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Cassius Krause

I don't dance in the forest naked.

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a character in “The American Dream”, as played by cass-isnt-here

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Name
Cassius Krause. Yeah I was named after the dude who convinced Brutus to stab Caesar in the back. That was the only play by Shakespeare I understood. And yes, my last name is German.

Age
16

Gender
I have a dick.

Species
Human. Homo sapien witch. I mean, I can still reproduce with non-magical human beings and the definition of species is being able to successfully procreate with one another.

Skills
  • I can make a wicked flower crown.
  • The magic thing is in my genes, but I don't have a handle on the whole taming my magic.
  • Potion-making.
  • Rune making, it involved a lot of drawing and carving, which is my specialty.
  • Arting. I can art. It's a thing.
  • I'm great at stumbling onto dead things.
Sexuality
Keep whatever you have in your pants in your pants.

Goals
Graduate high school. Figure out what I'm going to do for the rest of my life or at least what I'll major in college.

Familiar
My lovely Finland. I remember saving the beta fish from the neglectful clutches of my former AP Biology teacher. Only good thing that came out of that class. Biology is not my thing. School isn't really my thing. Anyways, I had no clue she/he could turn into a human until one morning before the sun decided to get off it's lazy ass; I go mill around in the kitchen-family room area and I see a confused and extremely naked person sitting on the counter next to the fishbowl. I screamed bloody murder. My gorgeous, malnourished, blue-purpley-green fish was gone. Replaced with a person, who turned out to be Finland, of course. She/he, neither of us actually know what his/her gender is, has rad white short hair and lovely eyes like his scales. After she was clothed by my lovely, collected mother covering up ragged scars rippled over her arms and legs, it was all uphill.

Personality
Personalityā€¦personalityā€¦Iā€™d say my personality is a big balled-up mess of traits that flip on depending on my mood. Not that I have a massive array of moods, mainly boredom, amusement, irritation, or contentment. But my default settings include being a lazy, relaxed dork.

I am the meanest person youā€™ll ever encounter in your life; Iā€™ll definitely rip apart your self-esteem with sarcasm and bluntly honest insults; I would uncaringly leave you as a sobbing mess. You canā€™t trust me with secrets or emotions or to do ā€œniceā€ things for you. Well, I would be the meanest person you'd ever encounter if it didn't take so much effort or a lack of empathy towards people. I've cried over too many fictional characters to bully others but let's keep that a secret between you and me or else I'll set your house on fire.

Man do I feel narcissistic writing about my own personality. Iā€™m not even a reliable source of information about myself because Iā€™m going to definitely omit really shitty aspects about myself like, well, Iā€™m not going to provide examples. Iā€™d rather talk about other peopleā€™s personalities. Now other people. They have weird personalities. Like thereā€™s this girl in my history class and sheā€™s constantly giggling and silently communicating with another person across the room. Whenever sheā€™s called on to answer crap, she laughs nervously more than she answers. Whatever I donā€™t even like talking about myself, so tell me more about you.

History
Born and raised in Bluffington, life has been normal aside from the spells and witchcraft from my lovely motherā€™s side and trips to Shanghai, China to visit my momā€™s family and friends. Well, my dadā€™s family is a tangled up mess of divorces and remarrying so family gatherings are also a delight, most of the people from my dadā€™s side arenā€™t related to me by blood, which is perfectly fine and dandy, but my step-cousin has a romantic interest in me and it disturbs me. I grew up with her. Sheā€™s more like blood than the rest of the lot. I thank whatever deity above she lives in Kentucky. I donā€™t like thinking about the last family reunion though. Ugh, I didnā€™t think it was a date; I was just a preteen! I really didnā€™t, but then she paid for my food and I realized it was just the two of us. I like to think I donā€™t attract people in general, but Iā€™ve attracted a few people and have ended up on some really awkward dates that I cringe remembering.

Miscellaneous
I only own one pair of shoes: maroon oxfords, and I once set the local lake on fire.

So begins...

Cassius Krause's Story

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I gnawed absentmindedly at my finger nails, staring pensively into space. Yawning for the eighth time since I decided to be an angel and actually study for the SAT, I flipped the length book of exercises shut. Saturdays were designated for goofing off. I fidgeted. Lounging at home while avoiding homework and other student obligations stressed out my normally stress-free mind with guilt.

Abruptly standing, I swayed a bit when black spots filled my vision. Blinking a couple times, I stumbled around scavenging for clean clothing while maneuvering around pens and paper from the previous school year, which desperately needed disposal. I banged my shin against the clear container full of baby clothing and caused the stack to spill over in a dramatic thump. ā€œAre you okay?ā€ came faint shout from across the house.

