Zoey Boey

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

spider-man: into the spider-verse

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

im back from vacation

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

no thanks monkaS

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

just cassandra's earlier comics and most recent comics. no weird bad stuff where she becomes a mind controlled villain or some garbagio like that

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

well alrighty, my first post is up to join the rest. i'll be off in a few hours for the next week like i said. if i need to make any changes, i'll make them then. i'm looking forward to reading posts when i get the chance :3

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

B A T G I R L

---

For once, the sun was shining in Gotham City. Languid clouds floated in the blue sky, occasionally casting large circles of shade as they passed between the sun and the earth. Broken streets were filled in and made new again, be it concrete or weeds that filled the cracks. Old buildings were smooshed against the buildings that counted as 'new' only by relativity. Gargoyles loomed over many rooftop corners, but no literal creatures of demon lore. This area was much too practical and down to earth to have paid for some fancy shmancy statue mounted one vertex, let alone four. The new buildings, squat, flat, grey, constructed in the brutalist era of the 70's. Most likely crushing the corpses of whatever crumbling gothic hut came before them. All of them were bedazzled with unblinking, unlit neon signs. Glowing eyes, waiting for night time to open. Cars were parked, many of them the retro kind. Not outdated, not obsolete, just...classic. Here, in the sprawling metropolis of Gotham, the cluster of steel, stone, and glass towers that made up the endless labryninth of Downtown seemed a million miles away.

A burly man, a thin layer of blonde hair growing on his head, calloused hands in the pockets of a leather jacket, lumbered his way down the street. Happy, but, a bit sheepish, perhaps. For at his side, trailing a few steps, was a shorter but perhaps significantly more intimidating female figure. Dressed in all black armor and fabric with dim gold highlights. A hood over her head, and a black mask around her eyes. Strands of hair hung from the hood, and the small smile she wore on her face was obvious. On her back was the golden symbol of the bat. Some people blinked, looking at her, and she smiled and waved. But no one asked for an autograph. There was an unapproachable aura about her.

The burly man, Bruno, came to a stop infront of a tattoo shop. "This is it, Bats."

Batgirl nodded. Bruno shook some nervous energy out of his hands and then smiled at her. "I just- you didn't have to-"

Closing her eyes, the girl dismissed his concerns with a wave of her gauntleted hand.

"All right. Well, this is it. In I go." Wood clacked against ringing bronze as he pushed the door into the tattoo parlor. Nobody was inside, save for the tattoo artist herself. A redhead with the name 'Leonie' on her nametag. Defying the usual image a tattoo artist, she didn't have very many tattoos on her at all. At least from what Batgirl could see.

"Hiya, Bruno. Ready to finish the job?"

"Yes, ma'am." Bruno gave a little salute. Slipping off his leather jacket, he set it on a coat rack. Next, off came his tank top. Splayed across his muscular chest was a black and white outline of a serpentine demon, engulfed in wrathful flames. Beneath that, buried among the fiery imagery, were two stagnant black swastikas.

Exhaling, the large man sat back in the chair. "Let's finish this."

Leoni nodded, fired up her righteous needle, and got to work. Baleful oranges and reds consumed his skin, and in a matter of hours, conqeur the past once and for all. As the tip pushed in and Bruno stared up at the ceiling, Batgirl saw a little drop of blood get forced out. A little drop of crimson.

(Take the needle.)

Stop.

(Jam into his throat. Swipe away carotid. Too fast. Slam her head into granite table corner.)

Stop it. Bruno's happy. He's got his second chance. A new life, for his son. She's focused. Look how much she cares. Look at the art she's created. This is good.

(Alternatively. Snap her neck. Burst his liver with elbow. It's unhealthy. Too much alcohol.)

Please let me have this.

(Footsteps outside. Audible to no one else. Someone behind you in four seconds. Light footsteps. Female. Knife. Into. Heart.)

Bell rang. Another customer, right on queue.

(Behind. You. Hear that? Purse. Smell that? Pleather. Plastic. Pepper spray inside. Weapon, dangerous.)

