Requiem of Insanity
10-14-09, 02:09 AM
The Third Verse can be found here. (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=19732)
Cassandra Remi's newest skill sets and upgrades shall be done in Dark Red
Name: Cassandra Remi
Age:28
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 133 lbs.
Occupation: Traveling Actress, Serial Killer
Cassandra Remi is your average brunette bombshell. She stands at that perfect height, that perfect weight where you can just pick her up and have your way with her, her hair long and flowing in that perfect way. She has that look of wildness that lures men into a false sense of security, and that infallible ability to bat her eyes in just the right way to make a man's blood churn.
She's the girl everyone wants to be with...She's the fun one...Yet you can't help but feel a sense of death around her...But by the time you realize it, you're far to deep to pull back...Even in death her allure still captivates you...She can pull you into her web with but a single finger…You can't even feel her claws digging into your soul...
~*~*
“Come one, come all! Enter the big top for the final showing of Mr. Mantaj and his five star circus!” a small teen boy called cupping his mouth. Flocks of people walked before him, offering there hard earned money to see this show that ended all shows. A father carried two of his little girls in his arms so they wouldn’t be lost and as he filed into the tent he was stopped by a gorgeous woman who was scantly clad. She offered them all a small cup of water to drink before the show and they all took the drink and downed it quickly filing to their seats. At last the entire town it seemed was elbow to elbow for this last performance.
Drums rolled to silence the audience as a single spotlight shown upon the floor. A solitary wooden table with four chains on the corner ends was all that was visible before the master of ceremonies called out to them from his hidden spot.
“Close your rationalizations and your minds of all concepts of decency. Shatter the illusions that bind you and look to the world with tear filled eyes. Cry into the morbid shoulder of humanity, weeping for the lost yesterday that we all damned to be free.” A portly man was escorted to the table and placed upon it by four large men who each strapped him in making sure the chains were tight. When they left all there was to be heard was the silence in the darkness. Woozily the man opened his eyes with a fluttering of his eyelids. He looked left to right and then began to scream for help after realizing he was chained up.
“Help! Help me! Is anybody there? Anybody at all, please, someone tell me where I am!” a cruel laughter echoed into the stillness making him quiet down. The audience were all on the edge of their seats as they watched. The sound of high heeled boots echoed in the dark before a long, slender woman with pitch black hair entered the spotlight. She was wearing a one piece bathing like suit with thigh high boots and netting that covered her luscious legs. Her chest contained her breasts barely as she wore a loose ring master’s jacket. In one hand was a knife, in the other a whip. Her eyes hid no malice and her eyes burned with the curiosity of a cat who had trapped a mouse in its paws. She tilted the oversized ring leader’s hat back and opened her arms to audience.
“You’re all probably wondering why you are here!” she spoke. Yet words were not the way to describe the honey in her tone. It was like each word was part of a beautiful song and the audience was enraptured by this ring leader. “Welcome, welcome I say to you all!” she bowed lowly in respect to her gathered fans. She turned to the body and sauntered over to it with a graceful effort that made professional dancers envious. The blade nicked the man’s arm, cutting off a piece of flesh. As he screamed she took her whip and beat him with it until he smothered his own sobbing.
“What are you doing to me?” he weeped. She tapped a gentle finger on her cheek before addressing the audience.
“For your viewing pleasure I bring to you the tragedy of mankind. Here to play the part of the victim is Master of Ceremonies, Montague Montaj!” She clapped for him and the audience followed suit like blinded sheep. She wet her lips in anticipation. “This show will also have audience participation, so please, stay in your seats and prepared to be frightened, horrified, and even watch as your very moral fiber is stripped from your core!”
She turned back to Montague Montaj with a sinister grin. She dropped the whip and pointed to the side. The spotlight moved to the position where a small boy was wrapped up in a human pretzle. The audience gasped at this awkward state as he lifted himself in that unusual state and began to move around in a circle. They clapped for him and when the audience was silent the woman spoke up again.
