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nobody wants to be the weak one.
we all wanna go from strength to strength
13 February 2030 @ 07:41 pm
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27 December 2020 @ 02:51 pm
NAME. Cassel Sharpe
CANON. Curse Workers
OOC PREFERENCES.
IC CHARACTERISTICS.
IC PERMISSIONS.
CANON. Curse Workers
OOC PREFERENCES.
→ CONTACT: My plurk (porphyrogene) is always open for friendage, or PMs work too!
→ FOURTH WALLING / CANON PUNCTURE: No fourth walling; the series isn't popular enough to warrant it, so I'd rather not. Canon puncture is perfectly fine, though!
→ BACKTAGGING: Hell yes!
→ THREADJACKING: Fuck yeah!
→ OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Sexual assault/abuse and rape are difficult subjects for me OOCly, as is disordered eating. Please PM me if you think these things are going to come up.
→ PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: She/her/hers are fine!
IC CHARACTERISTICS.
→ CANON POINT: Post-Black Heart.
→ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Cassel is seventeen, good looking, tan-skinned, and dark-featured. He dresses well most of the time and sloppily the rest of the time; however, he keeps himself well-groomed overall. He wears gloves 24/7 so as not to accidentally turn someone into a snail.
→ DEMEANOR: Cassel tends to play into the mysterious, brooding young man archetype, mostly in order to get sympathy but also because he is pretty much the broodiest. He acts like he has all the swag, but he really only has a small amount of swag. He uses sarcasm as a defense, so expect to hear a lot of that, as well as some mean-spirited and possibly hypocritical commentary on your life choices!
→ ABILITIES: Cassel's a worker, which means he has a more-or-less-magical skill that he can use if he has hand-to-skin contact with another person - hence the gloves. Not only is he a worker, but he's a transformation worker, the rarest of them all and maybe the most dangerous. He can turn anything into anything else, with no care for where all that extra matter goes. (Don't question it, it's magic.) By extension, he can also kill anyone with a touch, simply by turning them into something inanimate. The catch to all of this is the bigger his work, the worse the blowback is, and he gets blowback of some kind every time he works. What you need to know about blowback is: he turns into a walking, talking, flopping, writhing bodyhorror for a couple of minutes. Then he's okay and has the normal number of eyes again.
→ MEDICAL INFORMATION: Pretty much the above. Nobody be surprised if he becomes Cthulhu by accident?
→ CABIN INFORMATION: 7-09; a perfect replica of his dorm room at Wallingford, an expensive private school. It's economical in size but well-furnished, with two desks, two lamps, two beds, etc. There's generally a pair of comfortable gloves lying around somewhere, either leather or cotton, always black. On one side of the room, Cassel's side, the walls are blank and undecorated, and while it looks lived-in, it doesn't look like somebody with a personality lives there. The other side, where Cassel's roommate would stay, is decorated with posters of terrible B-movies and other nerd necessities. Also on this side are schoolbooks, though they've been tucked under the bed. Cassel's desk holds a hand-sized figurine of a white cat.
→ OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Trust, family, emotional and physical manipulation/abuse.
IC PERMISSIONS.
→ PHYSICAL AFFECTION: If he can get something out of it, he'll roll with it. Otherwise he'll just look at you like you're stupid. Go for it, nevertheless.
→ MENTAL: PM me first, but broadly yes!
→ MIMICRY: Go for it! But PM me.
→ PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Absolutely.
→ PSYCHOLOGICAL VIOLENCE: Do it. PM me about the triggers I mentioned above or if it will have long-term effects, but otherwise let's go nuts.
→ MAGIC: PM me!
→ DEBATE: Go for it!
→ CHARACTER DEATH: PM me, but probably!
13 February 2019 @ 07:45 pm
24 December 2018 @ 01:17 am
13 February 2017 @ 07:51 pm
27 December 2016 @ 02:16 pm
26 June 2015 @ 09:09 pm
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[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
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[Recovering from being disemboweled physically took about forty-five seconds. Recovering psychologically is taking a little bit longer. Cassel takes comfort in simple tasks and routines in the meantime, trying not to think about what happened with Creed or what happened in the Enclosure or what's going to happen next. There's this feeling like the other shoe is going to drop - not uncommon on the Barge, but not something he wants to deal with, either.]
[During the day, when he's not in the gym, he spends time in his room or in the common rooms with yarn in his lap, curled up in an armchair, knitting and purling on autopilot. He has no idea what he's making, which is usually how he goes about things. Eventually he casts off and picks it up, examining it in the light. It appears to be a tiny sweater with at least three arms.]