I have to go.

Cassandra turned and began to make her way out.

"Uh, hey, wait, Batgirl." Bruno raised his hand, arm on the rest. "Before you go?" Batgirl paused. The female customer blinked in surprise at seeing such a figure. Smiling nervously she took a seat.

"Check inside my right coat pocket." Batgirl didn't turn around. But she did edge her way over to the leather article on the coat rack and reach inside. A slip of paper. She took it out: an envelope.

"You don't have too. But, if you want...he's a good kid, really. Thank you, Bats." The hooded figure nodded and pulled the door open. Somehow, the bell didn't ring.

---

Rooftops. Blue skies above were impervious and invincible to people like her. Impassive and unjudgemental. Thirty feet up, with only the air condition units to keep her company. Crouching low so the wind didn't take it, Batgirl unfolded the envelope. Though she detected the cellulose before she saw it, on the inside was a picture. A scrawny black-haired kid, trying his best to not act scared of the pistol in his hands. Written across the white border of the photo was...something.

Accompanying this was a small, handwritten note from Bruno. Finally, there was a dollar bill. A twenty, from the recognizable stern look of the old guy printed on it. A gift. Batgirl pouted happily, endeared. If only he knew where she got her funding. She placed it back in the envelope and set it on the ground. Retrieving a reinforced, black smartphone from her utility belt, she aimed it at the picture and the note. With a tap of her thumb the screen came to life. There was a multitude of buttons for her to press, but she went for the icon of an analog camera. Once in photo mode, she pressed the big red button. There was an authentic replication of a photographic snap. A good noise, pleasing to her keen ears.

Now the photograph and the note were frozen on the screen. All that was left was to once again put to use something the techies in the Batcave had helped whip up for her. Or maybe just installed the app on her phone from online? All that stuff was over her head. In the top right corner of the still image was a little speech bubble. Upon being tapped, a little grid went over the photo and a green bar started from empty and filled all the way up. Batgirl held the phone right next to her ear. Blinking in surprise, she quickly moved it away as the stilted sounding man began to read aloud:

"Batgirl. You gave me a second chance. Please give him one, too." Followed by two separate addresses. "You'll find him here. Take him to meet my parole officer, Becky. You know her, right? Thanks. It's not much, but please buy yourself a pizza on me. Joey's is good."

The word on the photo was a name: "Trent."

Navigating Gotham wasn't going to be an issue, now that she had heard the address. Doubt could be dissuaded by matching the symbols of the address to the symbols on the green signs around down. Besides, one of the first things she'd ever learned was the layout of the massive city. Vital importance was placed on knowing how to get around town without relying on a GPS. The city had to be her playground.

So Batgirl set off. It didn't take her long to get where she wanted to be. An abandoned warehouse, used for storing and distributing contraband. One knot in a long line of illicit activity. Criminal infrastructure almost matched the complexity and effeciency of legal infrastructure. But they could be pushed back, and out, one cut string at a time. Several exits and entrances. Spotting a stealthy way in would be easy. But today she wasn't after the bad guys. Her only goal here was one single person.

Trent. Him and a thug twice as wide as him exited the building after about an hour of waiting. Baggy clothes hid the weapons they no doubt had. Together they were patrolling the outside, acting like any normal citizen. When they passed into an alleyway and Batgirl knew no one would come out to check on them for a bit, she descended.

Trent kept walking for a few feet, having not noticed Batgirl standing ontop of his unconscious fellow gang member. Batgirl cleared her throat. Trent jumped, turned around, surveyed the situation, and reached inside his jacket pocket.

(Knife into eye. Don't let him draw.)

He won't shoot me.

(He's so slow. He's soooo slow. Rush forward, break elbow.)

He's not a killer.

(Not yet. But you are. You can stop a killer from coming into existence right now.)

I don't think that's how that works.