“This is Edward Montaj, Mr. Montaj’s only son. He has claimed that his body is made of flexible bones, and that he can twist and be crushed into any position without bodily harm. To test this I have brought before you the mighty Oliphant of Fallien!” A loud trumpet like blast startled the crowd as a behemoth like beast stepped into the spotlight. The children all cried out to the Oliphant with excitement, pointing in mirth and giggling. The beast stepped forward and waited as the woman walked into the light. She petted the creatures enormous trunk and then pointed to the boy. It blasted another note and walked over to the boy. Edward uncoiled himself and laid flat on his stomach. The Oliphant placed one testing hand on his back without crushing him, making the audience gasp. It waited for a moment until it heard the command word to begin the magic trick.
Mr. Montaj screamed for this madness to end, hollering at the woman to spare his son’s life. After his pitch became irritating she whistled and the Oliphant crouched forward onto the boy’s body doing a handstand. The boy’s screams were short lived as cried out once, and everything in his body squashed under the massive foot of the beast. When it ended its balancing act it walked away into the darkness leaving only a bloody and deformed body left in its wake. Edward’s neck was hanging awkwardly to the side where his spine and shoulders met. Blood pooled out where his stomach and lungs were and his feet looked silly with one part muscle the other part flattened flesh. His father howled into the night like a madman at the loss of his son.
The audience clapped at the end of the trick as the woman bowed low walking towards the center of the ring at the table. Mr. Montaj fought violently at his bonds as he looked to her screaming in a native tongue his wrath to her. She pulled out a small paring knife and moved to his face cutting off his lower lip. His agony reached a fever pitch as she cut into him, laughing wildly. When she was done she tossed the fleshy body part behind her turning to the audience.
“You see, Mr. Montaj has used a drug in his shows that he offers in the drinks that he provides for free. It’s a hallucinogen that makes your senses and feeling receptors numb so you think your watching the best show ever. But the real truth is his cronies all walk the aisles robbing you blind. So I decided to take over this circus and twist it to my chaotic carnival of carnage.” she smiled brightly lifting the knife in her hand. “I placed all the workers under a love potion, and now they are all loyal to me, Cassandra Remi! I am your new master of ceremonies, but sadly this is a one night only show.”
The audience at this point looked confused, some even standing up and shouting at her for an explanation. She lifted a single hand to quiet the masses and, oddly enough, they all felt compelled to let her seek. “As I was saying,” She giggled lightly. “I decided to end his show with a show of my own. And to make this night truly memorable I have placed inside the drink you were all required to take at the start of the show a deadly poison dubbed ’The Howling.’ It’s effects are quite amazing.” She lifted her finger up to the top of the big top where two gymnasts swung on a rope dropping a curtain that blocked the hole in the center of ring. The two gymnasts ropes both became cut and they fell to their deaths, screaming all the way until they hit the ground with an earth quaking thud.
Cassandra quivered in delight at the sound of their deaths and then looked to the moon with a lustful eye. “You see, as we speak the illumination of the moon is right now making the poison inside you start to react violently. Your nerve receptors are about to be overloaded and every sensation will be enhanced a thousand fold. In fact, you’ll find yourselves battle ready to fight with amazing feats you had not before. But there is a teensy weensy side effect…” she mentioned shyly lifting her fingers to emphasize the insignificance of the side effect.
A woman screamed a blood curdling howl as she launched herself at the older man next to her. She bit into his face, raking his eye with her nails and biting his nose ripping off his right nostril. He howled back with an animalistic fury, pushing her away and backhanding her down into the row of people at her feet. Four men stood up, all brawling with each other howling like lunatics as they tried to rip each other apart.
“Ah yes, the side effect.” she continued on. “You see it overloads your senses and creates an adrenaline high that is more commonly known as a combat high. With so much information for your brain to process it shuts down and reverts to a dominant animalistic like state where you lose all form of self. Any agitation you feel will instantly trigger the Howling. Making you a raving rabid wolf like fiend.”
For all her explanation the creatures in the audience couldn’t care less as they ripped into each other like a pack of hungry wolves. She turned to Mr. Montaj with a dark look on her face.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to join them in the fun. But think of their screams as the back up chorus to my Requiem. You get the honor of being the lead vocalist. And now it’s time, time for you to join my Requiem of Insanity!”
