The Games App
May. 19th, 2015 01:56 pmOUT of CHARACTER
Name: Ema
Other characters: Revas Tabris, and Rochelle
IN CHARACTER
Name: Cassian Bouchard
Alias: Also goes by Cass or Cassy
Fandom: Panem OC
Canon point/AU: Panem OC
Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
itscalledfashion
PB: Hayley Williams
Age: 21 years old
History: Cassian is from a fairly well-to-do, well known family in the Capitol. Most people it produces are successful contributers to the Capitol as a whole. Few have any real political leverage, but they are, as a whole, respected and respectable. Cassian has lived up to the expectations placed upon him, for while he is no politician, he's managed to achieve a passible amount of fame as a socialite and a fashion designer.
He lives with the minor scandal of his birth--He's the offspring of an indescretion of his father with a member of Capitolite society who was on the bottom rungs, scrapping the bottom of the barrel. His birth was brushed off by his father, and he was raised by his mother for a full year, until his father found that his wife was infertile. It was a simple matter to take a child conveniently already birthed and blood related, and able to be legally raised with only a little money tossed at the courts, and to the wife and her family for her to agree to claim the child as her own.
He grew up being absently spoiled. His parents had better things to do than mess around with children, so they simply gave him whatever he wanted, in exchange for having no demands on their time. And he had no demands placed on him--No one expected anything out of him, and as long as he didn't create a scandal or do anything to hurt their standing, he was given free leave to pursue whatever he desired. Anything that that was socially accepted was free game, as long as the name was left unmarred. And so he grew up with no real affection given or received, nor any expectations placed, but every material desire fulfilled.
Cass showed an early affinity for moving in social circles, and for fashion. He learned how to use his tongue as a tool to both get himself alliances, and create rifts. The political savvy that was in his blood turned to learning how to manipulate, study relationships, find out who to get in with, to give favors to, in order to get something from someone totally different.
He found the gender roles too restrictive--One gender too restrictive, and separated himself from being grounded in masculinity. Their family, and the Capitol, usually just roll with it, figuring it a cute little quirk that a rising star found as an angle to help separate themself from the masses.
Refusing to pick from masculine or feminine clothing, but putting them both together to mix and match as he felt, eventually Cassian start designing his own clothing, to be able to give him both the colors, patterns, and flexibility in clothing that he desired. The unique way that he blended both traditionally masculine and feminine clothing, and poured bright and startling colors into his clothing, made the clothing stand out from the rest.
With Cass' social standing and fashion skills, he managed to pull the strings that got him in with as a helper, working under various stylists. But ambition runs deep in his blood, and now he's finally getting to become a head stylist for his very own district. His family is politely proud of him, holding it to the same standard as one might give getting a bronze medal--Nothing that will be noted history, but decent enough
Presentation: Cassian seems to be your run of the mill Capitolite pulled right out of a fashion party. Selfish and self contained, his world is the size of a thimble, and revolves completely around his social circles and moving higher within them. He lives and breathes all the latest Capitolite drama, though he stays away from politics like they're last month's color schemes. He'll be more than happy to chat about the scandal of how Junia has been looking she's been hiding a baby bump, when the man she's engaged to has been away to the districts to take care of business for the last six months. But he knows almost nothing about the mechanics of the Capitol, how things are run. When asked, he'll say that he just does what he's supposed to do, and the men in charge do what they're supposed to do.
Him being so self contained doesn't mean that he's rude, or mean--He's a friendly person, eager to get to know people, and chat with them. He enjoys learning about other people, and tries to endear himself to them whenever possible. It's easier to have friends than to have enemies, and he craves the affirmation of people liking him. His silver tongue has gotten him to where he is today, and he'll continue to use it, learning each new person, where to poke and prod, and how to tell them what they need to hear in order to like him.
But not everyone can like him, nor be liked in return. People on the outs with Cassian may or may not know it--It depends on just how far you've managed to piss him off. For all of his spoiled youth, and his demands for instant satisfaction with material weath, he has a patience for his social life that goes against what you might think of a Capitolite. People often underestimate just how ruthless Cassian can be, when he puts his mind to it. If someone well and truly crosses him, he can spend months carefully pulling strings and pressing his fingers into particular pies, setting up an elaborate scheme to pull apart someone's life.