[He never said he was good at this.]
[At night, a lithe black cat roams the halls. To Cassel's credit, this time he's wearing a little blue collar with a name tag. On the other hand, it took him this long to come up with that, so maybe he's not so smart after all. He curls up on the backs of couches, winds between people's legs, and wanders into cabins behind their occupants, purring loudly and very insistently.]
30 May 2015 @ 10:43 pm
spam } mickey
[Getting paired up again is exactly what he needed. He's happy about that part. That part is great. It's the rest of it that's messing him up. He's bad enough at having friends as it is; he doesn't need this shit to complicate it. If it'd been a stranger, or somebody he could pick apart without feeling bad about it--]
[But it's not. It's not, it's Mickey, the person Cassel probably feels closest to in the world right now besides Chris, and it's his job to not fuck this up.]
[Which almost guarantees that he's going to fuck this up.]
[The file arrives in his cabin as soon as the announcement goes up, teetering on the top of the pile on his desk. He just looks at it, trying to stare it down, thinking maybe it'll get up and go away again if he just waits a little while. It doesn't. So he leaves it where it is and slides out the door, heading to Mickey's cabin.]
[His knock is light, almost shy. But there's really no question about who it is, this close to the announcement.]
video } warden filter
What do you do when you get paired up with a friend? Like a really good friend.
[It seems way harder, somehow.]
[Getting paired up again is exactly what he needed. He's happy about that part. That part is great. It's the rest of it that's messing him up. He's bad enough at having friends as it is; he doesn't need this shit to complicate it. If it'd been a stranger, or somebody he could pick apart without feeling bad about it--]
[But it's not. It's not, it's Mickey, the person Cassel probably feels closest to in the world right now besides Chris, and it's his job to not fuck this up.]
[Which almost guarantees that he's going to fuck this up.]
[The file arrives in his cabin as soon as the announcement goes up, teetering on the top of the pile on his desk. He just looks at it, trying to stare it down, thinking maybe it'll get up and go away again if he just waits a little while. It doesn't. So he leaves it where it is and slides out the door, heading to Mickey's cabin.]
[His knock is light, almost shy. But there's really no question about who it is, this close to the announcement.]
video } warden filter
What do you do when you get paired up with a friend? Like a really good friend.
[It seems way harder, somehow.]
16 May 2015 @ 04:01 pm
[Cassel's in his room, rearranging his drawer of scraps in some order discernible only to him. Ilia is perched on a high shelf, his eyes narrowed and tail twitching, disturbed by the commotion and looking ready to jump down onto Cassel's shoulders at any moment. As he rummages, Cassel addresses the camera; the moment he turns towards it, a bruise slides into view on his left temple, light and mottled black. He seems not to notice it.]
A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]
Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]
Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.
A few things. First of all, if anybody who's not all Admiral-ed up has a problem with the power outages, I think - I think I can make flashlights and lamps that don't need to be powered. [He's speaking specifically to Morgana here, but he doesn't know everybody's hangups, either, so he's leaving it open to the Barge as a whole.]
Second of all, has anybody actually gotten anywhere with the ship? Steering it or anything? Because this seems like it's getting kind of. Critical. [As Dean so astutely pointed out.]
Last thing - I know nobody cares right now, but we still need staff for the gym. At least one more person. If you feel like going slightly less stir-crazy while we're marooned in the middle of nowhere, apply now.
15 April 2015 @ 02:20 pm
[Cassel has no idea that anything bad is happening on the ship. In fact, he has no idea where the ship is, a fact that's freaking him out considerably less than it usually would be.]
[Why? Because all around him is weirdness the likes of which he's never seen before. He's seen at least five Batmans in the crowd already, and six Lokis. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of Carney, with everyone having something to say and something for sale, having to elbow through the crowd to get anywhere.]
[He thinks he's in love with this place.]
[Come find him anywhere at the con, where he will be walking down the booths with a shit-eating grin on his face.]
[Why? Because all around him is weirdness the likes of which he's never seen before. He's seen at least five Batmans in the crowd already, and six Lokis. It reminds him of the hustle and bustle of Carney, with everyone having something to say and something for sale, having to elbow through the crowd to get anywhere.]
[He thinks he's in love with this place.]
[Come find him anywhere at the con, where he will be walking down the booths with a shit-eating grin on his face.]