His shouts cried out loud and clear over the noise of the howling audience members, but all it was good for was making this the best circus trip Cassandra ever had.
~*~*~
The Scale System: The Scale System is a way to easily understand what level of mastery Cassandra has reached in any particular ability. While some may be high, it is going to generally be a non combative, NPC reaction skill only, however, those skills will help others in the future. For instance, the Acting skill will help the lying skill.
1-2: She is either just starting to get the hang of this skill, or is in the process of mastering it. Practice will make perfect.
3: She can use this skill non-nonchalantly as an everyday thing. She still however, is far from mastering these techniques.
4-5: The final stages of, if not the complete, mastery of an ability. She has no need to even think about the skills in question.
Life Skills: These skills have no use in combat.
Acting: 4.5/5 Acting is the skill of ENTERTAINMENT and performing for an audience, be it private or public.
Lying: 5/5 Lying is the mastery of deceit or corrosion. Be it a flat out lie, or stealthy trying to hide something like a wound or a dagger.
Charm: 3.5/5 She knows she is a beautiful person, and has no problem using her charms and wit to get what she wants for small favors. While seeming a bit slutty, she does no acts of sexual or physical contact for such emotions mean little to her. Her Charm however does not go over well with the opposite sex, and makes it near impossible to get females to help her out. This works on lesbian woman as if they were men.
Alchemy: 3.5/5 Cassandra has picked up a book that once belonged to Catrina Ferman, a soul with dark intentions just like hers. Inside this book is various poisons and tricks for administering the pain without killing a foe. Most noted is the deadly Blood Sire. Currently, Cassandra know the following concoctions:
Poison- a low based poison, only designed to make an opponent feel nauseated.
Love Potion: (Only works on PC’s with permission) creates a stimulation and attraction to the first logical thing the person can love.
Twilight- A poison designed to make it so the effects of Vampiric disintegration in daylight now affects vampires in the moonlight, making it safe for them outside only in the twilight hours. (PC permission only.) For it to work, the host of the poison must have their blood drank by a vampire.
The Howling- A poison designed to overflow the sense filters in your body when the moon hits your skin. It's overloaded super like feeling shuts the bran down to an animalistic like state where your in a permanent combat high and lose all cognitive thought. (Need player permission to use.)
Umbra- A poison that deadens the nerves that make muscles move, incapacitating the target. However, they can still feel all pain they receive. (Need player permission to use)
Obsession (Torture): This is a passive Character quirk. She MUST if in the realm of being reasonable pursue and/or ask questions in the art of Torture. IE: If there is a man who delights in the ways of torture, she can't kill him unless she learns all there is to learn from him. If somebody has a book about unique techniques to inflict harm she will go to almost any length (including stealing if able) to obtain that knowledge. Hell she may even kidnap the person and torture them about how to torture them.
Obsession (Urges): This is a passive character quirk. Cassandra can't go long before she begins to bubble up with the need to kill again. If there is a rumor of someone who has murdered enough innocents, and she thinks the dead in the area have good enough reason to summon her, she WILL NOT pursue another quarry until the hunt is done. This could take years or days. Rest assured...she'll get her target eventually. If no rumors are present she has nothing to focus on, and immediately reverts to A Monster Lurks Within. (see below.)
A Monster Lurks Within: A passive character quirk. Cassandra’s death and her time singing the Song of Damned has allowed her to overcome her hunger, and the dark companion’s need to feed has been sated long enough that they can go for long periods of time without worrying about going insane.
Obsession (Dark Companion): A Passive Character Quirk. Cassandra is OBSESSED with her dark desires, a manifestation to her of her darker, deeper insanity. She sees it as a beautiful, charming, guile, vane man who she is devoted to lovingly. Her love is so strong that the thought of any one else in her life makes her angry and moody. As such she is completely immune to mind control effects and love potions. You cannot charm her, trick her, drug her, nothing will make her stop loving her dark companion. And she has only room in her heart for one man. Her Dark Companion.
- Her Dark Companion is able to be seen by those who have the ability to see spirits. If you have a dark desire, or a voice in your head, or anything that is just not normal and is a separate entity inside you, her dark desires can communicate, fight (HTH only), ect, etc against it. He is seen by others as a shadow form of a man, a head taller than Cassandra.
