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 Cassio De la Vega, 32 l Witch/Elemental l Artemis
Cassio De la Vega
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 06:30 PM


Age // 32

Posts // 18

Rank // N/A

Nicknames // Cass

Species // Witch

Status // Single + Bisexual


Artemis + Mountain + she/her

Cassio De la Vega

Cass. 32. Witch. Oscar Isaac.


> September 13, 1987


> Archeologist, Curse-Breaker > New York Historical Society


Flores, Guatemala

Current Residence

> New York City, USA


> N/A


> Bisexual > Single

The air was thin and cold and he felt his breath growing shorter the higher he climbed. Every muscle in his legs ached and his shoulders felt strain under the weight of his travel pack. Still, he did not stop. He had come this far and he would be damned if he lost another day; not when he had come this far. “How much further?” He asked his guide carefully, struggling to remember the specifics of the native tongue. He must have mispronounced something because the man gave him a look but he must have understood because because he eventually responded with an approximation that matched Cassio’s own calculations. They were getting close then.

The sun was hanging low in the sky by the time they reached the cave, but reach it they did. As he stared at the narrow entrance, Cassio felt the familiar thrill that always came when he was inches away from his prize. It had taken him ten months of research to accumulate enough information about the item to justify the search and another three months to track down its potential location, not to mention the weeks of inquiry it took to track down someone to actually take him to the site. But in the end, it had all paid off and he could practically feel the ancient power radiating from within the earth.

Predictably, his guide would not follow him into the cave. According to local legend, the site was cursed and anyone who dared enter was marked for death. It had taken a pretty penny to convince the man to take him even this far.

Cassio carefully edged his way into the cave, cautious of where he placed his feet and hands as to not disturb the delicate balance of rocks and cause himself injury. It was slow-going moving through the cave and there were several points where he had to get creative when squeezing through some of the smallest gaps, but eventually, he found what he was looking for.

His first clue came from the change in the air. Moving beneath ground always made the air feel colder and more stale, but the instant he slipped through the small opening, the air seemed to suck every hint of heat away from him. He fought the urge to rub his arms for warmth, recognizing the hint of wrongness in the air. “Where are you, you little devil?” He murmured to himself as he moved his flashlight carefully around the cave for any sign of what he had come for. After several slow rotations with the small beam of light, he caught sight of a dull flash in the corner. There.

Cassio took his time crossing the space, acutely aware of the potential danger. This was an ancient power that had been left virtually undisturbed for centuries. Magic may stem from the individual, but when left alone for so long; it developed a life of its own.

Just before he reached the object, Cassio slid his pack off his shoulders, opened it up and pulled out a plain, brass box with a crystal embedded in the front and a plain scrap of leather with runes burned into it. Armed with his weapons of choice, Cassio crouched down to take in the object that had eluded him for so long. “You aren’t much to look at, are you?” He mused, staring down at the tarnished silver band that might have once been beautiful. He extended his hand to test the air around it and retracted it just as quickly, hissing. “But you certainly got a bite to you.”

Now came the tricky part. There were so many things that could go wrong in these brief few seconds that had he not spent the last ten years on similar quests, he might have been nervous. Instead, Cassio grinned in anticipation and made his move. Wrapping the leather piece around his gloved hand, he lifted up the band and quickly deposited it into the open brass box. As he moved, the band sizzled and scorched the leather wrapping and he felt the icy heat through the multiple layers. The second he dropped it into the box though, he snapped it closed again and hissed in pain. “A strong bite at that.”

With the magic temporarily contained, Cassio carefully wrapped the box in the leather, tied it with a rope and tucked it back into his pack. When he was satisfied it would keep until he made it back to New York, he reached beneath his collar and pulled out the amulet that hung around his neck. He kissed its smooth surface in thanks and tucked it away again. “Te agradezco por otro día,” He whispered as he stood once more.

Cassio pulled his back on his shoulders, glanced around the small cave, gave a small salute before heading out to meet his guide once more. The locals might have been right about the curse, but now the only thing they had to worry about where the typical concerns had when one ventured into the depths of the earth. He doubted they would believe him though. In his experience, people did not easily let go of their long-harbored suspicions - it was simply ingrained within their culture. Besides, it was far more entertaining to speak about curses as some otherworldly terror rather than boring reality. Not that he blamed him. It was the stories of old that had allowed him to see some of the most beautiful forgotten places on the planet. He owed his life to such legends. And now, it was time to find a new one to guide him forward.

