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Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: viirune. | FC: ayerscarpe, arknights.
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{Ｆｕｌｌ Ｎａｍｅ: }
Cassius Zaytsev.
[ derived from latin cassus, meaning "hollow" ]
[ of russian origin, заяц meaning "hare." ]
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Nineteen.
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♂
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Leporidae.
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Ayerscarpe. || Arknights.
Cassius Zaytsev.
[ derived from latin cassus, meaning "hollow" ]
[ of russian origin, заяц meaning "hare." ]
{Ａｇｅ: }
Nineteen.
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♂
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Leporidae.
{Ｆａｃｅ Ｃｌａｉｍ : }
Ayerscarpe. || Arknights.
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.XXXXXＨｅｉｇｈｔ:
XXXXX5'6.
XXXXXＨａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:
XXXXXBrown. Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ:XXXXXX..
134lbs.XXXXXX..
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XXXXX5'6.
XXXXXＨａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:
XXXXXBrown.
134lbs.XXXXXX..
Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ:XXXXXX..
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Ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ:
As a rabbit-kin mutant, Cassius doesn't speak much in height, weight, or musculature, instead keeping to more averages. He's not overly tall but not quite as short as many of the others of the same genetics, and in terms of weight he's a bit lighter, though that could easily be attributed to the fact that most mutants are constantly fighting starvation. He's not overly built, but that isn't to say he's out of shape either; Cassius keeps firm toning to most of his body, the most notable of that residing with his legs. His hair is parted by a pair of fuzzy, brown rabbit ears, most often pressed down on his head and comparable to those of a lop eared bunny. At the center back of his hips is a fluffy tuft of brown fur that forms a rabbit's tail.
His clothing are pieces that he's grabbed throughout the years, collected from abandoned buildings, stolen from laundry drying on lines in the air, and even off corpses. A black, fitted, long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket, a pair of black pants and black high top shoes. There's a medium sleeved, clear rain jacket of sorts he wears often as well, protecting him from the elements decently enough. In accessories he has several earrings: on the left, a yellow ear tag, on the right a hoop with a large, golden pin charm.
His clothing are pieces that he's grabbed throughout the years, collected from abandoned buildings, stolen from laundry drying on lines in the air, and even off corpses. A black, fitted, long-sleeved shirt, a black jacket, a pair of black pants and black high top shoes. There's a medium sleeved, clear rain jacket of sorts he wears often as well, protecting him from the elements decently enough. In accessories he has several earrings: on the left, a yellow ear tag, on the right a hoop with a large, golden pin charm.
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Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:
As most who have survived the now toxic wasteland and hellscape that is earth, Cassius has learned to be independant and self-sufficient. It's rare to find others you can fully trust and rely on, and he's learned that lesson several times over. Fear and starvation can twist people - even allies - into something unrecognizable and cruel; it's even clouded his mind at times, moments he would always regret once clarity returned. All the same, he's learned to live off what he can throughout the lands he calls home, discovering locations of safe water and edible food, things he can collect and preserve, or return to to harvest more once it grows back. He's never been one for meat, but there's other mouths to feed, so he's learned to hunt the meager game available as best he can. Beyond food, he's learned to fight and defend himself as well, practically a requirement to survive. Brutality is no stranger to the rabbit, and he's learned to mirror some of it himself to keep his head on his shoulders. His hands are far from clean, but so are everyone else's, be it mutant on land or human in the sky.
With consistent adversity and trauma throughout the entirety of his life, it's no shock that Cassius has become a rather guarded person, often putting up a masked front, though that often fails to hide the constant stress and tension that clings to his body and mind. It's difficult to relax when any rare, peaceful moment could turn to danger in less than a breath. Perceptive and obsevant, he keeps constant eyes on his surroundings, ears often twitching and swiveling at the faintest sounds around him. He has difficulty fully trusting others, unable to help but assume the worst despite his buried desire for companionship, a friend, family, the warmth and comfort of someone else he can lean on. With those he considers family a long ways away from the floating ship humans call home, a stark, cold loneliness has settled in.
Beneath his guarded, tense front, Cassius does hold that kindness and care that most have abandoned entirely. Perhaps it's the wishful thinker in him, the faintest sign of a dreamer beneath it all. Though those that receive it tend to be few and far between, the small group he's run with has seen it the most. It's his care for them that has pushed him to enter into the games despite the risks and dangers of it all.
▶Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ : If I Lead // Kiltro
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Fresh Vegetables. He craves plant-type food more often than anything else, and fresh vegetables are practically a rarity, a delicacy that he often craves for.
Wood Carving. He's taken to entertaining himself by wood carving, and over the years has become quite skilled at it. Cassius often carves small figures of animals, though most end up left behind or given to the younger members of the group he runs with.
Campfires. They're a comfort when it's safe enough to have one. It fights away the cold, offers light, and the smell tends to remind him of the feeling of safety, even if he never fully relaxes.
Trinkets. Whether his own wood carvings or little artifacts of past civilization that he finds while hunting or scavenging, Cassius likes collecting useless little things that look pretty or interesting.
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Storms. Wind, rain, thunder, or snow. It always fills Cassius with a sense of dread. It's hard to find proper shelter, and if a storm is bad enough, it could very well mean injury or death.
Cold. The cold is a death sentence when you don't have a warm home to return to.
