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vastiitas · 2 years ago

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History & Verses

BASIC RUNDOWN:

As of present, 37 years old. Observant beneath a seemingly open, laid-back, and charismatic attitude. Was all thunder and fury as a kid - it’s weathered away, softened, but manifests when you poke all the wrong buttons. He’s still got his impulsive, reckless and hot-headed tendencies for all his suave lounging he does now. Deadeye marksman with a revolver and knows his way through a grapple and brawl. If he’s not in trouble, he’ll make or find it; his impishness knows no bounds. Instinctively protective of those who can’t protect themselves, though he isn’t quite aware of it. Resourceful.

In terms of appearance, he’s 6′1. Brown Hair, Brown eyes. Left arm is replaced by a prosthetic, the amputation being transhumeral/above elbow (though whether or not he has it will be dependent on the timeline/verse.) In terms of Overwatch, I prefer his design of the first game over the second, so his attire will mostly be in reference to that.

To really break down my portrayal, I try to take pieces from: Cool Hand Luke (estranged relationship with god, when his mother says fondly and teasingly "you were boring everybody" when he tried to be a proper fiancé, when he says "i haven't planned a single thing in my life", his boyish instigations, when they give him his namesake and go "sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand!", and his inevitable death being true to his nature); just a lil bit of blondie from the good the bad the ugly (keeping cards close to his chest, his quiet empathy towards tuco as they leave the church and later the dying soldiers, being a show-off but also a dork in his own right, discernment to be wise enough to look out for one's own self-interest), and a bit of John Marst (disillusionment with Causes, being chained along to be used by the government, betrayal/being left for dead by the people you used to think of as family) and RDR in the more general sense that if I don't see him walking around in that universe as a grounded person - he simply does not sit right with me. I try also to integrate the violence within the books of C.ormac McC.arthy. There's a sort of mischief and craftiness that comes with a coyote motif. Self contradictory in being laid back, but also impatient and reckless (though more present in his earlier years and less so in the later -- unless you know him well). Headstrong and bold, but kind. Someone who can make himself at home anywhere. There's a running theme of self-burial and bloody baptisms: he has killed cole cassidy for all of his weakness; he has put to rest jesse mccree for all of his wounds that were too much to bear. Honorable Mentions include: JB Mau.ney (bull rider), and Randle McMurphy (One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest), and Odysseus (Homer) for his perpetual bad luck and wily nature (but also this fic Captures Everything Quite Well), sometimes Achilles w his righteous anger.

pre-deadlock

V;HEATHEN THING BORNE FROM DIRT AND DESOLATION

ah, well, you know how the story goes. farm boy lives on a farm, war comes, war tears up the country, war tears up the world, farm boy is now an orphan boy who gets tossed around between foster homes 'til it starts getting on his nerves. the boundless sky mocks him, the dirt a reminder of what he's been reduced to; the grit of it scorns him on his skin. the boy finally says, "fuck this, fuck everything," and becomes a runaway. wild thing, coarse, and wary; but not without his charms when he feels like he doesn't got anything to prove. the name "cole cassidy" died with his family, but it sits tentative on his tongue like a habit that has yet to be kicked.

Headcanons about his youth can be found here.

deadlock.

V;CHASE THAT ADRENALINE DOWN WITH A CLASSIC TRAIN HEIST

the summer is screaming. gun shots, buck shots, iron cracking, glass shattering. home isn't an easy thing for jesse mccree, but he thinks he found one amongst the drum of bedlam and people here, in the seedling starts of a gang that will soon become a monster of a force in the American West. a boyish crush on a respectable girl-turned-woman, he strides alongside her steadily. banter, laughter, liquor. from 15 to sweet 17, he's on the adrenaline high of train heists. a menace, with his six-shooter and a mean deadeye. scrappy and snappy to authority, still a lanky son of a bitch growing steadily into the meat of muscle he's yet to don. a thorn spurs into his side though, slides right into his heart and festers. it feels insiduous, like doubt, and it feels like damnation. nauseatingly, something about it's like watching a compass turn away from north; but, hell, maybe that's just the booze. (i read deadlock rebels, and i'm not going to refute it.)

early blackwatch.

V;PRISON WITH A LEASH

an ultimatum is an ultimatum: a life-time of prison or service for covert-ops. hell, he thinks. hell, he reckons. at the very least, he'll get to stretch out his legs. an understatement, with what's to come in training. as far as he's concerned, he's an animal to be broken into; a hardy, mishapen piece of clay that they're trying to mould and shape. amusingly enough, it's looking not too different from what it already was: gun-shaped and deadly, being fine-tuned for the red hand of blackwatch. jesse mccree has always been easy to make friends with, but the people here, as far as he's concerned, are either mission objectives or prison wardens. he keeps his cards close, watching like he'd done as a child, biding his time to run.

blackwatch.