Cassio exited the cave and returned to his guide, setting his sights to the next adventure. The unknown might be frightening to some, but for him, he found solace that there was always something new waiting to be uncovered. He relished in the challenge of whatever came next.


Cassio was born in Flores, Guatemala as the second son of Carla and Mateo De la Vega. After his birth, his parents had three more children (all daughters) and Cassio grew up knowing the power of familial love. When he was still a young child however, his abilities began to manifest. Believing him to be a healer, his parents began to send him to the local medicine woman, a witch named Mercedes with a talent for the healing arts to learn the trade and develop his skills. Over the years he came to love Mercedes and learned much from her about healing potions and tonics, but they both realized very early on that he was never destined to heal. And although he continued his training under her, when he became a teenager, he found his talents better suited for other purposes.

His father had been a freedom fighter in his youth and the temptation of inspiring lasting change was like a drug he couldn’t resist. In his teenage years, he and his older brother Mateo began training themselves how to fight and likened themselves to vigilantes, keeping the peace and helping those who could not help themselves. They were both young though and they did not understand the consequences of their own inexperience. Although they were aware that there was darkness in this world, they hadn’t truly believed that they could be touched by such tragedy.

They used to patrol the streets and help out where they could. Typically there were little skirmishes they could put a stop to and for a while, that was satisfying. But they both craved glory and went looking for trouble whenever they could. Eventually, they not only found trouble, but also came face to face with their own inadequacy.

While looking into the disappearance of a child in one of the neighboring towns, Mateo and Cassio had stumbled onto a cult of witches that practiced black magic, using the forbidden blood rites to further their own goals. At the time, Cassio had limited knowledge of this art, but he had seen his meager skills as comparable and thought that they could put an end to their evil practices. The brothers were young, ill-equipped, and reckless and their plans reflected these faults. So when they went forth to try and rescue the stolen child, the resulting fight was short and bloody.

Even in the days after he came back into consciousness, Cassio couldn’t ever quite make sense of the broken pieces of his memory. He recalled darkness, flame, screams, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He could see his brothers dark eyes staring down at him and the way his face seemed too pale in the moonlight. Beyond that, he couldn’t recall what had happened or what became of his brother. Their family mourned Mateo as dead and he felt the guilt of his recklessness threatening to split him in two. So, six months after Mateo’s disappearance, he left his home and went to find his own way in the world.

Cassio learned a lot about himself as he struggled to figure out his path. He found he had a talent for language and an even greater talent with magical manipulation. Curses in particular he understood. They spoke to him in a way that nothing else did and he made a career out of hunting down magical objects. He enjoyed the thrill of venturing into parts of the world that most people had never seen and tracking down the objects of legend. It was during one such trip that he came into contact with a historian from the United States. Lila Burns, a seasoned archaeologist and professor, saw something in this young man that no one had bothered to cultivate and she convinced him to return with her to New York and apply to school there. It had taken some work on her part (he saw school as a limit on his time), but eventually he conceded and attended university to get a formal degree in archeology.

From that point on, he made his home-base New York City and with his particular set of skills, he was able to find a job that fulfilled his need to travel and the reckless urge to hunt down and study some of the more harmful magical objects.

However, despite his change in circumstances, Cassio couldn’t quite abandoned his youthful hobby. As he grew older, he honed his skills in the elemental arts and learned to fight with the sort of reckless creativity that had always guided him. Although he could never let go of the mistakes he made that caused him to lose his brother, there was still darkness in this world and he had no intention of sitting idly by and letting it run rampant. He would do his bit at whatever cost.

His acts of vigilantism extend far beyond his home-base of New York and whenever he travels, he takes care to look at his surroundings for any sign of potential problems. He has gotten into some nasty fights but so far, his luck hasn’t run out and he has managed to keep a few people safe. Another day. He always prayed for another day and so far, mother earth had been kind to him.


25. Mountain. Discord. Character# 3.

application by nicole (i, ii, iii, iv).
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 09:25 PM

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