Trent, finally, pulled the gun and aimed it at Batgirl. Standing there quietly, the vigilante made no movements. Fear coursed through his body, threatening to wrestle the gun from his hands before Batgirl even got the chance. Iron sights only occasionally passed over her center of mass as they trembled from spot to spot.

"Wh-wha-what? What are you...if I..." Trent managed, as she waited. Clearly he had expected something to have happened by now.

"If I...if I kill you. I'll be a l-legend. They'll respect me." Trent said. Batgirl gestured down to the unconscious guy.

"Well, yeah, him too. I mean, he's way tougher than me but- I mean- why didn't you?" Trent focused up, pointing the gun directly at Batgirl's head. "...move! Dodge! Do something!" He pleaded. Give him an excuse to fire, he asks.

"...damn it!" Shoulders sagging, his handgun drops to the floor. "What do you want with me? I- I can't tell you anything."

(As if he would have a choice.)

Shh.

Batgirl reached into her utility belt, took a step forward, and produced an envelope. She wasn't worried about him getting jumpy because the movements seemed to happen while he was blinking. Trent flinched, and then carefully accepted the letter. Opening it up, he read it.

"...Bruno paid you a pizza to come get me out of here?" Trent said, deadpan. Batgirl nodded. "His parole officer?" Another nod.

"So now what? I just leave? You really think it'll be that easy?"

Batgirl shrugged, palms up. Isn't it?

Trent blinked. "Shit, you're right. I don't wanna kill anyone." I know. Glancing up, he saw her hand was extended again. Into her palm he placed her handgun, and she dismantled it whole. Walking past him, she took his hand in hers and darted down the alleyway away from the warehouse and into the street.

(On. Your. Right.)

Emerging from a metal green door, a pipe wielding bad guy took a look to his left and then fell over. Don't worry, Trent missed it too. "What the..?" He said, stepping over the sleeping six foot thug that had routinely bullied him.

They were away. Batgirl lead Trent down the street and to a manhole. "Oh no, I am not going down there-" The manhole was open, he was in her arms, and she jumped down into the sewers. "Wah!" He was set down, and when he turned around to give Batgirl his best offended glare, she was already gone to close the manhole cover behind them. Underneath the streets was a tunnel, ten feet in diameter, some green water pooling at the bottom. Grimacing, Trent kept to the dryer sides.

"Is this really necessary?!" Trent asked. Batgirl nodded. Best as few people as possible saw him with her. Just in case.

They travelled through the tunnel for a long while. Trent started huffing and puffing. "I thought you said this would be easy!"

Batgirl glanced over her shoulder at him as he jogged behind her.

"...I thought your shrug implied this would be easy." Trent clarified. Batgirl tilted her head to the side.

"Easy for you, maybe!"

Despite all nearby complainers, they eventually used a grapple hook to navigate out of another manhole cover. A block or two later and they were at an inconspicuous brown building. Batgirl knocked on the door, turned around, and then karete chopped Trent on the shoulder.

"Ow! Hey!" Trent flinched back. Jumping up on the roof, she vanished over the edge.

Moments later, a plainclothes police officer opened the door. Squinting at Trent, she asked. "Name?"

"Err...Trent Kilroy? Bruno sent me. I'm looking for someone named Becky? Officer Becky?" He glanced around.

Becky's face softened. "Bruno, huh? What happened?"

"Well. I was," Trent finished piecing things together. "At this suspicious warehouse. And then a fight happened. And then some costumed weirdo attacked me."

"Guess we'll have to check out this warehouse, then." Becky replied.

"Yeah. Guess so."

"It's never too late to just take a step back and reevaluate things." Becky said. "Come on inside. You've been through a harrowing experience- we'll take care of you." She stepped aside, and Trent stepped over the threshold.

---

As the GCPD surveyed the scene of the assault from the outside, they soon realised that this was indeed a place of regular criminal activity. Entering the building revealed a dozen men, bound together in the middle of the warehouse with a carbon fiber rope.