V;SECOND HOME AND SECOND CHANCES

steadily enough, blackwatch and overwatch has wormed his way into his heart. at first, it'd been a veneer of professionalism forced upon him by military decorum, but it's near painful for him to consider that maybe, just maybe, he's found a second family. age and retrospect gives him a little more clarity in that the ultimatum really was an open-handed opportunity. his time with blackwatch in his early years hasn't beaten his tact from train heists out of him yet. still a little reckless, still taking gambits. a maverick, in his own right. he holds his cards a little less so tightly to his chest, learns to be less wary of omnics and ais, and is keener on the rolling with the punches than the resentment he'd held before.

outlaw.

V;OUTLAW IN THE NEW WEST

disillusionment. with blackwatch and overwatch's fall, he reckons right or wrong aren't so defined after all. redemption is a hack of a word, one he'll forever associate with what they'd told him that he was doing. up until things just got a little too dirty. if he'd seen it earlier, maybe he could have stopped it. or, maybe it's just that he's a little bit too rotten, and he'll always fall a step left on that clean moral line. it wasn't like he disagreed that the man had to be taken down. at the end of the day, he's back in the dirt. back to a vague sense of home, some strange body of familiarity with the hug of gritty discomforts. money comes and goes, changes hand to hand. he picks up the jobs that he has to. he'll be hard-pressed to do some good, but maybe he can't help himself when something tips that moral compass needle anywhere away from the true north that he's learned to define himself.

overwatch.

V;BACK IN THE SADDLE

overwatch comes back. it stands, tall and defiant, struggling to find its legs proper, but deteremined nonetheless. a cynical part of him needles at him that this won't last, it'll collapse in itself like before. but there's no blackwatch this time, only an earnest, perhaps overly-idealistic gorilla who sees when there's wrong to be righted. with terrorist organizations back on the rise, with some mumbo-jumbo about bettering this or that, challenging humanity to be better or screaming about its downfall, he reckons overwatch is the one thing that stands against another omnic war in the making and creating more aimless, orphaned jesse mccree's in the world. if overwatch can come back from the grave, he reckons, cole cassidy can, too. better, that way, when there's a bounty hanging over the mccree name anyhow. (1)

retirement.

V;LIVING PAST THE MYTHOS

Self-Explanatory

a modern verse.

V;MODERN TAKE ON A DYING BREED

Same run down: Farm Boy turned Orphan turned Runaway. No Robot War to kill the parents, but it’s an unfortunate plight all the same anchored by shady back room deals. Ran away from the changing of foster homes to a string of farms looking for farmhands. Lost his left arm to a piece of equipment at one of those megafarms, got given the boot, got drunk, got angry, did something stupid, got into a gang, got arrested. if only out of spite, he attempted all the different ways he could try and make a break for it, but there’s only so much you can do when you’ve got phantom pains crippling your stub of an arm. somewhere down the line, after his release, he picks up a prosthetic and tries his remaining hand at bounty hunting after a serendipitous moment of taking down some asshole who decided to shoot up a diner.

this tag is a catch-all for all periods of his life in this verse unlike the filing system for his ovw verses.

rancher.

V;LIL SLICE OF HEAVEN SADDLED ON A COWPUNCHER'S DREAM

kid that came from dust-scraps that took to the pbr as soon as he could (min age is 18 for entry, I'm sure); he quickly takes the stage by storm as the kid who came from nowhere. in elaboration to his youth: it's not so different from how it is in all his other verses. a dispossesed, orphan traveller who works his ocassional odd jobs, but for the most part he DOES stick to being a cowhand; bothering the local vaqueros and rancheros about rodeo competitions. he does a lot of trial and error learning on his own, uses a lot of secondhand and borrowed equipment while building his own set for his first entry. before the loss of his parents, he'd started with mutton busting and being put on top of steers as per most kids. cole's other point of interest in the competitions is steer wrestling, which he will perform for on the occassion, but not as frequently for a bull ride; he's also a mean ass roper - but he keeps this skillset to the job despite folk asking him to partner up for team-roping or just enter as a roper. cole takes a lot of his winning funds to settle out and work his own property in his downtime. it's a modest size compared to an average ranch (he keeps about ~25 head or less), and he keeps it this way to be manageable when he's travelling between competitions. good neighbors will ranch-sit for him while he's away. he's well-known and well-regarded in the town he settles down in; knows most people's names. im just going to put some of his other modern-verse npc's residing in this town which include Ernesto, who taught him to maintain and build a motorbike, and Ol' Kooky Sal who threw him around on a crop duster plane. He still loses his arm, at some point. while this forces him into retirement for bull-riding purposes, he does continue with the upkeep of his ranch and falls into other portions of the events, such as bull fighting (protecting riders when they dismount), and the raising and training of bulls.

western period verse.

V;CAUGHT STILL IN TIME BY A BYGONE ERA

For RDR and etc.// I keep this vague in order to play Cole to whatever dynamic is desired or comes into play. Otherwise, you can generally expect the same story beats as above: orphan -> gang -> mutual betrayal within gang that leaves him half dead and picked up by a lawman who gives him a second chance as opposed to a noose (age: 17) -> spends his time as a deputy and bounty man, eventually splitting and/or putting his mentor figure in the ground due to a combination of illness and political corruption.

tlou/post-apocalyptic verse.