- Wave of Dread (Dark Companion): Cassandra's dark companion can release a wave of dread that can litteraly stop the movements of the iciest killers. On NPC's it prevents them from moving. On player characters four levels below her they move at 1/4 their normal speed. 3 levels below they move at 1/2 their normal speed. At 2 levels below they move at 3/4 of their normal movement. At one level or equal this ability just makes them feel really, really uncomfortable.
Combat skills: Uses that can effect PC's mostly.
Sleeper Hold: 3/5 The Sleeper Hold is her best method of subduing her targets to drag them to their doom in her palace of pain. The larger the target, the longer she must keep the hold. The best way to figure this out is to take the weight of the target, and for every 45LBS. over her weight she must hold the sleeper for an extra post. IE a person who weighs 140 lbs requires one post. A person who weighs 250 LBS. would require two posts before the unconsciousness sets in. These are consecutive posts by all players involved. Works on Humanoid creatures only.
Mistress of Torment: 4/5 To be able to inflict the poetic justice she so rightly administers she must be well versed in the art of punishment. Her past has given a good head start on how to inflict harm, and she has no problems with learning more. Now her skills have been tested against foes far stronger than herself, and she has learned much from them, including from the dark sinister book of Catrina Ferman.
Knives: 3/5 She has a knack for using any form of small cutlery but her skills in active combat are not quite up to par with general people. She can however, hold her own.
Swordplay: 1/3: Cassandra, recently achieving the Butcher's Bill, has unlocked the hidden swordsman inside her. However, she couldn't care less about how to wield a blade efficiently. This skill will only grow when the blade is used and she learns from the combat. If used for torture, she learns nothing about her blade. Also, because her hobby is more of importance to her, she can not gain mastery level with this weapon.
Equipment:
-Traveler's clothes. One set of nice formal attire. A jet black sneaking suit made of Vlince. It can reflect all light when in a predominantly shadowy area. Purchased in the bazaar here. (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=19217)
-Make up kit for stage performance, a satchel to hold her belongings.
-Set of knives, all varying in types, no stronger than Dehlar with a few Titanium and all but three items really usable for combat. Those would be The cat's claws (A wooden pole with blades that com out like a pair of claws(STEEL), Foot long dagger(STEEL), and a parrying knife STEEL for two dagger fighting.
Since incorporating her fathers own knives she tossed a few of her cutlery in favor of new ones, her utensils of death now include the following:
-Titanium Butcher's Knife
-Titanium Fillet Knife
-Dehlar Serrated Steak Knife
-Dehlar Iron Potato Peeler
-Dehlar Butterfly Knife
-Dehlar Searing Knife
-Steel Basic Cooks Utensils.
-Dehlar Santoku Knife
-The Butcher's Bill- A Dehlar Blade that is three and half feet long, the tip angled down in a diagonal and is extremely sharp. It is most excellent used as a giant's butchers knife, the metal and sharpness strong enough to cut through bone.
-Hope's Requiem: The Axe of Tabitha has runic charms upon it to keep the edge razor sharp, and it always shines brightly and never tarnishes it. To use its keen edge for it's cleaving mode however, Kane would need to know the dwarven words to activate the runes. Still, it's a nifty Titanium axe with a dehalr handle and masterwork leather hilt.
Anima Revixi: This item was used to bring Cassandra back to the real world, and she must wear it for a full year and a half in order for her soul to enter the world without it’s aid. Cassandra has also learned the item makes her soul untouchable. So long as her body wears the Anima Revixi, her soul cannot be taken, corrupted, or destroyed by anything as it will just revert back into her body through the Anima Revixi. However, this will mean she needs to re-attune to her body.
In the same vein, if Cassandra becomes separated with the Anima Revixi she begins to become sluggish and less energetic. Her mind easily falls into the state of a monster lurks within and she will continue to get worse the further away it gets. It must be at least a mile away for severe problems to occur. Anything within the mile and she becomes sluggish and slow.
