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About 5'7", and seventy eight pounds, Cassius is nothing more that bones and skin. Her head seems incredibly large for her frame, and her eyes incredibly huge and wide for her face. Her cheeks are gaunt and her shoulders, elbows and knees are all knobs compared to her thin arms and legs. Her voice is not loud or overbearing, but has a grated edge to it when she speaks. She wears black spandex leggings for pants, running shoes, a lacy red camisole, and occasionally a gray fleece pull-over. What little muscle mass she has is ropey and disfigured. Has a dragonfly sewn onto the left side of her leggings in bright green thread. Intentionally resembles a collarbone, sternum, and ribs. Looks like this: http://missmayhem74055.deviantart.com/a ... -176452541

Has a habit of drawing absentmindedly, mostly scribbles that have been gone over several times in several colors. Has a habit of interrupting people when she knows they're talking about her.

Based on the Roman god/concept Chaos, which gave birth to Gaia.

Personality

Manic and constantly moving, her energy seems to have no source. She's an intense person, but has no real ulterior motive. She wants the destruction of the world; it's her primary driving factor. But she's not interested in violence or tearing down. She wants the light to be snuffed out without a lot of fuss.

Incredibly underhanded, with a wicked sense of humor, she has a short fuse, but tends to internalize any negative emotion. She's constantly contradicting herself, often becoming so confused as to be stymied, because at her essence is a chaos that leaves her indecisive and self-questioning. She can't settle on one thing or in one place, which is part of the reason for her mania, and the reason she feels so at odds with life outside of the void. Every once in a while she enjoys brief moments of clarity, during which most of her planning is done, and she will become manipulative. Other times her energy peaks and she becomes a petulant child.

Her actions are by no means extreme, though. She can hold a conversation, and the change is not readily apparent. To most humans she just seems a bit stupid and lacking focus as she flits from one topic to another.

Equipment

A sketch journal in which she is constantly drawing and scribbling with a marker.

A large glass jar of bright orange, metallic-looking pills that she takes constantly. They're meant for a cleanse for a healthy human, but on her do nothing more than act as a security blanket reassuring her that she is till empty inside.

History

Cassius is one of the oldest gods, but cannot be observed as having the wisdom normally expected with experience. She was there when existence was still a void, a chaotic cloud of matter and energy yet unorganized. When the others came together to shape space and time she fought violently against them. She did not want order. She did not want anything to fill the space. She was restrained by her elders and kept where she couldn't hinder progress, and eventually she capitulated to the desires of her peers. She never gave up trying to suck humanity back into the void, though, and their eventual corruption in the first world was due to her influence amongst the other chaos gods.

When the second world was created and she was imprisoned, she sought her escape through the mind of a young girl on earth named Cassandra. She poisoned a healthy child with her aching hunger for emptiness and vacancy and twisted the girl's thoughts into something resembling her own. And when the girl was a suitable vessel and had wasted away to almost nothing, Cassius fled from her prison into the girl's mind. She stopped feeding the body she inhabited, not even allowing herself to swallow spit. She kept herself empty, creating her own void. She kept the body going, despite giving it nothing to go on, and became the haunting figure she now puts forward. And she began her work anew, exacerbating the cruel and neurotic nature of humans on earth.

When the gods were called together to make the all-important decision, Cassius knew her opportunity lay in hiding her cards. She made her way to the coffee shop, hoping to regain her beloved void. But her mania only handicapped her, and after many fits and yelling, she only caused the tribunal to reach an impasse. So when the god of fauna proposed an alternate solution she jumped at the opportunity to forgo words and persuasion. She now fights to break the human's spirit and will, and she has considerable experience at it.

Cassius's Story