player information ● name: DJ ● age: 25 ● contact: biomagnet / biomagnet#1925 @ discord ● other characters: N/A
character information ● name: Cain ("Jacob Kane") {Romulus} ● canon: Original ("Reinforced") ● canon point: 2014. Short time after returning from Texas. ● age: Chronologically and mentally 2791. Physically 24. Halfway between the two emotionally.
● abilities: Having lived for really fucking long, Cain has picked up numerous skills and languages. Although many of them are not in the best use, they still sit in the back of his mind and he could probably pick them back up if given the reason. He has about ten languages he actively uses and keeps at a native level (having fluency in over forty) and most of his practiced skills tend to be indicative of a modern mindset, like cooking and driving and coding and skateboarding, instead of things like hunting your own food or rigging a boat. As a result of genetic quirks Cain is the mirror twin, counter to Abel, meaning that he is left-handed and his internal organs are backwards to match.
Despite his body's ridiculous and impossible healing factor, he is still 100% human. He cannot build up tolerances to drugs or alcohol, although he's built up a mental tolerance to pain. His physical fitness cannot exceed the natural bounds of a human body, and he is completely susceptible to magical effects and psychic intrusion. Currently, he has a code phrase buried in his head which puts him into a totally suggestible state ("hellhound, heel") wherein he'll do pretty much anything except act against his brother.
- Immortal and ageless. Cain does not age. He cannot remain harmed. If any damage is done to him, it simply reverses: blood lost will seep back into the wound and it will pull back together as if nothing happened. The same thing happens for lost limbs or organs. Pain still exists as long as the wounds are there, but subsides once they have been healed. He does not experience death (i.e., soul leaving the body) so much as indeterminate unconsciousness when violently incapacitated. - Deathsight. Cain can see the time left that someone has to live. This manifests as a timer in front of someone's neck — gold indicates a living person, while silver means a spirit of some sort. My assumption is that this timer will only read the time of a character's canon death (whether they live to old age, die in season two or have arrived past their death), and will not appear be moving while in Riverview Quarantine due to wonky alternate reality metaphysics. This sight also allows him to see supernatural phenomena such as spirits. If accepted, there will be a permissions post allowing people to specify times, otherwise it will just be an unspoken, meaningless backdrop.
● strengths: ☆ Cain is highly adaptable. His time in the world has left him with a strong instinct to learn as much as he can in order to not make waves. If his morals disagree with the current state of the world, he tends to work from the inside rather than making a big fuss of it, and takes away exactly what he wants from it personally. With vast amounts of experience to draw from, he lives by wisdom and knowledge he's gained while retaining the demeanor of his physical age. Acting like a wizened old hardass just isn't his thing.
☆ Loyal. Being a horrendously saccharine sweet and kind family man, Cain has an unshakeable loyalty to anyone he finds worthy, someone he actually cares about. He'd probably throw his immortal self into a meat grinder if he thought it would help someone he cared for. Whatever the situation actually calls for, he'll be prepared to do it.
☆ Very, very intelligent. Even from before his immortality kicked in, Cain was able to teach himself reading, writing and arithmetic using context clues and determination. That sort of gumption and sharp wit carries into today where he stays at the forefront of many new technologies (his favorite being virtual security) and maintains an edge on the world around him. This defined quite a lot of his life in that he makes many otherwise-risky moves that the less-skilled would be unable to manage and comes out fine.
☆ Cain is very honest. Although he won't just offer up his secrets to any joe schmoe, he doesn't see the point in being cagey or coy about most things when eventually they'll stop mattering. Just really tries to distill life down to the step before complex to get the most out of it by living this way.
● weaknesses: ★ Guilty conscience. Seriously. Nothing anyone says will likely ever convince this guy that he didn't indirectly kill his brother. He takes direct failures in as his own responsibility and holds them close to make sure they never happen again. It drives him to do better, but also to not hold himself completely infallible (just mostly). Also never shows this guilt if he can help it. Get yer own complexes.
★ Motivated by boredom. Rather than wishing to do good deeds in order to receive them back, or believing in actual karma, Cain tends to socialize or be helpful to other people because he has nothing else to do. He generally doesn't have any attachment to people other than the ones he intentionally makes friends with, so it's for his own benefit of passing time. He's a people-person without much intent to go beyond superficial.