"We're gonna need a van." An officer sighed, adjusting his cap. Stepping outside to get some air, a shadow caught his eye. Boots dangling beneath her, Batgirl sat on the edge of an opposite rooftop. Though he couldn't make out her face, he knew they were making eye contact with each other. A cute little wave, and the hooded figure back rolled out of view.

"Why the hell are we working with criminals?" The officer asked his subordinate in the building behind him chuckling.

The other officer was gathering evidence in a bag. Without looking, he replied. "Sarge, if we didn't work with criminals, we wouldn't get to work with anyone."

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

starting tomorrow i'm off on vacation until august 8th. so i wont be able to post until then

zoey's characters

Cassandra Cain

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

B A T G I R L

---

^{_{C A S S A N D R A C A I N ♦ B A D A S S ♦ G O T H A M}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

---

^"..."

Cassandra Cain was born to be a killer. She was an experiment to create the ultimate assassin by her father, David Cain, a man so skilled he even trained Batman. He sought out the soon-to-be Lady Shiva and persuaded her into bearing his child.

Once born, his grand, insane experiment began. He deprived Cassandra of all language spoken and written, instead demanding that she only communicate with body language, and violence. The only word she knew was her first name, and she had trouble saying the entire thing. Just 'Cass.' No, her first language was one-on-one combat. While not wanting to give her a potential weakness by upgrading her abilities with magic or science, he did have pseudo-mystical doctors perform invasive surgeries on her to enhance her body's capabilities. For 15 long and brutal years she was molded into a killer. Cassandra's body-reading superceded well beyond what David could have ever predicted. It was mind, soul, and body reading all. Cassandra was connected to those around her in a primally human, yet utterly alien way.

What he didn't predict, in his cold, callous worldview, that his perfect weapon couldn't help but feel empathy. On her first mission when she was 15 years old, she butchered several dozen guards on her way to her target. Upon taking his life she watched him die, and understood death in a way no mortal ever had before. It was like she was experiencing it herself. As she fled from her horrible act she witnessed the dead and dying people she has massacred on her way there. Her fragile grip on her world view came crumbling down and she ran. Escaping her abuse father's clutches and living in the wild. She wandered the world, alone and full of guilt, eventually finding her way to Gotham City. Gotham City was in a place as dark as she was during that period. Compelled to help during these times, she saved people and battled some evil-doers. What really caught her attention was the Bat iconography around the city and on the television. Though she didn't understand what it meant, she saw the hope in people's eyes and the fear in wrongdoers hearts. Whenever they saw it, be in spray painted in a forgotten alley or flashing across screens.

Unknowingly echoing some members of those that came before, Cassandra knitted her first costume, a bat symbol on her chest, and took to the streets. It wasn't long before she was found by Batman. Although only knowing of it for a short time, the bat symbol had already had a profound affect on her life. Hope and fear, for those who need either one. A special kind of justice, away from goverment. A justice, in her mind, for the people of Gotham. The world.

It didn't take long for Cassandra to be accepted into the Bat-cave, though she's only been around for a year she's quickly engraining herself into the culture of the extended Bat family as eagerly and as quickly as possible. She's 17 years old and potentially the best fighter in the world, but there's a lot more that goes into crime fighting than punching and kicking. Batman's most likely figured out who she was trained by and where she came from. In most continuities he had training from David Cain, too. As for the rest of what he knows about her already, and the extent of their relationship, that remains to be seen. All Cassandra knows for sure is that the Bat has given her something to dedicate herself too that she knows is just and good. And she's not letting go of that for anything.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

---

The main reason I want to play Cassandra Cain is because she's really cool.

There's a few reasons other than that, too. But that's the main one. She's fun, she's over-the-top, she's larger than life. And despite her preposterously grim upbringing, she's a really good person and a positive influence. She's tough, independant and strong-willed, but very vulnerable at the same time. Vulnerable, but not weak. There's a difference.