NOTE: Please keep in mind that unless she uses the weapons meant for combat, her skills with kitchen knives in combat is still more useless than a bucket with a hole. She will also never use her darling, precious knives for anything but her..."Hobby"
Cassandra Remi's newest skill sets and upgrades shall be done in Dark Red
Name: Cassandra Remi
Age:28
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 133 lbs.
Occupation: Traveling Actress, Serial Killer
Cassandra Remi is your average brunette bombshell. She stands at that perfect height, that perfect weight where you can just pick her up and have your way with her, her hair long and flowing in that perfect way. She has that look of wildness that lures men into a false sense of security, and that infallible ability to bat her eyes in just the right way to make a man's blood churn.
She's the girl everyone wants to be with...She's the fun one...Yet you can't help but feel a sense of death around her...But by the time you realize it, you're far to deep to pull back...Even in death her allure still captivates you...She can pull you into her web with but a single finger…You can't even feel her claws digging into your soul...
~*~*
“Come one, come all! Enter the big top for the final showing of Mr. Mantaj and his five star circus!” a small teen boy called cupping his mouth. Flocks of people walked before him, offering there hard earned money to see this show that ended all shows. A father carried two of his little girls in his arms so they wouldn’t be lost and as he filed into the tent he was stopped by a gorgeous woman who was scantly clad. She offered them all a small cup of water to drink before the show and they all took the drink and downed it quickly filing to their seats. At last the entire town it seemed was elbow to elbow for this last performance.
Drums rolled to silence the audience as a single spotlight shown upon the floor. A solitary wooden table with four chains on the corner ends was all that was visible before the master of ceremonies called out to them from his hidden spot.
“Close your rationalizations and your minds of all concepts of decency. Shatter the illusions that bind you and look to the world with tear filled eyes. Cry into the morbid shoulder of humanity, weeping for the lost yesterday that we all damned to be free.” A portly man was escorted to the table and placed upon it by four large men who each strapped him in making sure the chains were tight. When they left all there was to be heard was the silence in the darkness. Woozily the man opened his eyes with a fluttering of his eyelids. He looked left to right and then began to scream for help after realizing he was chained up.
“Help! Help me! Is anybody there? Anybody at all, please, someone tell me where I am!” a cruel laughter echoed into the stillness making him quiet down. The audience were all on the edge of their seats as they watched. The sound of high heeled boots echoed in the dark before a long, slender woman with pitch black hair entered the spotlight. She was wearing a one piece bathing like suit with thigh high boots and netting that covered her luscious legs. Her chest contained her breasts barely as she wore a loose ring master’s jacket. In one hand was a knife, in the other a whip. Her eyes hid no malice and her eyes burned with the curiosity of a cat who had trapped a mouse in its paws. She tilted the oversized ring leader’s hat back and opened her arms to audience.
“You’re all probably wondering why you are here!” she spoke. Yet words were not the way to describe the honey in her tone. It was like each word was part of a beautiful song and the audience was enraptured by this ring leader. “Welcome, welcome I say to you all!” she bowed lowly in respect to her gathered fans. She turned to the body and sauntered over to it with a graceful effort that made professional dancers envious. The blade nicked the man’s arm, cutting off a piece of flesh. As he screamed she took her whip and beat him with it until he smothered his own sobbing.
“What are you doing to me?” he weeped. She tapped a gentle finger on her cheek before addressing the audience.
“For your viewing pleasure I bring to you the tragedy of mankind. Here to play the part of the victim is Master of Ceremonies, Montague Montaj!” She clapped for him and the audience followed suit like blinded sheep. She wet her lips in anticipation. “This show will also have audience participation, so please, stay in your seats and prepared to be frightened, horrified, and even watch as your very moral fiber is stripped from your core!”
She turned back to Montague Montaj with a sinister grin. She dropped the whip and pointed to the side. The spotlight moved to the position where a small boy was wrapped up in a human pretzle. The audience gasped at this awkward state as he lifted himself in that unusual state and began to move around in a circle. They clapped for him and when the audience was silent the woman spoke up again.