However, going to such lengths calls for a deep and personal anger. If you are simply annoying, you'll be sentenced to a brand of passive aggression that any mother would be proud to wield. He takes pleasure in backwards compliments and poking and picking at people's weaknesses. Little comments that sound innocent, but are insidious in intent.
He loves anything that gives him instant gratification. Food and sex, but he also delves into more serious, possibly harmful things. He smokes cigarettes like a chimney, drinks alcohol like water, and had an intimate knowledge of the psychoactive drugs that are available to the Capitol. He tries to stay away from anything really hard--Cigarettes are the only really addictive thing he'll take, but he's dabbled in just about everything he can get his hands on.
Cassian is quick to chatter away with people about just about anything, but anyone who pays attention long enough will realize that no one walks away knowing anything significant about him. He speaks and befriends without substance or true emotion, and only those within his most inner circle know his true emotions and feelings. With as much of a social spotlight that shines on him, he's never one to put out anything that could be used against him. And so he keeps anything of substance close to his chest.
This includes his issues with gender. It doesn't feel right to him, that what someone is born as dictates what they wear, how they behave, how they are perceived, and that this concept is immutable. That people can't change, that he can't be a she one day, or a them another, and go back to being a he later on. But the Capitol doesn't care, and attempts to explain are usually ignored--They're too heavy, and talking about pulling down social constructs brushes too close to sedition for a cautious population that knows that the wrong words to the wrong person can ruin their lives. So he usually bottles it up, focuses it into his work, putting down his frustrations into beautiful clothing that defies gender in a way that he struggles to.
He's a hedonistic, selfish, and utterly naive person with no concept of life outside of the bubble that he exists within. But he is also absolutely desperate for positive attention, friendship, and to be comfortable within his own body.
Motivations: Cassian's biggest motivation will always be himself. All of his actions and all of his plans are all based on the goals that he has set to further himself. His needs are the most important thing in the world to him, and his focus is on meeting those needs.
He wants acceptance and popularity, and puts a lot of focus on socializing and manuevering in circles to meet these needs. Being denied affection in his youth left its mark on him--Cassian is desperate for positive attention, and will achieve it through any means possible. He likes making as many empty friendships as possible, things with no substance, but fulfill his needs. He has a few close friends, but he prefers having lots of loose friends that need little upkeep, but are there for gossip and wrangling compliments out of.
He also wants to make his family proud, somehow. Because of his circumstances, and his place in society, his family expects almost nothing out of him, but he craves them acknowledging him as a successful person, and saying that they're proud that he's a member of their family. He doesn't want to stagnate in a quagmire of acceptability. He wants to be famous, and he wants his family to be happy about it.
One thing that will always motivate him is instant gratification. He wants those endorphins, he wants to feel good, and he wants it as quickly and with as little work as possible. Sex or drugs or whatever he can get his hands on, if it can be over-indulged, he wants to do so.
Setting: Cassian flourishes in Capitolite society, and has been given every advantage thereof. The system has worked for him, and he doesn't see a problem with it. In general, Cass is not malicious, but naive and content as things stand. He has little urge to work against the Capitol, and has been fed the lies that citizens are given for most of his life. However, as he has little power of his own, should things begin to change, he might become upset, but have little urge or ability to do anything regarding it.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Ugh. How classless, to try to throw that kind of rock at him. Not even try to subtly insinuate some form of dissent. No, just lob it at him without any show of tact. Did these idiots think that he was an amateur? Naturally, he flashed a charming grin at the camera, fluttering his long, pink lashes. He would respond with grace and poise, if they refused to show any.]
Oh, Junia, you flatter me, honestly. My silly opinions hardly matter in the face of the bigger picture. No, I couldn't possibly voice them, don't even ask--Well, if you insist.
[He had spoken before Junia, or anyone else, even had time to try to persuade him to keep talking. Like he needed any incentive to yammer away about his opinions on anything. Even if he was fairly sure that it was a trap to try to get him to open up about seditious opinions.]
Well, I think that both of the versions have their own pros and cons, personally! Like, yes, the deaths did mean more, having real deaths, from real members of the District. It kept up with the spirit of the original Games. But this new version is also so much fun...! We get to really know our Tributes, you know? Have a real relationship with them, and see them in the Games, over and over!
