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"Well I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I could
It makes me wonder if I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad I haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
That's the impression that I get."
- The Impression That I Get, by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Caitlin Morgan Cade
- Cait
- Mo
- CMC
- Cade! (When non-family are angry with them)
Gender: AFAB ENBY (She/They)
Sexual Orientation: Asexual; Pan-Romantic.
Age: 21 (going on 22) | June 15th | Gemini
Witch or Warlock: Witch
Magic
Stunted by their lack of discipline in their youth, Cait's Magic lacks behind her peers in terms of power and consistency.
Transmutation
- Telekinesis; the general ability to hold, lift, and move objects through sheer concentration and willpower. Effectiveness is limited by factors of size, weight, and anchoring of the object(s) and time and focus invested by the user. Cait has rarely exceeded control over objects exceeding her bodyweight; when she has, it's been in moments or anger or excitement, and were short lived
- Levitation; Cait is able to use magic as a means of mobility and maneuvering. She's been limited to short spans of suspending herself in midair, and short range gliding; with training, true flight is possible.
Invocation
- Non-elemental Projections; channeling through a means comparable to Telekinesis, Cait is capable of producing elementally neutral blasts. Comprised of a vaguely visible energy projectile, these blasts are focused projectiles of kinetic energy that generally deal blunt force damage. Typically achieved to the extent of projecting comparable force to Caitlin's physical ability. Additional training yields heightened strength of projected force.
- Aerokinesis/Aeromancy; at age fifteen, Cait got into an argument with their parents, during which she inadvertently created a brief gale force wind, hinting at a potential for air/wind based magic. However, she's yet to cause such effects willingly, and hasn't done so to such an extreme since that day.
Conjuration
No measurable feats thus far.
No measurable feats thus far.
Psychology
Caitlin presents an outward expression of being a “cool” person; an embodiment of a surfer-like archetype. Seeming loose and well-adjusted, it’s uncommon for her to cut across as stressed or aggressive. Not one to flourish in excessive drama, she is likely to allow pettiness, gossip, and slander to roll off her back. In this sense, she isn't inclined to respond aggressively to verbal insults levied against her. She serves an oddly reliable confidant to whom to vent, as she almost never sees a need to willingly perpetuate things said to her behind closed doors; the rare instances to the contrary are done for the sake of either cutting off unnecessary conflict or ensuring that protection and help is provided to someone that needs it. She ideates a life of inner peace and simplicity. This can come across as nonchalance, and to an extent laziness depending on the circumstances, as her developed mentality is centered heavily around reducing mental and emotional taxations to a bare minimum.
Caitlin isn't without her wild side. A party goer in her own right, she's always up for a good time; concerts and festivals, and nights kicking back around a bonfire are more her scene, though she won't say no to a house party if she knows at least one person in attendance. The likes of alcohol, Marijuana, and other substances are staples in her recreational experience. Often filled with pent up energy, she seeks opportunities to get up and get active. She harbors a wanderlust, desiring to see and experience the world beyond the borders of her hometown.
As outgoing and friendly as most, Cait is amicable and welcoming to newcomers at first meeting. She's willing to give just about everyone a second chance.
To say that Cait's disposition is an entirely undaunted run of care free life would be inaccurate. Her 'chill' attitude belies an undertow of minor attention deficit and propensity for daydreaming; a trait that also plays into her uncanny willingness to hold rumors and gossip to herself. The nonchalance with which she addresses attempts to dig under her skin guards a dislike and fear of conflict, and a desire to not cause harm. At times, this can read as an unwillingness to defend herself. The cracks in Caitlin's facade begin showing when unable to shrug off or otherwise where the choice of Fight vs. Flight can leave her frozen in indecision, often concluding with a more aggressive turn away akin to frustration.
History
The child of Warlock Marcus Elliot Cade and Witch Morgan Elizabeth Cade. Caitlin Morgan Cade was born in Tanner, and raised among the Coven. Not sharing the fondness for magic or the particular sense of duty that her parents and other members of the coven held firmly to, she invested less than her peers in the way of developing her abilities, leaving much of her greater potential untapped. Instead, she was Enamored with street culture in nearby Seattle; Cait's interests tended more towards skating, concerts, parties, and 'herbal remedies.' Despite the best efforts of both her elders and her friends within the Coven, her progress remained stunted; her focus was frequently drifting to life outside of the Coven, when she'd go exploring, skating, or to another show. On a scarce few occasions she attempted to play hooky from a lesson, though it always came back to bite her: she was either caught and returned to her instructor, made to do chores, or, in one instance wherein she wasn't returned, subject to a late night sessions that bled into a school day, leaving no time for rest.
Yet the efforts of the Coven couldn't break her from the 'distracting train of thought' she was on.
Though she had managed good marks in high school, when the time came to go off to college, Cait was unenthused. Not caring much for sitting in a classroom for another four years, she opted to stay local, attending Seattle Central College on a two year degree program (mostly at the urging of her parents). She went on to spend the following two years living in the 206, taking classes by day, and rolling her skateboard in local amateur competitions by night. Placing high in all contests, in part due to her uncanny ability to land tricks even when she seemed guaranteed to bail. In the span of two years she built a reputation around the Seattle skating scene; thoughts of going pro ran through her head daily.