My goal is for Cassandra to play the role as the future successor of The Batmantle. Many other members of the Bat-family rightfully grow into their own people, find their true identity. Cassandra's niche is that she is totally and utterly dedicted to the idea of the Bat. As far as she's concerned, she's found her life's purpose already, and her arc is not going to be how that's a misconception for her. Cassandra has found her home in Gotham, and her role as her protector.

What character development she does have is going to be about self-acceptance and forgiveness. Cassandra Cain is still worried that all she'll ever be good for is killing, that she'll never be more than a killer. With all this love she has in her heart, very little of it is reserved for herself. Verging on deathwish. Sometimes she thinks all she'll need to be happy is to find a decent enough reason to sacrifice herself for someone else. But that's not a healthy mindset. It's possible to be a hero and help others without sacrificing yourself. Maybe it'll be better to help others in the long run.

I love her true zealous dedication to the no-kill rule. Cassandra understands what it means to kill, possibly better than anyone. When she looks at someone, she automatically calculates the easiest way to kill them. And she's seen someone (many people in this universe) die at her hand during a terrible night. She knows murder to be a terrible thing that no one deserves. Reformation, redemption, or just a life without harming others. That should be what happens to criminals. Anything other than spilling more blood.

Because if she is convinced that killers deserve death, then she'll have to give up on life. Therefore, her only option is absolution. For others, and herself. The only thing that she'll kill is the person she grew up as. And she firmly believes that even the worst folks can erase who they used to be and start anew. As long as the path to redemption can be made clear.

This Cassandra won't even hurt people if she can avoid it, preferring kindness over brutality. Of course someones harm reduction means breaking fingers and kneecaps, but outside of that she's reluctant to cause pain.

This Cassandra is going to be a bit of a rulebreaker and an anarchist, having spent a lifetime exclusively doing what other people have told her to do and being utterly sick of it. She's dedicated to the idea, the symbol of the Bat, more than she is to Batman or anyone else.

Finally, there's Cassandra's disability. Despite the fantastical nature of her body-reading (which I've turned up to 11), I'm going to play her muteness pretty straight. I don't intend on Cassandra ever really learning to talk. Her brain, her mind, have been totally re-wired to experience the world in a different way. Like, society could have developed differently and she'd be right at home. But instead humans went vocal, so Cassandra feels like a fish out of water. At most, she'll learn to say 'Yes, no, hi,' and the names of people close to her. Literacy is also going to be a struggle for her, but over the course of her lifetime she could learn to do it. Certainly not anytime soon in this RP other than the very very basics. She'll be relying on what she does know of English, and her insane ability to read intention, emotion, and expressions to preposterous degree. I suppose in this interpretation I've just made the pros and cons of her upbringing even more exaggerated. She's way more powerful in the ways she is powerful, but struggles far more with the parts she struggles with. This all being said, being mute doesn't mean Cassandra can't express herself. And her usual sassy, cocky, compassionate and bright self. Her greatest superpower is her sensitivity for others. And not just because of her ability.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

Well I certainly want Cassandra to be a real professional badass. Like, her senses are going to be super enhanced, too. Like she could find blindfolded, or defeaned. Or both just operating on smell, vibrations she feels with her feet, and where she's getting hit. Just a real supreme martial artist. Like
a pseudo spider-sense that'll help her keep up with the more powerful characters. Punch Queen #1. And just very fast, predatory, stealthy, ridiculously agile and performing well-beyond olympian feats. But, if something isn't related to her assassin training, she'll struggle with it. She has to learn how to out think her opponents rather than just out fight them. Sometimes it's going to be hard to sneak up on an enemy, or getting into grapple hook/ batarang range. Those situations are where she's going to have to rely on others for help.

Like I mentioned earlier, I really cranked her body-reading up to 11. I wanted it to be more like soul-reading, or just true understanding of connectivity. So she's a human lie detector. She understands people very quickly. The longer she has to study someone, the more fine-tuned her prediction of them will become. As she understands how this specific indivdual moves. It'll even work on aliens and robots. If it has a body, the way it moves can become clear to her. This will help her in dodging bullets, too, of course, besides her regular evasive tactics. If she has line of sight she can read where and when they are going to shoot at her.

