you're gone.
THIRD PERSON: The City was nothing like Gotham.
Nor was it Blüdhaven (wicked little stepsister, Nightwing says out of her memories, smiling, and Zero shyly kisses her) or any of the other cities she'd hidden in, one after another like a cracked and dirty string of pearls. But there was a tension, much of which had to do with the Iron Man and his portal, the disappearance of police, and the burgeoning population of would-be vigilantes straining at its rain-slicked granite and brick.
And the sky was heavy with the promise of more precipitation, the claustrophobic tilt of clouds darkening further with the approach of night. Cassandra paced the boundary of one rooftop to another, a small black figure against a wide gray sky. Without the grappling gun, the only tool she used with any frequency back home, travel was a little slower. With a leap here and some climbing there, she made her way to the more squalid areas of town, listening for all the sounds she'd grown to know intimately patrolling other urban labyrinths, in other places, in other times. In moments like this, she felt old, eternal; once, she hadn't been able to think of doing anything else. Now she knew there were other paths, and other people that wanted her to be there, to lead them and do what she'd been born to do. But those ways weren't an option. This was what she had chosen, and this was who she would be. Batgirl.
PLAYER
NAME: Jillian
JOURNAL: dayofjudah
IM: dayofjudah
E-MAIL: robotprophet@gmail.com
[CHARACTER INFO]
CHARACTER NAME: Cassandra Cain
FANDOM: DC
BACKGROUND: The daughter of Shiva Wusan and David Cain, Cass was raised by her father and the League of Assassins as an experiment in creating the perfect bodyguard for Ra's al Ghul. Cain never spoke to her or allowed her to learn speech as a child normally would, resulting in a uniquely comic book *SCIENCE!* reprogramming of certain parts of her brain the parts that processed verbal language now processed body language, with all its attendant subtleties and nuances. While this gave her the ability anticipate people's moves, it left her unable to read, write, or speak. Her father also put her through intense training from a very young age, including martial arts, weaponry, and pain tolerance ("two for flinching" with a gun). When she was eight, Cain tested her by instructing her to kill a businessman, which Cassandra thought at the time was a game. At the deathblow, however, she could fully read his reaction and was horrified at the "terror and then... nothing" she saw.
After that, she vowed not to kill again and ran away from Cain, spending ten years homeless and wandering until showing up in Gotham during the events of No Man's Land. She became one of Oracle's agents, and upon saving Commissioner Gordon's life, Batgirl. Eventually, a telepath did "rewire" her brain to better understand language and to think in words rather than actions; this is how she has learned to speak, albeit haltingly, and she still has trouble reading and writing. Lady Shiva helped her recover the fighting ability that the telepath unwittingly hindered at the cost of a death duel in a year's time, during which Cass died. Shiva revived her, however, and when they fought again, Cass was the winner. In time, Cassandra came to suspect Shiva was her mother, and sought her out for confirmation. A split in the League of Assassin's loyalties, however, half to Cassandra and half to Shiva, led to physical conflict and lots and lots of death (Cass, again, and also Shiva, both revived with the Lazarus Pit). Cass ultimately walked away from the experience with a new perspective on her life and where she wanted to go from here. It's from this point that I would like to play her.
POWER: For this game, I'd like Cass to have the ability to write Navajo even though it's only a spoken language fix small electrical appliances (TVs, toasters, etc.) by hitting them. (Gently. Obviously if she FIST OF DESTRUCTIONs them, they will not work by dint of being in many small pieces.)
CLASS: Hero!
SUPERHERO NAME: Batgirl
ALTER EGO: Cassandra Cain, bike courier.
FIRST PERSON: This... is this writing what I say? Okay. Will it do a, a journal? Oracle said journals are good, for... perspective. I had one, in sound. For cases. She said reading was faster. Maybe I could have lessons? Again? I'm not very good. ... Well, I'm. Pretty awful. Sometimes, I want to give up. But I need words, not just... what I've always known. Movement. People change, second to second. Everything changes. But words stay, even when... you're gone.
THIRD PERSON: The City was nothing like Gotham.
Nor was it Blüdhaven (wicked little stepsister, Nightwing says out of her memories, smiling, and Zero shyly kisses her) or any of the other cities she'd hidden in, one after another like a cracked and dirty string of pearls. But there was a tension, much of which had to do with the Iron Man and his portal, the disappearance of police, and the burgeoning population of would-be vigilantes straining at its rain-slicked granite and brick.
And the sky was heavy with the promise of more precipitation, the claustrophobic tilt of clouds darkening further with the approach of night. Cassandra paced the boundary of one rooftop to another, a small black figure against a wide gray sky. Without the grappling gun, the only tool she used with any frequency back home, travel was a little slower. With a leap here and some climbing there, she made her way to the more squalid areas of town, listening for all the sounds she'd grown to know intimately patrolling other urban labyrinths, in other places, in other times. In moments like this, she felt old, eternal; once, she hadn't been able to think of doing anything else. Now she knew there were other paths, and other people that wanted her to be there, to lead them and do what she'd been born to do. But those ways weren't an option. This was what she had chosen, and this was who she would be. Batgirl.