ā€œYeaah! I just, the boxes, stuff fell!ā€ I shouted back at my mom, gritting my teeth because pain throbbed. I'm male; I don't deal with pain.

Grumbling to myself, I shoved my uncoordinated legs into comfy jeans and flailed around until the boring loose shirt covered my torso. By the time I was ready to face the sunlight and people, it was already afternoon. Strolling into the kitchen, I swung by Finland's five gallon tank to check if my dear was in fishy form and not gallivanting without clothing...and there she was hiding behind the filter again. I sprinkled a bunch of orange flanks near his vicinity and gave him my greetings. Swinging open the fridge, I frowned at the slim pickings. The sole person with cooking ability was only gone for a week and we've been reduced to take out and leftovers ever other night. I need real food, leafy green food. Something disgustingly healthy, which eliminated all the contents at home.

Patting my pockets, I reassured myself that I had all the essentials: phone, wallet, house keys, and small bag of runes. I left the large, mostly empty house and locked the door before trekking over to downtown Bluffington, which teamed with life. I spent most of that journey not making eye-contact with the townsfolk so I didn't have to awkwardly wave or smile my half grimace.

I was quickly distracted from my food acquiring goal by the local used bookstore to add to my hoard. Ducking into the tiny shop, I grinned at and greeted the elderly couple before diving into the stacks of books to find more reading material. Mrs. Crabapple was a lovely white-haired dragon and Mr. Crabapple was a crotchety old animated clock (they prefer being called zorigami, but pronunciation).

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Cassius ran his fingers over the old collection of books, willing one of them to jump out at him. After an eternity of fruitless searching, his hand absentmindedly hooked onto an annoyingly yellow book causing his whole body to jerk back. He frowned and tugged out the novel from it's snug position. Blinking at the block lettering Naked Lunch, he shrugged to himself. Why not? Summer break was around the corner, so his life was quickly becoming devoid of meaning. It's pathetic that the meaning of his life was public education. Whatever, education is a noble pursuit or that's what Aphrodite forces down the students' throats every year.

Thumbing through the pristine pages, he picked up on odd phrases such as 'insect agony' and a lot of slang. Cassius furrowed his eyebrow and flipped to the beginning...oh, it was published in the late 1950's. Of course. That whole later half of the 20th century was a culture black-hole. It was only five dollars and anything to help out the local economy, so Cassius mosied his way to the cashier, where Sal was managing the register much to his delight. Sal was always his favorite faun.

Before he actually reached Sal and his lovely clerical skills, a whirlwind of anger and goat hair burst into the tiny, crooked shop. A huge, shit-eating grin took over his face as his arch nemesis startled the faun.

Throwing his arm around the satyr, Cassius wrinkled his nose at the odd stench that curled from the goat-man. It was like a combination of sour fury and fishy mud. ā€œMan Leo, you're really letting go huh? I mean, taking a dive in the dump? Goats do that right? They eat trash,ā€ he said conversationally before waving at the poor skittish faun and handing him the paper-back book to check-out.

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Leopoldā€™s ears swiveled back at the grating voice, and the tension in his back built as a willowy arm was draped across his shoulders. Leo clenched his jaw and ground his teeth, his flexed fist itching for the jaw of the bane of his existence. He hardly noticed as Sal took a couple steps back from the counter with a muttered, ā€œOh, dear.ā€ Oh, Leopold was going to kill him. He was absolutely going to kill him. Leo could only picture himself reaching out and strangling the irritating witch, his inner voice shaking with sadistic mirth. No, no he was classier than that. Leopold Laemmle Pratt did not stoop to the level of lowly witch boys.

Straightening his anger-hunched spine, Leopold haughtily removed the irritantā€™s limb from across his shoulders, and smoothed back his now limp hair. As he opened his maw and peered down his snout to tell Cassius just how much he disliked his putrid touch, the witch spoke, ā€œMan Leo, you're really letting go huh? I mean, taking a dive in the dump? Goats do that right? They eat trash.ā€

Leoā€™s jaw hung, gaping wordlessly. A series of unattractive, sputtering scoffs escaped before his mouth snapped shut and his face flushed with unprecedented anger. Not only did the witch insult his integrity as a satyr, he had the gall to slight his credibility as a fashionable and well-groomed individual. ā€œYou, dickweed,ā€ the venom dripped from the word as if it was the most vulgar slur imaginable.