V;TIP-TOEING THE RAZOR'S EDGE OF AN UNCERTAIN TOMORROW

For tlou, zombies, etc. Generally, a raider that can act in a group or solo. Tends to keep to himself and a wanderer. Also left vague to accommodate case-by-case plotting.

supermax prison. (upon request)

V;JUMPSUIT ORANGE AND JAIL CELL GREY

OVW DIVERGENT VERSE. he doesn’t take the ultimatum to join blackwatch and is set to spend the rest of his life in a prison. This verse can be set to further develop into a talon verse in itself after a Talon or Null Sector attack (whether wayward or intentional) causes an impromptu jail break. Keeping this separate from the Talon Verse below in order to allow room for Gabriels who want the potential for a pre-established past connection vs keeping it anon and new.

That said, most of the focus would be exploring relationships in prison and visitations.

talon verse. (upon request)

V;COULDN'T SCRUB THE DEVIL OUT OF YOU

" I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It's corrosive, like acid. You got a demon, little man. And I don't like your face. “

Callsign’s predictably Deadeye, but more for the dead-eyed look he’s carrying around. Started out as a muttered, whispered nickname amongst the grunts when he wasn’t feeling particularly conversational and stuck. He’ll introduce himself as Jesse though.

Personality wise: He’s basically the same, 'cept there's something perpetually restless itching beneath his skin. starting shit just to start shit, throttling forward into void with a devil’s glint in the eyes. This is a man with nothing to live for and nothing to lose - living a purgatorial existence where the only thing that serves to make him feel alive is when life or death is at stake. The sun blows out to a black hole; leaving behind a shattered carpet of shredded light and an unrelenting appetite for more.

OTHER STATS

Has a conversational grasp on Spanish. Grew up with it with a bunch of farm hands.

Texan outfit, Texan boy, Texan Southern Drawl.

Didn’t have a formal education prior to BW.

Is wary af abt omnics until fully integrated into OW.

has a bounty on his own head in OW verses. Not included in modern verse, but we can make it a separate one if you’d like >:)c

Joel was his father’s name. A narcissist obsessed with using those around him to better his own ends, Cole learned from him at an early age how to identify all the tells of a person trying to get something from you and at the basic level on how to lay on the charm (which he later developed further into his own thing.) Frequent arguments broke between them, bearing onto the physical, with mostly the blame falling onto him due to his own habits of instigating and finding trouble. There are some scars on his back from these years as a child; they’re faded and lost to other wounds as of current day.

For OVW: I try to keep connections vague to have room with other people’s interpretations of their characters. For threads that don’t make use of these characters, here are my general takes on his feelings for said characters:

I personally think Reyes makes a Dutch equivalent for Cole (which in itself is all very complicated; dutch has shit going on, but i think he genuinely cared when things were good), but I specifically made his father a narcissist in order to give more room for lighter bonds/connections.

I also regard the falling out with Deadlock as a mutual betrayal; Cole came out of it bleeding and bruised. He will regard Ashe with wariness: He misses her, but the feelings are complicated. I see their ovw2 voicelines as more sibling antagonism than outright animosity. He does not rat on DL.

Jack may be “the golden boy” of ovw but my Cassidy won’t resent him for “not getting his hands dirty” like the bw crew. He might make fun of him for it, but Jack, to him, reads like an earnest guy trying his best. i think that jack is the one that gave him permission to leave when bw went to shit in retribution; furthering tensions between him and reyes. this doesn’t need to be the canon if you’re a character (e.i. reyes) that closely interacts with a jack.

ana amari was his first step in integrating with the ovw crew. Her sharpshooting skills and resourcefulness lended respect (the latter a feeling of ilk) and marks his shift from being wary of what he considered his prison wardens to genuine mentor figures. Reyes taught him a lot, but he enjoyed Amari's lessons the most.

For OVW - Explaining the Deadeye mechanic: On here, it’s an adrenaline effect; where one hits peak flow and it nearly becomes meditative. Cole’s good at keeping his head under pressure, actually almost relaxes in it, and this is that same thing except scaled up to 1000%. idk if you’ve ever, like, filled up a room with your presence alone without even a word, but it happens and i imagine this plays into the whole thing you see in-game when he activates it. post-adrenaline fatigue does hit him, and it hits him hard when he uses the mechanic multiple times within a short period.

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nightingaelic · 3 years ago

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The fallout new vegas companions reacting to some legion members being gross jerks to a woman courier (when I heard Siri tell me "i overheard some of the legionnaires taking about 'trying you out'", i physically cringed- ugh-) (sorry if this is a bad companion reacts ask-)

TW: Sexual assault, sexual imagery, blood, I put the worst of it under the cut

The walk through Caesar's camp at Fortification Hill was an impressive one, if you only kept your eyes up. Banners of red and gold blew in the afternoon breeze, walls of corrugated steel rising high above the landscape, plumes of dyed feathers and tanned animal hides swaying atop the heads of the men that patrolled the space. Yes, Caesar kept up appearances, if you didn't notice the women and girls who were desperately trying to melt into their surroundings, avoiding the eye of everyone they passed.