[He takes a moment to preen, fixing up hair that was already perfect.]
Personally, I love the Games, no matter the medium. And I'll continue doing my best to make all my little Tributes look wonderful, no matter what world they're from!
Prose:
His palms were slick with sweat as he stepped out of the elevator. He knew what this was, but never had he thought that he'd be submitted to it. How hard had he tried to stay out of trouble, to not bring this down on his family? They were going to kill him, if what was coming didn't. Maybe it was a joke? Maybe one of his rivals had managed to pull a Gamemaker into an elaborate prank.
It didn't really matter, though, did it? He was here now. He had little choice left.
He walked over to the array of weapons, staring long, and hard at them. He didn't know how to use any of these--Had only seen the Tributes use them, while sitting in the safety of his own home. A shiver went down his spine, as he selected a spear. That seemed safe enough. He had to wipe his hands on his shorts--If he had known what he was getting dragged off for, he would've worn something ferocious, maybe cargo shorts with fake blood stains, or something mimicking one of the recent victors? Tony Stark had some lovely style.
But no--! Focus. He took the spear and walked over to the dummy, taking a deep breath. Then, he stabbed at the dummy with the spear--nearly bouncing over as the spear richochetted off the dummy. But no one could say Cassian wasn't stubborn, and another stab got the spear to kind of prod into the dummy's ribs. It would have definitely stung for a real person.
Satisfied, he let the spear drop, and turn to the Gamemakers, quickly bowing. "Thank you very much." He murmured, wiping his hands again, and quickly hurrying out. He had to overindulge in ice cream while he still could. If this meant what he thought it meant, he could finally stop having to take pills afterwards to make sure he didn't gain weight.
Token: His Dahlia piercing earrings--Probably as magnets so he can't stab someone.
Additional information:
Hunger Games AU and OC: I can't particularly imagine that the Capitol would bother to bring in Cassian's doppleganger--If they do, than it would be a unsubtle threat to the more powerful members of his family.
As for his home, Cassian loves the Capitol--It's the only place that really matters in the world, after all. He fully believes all the lies that are spewed out, and doesn't even think of questioning them.
Name: Ema
Other characters: Revas Tabris, and Rochelle
IN CHARACTER
Name: Cassian Bouchard
Alias: Also goes by Cass or Cassy
Fandom: Panem OC
Canon point/AU: Panem OC
Journal:
itscalledfashionPB: Hayley Williams
Age: 21 years old
History: Cassian is from a fairly well-to-do, well known family in the Capitol. Most people it produces are successful contributers to the Capitol as a whole. Few have any real political leverage, but they are, as a whole, respected and respectable. Cassian has lived up to the expectations placed upon him, for while he is no politician, he's managed to achieve a passible amount of fame as a socialite and a fashion designer.
He lives with the minor scandal of his birth--He's the offspring of an indescretion of his father with a member of Capitolite society who was on the bottom rungs, scrapping the bottom of the barrel. His birth was brushed off by his father, and he was raised by his mother for a full year, until his father found that his wife was infertile. It was a simple matter to take a child conveniently already birthed and blood related, and able to be legally raised with only a little money tossed at the courts, and to the wife and her family for her to agree to claim the child as her own.
He grew up being absently spoiled. His parents had better things to do than mess around with children, so they simply gave him whatever he wanted, in exchange for having no demands on their time. And he had no demands placed on him--No one expected anything out of him, and as long as he didn't create a scandal or do anything to hurt their standing, he was given free leave to pursue whatever he desired. Anything that that was socially accepted was free game, as long as the name was left unmarred. And so he grew up with no real affection given or received, nor any expectations placed, but every material desire fulfilled.
Cass showed an early affinity for moving in social circles, and for fashion. He learned how to use his tongue as a tool to both get himself alliances, and create rifts. The political savvy that was in his blood turned to learning how to manipulate, study relationships, find out who to get in with, to give favors to, in order to get something from someone totally different.
He found the gender roles too restrictive--One gender too restrictive, and separated himself from being grounded in masculinity. Their family, and the Capitol, usually just roll with it, figuring it a cute little quirk that a rising star found as an angle to help separate themself from the masses.