01 April 2015 @ 06:27 pm
wichita's gone. her cabin's blank.
first one of the month, i guess.
spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )
[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]
[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]
[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]
[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]
first one of the month, i guess.
spam } morgause ( tw; self-injury )
[He's been spending a lot of time as a cat lately. If you asked him why, he wouldn't be able to tell you. Probably he'd say something snide like four legs are better than one and then change the subject, like you wouldn't notice the stunt he was trying to pull.]
[The truth is twofold. He wants to hurt. Very badly, even now, he wants to hurt. It's self-flagellating, because Kon's suit is tucked away in his closet gathering dust, and there's nothing to protect him from pain anymore.]
[The other reason is that he misses home, and this form is inextricably connected with his home. The feel of fur down his back reminds him of Lila in his bed, and missing her is a familiar, if dulled, ache. Another way to hurt is remembering.]
[When he sees Morgause vanishing down the hall after breakfast, he follows after her. Not because he likes her - he doesn't know her from Adam - but because she's Morgana's, and Morgana is (tangentially) his. His paws tread silently down the hall behind her, but she might notice him by a prickling at the back of her neck: he's staring at her, unwavering, unblinking.]
23 March 2015 @ 01:16 pm
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This is bullshit.
["This" being the black, silky ears he's sprouted in the wake of the flood. His long tail, equally black and twitching with irritation, pokes out from under his blanket, where he's curled up and sulking. The camera's at a skewed angle, balanced on the edge of his pillow.]
I just woke up like this. I didn't even do it. If it's gonna happen, I want to at least be the one to do it. I want . . .
[He trails off, his eyes distant and dull. When they snap back into focus, he sits up slowly, blankets falling around him, and narrows his eyes.]
It's supposed to hurt.
[And then he begins to change: skin rippling, body changing, limbs twisting. He grows a third arm, and then a fourth, the new ones vestigial, skinless, ugly. Growths emerge across his face, limning his high cheekbones. He curls up in the fetal position; you can hear bones crack, shift, curl, and break. All the while he's crying out in a dog's whine, an ugly helpless yet somehow angry noise. The blankets tangle around his shifting feet as they grow bark and tentacles and recede into stubs.]
[Eventually, endlessly, he is still. The ears and tail have gone completely.]
This is bullshit.
["This" being the black, silky ears he's sprouted in the wake of the flood. His long tail, equally black and twitching with irritation, pokes out from under his blanket, where he's curled up and sulking. The camera's at a skewed angle, balanced on the edge of his pillow.]
I just woke up like this. I didn't even do it. If it's gonna happen, I want to at least be the one to do it. I want . . .
[He trails off, his eyes distant and dull. When they snap back into focus, he sits up slowly, blankets falling around him, and narrows his eyes.]
It's supposed to hurt.
[And then he begins to change: skin rippling, body changing, limbs twisting. He grows a third arm, and then a fourth, the new ones vestigial, skinless, ugly. Growths emerge across his face, limning his high cheekbones. He curls up in the fetal position; you can hear bones crack, shift, curl, and break. All the while he's crying out in a dog's whine, an ugly helpless yet somehow angry noise. The blankets tangle around his shifting feet as they grow bark and tentacles and recede into stubs.]
[Eventually, endlessly, he is still. The ears and tail have gone completely.]
04 March 2015 @ 08:52 pm
21 January 2015 @ 09:12 pm
[All of a sudden, Cassel isn't anywhere.]
[He doesn't show up at the gym to work. He doesn't show up in the dining hall to eat - in fact, he's been noticeably absent from the public space for several days now. His door doesn't open. He doesn't emerge, and nobody seems to be going in, either.]
[He stays huddled in his room, in Sam's bed, not his own, blankets up to his ears. He sleeps. He hides. He doesn't speak; anyone who tries to get in contact with him receives brusque texts back, if they get anything.]
[On the third day after being fixed - nominally fixed, anyway - he eats a cracker and considers it a personal victory.]
[On the fourth day, a small black cat accompanies Ilia out into the halls, skulking by his side and hiding his face in the fan of the larger cat's tail.]
[He doesn't show up at the gym to work. He doesn't show up in the dining hall to eat - in fact, he's been noticeably absent from the public space for several days now. His door doesn't open. He doesn't emerge, and nobody seems to be going in, either.]
[He stays huddled in his room, in Sam's bed, not his own, blankets up to his ears. He sleeps. He hides. He doesn't speak; anyone who tries to get in contact with him receives brusque texts back, if they get anything.]
[On the third day after being fixed - nominally fixed, anyway - he eats a cracker and considers it a personal victory.]
[On the fourth day, a small black cat accompanies Ilia out into the halls, skulking by his side and hiding his face in the fan of the larger cat's tail.]