“This is Edward Montaj, Mr. Montaj’s only son. He has claimed that his body is made of flexible bones, and that he can twist and be crushed into any position without bodily harm. To test this I have brought before you the mighty Oliphant of Fallien!” A loud trumpet like blast startled the crowd as a behemoth like beast stepped into the spotlight. The children all cried out to the Oliphant with excitement, pointing in mirth and giggling. The beast stepped forward and waited as the woman walked into the light. She petted the creatures enormous trunk and then pointed to the boy. It blasted another note and walked over to the boy. Edward uncoiled himself and laid flat on his stomach. The Oliphant placed one testing hand on his back without crushing him, making the audience gasp. It waited for a moment until it heard the command word to begin the magic trick.
Mr. Montaj screamed for this madness to end, hollering at the woman to spare his son’s life. After his pitch became irritating she whistled and the Oliphant crouched forward onto the boy’s body doing a handstand. The boy’s screams were short lived as cried out once, and everything in his body squashed under the massive foot of the beast. When it ended its balancing act it walked away into the darkness leaving only a bloody and deformed body left in its wake. Edward’s neck was hanging awkwardly to the side where his spine and shoulders met. Blood pooled out where his stomach and lungs were and his feet looked silly with one part muscle the other part flattened flesh. His father howled into the night like a madman at the loss of his son.
The audience clapped at the end of the trick as the woman bowed low walking towards the center of the ring at the table. Mr. Montaj fought violently at his bonds as he looked to her screaming in a native tongue his wrath to her. She pulled out a small paring knife and moved to his face cutting off his lower lip. His agony reached a fever pitch as she cut into him, laughing wildly. When she was done she tossed the fleshy body part behind her turning to the audience.
“You see, Mr. Montaj has used a drug in his shows that he offers in the drinks that he provides for free. It’s a hallucinogen that makes your senses and feeling receptors numb so you think your watching the best show ever. But the real truth is his cronies all walk the aisles robbing you blind. So I decided to take over this circus and twist it to my chaotic carnival of carnage.” she smiled brightly lifting the knife in her hand. “I placed all the workers under a love potion, and now they are all loyal to me, Cassandra Remi! I am your new master of ceremonies, but sadly this is a one night only show.”
The audience at this point looked confused, some even standing up and shouting at her for an explanation. She lifted a single hand to quiet the masses and, oddly enough, they all felt compelled to let her seek. “As I was saying,” She giggled lightly. “I decided to end his show with a show of my own. And to make this night truly memorable I have placed inside the drink you were all required to take at the start of the show a deadly poison dubbed ’The Howling.’ It’s effects are quite amazing.” She lifted her finger up to the top of the big top where two gymnasts swung on a rope dropping a curtain that blocked the hole in the center of ring. The two gymnasts ropes both became cut and they fell to their deaths, screaming all the way until they hit the ground with an earth quaking thud.
Cassandra quivered in delight at the sound of their deaths and then looked to the moon with a lustful eye. “You see, as we speak the illumination of the moon is right now making the poison inside you start to react violently. Your nerve receptors are about to be overloaded and every sensation will be enhanced a thousand fold. In fact, you’ll find yourselves battle ready to fight with amazing feats you had not before. But there is a teensy weensy side effect…” she mentioned shyly lifting her fingers to emphasize the insignificance of the side effect.
A woman screamed a blood curdling howl as she launched herself at the older man next to her. She bit into his face, raking his eye with her nails and biting his nose ripping off his right nostril. He howled back with an animalistic fury, pushing her away and backhanding her down into the row of people at her feet. Four men stood up, all brawling with each other howling like lunatics as they tried to rip each other apart.
“Ah yes, the side effect.” she continued on. “You see it overloads your senses and creates an adrenaline high that is more commonly known as a combat high. With so much information for your brain to process it shuts down and reverts to a dominant animalistic like state where you lose all form of self. Any agitation you feel will instantly trigger the Howling. Making you a raving rabid wolf like fiend.”
For all her explanation the creatures in the audience couldn’t care less as they ripped into each other like a pack of hungry wolves. She turned to Mr. Montaj with a dark look on her face.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to join them in the fun. But think of their screams as the back up chorus to my Requiem. You get the honor of being the lead vocalist. And now it’s time, time for you to join my Requiem of Insanity!”
His shouts cried out loud and clear over the noise of the howling audience members, but all it was good for was making this the best circus trip Cassandra ever had.