Refusing to pick from masculine or feminine clothing, but putting them both together to mix and match as he felt, eventually Cassian start designing his own clothing, to be able to give him both the colors, patterns, and flexibility in clothing that he desired. The unique way that he blended both traditionally masculine and feminine clothing, and poured bright and startling colors into his clothing, made the clothing stand out from the rest.
With Cass' social standing and fashion skills, he managed to pull the strings that got him in with as a helper, working under various stylists. But ambition runs deep in his blood, and now he's finally getting to become a head stylist for his very own district. His family is politely proud of him, holding it to the same standard as one might give getting a bronze medal--Nothing that will be noted history, but decent enough
Presentation: Cassian seems to be your run of the mill Capitolite pulled right out of a fashion party. Selfish and self contained, his world is the size of a thimble, and revolves completely around his social circles and moving higher within them. He lives and breathes all the latest Capitolite drama, though he stays away from politics like they're last month's color schemes. He'll be more than happy to chat about the scandal of how Junia has been looking she's been hiding a baby bump, when the man she's engaged to has been away to the districts to take care of business for the last six months. But he knows almost nothing about the mechanics of the Capitol, how things are run. When asked, he'll say that he just does what he's supposed to do, and the men in charge do what they're supposed to do.
Him being so self contained doesn't mean that he's rude, or mean--He's a friendly person, eager to get to know people, and chat with them. He enjoys learning about other people, and tries to endear himself to them whenever possible. It's easier to have friends than to have enemies, and he craves the affirmation of people liking him. His silver tongue has gotten him to where he is today, and he'll continue to use it, learning each new person, where to poke and prod, and how to tell them what they need to hear in order to like him.
But not everyone can like him, nor be liked in return. People on the outs with Cassian may or may not know it--It depends on just how far you've managed to piss him off. For all of his spoiled youth, and his demands for instant satisfaction with material weath, he has a patience for his social life that goes against what you might think of a Capitolite. People often underestimate just how ruthless Cassian can be, when he puts his mind to it. If someone well and truly crosses him, he can spend months carefully pulling strings and pressing his fingers into particular pies, setting up an elaborate scheme to pull apart someone's life.
However, going to such lengths calls for a deep and personal anger. If you are simply annoying, you'll be sentenced to a brand of passive aggression that any mother would be proud to wield. He takes pleasure in backwards compliments and poking and picking at people's weaknesses. Little comments that sound innocent, but are insidious in intent.
He loves anything that gives him instant gratification. Food and sex, but he also delves into more serious, possibly harmful things. He smokes cigarettes like a chimney, drinks alcohol like water, and had an intimate knowledge of the psychoactive drugs that are available to the Capitol. He tries to stay away from anything really hard--Cigarettes are the only really addictive thing he'll take, but he's dabbled in just about everything he can get his hands on.
Cassian is quick to chatter away with people about just about anything, but anyone who pays attention long enough will realize that no one walks away knowing anything significant about him. He speaks and befriends without substance or true emotion, and only those within his most inner circle know his true emotions and feelings. With as much of a social spotlight that shines on him, he's never one to put out anything that could be used against him. And so he keeps anything of substance close to his chest.
This includes his issues with gender. It doesn't feel right to him, that what someone is born as dictates what they wear, how they behave, how they are perceived, and that this concept is immutable. That people can't change, that he can't be a she one day, or a them another, and go back to being a he later on. But the Capitol doesn't care, and attempts to explain are usually ignored--They're too heavy, and talking about pulling down social constructs brushes too close to sedition for a cautious population that knows that the wrong words to the wrong person can ruin their lives. So he usually bottles it up, focuses it into his work, putting down his frustrations into beautiful clothing that defies gender in a way that he struggles to.
He's a hedonistic, selfish, and utterly naive person with no concept of life outside of the bubble that he exists within. But he is also absolutely desperate for positive attention, friendship, and to be comfortable within his own body.
Motivations: Cassian's biggest motivation will always be himself. All of his actions and all of his plans are all based on the goals that he has set to further himself. His needs are the most important thing in the world to him, and his focus is on meeting those needs.
