Name: Cass
Gender:Male
Age:27
Hometown: Dallas, Texas
Current place of residence: Los Angeles, California
Powers: Sound and vibration manipulation
Afflictions:Former addict, Insomnia, migraines
Health: Decent
PERSONALITY:
The good: Smart, fiercely loyal and protective over loved ones, Kind
The bad: Introverted, can let emotions control him, decides who to spare and who to kill
Likes: Music, people like him, animals, reading, silence outside of music
Dislikes: Most people, stupidity, arrogance, ignorance, narrow-mindedness.
Looks:
Clothing: Black trench coat, black combat pants or dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a black or white T-shirt, black fingerless gloves. What can he say? He loves black.
HISTORY
Isn't much is known about Cass; He was left by his real parents, no known family. He was raised by a couple of traveling "nomads". Unlike most children, he was exposed to the raw and pure side of the world, different people from different walks of life, and some of those people were special compared to the others. Cass was raised to respect and be kind to the earth and all of it's creatures, human and animal. His home was ever changing, only living in one place for a couple of years. His "parents" would always live in a decent home, after all they aren't vagabonds. He didn't have a traditional family, but more like a big commune of mentors, children like him, and free spirits. Some would call these people free loaders and maybe even freaks, but these people were family. He was named Cass, for castaway.
Cass was a shy and introverted child. Often studying over talking with friends and play during recess. He flew so under the radar that he wasn't picked on as much as others. While kids were at recess, he was in the library where he could read as much as he wants and escape into his quiet solace. He did pick up playing music, also escaping into that after school. High school was better to where people accepted his lone wolf look feel, and found friends and like minded people. He even found people who played music, viewed it as he did, which he enjoyed. After all, music was a huge part of him.Little did he know how much noise would affect him.
One day when he was playing his bass, as he did most days, he began to feel extremely dizzy, vision was as if he was staring through a beer bottle, cars and horns were so loud that he thought that his head would split open. These attacks went on, getting worse, then fading away after he was 21. Once it stopped, he was called to meet a close friend that told him that he might have an answer. Once they met, the man told Cass a story about these people that had "powers" and how they were elusive. The rumors were viewed like Big foot or Aliens; just a myth and a cute story. The man told Cass that he had signs, and to hone his skill, on his own time, own pace, and use his own nuances. The joke of him being able to control sound was not lost on him. He guessed it helped him pick music, which also brought out vibration control. It was almost like a conduit for his powers. Unfortunately, he turned to dark means to try to numb his powers when they got too bad. That, he only tells his friends that he would kill for.
That's what he did, and did it well. He soon knew his power, most of what he could do, how to use it, and decided to become a wandering "angel" of sorts. A shadow or a story, nothing else. As for his powers, he likes to hide them like an ace up his sleeve.