01 January 2015 @ 03:53 pm
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[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]
[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]
[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]
private } chris
Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?
private } wichita
You and me, we've got a date. You ready?
filter } inmates
Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.
I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.
( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )
[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]
[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]
[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]
private } chris
Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?
private } wichita
You and me, we've got a date. You ready?
filter } inmates
Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.
I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.
( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )
11 December 2014 @ 06:10 pm
So, now that everybody's not infants anymore, we're leaving. For a while. Going to Chris's world and mine.
[Cassel looks the tiniest bit uncertain about this, glancing to Chris like you take this, I don't know what else to say.]
Yeah, so nobody blow up the ship while we're gone. Iris, can you watch the dogs? And Loki, you were an adorable kid and I'll bring back Oreos if you promise not to do anything stupid while I'm gone.
Anyway, we should be back in just a couple of days, hopefully [hopefully?? definitely?? help], at least in Barge time. So nobody break shit.
Oh, and we're kidnapping Scott.
Scottyyydog. Vamanos.
( ooc; cassel and chris are going to kick-ass land and then curse workers land. during their time in cassel's world they're going to be worked by cassel's mom to essentially switch personalities for a little while. more on this in return posts, which will be monday-ish! )
( cut for gift list! )
[Cassel looks the tiniest bit uncertain about this, glancing to Chris like you take this, I don't know what else to say.]
Yeah, so nobody blow up the ship while we're gone. Iris, can you watch the dogs? And Loki, you were an adorable kid and I'll bring back Oreos if you promise not to do anything stupid while I'm gone.
Anyway, we should be back in just a couple of days, hopefully [hopefully?? definitely?? help], at least in Barge time. So nobody break shit.
Oh, and we're kidnapping Scott.
Scottyyydog. Vamanos.
( ooc; cassel and chris are going to kick-ass land and then curse workers land. during their time in cassel's world they're going to be worked by cassel's mom to essentially switch personalities for a little while. more on this in return posts, which will be monday-ish! )
( cut for gift list! )
08 December 2014 @ 01:37 pm
[Anywhere Cassel could conceivably be underfoot, he absolutely is. Trying to get something done in the infirmary? He's standing right by your leg, staring up at you and hoping for a snack. Trying to get into the Enclosure? Here he is already, trying to pick the lock with his teeny-tiny fingers. Trying to go to the bathroom? He's waiting by the door.]
[Find him anywhere and everywhere that's least convenient and most annoying.]
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[As soon as Cassel figures out how to use the camera on this thing, he starts recording and broadcasting everything even remotely interesting to the network. For example, he finds a nice flower in the greenhouse and broadcasts that. He likes Barbara's shoes, records those, shows everybody.]
[But his penultimate broadcast is when he finds his Christmas sweater. His communicator is balanced at the edge of his desk in his room, while he holds the sweater up above his head, stretched out on tiptoes so it doesn't brush the floor.]
It's too big! [He is so angry about this. He wants to wear it right now.]
( ooc; replies coming from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
brothermayi! )
[Find him anywhere and everywhere that's least convenient and most annoying.]
video
[As soon as Cassel figures out how to use the camera on this thing, he starts recording and broadcasting everything even remotely interesting to the network. For example, he finds a nice flower in the greenhouse and broadcasts that. He likes Barbara's shoes, records those, shows everybody.]
[But his penultimate broadcast is when he finds his Christmas sweater. His communicator is balanced at the edge of his desk in his room, while he holds the sweater up above his head, stretched out on tiptoes so it doesn't brush the floor.]
It's too big! [He is so angry about this. He wants to wear it right now.]
( ooc; replies coming from
brothermayi! )17 November 2014 @ 01:43 pm
So, I know she talked to some of you about this already. But I thought I'd make sure everybody knew, so nobody worries-- I--
Needy graduated. She didn't go home, yet, probably because her home's total bullshit [and he's pretty sure she's still wanted there??]. Sunny, haunted Beacon Hills, California was the destination of choice, for those of you who really need to know.
Anybody who wanted to say goodbye and didn't get a chance to, um, I can probably get a message to her. And by "I can get a message to her" I mean "I can have Iris get a message to her".
Needy graduated. She didn't go home, yet, probably because her home's total bullshit [and he's pretty sure she's still wanted there??]. Sunny, haunted Beacon Hills, California was the destination of choice, for those of you who really need to know.
Anybody who wanted to say goodbye and didn't get a chance to, um, I can probably get a message to her. And by "I can get a message to her" I mean "I can have Iris get a message to her".