Alternatively, if they had a sticky note on their head that said 'I'M GOING TO UPPERCUT YOU', she'd have no idea. And if she tries to communicate or explain this information to one of her teammates who could potentially put it to better use than she could- good luck. Hacking is just completely off the table.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

---

"Nuh-uh."

World of Light

Level 6: 09/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: <750
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 10/60

Sakura tensed up as the proxy seemed to spot her, but fortunately her teammates covered her, just like she predicted. Soon afterwards, Mister Geralt came to her aid in rescuing Princess Peach. She smiled nervously at him and continued escorting poor Peach behind the console and out of easy access from the creature.

After nearly getting attacked, the little girl was much less eager to whisper, let alone speak. Sakura sat down next to Peach and crossed her legs, cradling Peach's head in her lap so she wouldn't be on the cold hard floor. And her body was probably quieter than echoing metal.

Sakura looked up at Geralt and shrugged, eyes wide, not sure what to do. She couldn't see much of what was going on anymore and she wasn't going to leave Peach alone. Sakura's bottle was now where Peach was, if it got knocked over it would make a small noise.

This console center felt like a safe place. If the creature heard any noises, he would probably smack into the console before figuring out how to get around it. If other people wanted to regroup here, they could. Sakura just looked at Mister Geralt and then back down at Peach, holding a hand against the Princess's head. Sakura hoped everyone, especially Bella who looked to be the most exposed after throwing that bottle. What the others were up too, she couldn't know.

Well, she could guess, actually. Cannons and jetpack jets began going off. Sounded like some people were fighting back. Rika, and maybe Blazermate? Going by the noises. Sakura hoped they would succeed but outside of that she couldn't do much else.

Level 3: 14/30
Word Count: 436
Location: Al Mamoon- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 15/30

Jesse shrugged at Ciella's request, walking up and calling the elevator, smacking the bottom of her curled fist against the button. Just another day at the office. The lift wasn't big enough for everyone. But the bigger members of the team could be shrunk down in order to accommodate this. A perfect plan, were it not for the sudden harassment of their group by floors of goons.

As such, at the beginning of every fight Jesse spent the first few moments aiming at and unshrinking some people back to their full size. After that she just used her Grip Service Weapon to semi-automatically focus down troublesome targets. All in all, it wasn't a huge hassle. If anything, it was easier than what she was used too. Walking into and then clearing out a room full of enemies was like, her entire job description for the first couple of days. And she didn't have superpowered help back then.

This place was bigger than it looked. At least down here. Jesse briefly welded her foot to the ground to not get knocked over by a gust of wind. Massive chambers that probably shouldn't fit where they're built? Familiar. Nostalgic, even.

Soon they entered a massive room, and Jesse barely spotted the enigmatic villain behind this entire thing. Mao gave everybody the low-down. After a brief but fruitless confrontation with Ciella, this annoying little lady order her mind controlled minions to get to work. Jesse recognized most of them, especially Fuse and the Dragonborn. Given their perfect health, there must be a healer among the Resistance. Or maybe those magical items healed them up.

When the fight kicked off, Jesse still had her Tool Gun out. The Director dashed forward and to the side, staying by the wall. She reached her telekinetic grasp for one of the long, pointy spear-like objects sticking out of the ground. Ripping one up, she hit it with a Tool Gun to double it's size, lifted it high, and then flung it a high velocity directly towards Number Two. Not in a straight line, as if to impale her, but spinning like a slower helicopter blade. Kill shots usually weren't effective unless the enemy had been softened up first. Giving Number Two a mighty sharp thwack with a spinning piece of metal might do her some good. At the very least, her team might get a glimpse of what kind of defenses the leader had protecting her.

Switching to her Service Weapon, Jesse was flanking around the right side and started firing at Shadow the Hedgehog.

(This is so weird.)