★ No sense of physical worth. He'll probably do stupid shit and get himself hurt, for himself or others, just 'cause it'll be more convenient in the long run. This convenience is also measured against the annoyance it would be to explain his special condition to others. He isn't very worried about people on the smaller scale knowing of his immortality, it's just not something he wants to have to explain like every other day, okay?
★ Exaggerated self-esteem. At the end of the day, he's one of the few people who will keep walking and have to deal with ages and ages ahead of him. When things can't be compromised where everyone is happy, his own comfort comes out on top.
● skills: Coding, managerial tasks, kickass cook. This is his lazy set of skills. ● housing
● network username: j.k.
● network sample: Forgive me for not asking all the questions I should have at the lovely, crowded hospital... But can we get a sound-off on what all we actually know about this situation? I've heard the basics, asked a few questions myself, but I think it'd be helpful to hear what other people asked and if we all got the same answers.
Hi, my name is Jacob Kane. I like to know things. How about you guys?
● prose/action sample: It probably said a lot about Cain that even in the face of his brother stabbing him near to death while they were on the run from death-defying, tantrum-throwing children, he still couldn't possibly be mad at Abel. It was definitely Abel who had done it, not the young man he had been back in life, but the man he had become under the Reapers' thumb for three thousand years. And who was to blame for that? It was Cain: everything had been Cain's fault, from the very moment Romulus had shied away from telling Remus his time up to the present point of never mentioning his abduction by the Death Erasers. He had let Remus be chipped away little by little because of his own self-feeding loop of fear.
It had been almost a week since they made it back from Texas. Cain was still living in-house with Abel (and Holly and Angie and Rob), and yet he had hardly seen hide or hair of his older brother. Any steps they had taken toward coming together again had been put on hold — they weren't gone, and Cain knew that for a fact or... well, he was sure he wouldn't be allowed under the same roof as Abel's adopted daughter and the Enforcers' current pair of pet hostages. He couldn't appeal to the Enforcers to speak to Abel, either, even if they were his sons, daughters, grandchildren he had seen grow from the shadows, descendents entire generations removed. They knew him even if they didn't know Cain, and yet Cain had fucked up. It was something about himself, his very existence, that now put the balance of life and death on the edge of a knife.
The Death Erasers had turned Cain into their tool and he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone until it was far too late.
Grunting forcefully, Cain swung his legs over the side of his bed and trudged out into the hallway. He wasn't one to go binge drinking and he had more than enough practice to go without sleep for a few days until his body was too tired to pretend anymore, but he could really use something strong right now in the face of no presenting solutions. When he entered the kitchen, the light over the stove was on and he saw Rob sitting at the island with a cup of coffee and an old book of kiddy puzzles.
Cain tilted his head, then added some weight to his steps so that Rob would hear him coming. He'd been walking lightly recently as if some invisibility now would help save him from events already passed. Rob looked up at the footfalls and canted his head, unintentionally bringing sharp attention to the empty space at his neck. Cain couldn't help but stare as he moved to the cupboard and began searching around for something good; any alcohol in the house would have to be the Yates', as Abel didn't eat or drink and Holly was too young for his brother to have considered even keeping up the appearance.
"Couldn't sleep, either?" asked Rob, attention turning back down to the maze asking him to help a bunny slipper find its mate on the other end.
Having found something strong enough that wasn't going to make him leave snobby looks in the Yates' direction come the morning, Cain got out a glass and poured a generous finger before he sat down opposite Rob. "Sleep's overrated. What's keeping you up?"
"Nothing, just don't sleep well every now and then. There it is," he muttered to himself, apparently actually invested in his work.
"Coffee helps with that," Cain said mildly, unable to keep his eyes off what he could see of Rob's neck. That was his fault. This whole thing was his fault and now he had been locked out of trying to fix it. Abel was furious, the Enforcers beyond his reach in their current tizzy of fixing the problem, and Cain could only sit back and watch. "Does it freak you out to know you're an abomination to death?"