~*~*~
The Scale System: The Scale System is a way to easily understand what level of mastery Cassandra has reached in any particular ability. While some may be high, it is going to generally be a non combative, NPC reaction skill only, however, those skills will help others in the future. For instance, the Acting skill will help the lying skill.
1-2: She is either just starting to get the hang of this skill, or is in the process of mastering it. Practice will make perfect.
3: She can use this skill non-nonchalantly as an everyday thing. She still however, is far from mastering these techniques.
4-5: The final stages of, if not the complete, mastery of an ability. She has no need to even think about the skills in question.
Life Skills: These skills have no use in combat.
Acting: 4.5/5 Acting is the skill of ENTERTAINMENT and performing for an audience, be it private or public.
Lying: 5/5 Lying is the mastery of deceit or corrosion. Be it a flat out lie, or stealthy trying to hide something like a wound or a dagger.
Charm: 3.5/5 She knows she is a beautiful person, and has no problem using her charms and wit to get what she wants for small favors. While seeming a bit slutty, she does no acts of sexual or physical contact for such emotions mean little to her. Her Charm however does not go over well with the opposite sex, and makes it near impossible to get females to help her out. This works on lesbian woman as if they were men.
Alchemy: 3.5/5 Cassandra has picked up a book that once belonged to Catrina Ferman, a soul with dark intentions just like hers. Inside this book is various poisons and tricks for administering the pain without killing a foe. Most noted is the deadly Blood Sire. Currently, Cassandra know the following concoctions:
Poison- a low based poison, only designed to make an opponent feel nauseated.
Love Potion: (Only works on PC’s with permission) creates a stimulation and attraction to the first logical thing the person can love.
Twilight- A poison designed to make it so the effects of Vampiric disintegration in daylight now affects vampires in the moonlight, making it safe for them outside only in the twilight hours. (PC permission only.) For it to work, the host of the poison must have their blood drank by a vampire.
The Howling- A poison designed to overflow the sense filters in your body when the moon hits your skin. It's overloaded super like feeling shuts the bran down to an animalistic like state where your in a permanent combat high and lose all cognitive thought. (Need player permission to use.)
Umbra- A poison that deadens the nerves that make muscles move, incapacitating the target. However, they can still feel all pain they receive. (Need player permission to use)
Obsession (Torture): This is a passive Character quirk. She MUST if in the realm of being reasonable pursue and/or ask questions in the art of Torture. IE: If there is a man who delights in the ways of torture, she can't kill him unless she learns all there is to learn from him. If somebody has a book about unique techniques to inflict harm she will go to almost any length (including stealing if able) to obtain that knowledge. Hell she may even kidnap the person and torture them about how to torture them.
Obsession (Urges): This is a passive character quirk. Cassandra can't go long before she begins to bubble up with the need to kill again. If there is a rumor of someone who has murdered enough innocents, and she thinks the dead in the area have good enough reason to summon her, she WILL NOT pursue another quarry until the hunt is done. This could take years or days. Rest assured...she'll get her target eventually. If no rumors are present she has nothing to focus on, and immediately reverts to A Monster Lurks Within. (see below.)
A Monster Lurks Within: A passive character quirk. Cassandra’s death and her time singing the Song of Damned has allowed her to overcome her hunger, and the dark companion’s need to feed has been sated long enough that they can go for long periods of time without worrying about going insane.
Obsession (Dark Companion): A Passive Character Quirk. Cassandra is OBSESSED with her dark desires, a manifestation to her of her darker, deeper insanity. She sees it as a beautiful, charming, guile, vane man who she is devoted to lovingly. Her love is so strong that the thought of any one else in her life makes her angry and moody. As such she is completely immune to mind control effects and love potions. You cannot charm her, trick her, drug her, nothing will make her stop loving her dark companion. And she has only room in her heart for one man. Her Dark Companion.
- Her Dark Companion is able to be seen by those who have the ability to see spirits. If you have a dark desire, or a voice in your head, or anything that is just not normal and is a separate entity inside you, her dark desires can communicate, fight (HTH only), ect, etc against it. He is seen by others as a shadow form of a man, a head taller than Cassandra.