He seemed dangerous and if she could stop him from doing any more crazy Hedgehog spells, that'd be great. While she fired, she was running and pre-emptively evading fire coming her way. Especially putting pillars between her and the enemies she wasn't firing at.

Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

B A T G I R L

---

^{_{C A S S A N D R A C A I N ♦ B A D A S S ♦ G O T H A M}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

---

^"..."

Cassandra Cain was born to be a killer. She was an experiment to create the ultimate assassin by her father, David Cain, a man so skilled he even trained Batman. He sought out the soon-to-be Lady Shiva and persuaded her into bearing his child.

Once born, his grand, insane experiment began. He deprived Cassandra of all language spoken and written, instead demanding that she only communicate with body language, and violence. The only word she knew was her first name, and she had trouble saying the entire thing. Just 'Cass.' No, her first language was one-on-one combat. While not wanting to give her a potential weakness by upgrading her abilities with magic or science, he did have pseudo-mystical doctors perform invasive surgeries on her to enhance her body's capabilities. For 15 long and brutal years she was molded into a killer. Cassandra's body-reading superceded well beyond what David could have ever predicted. It was mind, soul, and body reading all. Cassandra was connected to those around her in a primally human, yet utterly alien way.

What he didn't predict, in his cold, callous worldview, that his perfect weapon couldn't help but feel empathy. On her first mission when she was 15 years old, she butchered several dozen guards on her way to her target. Upon taking his life she watched him die, and understood death in a way no mortal ever had before. It was like she was experiencing it herself. As she fled from her horrible act she witnessed the dead and dying people she has massacred on her way there. Her fragile grip on her world view came crumbling down and she ran. Escaping her abuse father's clutches and living in the wild. She wandered the world, alone and full of guilt, eventually finding her way to Gotham City. Gotham City was in a place as dark as she was during that period. Compelled to help during these times, she saved people and battled some evil-doers. What really caught her attention was the Bat iconography around the city and on the television. Though she didn't understand what it meant, she saw the hope in people's eyes and the fear in wrongdoers hearts. Whenever they saw it, be in spray painted in a forgotten alley or flashing across screens.

Unknowingly echoing some members of those that came before, Cassandra knitted her first costume, a bat symbol on her chest, and took to the streets. It wasn't long before she was found by Batman. Although only knowing of it for a short time, the bat symbol had already had a profound affect on her life. Hope and fear, for those who need either one. A special kind of justice, away from goverment. A justice, in her mind, for the people of Gotham. The world.

It didn't take long for Cassandra to be accepted into the Bat-cave, though she's only been around for a year she's quickly engraining herself into the culture of the extended Bat family as eagerly and as quickly as possible. She's 17 years old and potentially the best fighter in the world, but there's a lot more that goes into crime fighting than punching and kicking. Batman's most likely figured out who she was trained by and where she came from. In most continuities he had training from David Cain, too. As for the rest of what he knows about her already, and the extent of their relationship, that remains to be seen. All Cassandra knows for sure is that the Bat has given her something to dedicate herself too that she knows is just and good. And she's not letting go of that for anything.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ):

---

The main reason I want to play Cassandra Cain is because she's really cool.

There's a few reasons other than that, too. But that's the main one. She's fun, she's over-the-top, she's larger than life. And despite her preposterously grim upbringing, she's a really good person and a positive influence. She's tough, independant and strong-willed, but very vulnerable at the same time. Vulnerable, but not weak. There's a difference.

My goal is for Cassandra to play the role as the future successor of The Batmantle. Many other members of the Bat-family rightfully grow into their own people, find their true identity. Cassandra's niche is that she is totally and utterly dedicted to the idea of the Bat. As far as she's concerned, she's found her life's purpose already, and her arc is not going to be how that's a misconception for her. Cassandra has found her home in Gotham, and her role as her protector.

What character development she does have is going to be about self-acceptance and forgiveness. Cassandra Cain is still worried that all she'll ever be good for is killing, that she'll never be more than a killer. With all this love she has in her heart, very little of it is reserved for herself. Verging on deathwish. Sometimes she thinks all she'll need to be happy is to find a decent enough reason to sacrifice herself for someone else. But that's not a healthy mindset. It's possible to be a hero and help others without sacrificing yourself. Maybe it'll be better to help others in the long run.

