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Cassius Jagger

"Hey buddy! How's it going?"

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a character in “Shadows at Dawn: The Gathering”, as played by Methodical

Description

Cassius Jagger


Age: 19

Picture: Image

Additional Appearance: Cassius is fairly tall, with lightly tanned skin and and an athletic build. He has medium-length chestnut brown hair and calming green eyes that are gentle, but seem to harbor more anger then he lets on.

Clothing Cassius, while not extremely fashion conscious, often tends to wear a host of different clothing styles, like a dress-shirt and tie with the sleeves rolled up one day, and a white wife-beater and jeans the next. He is also know for constantly under-dressing, especially in the Colorado snow, in which he often wears t-shirts when everybody else is bundled in jackets. 

Weapon: Cass likes to fight with light, durable weapons, and often battles using twin tomahawks.

Faction: Werewolves

Rank: Gamma

Animal: Cass takes the form of an Arctic Wolf. He is medium-sized with sharp fangs and a strip of grey fur down his back, as well as on his ears.

Background: Cassius was born into another wolf pack, led by his father, and based in southern Canada. 

The pack was extremely powerful, and revered as one of the were-world's great powers until an internal dispute broke out between his father, the current alpha, and Lucius D'Mont, the beta. Lucius didn't approve of Cass' Father's leadership, often saying that he'd gone soft. After a while of civil dispute, Lucius assassinated Cass' mother and father in cold blood, and took control of the group, blaming the assassination on a rival pack. 

Luckily, Cassius' aunt Selena was able to flee with the young boy before Lucius could find them, and they went to the Colorado wolf pack for shelter, as one of Cass' aunt's best friends lived there. They were welcomed with open arms, and after a while, Cassius became a regular pack member, with his aunt becoming a respected elder.  

Two years ago, Cass' aunt passed away from ALS, but Cass was very at peace with her death, and was glad that she wouldn't have to suffer from the terrible disease any longer. He is currently trying to prove himself as a strong warrior to the alpha, in an attempt to earn more respect In the pack. He has also taken up music as a hobby, and can often be found annoying the rest of the pack by trying to learn to play a ridiculous amount of instruments, and failing.

Personality: Cass is a very kind person, and would go out of his way to help any one of his pack members. He is generally well liked by the pack due to his his fun-loving personality, and gets along well with many of the older pack members. He is very approachable, easy to talk to and genuinely cares for everyone in the pack, even if they don't feel the same way.

Cass does, however, have a hard time trusting people, and is known to be a horrible insomniac, often roaming around the house keeping himself busy at all hours of the night, which can sometimes irritate his other pack members.

How do you feel about the other faction: Cassius is very hospitable for the cats, and welcomes them to the wolf house. He loves meeting new people, and having a whole other group of werekin at the house makes him very happy. He doesn't quite understand the political tension the arrangement is causing, but hey, the more the merrier, right?

Theme Songs:

 Roads Untravelled - Linkin Park

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone
'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known

Give up your heart left broken
And let that mistake pass on
'Cause the love that you lost
Wasn't worth what it cost
And in time you'll be glad it's gone

Woah-oo-oh-oh
Woah-oo-ohh
Woah-oo-oh-oh
Woah-oo-ohh

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for sights unseen
May your love never end
And if you need a friend
There's a seat here alongside me

Woah-oo-oh-oh
Woah-oo-ohh
Woah-oo-oh-oh
Woah-oo-ohh

You Got Me Rocking - The Rolling Stones

I was a butcher cutting up meat
My hands were bloody I'm dying on my feet
I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake
I was a falling 'till you put on the brakes
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now

I was a pitcher down in a slump
I was a fighter taken for a sucker punch
Feeling bad I guess I lost my spring
I was the boxer who can't get in the ring
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now

I was a hooker losing her looks
I was a writer can't write another book
I was all dried up dying to get wet
I was a tycoon drowning in debt
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now

Spun - Grouplove

I want it rag-tag, life in a bag
I've been sleeping in a bus, mistrust singing lalalala
I got the feeling I've been nickel and dimed
That was probably in line for the semi-conscious state of mind
Rush, rush, rush, for the gold dust scattered too much
I'm sippin' cocktails, fish scales, falling for love
I'm falling for love

Reason, reason, reason is gone, don't go!
Spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Don't go (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Yeah reason reason reason is gone (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
I'm spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)

I want it rag-tag, love in a bag
Volume five, drip dry, Lo-Fi, singing lalalala
Rush rush rush down in the sound
It's your ride, top side, high tide
Free falling below
I'm falling for love

Reason, reason, reason is gone, so long!
Spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
I'm gone (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Yeah reason reason reason is gone (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
I'm spun (are you lonesome, are you, are you lonesome?)
Ha, ha, ha spun!