Rob paused, put his pencil down, slowly looked up at Cain. "Not as much as you'd think," he said slowly. "It's what they're doing by keeping us here and away from, you know, living that bugs us."
Cain sipped at his drink, hand clenched about the glass precariously. It didn't matter if it shattered, save for the sound that might wake someone, and at this point he'd almost relish bringing someone into the misery with him... unless it was Holly. She was only a few generations removed from him and he didn't have the heart to fuck up another part of his family right now. "Sorry about that," he said into his glass.
"Yours isn't the sorry we want." Rob spoke for Angie, too. That was how those two worked, trusting each other to speak for themselves on the whole but respecting each other to have their individualities, too.
Cain wished he even had that much with Abel right now. His hand came down a little too hard on the countertop, and Rob grimaced at the sound. Cain stared at the book between them, already tracing out the three different solutions to pair bunny slipper with bunny slipper before he looked back up to Rob. "Yeah, it is. They want me to keep you out of the loop because blah blah paranoia, but this one's pretty big: if those Clockless assholes hadn't taken me two years ago, you wouldn't be here. That part is my fault."
Rob suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Is that what you two have been fighting about? Whether you're guilty for being abducted?" he asked. The touchy-feely thing was more Angie's side of it, and Cain could tell it was making Rob uncomfortable to have some feelings thrust upon him, as well. Tough. Rob walked into the Death Erasers' trap and had his clock erased, so he could deal with some fucking responsibility for currently throwing the world into an unhinged, under-the-surface chaos. "Because... that's bullshit."
Wait, what?
Cain looked at Rob for a moment, searching, and saw what he was afraid of. He shook his head, abandoned his drink, and stood. "'Fraid not, kid," he said. "You've still got time, plenty time to learn, but here's the thing: no one else was in control of that but me. Maybe not the kidnapping, but I chose to deal with it on my own when I shouldn't have, even after I saw what they were doing. I'm going to go get some air. Tell Abel you tried to stop me if he gets mad," he added, not really wanting to cause more complications in the house than there already were.
With that said, he grabbed his shoes and jacket by the door and left. At least they'd found his car by now.
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● name: DJ
● age: 25
● contact:
● other characters: N/A
character information
● name: Cain ("Jacob Kane") {Romulus}
● canon: Original ("Reinforced")
● canon point: 2014. Short time after returning from Texas.
● age: Chronologically and mentally 2791. Physically 24. Halfway between the two emotionally.
● (canon) background & (original) world: See here for a bit of tl;dr.
● abilities:
Having lived for really fucking long, Cain has picked up numerous skills and languages. Although many of them are not in the best use, they still sit in the back of his mind and he could probably pick them back up if given the reason. He has about ten languages he actively uses and keeps at a native level (having fluency in over forty) and most of his practiced skills tend to be indicative of a modern mindset, like cooking and driving and coding and skateboarding, instead of things like hunting your own food or rigging a boat. As a result of genetic quirks Cain is the mirror twin, counter to Abel, meaning that he is left-handed and his internal organs are backwards to match.
Despite his body's ridiculous and impossible healing factor, he is still 100% human. He cannot build up tolerances to drugs or alcohol, although he's built up a mental tolerance to pain. His physical fitness cannot exceed the natural bounds of a human body, and he is completely susceptible to magical effects and psychic intrusion. Currently, he has a code phrase buried in his head which puts him into a totally suggestible state ("hellhound, heel") wherein he'll do pretty much anything except act against his brother.
- Immortal and ageless. Cain does not age. He cannot remain harmed. If any damage is done to him, it simply reverses: blood lost will seep back into the wound and it will pull back together as if nothing happened. The same thing happens for lost limbs or organs. Pain still exists as long as the wounds are there, but subsides once they have been healed. He does not experience death (i.e., soul leaving the body) so much as indeterminate unconsciousness when violently incapacitated.
- Deathsight. Cain can see the time left that someone has to live. This manifests as a timer in front of someone's neck — gold indicates a living person, while silver means a spirit of some sort. My assumption is that this timer will only read the time of a character's canon death (whether they live to old age, die in season two or have arrived past their death), and will not appear be moving while in Riverview Quarantine due to wonky alternate reality metaphysics. This sight also allows him to see supernatural phenomena such as spirits. If accepted, there will be a permissions post allowing people to specify times, otherwise it will just be an unspoken, meaningless backdrop.