I love her true zealous dedication to the no-kill rule. Cassandra understands what it means to kill, possibly better than anyone. When she looks at someone, she automatically calculates the easiest way to kill them. And she's seen someone (many people in this universe) die at her hand during a terrible night. She knows murder to be a terrible thing that no one deserves. Reformation, redemption, or just a life without harming others. That should be what happens to criminals. Anything other than spilling more blood.

Because if she is convinced that killers deserve death, then she'll have to give up on life. Therefore, her only option is absolution. For others, and herself. The only thing that she'll kill is the person she grew up as. And she firmly believes that even the worst folks can erase who they used to be and start anew. As long as the path to redemption can be made clear.

This Cassandra won't even hurt people if she can avoid it, preferring kindness over brutality. Of course someones harm reduction means breaking fingers and kneecaps, but outside of that she's reluctant to cause pain.

This Cassandra is going to be a bit of a rulebreaker and an anarchist, having spent a lifetime exclusively doing what other people have told her to do and being utterly sick of it. She's dedicated to the idea, the symbol of the Bat, more than she is to Batman or anyone else.

Finally, there's Cassandra's disability. She can't talk very well, able to pronounce very few words and having a hard stutter. I don't intend on Cassandra ever really learning to talk. Her brain, her mind, have been totally re-wired to experience the world in a different way. Like, society could have developed differently and she'd be right at home. But instead humans went vocal, so Cassandra feels like a fish out of water. She'll learn to say 'Yes, no, hi,' and the names of people close to her. Literacy is also going to be a struggle for her, but over the course of her adult life she can do it. Certainly not anytime soon in this RP other than the very very basics. She'll be relying on what she does know of English, and her insane ability to read intention, emotion, and expressions to preposterous degree. I suppose in this interpretation I've just made the pros and cons of her upbringing even more exaggerated. She's way more powerful in the ways she is powerful, but struggles far more with the parts she struggles with. This all being said, being quiet doesn't mean Cassandra can't express herself. And her usual sassy, cocky, compassionate and bright self. Her greatest superpower is her sensitivity for others. And not just because of her ability.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

Well I certainly want Cassandra to be a real professional badass. Like, her senses are going to be super enhanced, too. Like she could find blindfolded, or defeaned. Or both just operating on smell, vibrations she feels with her feet, and where she's getting hit. Just a real supreme martial artist. Like
a pseudo spider-sense that'll help her keep up with the more powerful characters. Punch Queen #1. And just very fast, predatory, stealthy, ridiculously agile and performing well-beyond olympian feats. But, if something isn't related to her assassin training, she'll struggle with it. She has to learn how to out think her opponents rather than just out fight them. Sometimes it's going to be hard to sneak up on an enemy, or getting into grapple hook/ batarang range. Those situations are where she's going to have to rely on others for help.

Like I mentioned earlier, I really cranked her body-reading up to 11. I wanted it to be more like soul-reading, or just true understanding of connectivity. So she's a human lie detector. She understands people very quickly. The longer she has to study someone, the more fine-tuned her prediction of them will become. As she understands how this specific indivdual moves. It'll even work on aliens and robots. If it has a body, the way it moves can become clear to her. This will help her in dodging bullets, too, of course, besides her regular evasive tactics. If she has line of sight she can read where and when they are going to shoot at her.

Alternatively, if they had a sticky note on their head that said 'I'M GOING TO UPPERCUT YOU', she'd have no idea. And if she tries to communicate or explain this information to one of her teammates who could potentially put it to better use than she could- good luck. Hacking is just completely off the table.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

---

Post 1: Average Batgirl Day: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5286693

Post 2: River Flashback: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5289917

Post 3: Jackie and Barfight Flashback: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5293552

Post 4: Vs Croc: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309314