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So begins...

Cassius Jagger's Story

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Cassius stood in the yard, both feet planted firmly on the well-kept green grass, which was currently soaked with early-morning dew, with a throwing-axe in each hand. He was shirtless, as well as bare-footed, as he had only bothered to throw on a pair of dark-blue jeans, that were slightly ripped and torn, especially at the ankles. He raised one hand, axe in tow and aimed it at the soda can target he had placed on a small log. He prepared to throw, balancing his figure along with the small, round block of wood that sat on his head, and with a lighting-fast motion, threw the axe, which sunk into the log, and not the pop-can as he had hoped. He sighed, and took the stump off of his head, setting it on the cool grass, and lying down beside it.

He ran a hand through his dark-chocolate brown hair, seemingly deep in thought, but in reality, gazing at the clouds intently. The boy had been up all night, and, as usual, had neglected to take his sleeping medication. After a few hours lying in bed, he had decided it would be a good idea to do some target practice out on the lawn. He had been there for about an hour, or was it five? He could never remember. As of late, he had desperately been attempting to improve his aim. He was an excellent hand-to-hand fighter, as well as a decent acrobatic, but so were many others in the pack, and to stand out as a warrior, and impress the alpha, he thought it would help to be a good shot.

He considered his next move carefully. Should he go swimming? No, he didn't feel like going back into the house to get his trunks, and he sure wasn't going skinny-dipping at this hour, especially if little Vale was running around, as she surely was. Watch a movie? Nah, he didn't want to wake the rest of the house, and again, he didn't feel like exerting himself that much. After a bit more thought, he settled on lying there, sighing, and picking grass with his hand. He glanced over in the direction of the house. He noticed the kitchen light come on. Were his fellow wolves arising already? Who was up? He decided to get up and go see.

As he walked through the lawn, he began to feel more and more tired, and by the time he got near the abode, he collapsed, deep in sleep in the grass, just outside the window. It seemed his body had finally caught up with his insomnia and decided to punch it in the face. He began dreaming about vegetables. He hated vegetables.

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Cassius Jagger Character Portrait: Cain Sulien Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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Cyra gave a small huff, amusement plain on her face when Anvar informed her that Vale had already gotten a taste. Cyra wasn't surprised at all, but sometimes the girl's intense curiosity concerned her. What would happen when she got into something more dangerous that a taste of whiskey or an unloaded gun? And even worse, what if none of the pack was able to get the pup out of it?

Ulrica entered the room just as Cyra made her comment. Of course, Ulrica had to make a comment of her own. Cyra's ears went back slightly, her eyes narrowing for a moment at her fellow beta. Though it was a true statement, and even one that Cyra agreed with, she resented it when it came from one who she deemed a rival. Though Cyra and Ulrica were equal in authority, Cyra was always wary of any attempt by Ulrica to gain more authority, imagined or not. At Anvar's grinning comment, Cyra somehow got the idea that the alpha was beginning to favor Ulrica over her, though it was said in a joking manner. Her ears flattened back more severely, eyes again narrowing at the beta, as a soundless growl rumbled in her throat.

This was quickly cut off by the alpha's next statement. Cyra gave a sneeze, and her expression instantaneously changed, one ear straight up with the other cocked back in almost playful manner. With her head tilted to one side, she seemed curious and attentive to the Alpha's words. She was only slightly surprised that he was sending them out on patrol without him, but she took the responsibility seriously. When he pointed at his various scars, one side of Cyra's lip curled up, tail wagging playfully as she grinned back at him in her own way.

