{ application : eluvio }

★ PLAYER INFORMATION

NAME: era
AGE: old enough to buy booze for over a decade
CONTACT: a_new_era
CURRENT CHARACTER(S): none

☆ CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Captain Cassian Jeron Andor
CANON: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
AGE: ~26
CANON POINT: End of film, essentially.
BACKGROUND: All about the movie :: here there be spoilers

PERSONALITY:
On the outside Cassian is a quiet, serious sort of man who follows the orders he's given, no matter what his feelings on the subject may be. Good luck, in fact, finding an inkling or suggestion that his orders and his personal feelings don't align. It's a survival tactic, much like being able to convince people to trust him with information that might get them both killed. Being a spy during an intergalactic civil war means you keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Hopefully with them being blissfully unaware that you're the enemy in the first place.

The Rebellion has been his primary motivator for years, and to that point Cassian is a selfless individual. He doesn't do what he believes is right for himself, he does what he believes is best to further the Rebellion's cause, namely toppling the Empire. Unfortunately that selflessness combined with the realities of what he does for the Rebellion leads to a compartmentalizing, a distancing from his actions. The gulf between Cassian's personal moral core and what he has been ordered to do has grown wide, but he manages to traverse it with a calm that does not betray his inner turmoil. That calm is not necessarily a façade, but a part of the way he's creating measured distance between himself and the things he must do.

Cassian is neither an optimist or a pessimist, but a realist; he has all the hope of the Resistance succeeding but he also recognizes that a lot of people will get hurt for that to be accomplished. Recognizes that he might well be one of those people who dies. Continues on doing what he knows he must anyway. Cassian knows what has to be done to survive, because he's done it before. He's lied and killed and recruited for the Resistance almost all his life; he admits he's been a part of the Resistance since he was six years old, and being a captain in the intelligence division is no calm walk in the park. There's little point, in his opinion, in being unwavering in the face of what's necessary. Yet what is necessary and what helps one sleep at night are not always one in the same, and these differences have fractured Cassian internally.

Again, that compartmentalizing comes into play, and there aren't many situations in which he would admit unease at what he's done, and if it was worth it; there's a war going on, and there isn't much time for that kind of talk. In fact, the one situation in which he does confess to unease at his personal history of being an assassin and spy? Comes when the Resistance stalls at the idea of turning over in defeat or attempting to collect the schematics and plans for the Death Star in the hopes of destroying it before it destroys them. Cassian feels torn, because he cannot justify the blood on his hands if the Rebellion intends to just give up. Unlikely to happen again, and Cassian is just as unlikely to seek out therapy or whatever it is people who aren't traumatized by war and lacking emotional outputs do.

Compartmentalize, compartmentalize, compartmentalize.

Cassian does not make friends easily, in part because he's a paranoid sort after living the life he has. People connected to the Resistance, or to resistance-type activities in their own worlds that parallel the struggles he's familiar with are most likely to be deemed 'safe'. They're more likely to see less of the outwardly stoic Captain and more of the quippy, intelligent man underneath with a philosophical twist; anyone else has at least a little while to go before then. However, when he does make friends, his selfless streak comes through a mile wide. Cassian puts the needs of the many before the needs of the one (to conflate my Star themed canons) and this translates to his interpersonal relationships as well.

SO, to sum up one Cassian Andor: selfless, flawed, a little situationally cynical, responsible, deliberate and focused, intrepid yet vigilant (how can you not be and be a spy?), and evasive (especially about personal things or anything that might jeopardize the Resistance). Also, compartmentalizing. Lots of that.

ABILITIES/POWERS:
Cassian is a human without superpowers but I will list his various skills below.

Brawl - unarmed combat
Firearms - identifying, using, and maintaining firearms
Larceny - picking locks, burglary, bypassing security, sleight of hand, etc
Stealth - moving silently and unnoticed
Survival - enduring harsh environments
Weaponry - identifying, using, and maintaining non-firearm weapons
Drive/Piloting - manning terrain vehicles, flying spacecraft,

Computer - computer programs and operating systems
Investigation - solving riddles and finding evidence

Persuasion - convincing others and inspiring their emotions
Socialize - social interaction in various situations
Streetwise - navigating urban streets and gathering intel there
Subterfuge - deceiving others and noticing it

He's in very good shape and physically fit, plus is an intelligent spy and assassin who can hold his own in a fight or firefight.

INVENTORY:
- U Wing Fighter
- blaster weapon
- the clothes on his back, hot mess that they are, considering he's gonna need medical attention as soon as he arrives

SAMPLES:
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The ship settled and echoed in the emptiness of space; quiet, barely-there knocking sounds of subtle pressure changes against metal, against flesh and bone. Louder in his ears was his own heartbeat - bahthump, bahthump,bahthump - and Cassian shut his eyes against the sound in order to try and get some sleep.

Slow, even breaths. Cataloguing every major bone in the body from his toes to the top of his skull in order to try and run his mind down from it's incessant turning in the quiet dark.

It didn't work, just as it hadn't worked the night before, or the night before that, stretching back to when he'd woken up in the medical bay on Eluvio. He pressed the heels of his palms against his closed eyes, rubbed them until he saw spots and then swung his legs over the bunk and onto the floor.

Cassian put his head in his hands. He hated being here, really. It felt like such a slap in the face, to be snatched away from death just to wake up in some unknown corner of the galaxy, alone, knowing there was nothing to return to. There were no familiar faces, no real explanations, no understanding of how he'd gotten here or what it would take to return. And did he want to? Yes...and no. There was no future to be had in those last few seconds, yet everyone, everything he knew was there.

Jyn was there. Bodhi, Chirrut and Baze were there. The men and women he'd convinced to join he and Jyn on this suicide mission were there. They were all back on Scarif, and they were dead and here he was, alive but trapped in those last few seconds.

This all felt like a dream or some figment of a mind gone horribly fractured.

It didn't feel real.

Cassian was filled with a flash of anger but it fizzled out as soon as it started. There was no point railing against the universe itself - I'm one with the Force; the Force is with me - and with a sigh he brought himself to his feet. Stretched. He may as well do something productive, like shower, or read, or make tea.

Sleep, it seemed, was too much to hope for still. Like answers from the universe, or a familiar face in his new afterlife.

A small flashing light from his communicator brought the device to his attention and he turned it over in his hands, considering the patient cursor flashing on the screen.

From: Capt Cassian Andor
To: All

What waits for you, back where you came from?

You can be as specific or nonspecific as you like, really. A person, a place, a thing, a concept. A belief. A dream.

Nothing.

I'm just curious, I guess.

There. That would, at least, entertain for a while plus give him a sense of what other people were here...and just how many of them couldn't sleep either.