The courier stuck out like a sore thumb here, the only free woman for miles, the only woman gazing fiercely back at anyone who dared look at her. Maybe that was why the three Legionaries by the gate felt the need to comment, as she passed by on her way to meet with the mighty Caesar in his tent.

"This one has pretty eyes," one of the men in armor said, with a lascivious look. "But they would look prettier if she were on her knees, looking up at me."

One of his two fellow soldiers spat on the ground next to the courier's boots. "Women are beneath notice, Cassius. Remember what Caesar has taught us."

"Otho's right," the third agreed with a chuckle. "Besides, why focus on her eyes when you can turn her around and tear open her pretty ass?"

The courier froze.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade stepped in front of her, fuming. "Why don't you make like Odysseus and get lost?"

The Legionaries' hackles rose, and they sauntered forward to surround the researcher. "You forget yourself, profligate," Otho said, crossing his arms.

"Fututus et mori in igni," Arcade shot back, rolling up his sleeves. "Or did your masters not teach you enough Latin to understand me?"

He ducked the first blow, but the second caught him square in the jaw. It took several other soldiers and a pair of Praetorians to drag the five individuals apart.

Craig Boone: Boone's face remained expressionless behind his sunglasses, but he gripped his rifle tighter, stood a little taller and looked over to the courier for direction. "Ready?"

She shook herself out and cracked her neck. "Ready."

The two opened fire, starting with the three men in front of them. By the time they were finished, the banners weren't the only things running red on Fortification Hill.

Lily Bowen: Quick as a flash, Lily grabbed the nearest of the men by the throat and held him aloft, letting him struggle and kick in midair. "Apologize."

"Put him down!" Otho and Cassius demanded, scrambling to unsheathe their weapons and level them at the nightkin. Lily ignored them and glared at the man in her grip, watching his face redden and eventually turn purple.

The courier's hand slid up her shoulder, squeezed it reassuringly. "We're guests here, Lily."

Though her demeanor didn't change, Lily dropped the Legionary in a heap on the ground and stood over him, glaring at each of the soldiers in turn. "Disgraceful."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Whoa, culero." Raul stepped forward and put a hand up defensively. "You don't know her like that. Back off."

Cassius laughed. "And who's going to stop me? Some freak like you? You're lucky we didn't put a bullet in your head when you walked up to the gates."

"You'd be surprised, but that treatment isn't killing as many as it used to, nowadays," Raul replied with a glance back at the courier. "Keep walking, Six. I'll deal with these imbéciles."

By the time the courier made it back down the hill, the men who had been lewd to her were nowhere in sight, and Raul was leaning on the wall with a satisfied look on his face.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Before either of the men could utter another word, Cass was at the last one's throat, her combat knife pressed against his jugular vein. "Keep going. Sounded like an interesting idea you were sharing, there."

"Whore," the man managed to gasp, while his companions fumbled for their own weapons.

"Whore? But I'm not the one whose mind went straight to fucking, you piece of shit." A bead of blood appeared on the tip of the knife, just barely cutting into the Legionary's skin. "A woman without a collar on is too much for you to handle, hmmm?"

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica grabbed the courier's hand. "Fuck off," she said angrily, pulling her away from the men. "Unless you want me telling Caesar that you're hassling his guests."

"The bitch is right," Otho grumbled. "Come. There is work to be found at the arena."

They stalked off across the camp, but Veronica kept herself between them and the courier even as they turned their backs on her. Only when they were out of sight did she turn to the courier and look them over with concern. "Idiots. Are you okay?"

ED-E: The eyebot whizzed up to the men, turning between the three of them angrily. When they tried to look around it at the courier, it blocked their line of view with a low-toned blip. By the time they tried to swat it away, the courier had fled up the hill, and the eyebot trailed in her wake.

Rex: At his companion's tensing, the hair on Rex's back rose in a line and he bared his teeth to snarl. Suddenly the Legionaries looked a tad more unsure of themselves.

"Didn't Caesar used to have a cyberdog like that?" Otho asked, taking a step back.

The courier patted Rex's shoulder and turned a look of absolute venom upon the three men. "He doesn't belong to Caesar, and neither do I."

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fresh-prince-of-denmark · 4 years ago

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The Star — Literary References Analysis Part 6: Name One Hero Who Was Happy

Welcome to the (probably?) final part of analyzing the literary references found scattered in each of the endings of Cyberpunk 2077. If you haven’t read the other parts, you should do so through the masterpost here! The Devil was rough — straight up an indirect roast toward V for being an idiot. But I’m thankful to report that The Star has a far for optimistic tale.

I found two references, and believe me, I looked everywhere. If I missed something, let me know! Otherwise this part is fairly short. I may move on later to analyze the meanings behind all of Misty’s readings during the credits, but for now let’s dig into the two references I found: Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West by Cormac McCarthy, and a portion of The Illiad (Book 9).