● strengths:
☆ Cain is highly adaptable. His time in the world has left him with a strong instinct to learn as much as he can in order to not make waves. If his morals disagree with the current state of the world, he tends to work from the inside rather than making a big fuss of it, and takes away exactly what he wants from it personally. With vast amounts of experience to draw from, he lives by wisdom and knowledge he's gained while retaining the demeanor of his physical age. Acting like a wizened old hardass just isn't his thing.
☆ Loyal. Being a horrendously saccharine sweet and kind family man, Cain has an unshakeable loyalty to anyone he finds worthy, someone he actually cares about. He'd probably throw his immortal self into a meat grinder if he thought it would help someone he cared for. Whatever the situation actually calls for, he'll be prepared to do it.
☆ Very, very intelligent. Even from before his immortality kicked in, Cain was able to teach himself reading, writing and arithmetic using context clues and determination. That sort of gumption and sharp wit carries into today where he stays at the forefront of many new technologies (his favorite being virtual security) and maintains an edge on the world around him. This defined quite a lot of his life in that he makes many otherwise-risky moves that the less-skilled would be unable to manage and comes out fine.
☆ Cain is very honest. Although he won't just offer up his secrets to any joe schmoe, he doesn't see the point in being cagey or coy about most things when eventually they'll stop mattering. Just really tries to distill life down to the step before complex to get the most out of it by living this way.
● weaknesses:
★ Guilty conscience. Seriously. Nothing anyone says will likely ever convince this guy that he didn't indirectly kill his brother. He takes direct failures in as his own responsibility and holds them close to make sure they never happen again. It drives him to do better, but also to not hold himself completely infallible (just mostly). Also never shows this guilt if he can help it. Get yer own complexes.
★ Motivated by boredom. Rather than wishing to do good deeds in order to receive them back, or believing in actual karma, Cain tends to socialize or be helpful to other people because he has nothing else to do. He generally doesn't have any attachment to people other than the ones he intentionally makes friends with, so it's for his own benefit of passing time. He's a people-person without much intent to go beyond superficial.
★ No sense of physical worth. He'll probably do stupid shit and get himself hurt, for himself or others, just 'cause it'll be more convenient in the long run. This convenience is also measured against the annoyance it would be to explain his special condition to others. He isn't very worried about people on the smaller scale knowing of his immortality, it's just not something he wants to have to explain like every other day, okay?
★ Exaggerated self-esteem. At the end of the day, he's one of the few people who will keep walking and have to deal with ages and ages ahead of him. When things can't be compromised where everyone is happy, his own comfort comes out on top.
● skills: Coding, managerial tasks, kickass cook. This is his lazy set of skills.
●
housing● network username: j.k.
● network sample: Forgive me for not asking all the questions I should have at the lovely, crowded hospital... But can we get a sound-off on what all we actually know about this situation? I've heard the basics, asked a few questions myself, but I think it'd be helpful to hear what other people asked and if we all got the same answers.
Hi, my name is Jacob Kane. I like to know things. How about you guys?
● prose/action sample:
It probably said a lot about Cain that even in the face of his brother stabbing him near to death while they were on the run from death-defying, tantrum-throwing children, he still couldn't possibly be mad at Abel. It was definitely Abel who had done it, not the young man he had been back in life, but the man he had become under the Reapers' thumb for three thousand years. And who was to blame for that? It was Cain: everything had been Cain's fault, from the very moment Romulus had shied away from telling Remus his time up to the present point of never mentioning his abduction by the Death Erasers. He had let Remus be chipped away little by little because of his own self-feeding loop of fear.
It had been almost a week since they made it back from Texas. Cain was still living in-house with Abel (and Holly and Angie and Rob), and yet he had hardly seen hide or hair of his older brother. Any steps they had taken toward coming together again had been put on hold — they weren't gone, and Cain knew that for a fact or... well, he was sure he wouldn't be allowed under the same roof as Abel's adopted daughter and the Enforcers' current pair of pet hostages. He couldn't appeal to the Enforcers to speak to Abel, either, even if they were his sons, daughters, grandchildren he had seen grow from the shadows, descendents entire generations removed. They knew him even if they didn't know Cain, and yet Cain had fucked up. It was something about himself, his very existence, that now put the balance of life and death on the edge of a knife.