He wants acceptance and popularity, and puts a lot of focus on socializing and manuevering in circles to meet these needs. Being denied affection in his youth left its mark on him--Cassian is desperate for positive attention, and will achieve it through any means possible. He likes making as many empty friendships as possible, things with no substance, but fulfill his needs. He has a few close friends, but he prefers having lots of loose friends that need little upkeep, but are there for gossip and wrangling compliments out of.
He also wants to make his family proud, somehow. Because of his circumstances, and his place in society, his family expects almost nothing out of him, but he craves them acknowledging him as a successful person, and saying that they're proud that he's a member of their family. He doesn't want to stagnate in a quagmire of acceptability. He wants to be famous, and he wants his family to be happy about it.
One thing that will always motivate him is instant gratification. He wants those endorphins, he wants to feel good, and he wants it as quickly and with as little work as possible. Sex or drugs or whatever he can get his hands on, if it can be over-indulged, he wants to do so.
Setting: Cassian flourishes in Capitolite society, and has been given every advantage thereof. The system has worked for him, and he doesn't see a problem with it. In general, Cass is not malicious, but naive and content as things stand. He has little urge to work against the Capitol, and has been fed the lies that citizens are given for most of his life. However, as he has little power of his own, should things begin to change, he might become upset, but have little urge or ability to do anything regarding it.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
[Ugh. How classless, to try to throw that kind of rock at him. Not even try to subtly insinuate some form of dissent. No, just lob it at him without any show of tact. Did these idiots think that he was an amateur? Naturally, he flashed a charming grin at the camera, fluttering his long, pink lashes. He would respond with grace and poise, if they refused to show any.]
Oh, Junia, you flatter me, honestly. My silly opinions hardly matter in the face of the bigger picture. No, I couldn't possibly voice them, don't even ask--Well, if you insist.
[He had spoken before Junia, or anyone else, even had time to try to persuade him to keep talking. Like he needed any incentive to yammer away about his opinions on anything. Even if he was fairly sure that it was a trap to try to get him to open up about seditious opinions.]
Well, I think that both of the versions have their own pros and cons, personally! Like, yes, the deaths did mean more, having real deaths, from real members of the District. It kept up with the spirit of the original Games. But this new version is also so much fun...! We get to really know our Tributes, you know? Have a real relationship with them, and see them in the Games, over and over!
[He takes a moment to preen, fixing up hair that was already perfect.]
Personally, I love the Games, no matter the medium. And I'll continue doing my best to make all my little Tributes look wonderful, no matter what world they're from!
Prose:
His palms were slick with sweat as he stepped out of the elevator. He knew what this was, but never had he thought that he'd be submitted to it. How hard had he tried to stay out of trouble, to not bring this down on his family? They were going to kill him, if what was coming didn't. Maybe it was a joke? Maybe one of his rivals had managed to pull a Gamemaker into an elaborate prank.
It didn't really matter, though, did it? He was here now. He had little choice left.
He walked over to the array of weapons, staring long, and hard at them. He didn't know how to use any of these--Had only seen the Tributes use them, while sitting in the safety of his own home. A shiver went down his spine, as he selected a spear. That seemed safe enough. He had to wipe his hands on his shorts--If he had known what he was getting dragged off for, he would've worn something ferocious, maybe cargo shorts with fake blood stains, or something mimicking one of the recent victors? Tony Stark had some lovely style.
But no--! Focus. He took the spear and walked over to the dummy, taking a deep breath. Then, he stabbed at the dummy with the spear--nearly bouncing over as the spear richochetted off the dummy. But no one could say Cassian wasn't stubborn, and another stab got the spear to kind of prod into the dummy's ribs. It would have definitely stung for a real person.
Satisfied, he let the spear drop, and turn to the Gamemakers, quickly bowing. "Thank you very much." He murmured, wiping his hands again, and quickly hurrying out. He had to overindulge in ice cream while he still could. If this meant what he thought it meant, he could finally stop having to take pills afterwards to make sure he didn't gain weight.
Token: His Dahlia piercing earrings--Probably as magnets so he can't stab someone.
Additional information:
Hunger Games AU and OC: I can't particularly imagine that the Capitol would bother to bring in Cassian's doppleganger--If they do, than it would be a unsubtle threat to the more powerful members of his family.
As for his home, Cassian loves the Capitol--It's the only place that really matters in the world, after all. He fully believes all the lies that are spewed out, and doesn't even think of questioning them.