The first reference is really subtle, and real easy to miss (I did the first time I played). If you speak to Cassidy before leaving, he’ll say to you:

“See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt.”

He’ll then basically follow this by saying you look like shit, but the family will never turn it’s back on you. This quote is the first line of Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West. If that makes your bowels ache and quake like it did mine, then you may be entitled to financial compensation for pain and suffering as a result of being forced to read The Road as a teenager. I don’t know what absolute fuckshit McCarthy was on, but I want none of it. Cormac McCarthy actually ties into Johnny’s story in a really weird way. Not only does McCarthy also have a novel called No Country for Old Men (ring a bell?), but the story of Blood Meridian has striking similarities to Johnny’s past in the wars. Both characters leave whatever childhood they had, for whatever reason, to join an American militia/military situation in their early teens. Both of these wars take place in souther/California Mexico, and our protagonist sees unimaginable horrors. Both barely escape with their lives.

Less related, but you want to know another weird coincidence? The book opens with three epigraphs. The first is by French poet Paul Valéry. Valéry. As in “just-V-only-people-who-really-know-me-can-call-me-Valerie”. Hmm…

There’s a lot more we could do with McCarthy’s novel: Ask ourselves who the Judge in Johnny’s story is (Smasher? Alt? Johnny?), and what it says about the nature of man, violence, immortality, blah blah blah. If that’s something you’re into, have at it. But why does Cassidy say this to you? Why choose the book that haunts AP English students dreams just to tell you that you look like shit? Why mention the idea of a found family having your back in the same breath as a quote from a book that asserts that family absolutely in no way has your back, and that you either die before they do or they’ll let you down in some way (either by dying and leaving you or stabbing you in the back)? Cassidy, a certified literary hoe, would know that Blood Meridian doesn’t exactly have a rosy outlook on family, found or blood.

I think the answer is simple: at the end of the book, we don’t know jack squat.

Just like we don’t know exactly where V’s going, or what Panem’s contacts will be able to pull, we don’t really know what happens to the protagonist at the end of Blood Meridian. Is V truly marked for death? Is Johnny truly gone forever, or is there a chance that his body is out there somewhere, and he could be restored? Is Mikoshi supposed to symbolize hell’s fire or heaven’s grace? (Or something completely different, if we listen to my boi Blake).

It’s such a weird quote to pick, such a weird story to pick. I wish I could derive more meaning from it, but McCarthy isn’t exactly my area of expertise. If anyone more familiar with his work has more to add, please do!

The next piece we find I believe provides more answers to our ending. It is a section of the Illiad, Book 9, found in a shard before you leave with Panem. For those of you unfamiliar with the Illiad, it is about the end of the Trojan War. If you recall, we get another piece of this story in The Devil ending via a section of The Odyssey, which tells the story of Odysseus trying to return home after said war. In this section, Agamemnon has just made a generous offer to Achilles if he aids in helping end the Trojan War, which he has previously refused over a matter of honor. According to Fate, Achilles is slated to die once Hector is slain, which is exactly why Agamemnon needs Achilles to fight since Hector is on some X-games shit. The shard contains Achilles response to the offer of riches, wealth, and the safe return of his favorite slave (who Agamemnon has taken from him):

For my mother the goddess, silver-footed Thetis, telleth me that twofold fates are bearing me toward the doom of death: if I abide here and war about the city of the Trojans, then lost is my home-return, but my renown shall be imperishable; but if I return home to my dear native land, lost then is my glorious renown, yet shall my life long endure, neither shall the doom of death come soon upon me. Aye, and I would counsel you others also to sail back to your homes; seeing there is no more hope that ye shall win the goal of steep Ilios...

Achilles is grappling here with a tough choice; if he stays and fights, he will die a legend. But if he goes home, he will live a long but quiet life.

Sound familiar? What is it going to be, V? Quiet life, or blaze of glory?

The Sun ending seems to be that blaze of glory, much like the ending Achilles’ eventually is forced into. But The Star seems to be the choice of a quiet life; staying with family, living with peace. I like to think that this is the story of Achilles and Patroclus has things not gone awry. A softer, happier, ending for all involved.

But there’s no such thing according to Johnny. Achilles story doesn’t end with the quiet life. Will V’s? According to McCarthy, we’ll never know, and we’re not meant to know. But there are parallels between V and Johnny, Achilles and Patroclus, that are tough to ignore. Achilles meets his demise after Patroclus dresses in his armor, impersonating Achilles, before being struck down by Hector. Achilles, mad with grief over Patroclus, kills Hector, and continues to fight with the ferocity that can only come when one no longer cares if they live or die. His rage threatens the Gods so much they intervene and cause his demise at the hand of Hector’s brother. Achilles’ final request is that his ashes be mixed with Patroclus so that they may become one in the afterlife.