The Death Erasers had turned Cain into their tool and he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone until it was far too late.
Grunting forcefully, Cain swung his legs over the side of his bed and trudged out into the hallway. He wasn't one to go binge drinking and he had more than enough practice to go without sleep for a few days until his body was too tired to pretend anymore, but he could really use something strong right now in the face of no presenting solutions. When he entered the kitchen, the light over the stove was on and he saw Rob sitting at the island with a cup of coffee and an old book of kiddy puzzles.
Cain tilted his head, then added some weight to his steps so that Rob would hear him coming. He'd been walking lightly recently as if some invisibility now would help save him from events already passed. Rob looked up at the footfalls and canted his head, unintentionally bringing sharp attention to the empty space at his neck. Cain couldn't help but stare as he moved to the cupboard and began searching around for something good; any alcohol in the house would have to be the Yates', as Abel didn't eat or drink and Holly was too young for his brother to have considered even keeping up the appearance.
"Couldn't sleep, either?" asked Rob, attention turning back down to the maze asking him to help a bunny slipper find its mate on the other end.
Having found something strong enough that wasn't going to make him leave snobby looks in the Yates' direction come the morning, Cain got out a glass and poured a generous finger before he sat down opposite Rob. "Sleep's overrated. What's keeping you up?"
"Nothing, just don't sleep well every now and then. There it is," he muttered to himself, apparently actually invested in his work.
"Coffee helps with that," Cain said mildly, unable to keep his eyes off what he could see of Rob's neck. That was his fault. This whole thing was his fault and now he had been locked out of trying to fix it. Abel was furious, the Enforcers beyond his reach in their current tizzy of fixing the problem, and Cain could only sit back and watch. "Does it freak you out to know you're an abomination to death?"
Rob paused, put his pencil down, slowly looked up at Cain. "Not as much as you'd think," he said slowly. "It's what they're doing by keeping us here and away from, you know, living that bugs us."
Cain sipped at his drink, hand clenched about the glass precariously. It didn't matter if it shattered, save for the sound that might wake someone, and at this point he'd almost relish bringing someone into the misery with him... unless it was Holly. She was only a few generations removed from him and he didn't have the heart to fuck up another part of his family right now. "Sorry about that," he said into his glass.
"Yours isn't the sorry we want." Rob spoke for Angie, too. That was how those two worked, trusting each other to speak for themselves on the whole but respecting each other to have their individualities, too.
Cain wished he even had that much with Abel right now. His hand came down a little too hard on the countertop, and Rob grimaced at the sound. Cain stared at the book between them, already tracing out the three different solutions to pair bunny slipper with bunny slipper before he looked back up to Rob. "Yeah, it is. They want me to keep you out of the loop because blah blah paranoia, but this one's pretty big: if those Clockless assholes hadn't taken me two years ago, you wouldn't be here. That part is my fault."
Rob suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Is that what you two have been fighting about? Whether you're guilty for being abducted?" he asked. The touchy-feely thing was more Angie's side of it, and Cain could tell it was making Rob uncomfortable to have some feelings thrust upon him, as well. Tough. Rob walked into the Death Erasers' trap and had his clock erased, so he could deal with some fucking responsibility for currently throwing the world into an unhinged, under-the-surface chaos. "Because... that's bullshit."
Wait, what?
Cain looked at Rob for a moment, searching, and saw what he was afraid of. He shook his head, abandoned his drink, and stood. "'Fraid not, kid," he said. "You've still got time, plenty time to learn, but here's the thing: no one else was in control of that but me. Maybe not the kidnapping, but I chose to deal with it on my own when I shouldn't have, even after I saw what they were doing. I'm going to go get some air. Tell Abel you tried to stop me if he gets mad," he added, not really wanting to cause more complications in the house than there already were.
With that said, he grabbed his shoes and jacket by the door and left. At least they'd found his car by now.