Two years, an Associate Degree, and a bank of prize money and part time paychecks later, she decided to bounce from the Northwest. Hopping the first bus south, she shredded in Oregon for half a year. When the chance came, she made the dip down to California, catching air and grinding rails on the San Francisco Bay area. When she wasn't on her board, she was in party mode, hitting up concerts and getting high. Through it all she came out with a handful of medals from competitions. Still, she rolled further south looking for a chance to wow a sponsor so she could skate in professional competitions. Figuring SoCal the place to be, she landed outside of L.A., in the town of Chino Hills, where she crashed on a friend's couch.
She'd get little more than one contest under belt before she was hoisted by her own baton.
She had attended a late night bonfire at Venice Beach. Half way through the night, the festivities spiraled out of control. Before anyone knew what was happening, the blinding flashes of red and blue strobe lights and the piercing cry of sirens broke through the masses. In a panic, the droves scattered and fled from the beach and into the city streets. Cait, pursued closely by an LAPD squad car, skated her way into a dead end back alley. Cornered between a wall and the police bearing down on her, she gathered her will… turning to the cop car, she skated headlong towards it. In a last second leap of faith, she ollie'd and, aided by small bit of Telekinesis, jumped clear over the car, and skated her way out of the jam.
In the wake of the narrow escape, Cait went into hiding, laying low in a safe house for almost a week. Once certain that the trouble had subsided she returned to her friend's house in Chino Hills. There waiting for her were the two people she least hoped to see: her parents. Having used the wiles and abilities of the Coven to track her down, they had arrived nearly two hours ahead of her. In hand, her father carried a tabloid headlined "Las Angeles Police Department Search for Suspects in Venice Beach Incident." Under the headline was a rough sketch of Caitlin, among others from the party. Dragging her out of the house and out of earshot, her father admonished her for her recklessness. He stressed that such actions could find their way back to the Coven, that if not for he and Cait's mother, the repercussions would have been more extreme.
Cait's parents concluded with an order from the Coven to return to Tanner; it was time, they explained, for her to buckle down and complete her training.
The next morning, flanked by mother and father, both wearing disappointed scowls, Caitlin boarded the first flight out from LAX to Seattle-Tacoma…
Yet the efforts of the Coven couldn't break her from the 'distracting train of thought' she was on.
Though she had managed good marks in high school, when the time came to go off to college, Cait was unenthused. Not caring much for sitting in a classroom for another four years, she opted to stay local, attending Seattle Central College on a two year degree program (mostly at the urging of her parents). She went on to spend the following two years living in the 206, taking classes by day, and rolling her skateboard in local amateur competitions by night. Placing high in all contests, in part due to her uncanny ability to land tricks even when she seemed guaranteed to bail. In the span of two years she built a reputation around the Seattle skating scene; thoughts of going pro ran through her head daily.
Two years, an Associate Degree, and a bank of prize money and part time paychecks later, she decided to bounce from the Northwest. Hopping the first bus south, she shredded in Oregon for half a year. When the chance came, she made the dip down to California, catching air and grinding rails on the San Francisco Bay area. When she wasn't on her board, she was in party mode, hitting up concerts and getting high. Through it all she came out with a handful of medals from competitions. Still, she rolled further south looking for a chance to wow a sponsor so she could skate in professional competitions. Figuring SoCal the place to be, she landed outside of L.A., in the town of Chino Hills, where she crashed on a friend's couch.
She'd get little more than one contest under belt before she was hoisted by her own baton.
She had attended a late night bonfire at Venice Beach. Half way through the night, the festivities spiraled out of control. Before anyone knew what was happening, the blinding flashes of red and blue strobe lights and the piercing cry of sirens broke through the masses. In a panic, the droves scattered and fled from the beach and into the city streets. Cait, pursued closely by an LAPD squad car, skated her way into a dead end back alley. Cornered between a wall and the police bearing down on her, she gathered her will… turning to the cop car, she skated headlong towards it. In a last second leap of faith, she ollie'd and, aided by small bit of Telekinesis, jumped clear over the car, and skated her way out of the jam.
In the wake of the narrow escape, Cait went into hiding, laying low in a safe house for almost a week. Once certain that the trouble had subsided she returned to her friend's house in Chino Hills. There waiting for her were the two people she least hoped to see: her parents. Having used the wiles and abilities of the Coven to track her down, they had arrived nearly two hours ahead of her. In hand, her father carried a tabloid headlined "Las Angeles Police Department Search for Suspects in Venice Beach Incident." Under the headline was a rough sketch of Caitlin, among others from the party. Dragging her out of the house and out of earshot, her father admonished her for her recklessness. He stressed that such actions could find their way back to the Coven, that if not for he and Cait's mother, the repercussions would have been more extreme.
Cait's parents concluded with an order from the Coven to return to Tanner; it was time, they explained, for her to buckle down and complete her training.
The next morning, flanked by mother and father, both wearing disappointed scowls, Caitlin boarded the first flight out from LAX to Seattle-Tacoma…
Miscellaneous
- Family has multiple cats; her favorite is a Maine Coon named Tiberius, who is the runt of his litter.
- Has a tattoo of a hummingbird on the back of her left shoulder.
Relationships
Carlisle Aston; appreciates Car's kind and supportive nature, but isn't sure it comes from a happy place. Her interactions with him left her viewing him as being too self-conscious. On more than one occasion, Cait tried to offer him a hit from a joint, to take the edge off, but he always refused.