Lots of parallels, right? The merging of two souls — both in life and death. Just as Patroclus adorns Achilles armor, V has the option to dorn Johnny’s clothes (at the very least, obtaining his jacket is not optional), just as Johnny can “wear” V’s body/identity. V even refers to Johnny as “a comrade and a piece of their own soul.” And as time progresses, they are becoming one indistinguishable entity — just as the Greeks believed that each person is one half of a soul, Johnny and V are one half of each other (or the Soul and the Body, inseparable, as Blake would say).

So what is this saying? That they’re both slated to die together? Perhaps. But that doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll fall into the grave together hand-in-hand. I believe that this is meant to give us hope: that V’s salvation is through saving Johnny. If they truly are two halves of one soul, as several other pieces of literature in the game suggest, saving one means saving the other. We don’t know whether V’s new goal is to save Johnny, save herself, or to live out their remaining months quietly (unlikely, especially if you’ve chosen The Sun ending). But I don’t think that saving Johnny and V are going to be opposing goals anymore; just as dooming Patroclus slated Achilles for death, I think the road to both V and Johnny’s salvation are one they must walk together.

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rhinocerosproject · 5 years ago

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Sewing Circle Participants

Sewing Circle Participants

Thank you to everyone who participated in sewing the rhinoceros! We could never have finished it without you. You are forever in our hearts.

Deanna Cruise back

Juliana Pennington shoulder

Yue Yang Caigla Zou back

Yuen (Jessica) Chen back

Kelly White shoulder

Athena Johns leg

Antoinette Barton head

Erica Lipshultz rump

Marc Fletcher back left foot

Siobhan Cassidy front right leg

Elisa Li head

Harry Yu head

Beth Thomas snout

Erica Barajas forehead

Vivian Romney shoulder

Zoe Walker head

Amy Khalmann rear flank

Alina Hayes feet

Janice Wood rear flank

Barb Bakun head

Andi Wong rear flank

Sarah Stein back, thigh

Chloe Marrinstein head, foot, outline, da booty

Sadie Marrinstein thigh

Amanda H. Johnson head, foot, outline

Kaila Wood head, foot, outline

Leah Johnson head, foot, outline

Ani Mukerji back leg

Inka Mukerji back leg

Winnie Ding rear flank

Jennifer White back feet

August White back feet

Neve Schmitt head

Michelle Schmitt head

Sigrid foot

Leah Anderson foot

Mary Kenny rump

Isle Oritt rump

Olga back leg

Dustin rhinobum!

Linnea Furlog head

Pam Deluco rear leg, haunch, elbow, letters

Jeff Thomas back

Bryan Barkley rear

Mary Wheeler back top flank

Teri Gardiner tail hair, rump, belly, ridge of back

Robin Hill rump

Darcy Padilla stomach

Emily Clark-Krasner rear

Yuen Chen leg

Jodi Connelly back

Noah Greene belly

Ryan Meyer belly and back

Arielle Rebek belly

Muzi LaRowe eyes

T. Blackmon bottom

Bettina Pauley tail

Allyson Feeney rump

Mark Baugh-Sasaki back foot

Dox Lorax haunch

Kelli Rae rump

Cesar Rubio unknown

Ho Yan Nip unknown

Frank Merritt all over, circles, edges, hindquarters, shoulder, rump, dark purple bottom edge of shoulder armor, behind the ear

Kim Miskowicz rump, right foot, rear/rump

Julia Langer buttocks

Jonathan Coignard buttocks

Suzanne Gore haunch

Kelly Wang from hip to buttock

Steve Rasmussen rear leg

Bob Rocco rump

Odysseus Wolken upper rump

Juliette Langley lower rump

Fehim Haelzic crown/forehead

Leyla Haelzic crown/forehead

Tanja Gels head

Lisa Ekstrom from right leg, forehead

Eva Walker front leg

Sara Wright eye

Karrie Hovey shoulder

M. Dym a wrinkle on the head

Amy M. Ho front foot, forehead

Dave Lyons just below eye

Mel Day forehead

Heather Peters ear

Helen Hiebert butt

Alyssa Casey neck, horn

Vanessa Gingold rump

Mary V. Marsh front right toe, ear

Antonio Guerra letra C

Jenny Phillips hands

Ingrid Rojas Contreras hoof

Maia Wachtel lines on the back

Roli Douglas the top line

Noga Wizansky rump

Suzanne Forester border line

Cindy Steiler face

Alexa Boromo behind

Amber Hoy back

Melody Dalton back

Cheyenne Dalton rear feet

Elizabeth Boyne ear

Teddy Midler front foot

Drew Cameron face

Cathy DeForest front left hoof

Leah Korican face

Mayumi Hamanaka r - text

Dana Zed shoulder

Erin Sheanin knee

Alisha Funkhouser front foot

Debbie Walker unknown

Nancy Marriner tail

Summer Om face

Eraden Wordal Chesh face

Isle Oritt knee

Mary Grace Tate toe

Sophia Auen face

April Marriner tail

Charlotte Semmes snout

Andre Chevonier foot

Jane Cassidy foot

Kellen Rhoda foot

Meiasha Gray border

Samantha Bankston back foot

Winship Varnes hindquarters

Miranda McFarland belly

Susan Paigen nose

Kevin Holmes ear

Jackie Wallowheng plants

Beta Heist Morello edge

Elaine Todd nose and edge near nose

Lori Chambers back foot

Mickie McCormic foot scales

Jeremy Logan ear hair

Brook Craddock mythical horn!