- Wave of Dread (Dark Companion): Cassandra's dark companion can release a wave of dread that can litteraly stop the movements of the iciest killers. On NPC's it prevents them from moving. On player characters four levels below her they move at 1/4 their normal speed. 3 levels below they move at 1/2 their normal speed. At 2 levels below they move at 3/4 of their normal movement. At one level or equal this ability just makes them feel really, really uncomfortable.
Combat skills: Uses that can effect PC's mostly.
Sleeper Hold: 3/5 The Sleeper Hold is her best method of subduing her targets to drag them to their doom in her palace of pain. The larger the target, the longer she must keep the hold. The best way to figure this out is to take the weight of the target, and for every 45LBS. over her weight she must hold the sleeper for an extra post. IE a person who weighs 140 lbs requires one post. A person who weighs 250 LBS. would require two posts before the unconsciousness sets in. These are consecutive posts by all players involved. Works on Humanoid creatures only.
Mistress of Torment: 4/5 To be able to inflict the poetic justice she so rightly administers she must be well versed in the art of punishment. Her past has given a good head start on how to inflict harm, and she has no problems with learning more. Now her skills have been tested against foes far stronger than herself, and she has learned much from them, including from the dark sinister book of Catrina Ferman.
Knives: 3/5 She has a knack for using any form of small cutlery but her skills in active combat are not quite up to par with general people. She can however, hold her own.
Swordplay: 1/3: Cassandra, recently achieving the Butcher's Bill, has unlocked the hidden swordsman inside her. However, she couldn't care less about how to wield a blade efficiently. This skill will only grow when the blade is used and she learns from the combat. If used for torture, she learns nothing about her blade. Also, because her hobby is more of importance to her, she can not gain mastery level with this weapon.
Equipment:
-Traveler's clothes. One set of nice formal attire. A jet black sneaking suit made of Vlince. It can reflect all light when in a predominantly shadowy area. Purchased in the bazaar here. (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=19217)
-Make up kit for stage performance, a satchel to hold her belongings.
-Set of knives, all varying in types, no stronger than Dehlar with a few Titanium and all but three items really usable for combat. Those would be The cat's claws (A wooden pole with blades that com out like a pair of claws(STEEL), Foot long dagger(STEEL), and a parrying knife STEEL for two dagger fighting.
Since incorporating her fathers own knives she tossed a few of her cutlery in favor of new ones, her utensils of death now include the following:
-Titanium Butcher's Knife
-Titanium Fillet Knife
-Dehlar Serrated Steak Knife
-Dehlar Iron Potato Peeler
-Dehlar Butterfly Knife
-Dehlar Searing Knife
-Steel Basic Cooks Utensils.
-Dehlar Santoku Knife
-The Butcher's Bill- A Dehlar Blade that is three and half feet long, the tip angled down in a diagonal and is extremely sharp. It is most excellent used as a giant's butchers knife, the metal and sharpness strong enough to cut through bone.
-Hope's Requiem: The Axe of Tabitha has runic charms upon it to keep the edge razor sharp, and it always shines brightly and never tarnishes it. To use its keen edge for it's cleaving mode however, Kane would need to know the dwarven words to activate the runes. Still, it's a nifty Titanium axe with a dehalr handle and masterwork leather hilt.
Anima Revixi: This item was used to bring Cassandra back to the real world, and she must wear it for a full year and a half in order for her soul to enter the world without it’s aid. Cassandra has also learned the item makes her soul untouchable. So long as her body wears the Anima Revixi, her soul cannot be taken, corrupted, or destroyed by anything as it will just revert back into her body through the Anima Revixi. However, this will mean she needs to re-attune to her body.
In the same vein, if Cassandra becomes separated with the Anima Revixi she begins to become sluggish and less energetic. Her mind easily falls into the state of a monster lurks within and she will continue to get worse the further away it gets. It must be at least a mile away for severe problems to occur. Anything within the mile and she becomes sluggish and slow.
NOTE: Please keep in mind that unless she uses the weapons meant for combat, her skills with kitchen knives in combat is still more useless than a bucket with a hole. She will also never use her darling, precious knives for anything but her..."Hobby"