Night. Low visibility and a general sense of unease, nightfall often leaves Cassius on edge.
Hunting. He's not an overly big fan of meat, so hunting live game isn't his favorite activity.
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Speed. With the genetic mutations he has, speed is a given, with stamina following. His legs can carry him far and wide at speeds most others could only dream of.
Sense of Smell. Rabbits are well known for their strong sense of smell, and he's no exception. He can pick up on scents from a long ways away, warning him of nearby predators.
Perception. His perception has grown plenty over the years, picking up on things that many others would miss.
Pain Tolerance. His tolerance and ability to endure pain has greatly increased over the years, and he feels as if he can push through higher amounts than most might be able to if necessary to survive.
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Strong Smells. With such a strong sense of smell like he has, overpowering scents or too many scents are practically an overstimulation nightmare for him.
Physically Weak. In terms of brute physical strength, Cassius is nothing. Without weapons to help him fight, or his speed to dodge or make an escape, he's practically nothing more than a snared rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
Claustrophobic. If only because being in small, tighter places tends to mean it's more difficult for him to dodge incoming attacks or manage an escape. He's not a huge fan of being trapped or restrained either, though.
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A somewhat brutal sort of thing, Cassius uses a hook-type weapon. At the middle is a short, metal handle, the center able to split and detach from each other and reveal small blades within. On either end of the shaft are long chains, each length leading down to the ends that rest two different hooks. On one side, the hook is more akin to a crude butcher hook, larger and more curved, with somewhat small barbs sticking out at certain places, a clear intent on doing more damage upon entry and exit. The other hook resembles something closer to a sickle, though both sides of the blade are sharpened, allowing for it to do damage whether it slices across someone or hooks around them. He typically holds the weapon at the chains rather than the handle, finding it easier to swing and control that way.
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{Ｐｌａｃｅ ｏｆ Ｏｒｉｇｉｎ :}
The Dead Cities. → The Forest.
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Twin Sister. Katia Zaytsev. Nineteen. Living.
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The Dead Cities. → The Forest.
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Twin Sister. Katia Zaytsev. Nineteen. Living.
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A rough start would be an understatement when looking at Cassius's life, but so is every other mutant's. The second born of a set of twins, he and his sister Katia entered the world at the cost of their mother's life. This caused their father to grow bitter and angry, blaming the two of them for her death and his newfound misery. He quickly fell into gambling, alcohol and drugs, and other habits to try and drown his grief, all the while becoming his own childrens' nightmare as his hatred turned into abuse. Eventually, his disdain for his children grew enough to desire to be rid of them entirely, leading him to finding a supposed "orphanage" that was willing to take the two. Freedom from their father turned into another nightmare as the orphanage revealed itself as a front for a trafficking ring, an easy source of money and resources for those running it at the cost of the children trapped within. They were moved out to locations dotting around the outskirts of the city to run their business, buying off the mutant-lead police force with their currency, goods, or the children at their disposal. Each child was marked with a metallic ear tag, colors and inscribed text signifying their value, nothing more than merchandise, used for a variety of entertainment or cheap labor, or even as lab rats - usually fatal. Of the near thirty children there were to start, by the end of things only six remained, the rest having succumbed to injury or illness. This era of their lives came to a close when they were eleven, the eldest remaining slaughtering the heads of the business in the middle of the night while they slept after freeing herself from her chains. Gathering those left, they took what supplies they could and ran, eventually finding their way to the forests miles away. Free.
Life in the forests wasn't easy by any means, but they were all far happier there, doing their best to survive, learning how to live off the land, how to hunt, how to fight. Cassius, one of the youngest, was quick to take on a hunter-gatherer role within the group, keeping a somewhat steady food source for them all. His sister occasionally joined him, though she often worked to defend them, a surprisingly good fighter despite her size, and the one Cassius learned most of his own fighting capabilities from. Their oddly content lives despite hardship in the forests came to an eventual downhill spiral when Ori suddenly struck, infecting two of the six of them, one being his sister. Though just in the early stages and not yet debilitating or destructive, he knew full well what it would become with enough time. In the end, it was what pushed him to join the games despite the rumors of its brutality, only running on the small hope that perhaps he'd be lucky enough to win, and in return, a cure for Ori for his sister and the other infected, maybe even money and resources to provide them stability, safety, and a proper place to call home.
Life in the forests wasn't easy by any means, but they were all far happier there, doing their best to survive, learning how to live off the land, how to hunt, how to fight. Cassius, one of the youngest, was quick to take on a hunter-gatherer role within the group, keeping a somewhat steady food source for them all. His sister occasionally joined him, though she often worked to defend them, a surprisingly good fighter despite her size, and the one Cassius learned most of his own fighting capabilities from. Their oddly content lives despite hardship in the forests came to an eventual downhill spiral when Ori suddenly struck, infecting two of the six of them, one being his sister. Though just in the early stages and not yet debilitating or destructive, he knew full well what it would become with enough time. In the end, it was what pushed him to join the games despite the rumors of its brutality, only running on the small hope that perhaps he'd be lucky enough to win, and in return, a cure for Ori for his sister and the other infected, maybe even money and resources to provide them stability, safety, and a proper place to call home.
ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ: ⓉⒽⒺ_ⓆⓊⒺⒺⓃ