Morning Hullinger toe jam back foot, shoulder flank, final inner

C.C. Chaya scales

Lolli Jacobsen back

Sarah Crews rump

Connie Burket ears

Debbie Divine rear leg

Martha Rhea hindquarters

Donna Sandberg along the top of the back shoulder and letter H

Pam Morgan back

Ruth Cathcard Rake front leg and letter R

Gretchen Boyum front leg, front foot

Rachel Butler front leg

Lucy Butler front leg

Bill North butt, ground, back right foot

Caroline Stoll head

April Engstrom back right leg/hip

Connie Wilson close to face

Gloria Gonzalez hind foot

Judy Nease chin

Alleigh Weems horn

Lyndsi Weems back foot

Karla Prickett rump

Jennifer Baker back

Kent Manske spots

Susan Tuoley back foot and butt

Susan Paigen nose

Christina Steinbrecher pfrandt (lower leg)

Yeqi Song legs

Yuan Luo legs

Jenny Chin (Kuan-Jen) legs

Jingying Liang back leg

Jianguyin Reng back leg

Beth Abdallah back flank

Rebecca Redman back leg

Michael Seidel kidney lining

Rita Hsing head

Sandy Lee back

Chelsea Herman back

Marie Kidd right front foot

David Kidd right front foot

Amy Whitcomb rump

Bob Carpenter nose

Barbara Carpenter nose

Cynthia Beecher ear

Leteb Beecher ear

Susan Sweet ear

CK Itamura hamhock

Dionne Thornton front left foot, butt edge

Robert Wuilfe da booty

Gina Ching front foot

Jordan Juel front foot

Anne Ingraham front foot

Michelle Waters butt

Elizabeth Addison foot

Lydia Nakashima Dagarod shoulder

Linda Joy Kettwinkel snout

Peggy George butt

Maryly Snow scales

Zelisa back end

Scott Partch back end

Chin Cox head

Hada Marshall Booth head

Eduardo Arenas leg

Luna Gomez head

Sauita Patel gog (back)

Brian Lease back leg

Islonia Hasbrim frente

Guadalupe Portillo espalda

Queen Krubally back

Bridget McCraken back

Margaret Coston back

Kathleen Murphy belly

Julie Grigoryan ear

Joyce Subel border

Yatit Maidorh head

Omer head

Alon head

Rooek head

Eli head

Posja Mahushwai neckline

Talia nose

Ella ear

Jonathan nose

Nancy Brunn back

Sabina Brunn ears

Judith Fast back

Lindsey Stoll hoof

Emily Marks head

Victor Vargas chin

Britt-Marie Alon horn

Al Bloch horn

Alyssa Flores horn

John Hoffmeyer border

Madison Cockrum head

Anthony Murillo border

Sheri Simons front legs

Emily Matherson face

Hana Jones hoof (back foot)

Angela Kirchebel bottom left corner border,

small area of right foot, scales

Adele Etcheverry Sheets upper border rear and rear of Rhino

Leslie Jurado back leg, hoof scales

Jaime Muñoz shoulder

Aiden Ginn back leg

Sheecid Lopez border and back leg

Sophy Hock shoulder

Nancy Scott Patton rump

Hana Beaty shoulder, back leg

Eric D’Alessandro lower jaw

Betsy Copeland leg and hoof

Kylie McCloskey horn

Dellanira Carrillo butt

Jose Llamos hoof (back foot)

Timothy Clancy forehead

Kobley Benjamin Mona shoulder

Alicia Ramirez foot

Kim Green upper thigh/butt

Francesca Figone left back

Josette Stokes shoulder

Mercedes Yatta foot

Luis Medina booty

Shane Geoge face (under eye)