Suddenly, Brandin came in, grumpy as usual. Cyra merely turned her grin to him, happy at the thought of getting out of the house, even if it was just to go on patrol. She gave another amused huff as Vale "shot" him with the gun. She paid little attention to Anvar's banter with Brandin, laying her head down on her massive paws.

When Anvar told the betas to round everyone up for patrol, more of an order than a request, Cyra jumped off the couch and strode out of the room, hurrying a bit to beat Ulrica. Without breaking stride, she communicated to Renmy and Cain. "Time to go on patrol. Renmy, I think Anvar is planning on watching Vale, so you can come." Usually, Renmy didn't go on patrol with them, already having her hands full with Vale, but perhaps she would decide to this time.

Not pausing to reflect on this, Cyra continued through the lower floor in search of Cassius, pausing a moment at the stairs to listen for any movement upstairs before heading outside. Pausing to the right of the door, one foot held up as she sniffed the ground, she searched for his scent. She soon picked it up, along with Vale and Renmy's from earlier and the older scents of the whole pack. She followed his scent around the house, nose going low to the ground every few steps.

After a moment, she caught sight of him lying in the grass, obviously asleep. Cyra didn't question why he was out here, but instead, joyfully bounded over to him. She jabbed his shoulder sharply with her nose and pawed at him several times until he woke up. When he awoke, she bounded backwards once as playfully as a young puppy, her front legs on the ground with her rump high in the air and her tail wagging fiercely. "We're going on patrol. Come on!"

She ran back to the front steps, waiting until everyone that was going was ready, and, running off beside Ulrica, quickly settled into a fast but efficient lope with her tail lazily wagging as they headed off on patrol.

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Cass raised his head slowly, groaning as he arose to the sight if his fellow pack member, awakening him from his short sleep. He yawned very audibly.

"Hey Cy." He said, getting up and dusting himself off. He stumbled as he attempted to walk forward, and rubbed his eyes. He jumped in place with great vigor for a moment in an attempt to get his blood flowing and wake him self up. After he seemed to have succeeded, he dashed inside, not bothering to grab a shirt, and snatched up his weapon belt, slipping in two tomahawks and a large Bowie knife, and headed off after Cyra to go on patrol.

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Cyra loped along happily. The morning was warm, and the light from the rising sun slowly spilled over them. The grass under her paws was green and the earth was soft from a recent rain. Countless grasshoppers scattered out before them, along with small, fluttering butterflies. A rabbit was startled from its hiding place and darted away. Cyra gazed disinterestedly at it as it disappeared from view in the tall grass. A soft breeze carressed their backs, bringing a refreshing coolness. Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed bringing a new and rather strong scent. Ulrica pointed it out, making it even more obvious than it already was. She seemed confused by the scent, as if she could not quite place it, but Cyra knew it immediately. "Werecats." Cyra's hackles rose, making her look larger than she already was. A deep growl rumbled in her chest as she continued to scent the air. "Not only are they on our land, but they have also been hunting." Cyra could smell the freshly killed meat even from here, though it was not as prominent in her nostrils as the smell of the cats. This realization only made her growl increase in intensity. "Let's go. Cassius, Anvar needs to be informed of this. Hurry!"

The length of her stride increased until she was almost in a flat out run, the motion seeming effortless. Within minutes, they were in sight of the river. The intruders were close. Suddenly, another scent came to her. It was that of Brandin and Cyra thought she also detected Renmy. She had thought that Brandin was still at the house. What woke him up and brought him out here? It was unlikely that Renmy had woken him up, she was smarter than that. She slightly changed her direction again to intercept Brandin and Renmy. It would be better if they faced this theat as a group. They were getting closer and closer to the cats, and Cyra was getting noticeably more tense. There was a familiar scent amont those intruders, one that brought back memories that Cyra would rather forget. She desperately hoped that she was mistaken, but even if she was not, she would not hesitate to protect her pack and home at all costs if necessary.

Finally, the werecats came into view, some in human form but several still in animal form. Her pace slowed, her bearing menacing and face curled in a snarl. "How dare you intrude on our land!" A fierce, rasping growl emanated from the wolf, expressing the extent of her displeasure at the werecats presence.