Ellen Baird foot

Daria Booth shoulder

Adria Davis backside

Johnny Bruno back foot

Brianna Warren leg

Adrienne Glatz forehead

Mallory Frucha bum

Kelly Weber front and back legs

Carissa Duggan booty

Jasmin Gonzalez foot

Francis Newsom rear end

Shari Maxson Hopper shoulder

Veronica Brenck butt

Marie Fox rump, front foot, back foot

Chloe Taylor root

Marissa Winslow rump/tail

Shai Porath head

Linda Bea Miller tummy

Tom Seoul rump

Kathleen Ritchie unknown

Sue Bottom front leg

Lisa Chu forehead

Anne Ingraham hind foot

Chris Voisard rump

Jane McLaughlin front foot

Malinda Thompson rear leg

Mallory Nomura Saul tusk and back

Judy Shintani tummy and rump

Kevin Austin top of nose, bottom of horn

Claudia Molley top of head, behind ear

Kate Oltmann butt

Amanda Bosma wrinkle on face

Xittaly Vasquez back leg

Emily Murray torso wrinkle

Julia Albo border

Miriam Hassman neck/face

Ryan Patton back left leg

Alexa Weber chin and left front leg

Jiovanny Soto forehead

Jenny Harp lower back

Steven Garen nose/head

Tallulah Terryl leg

Johanna Arnold back

Sean Olson muzzle

Emma Spertus back

Chris Challans loin, belly

Susan Kanowith-Klein rump

Christina Aumann eyelashes and forehead

Ruth Souza misc dorsal area

Phuong Pham booty

Laurie Crogan shoulder-scales

Lorna Turner armpit

Eva Hausam chin wavy lines

David Reiman shoulder

Lanqin Wang forehead

Camryn Travis belly

Jennifer Munnings eye/cheek

Brooke Sommers belly

Katie Gallagher ribs

Sariah Gonzalez forehead

Anthony Isenhour shoulder

Berenika Boberska the bottom!

Taylor Hoogsteden hip

Carmina Ellison sideburns

Nicole McHale shoulder blade

Preeva Tramiel back leg

Jessica Bernhardt front leg

Milldrid Thompson ear

Sharon Robinson front leg

Timiza Wagner back leg

Bobbie Jeffery rear of body

Joanne Landers ear

Sylvia Stanger front leg

Paula Landers back leg

Charlotte Jacobs front leg

Mavis Brown front shoulder

Cheryl Batrato haunch

Kathy Goldmaker shoulder

Liz Matthews back leg above the foot

Sailee Pawar back leg

Andrea Fleiner belly

Marina Taniform leg

Andres Taniform leg

Rose Nguyen ribs

Marco Chavez ribs

Lily May Larson cheek

Rachel Williamson back leg

Cheryl Zuur above the eye

Kathy Willis hindquarters

Martha White hindquarter

Artemis Koren head

Anika Sykora tummy

Irene Floyd hindquarter

Ming Zhou head

Max Koren front leg

Dinah Irino ear

Maya leg

Morgan Carter head

Ava Kasim the hinney

Isabella Anderson back

Ian Kussi-Gillu shoulder

Viyada Satyapan upper front back

Mahvash Salehpour back hip

Christina Bayley back foot

Pam Schwartz left leg

Lynn Koolish back leg

Sandra Duncan front hoof

Emily Rosenberg right leg

Gina Dixon back leg

Tamara Sommerfield neck

Diana R. Reton rear leg

Candace Kling shoulder

Cindy Jacomette head

Nicki Hitz Edison front leg

Toru Sueto front left leg

Jeanne Sueto under eye, along lower jaw

Linda Goss rear hip

Kim Meuli Brown back ribs

Michael Chin chin

Kasla Melton right back leg (pierna derecha)

Vanessa Herrera right back thing

Wendy Brown back leg

Jack Fleig front leg

Amanda Fleig front leg

Shobitha belly

Sasha back

Marilyn rear haunch

Caden Jo Hartdegen head/neck

Yolanda Araujo unknown

Meredith Payn unknown

Tiffany Hartdeger unknown

Richard cheek

Hanna Peacock shoulder

Juan Manuel Gutierrez rear hip

Paola Valencia head

Jesus Castillo head

Diego Barregan shoulder

Hernandez Irvin belly

Cindy Simmons cheek

Ginna Sierra upper leg

Carole Walters-Cook face

Angela Etsey back leg and thigh

Victor Navarro IV V neck

Elizabeth Finkler ear

Jennifer Lu lower tummy

Kylee Dougherty neck

Jada Wong stomach

Kerwin Azores back knee

Hugo Jimenez head

Becca Wong neck

Breanna Estrada unknown

Candaces Perrault shoulder

Kevin Liu belly and front of leg plates

Michael Huang Mil back leg

Natalie Diazza chin hairs

Eliza Villa dorsal neck

Steve Dellicalpini in that neck tho!

Michelle van Eyken right flank

Leslie McLaughlin shoulder circles

Angela Acosta front leg

Allison Acosta front shoulder circle

Rebecca Bui upper back leg

Barbara Post back foot

Irene Caravajal back leg

Gabrielle Koizumi neck

Clayton Bavor front leg

Ava Eui front leg

Judy Diamond upper shoulder

Mhanna Kutras front leg

Liam neck

Leona neck

Leana Olliffe stomach

Patti Samuelson right leg

A. Manley neck plates

Donna King right shoulder

Becky Leech right hindquarters

Raymond Mueller front left leg

Timmy shoulder

Asher Fleig front leg

Julia back leg

Nicole B chest

L. Hum hind leg

Alice Schwegman shoulder

Gail Blackmarr unknown

Christina Truong neck

June Dao scale

Ellie Reese a rear leg

Susan L. Goranson left rear leg

Marci Ariagno breast shield

Maya unknown

Diane Mestu head

Claudia Havah back leg

Mickey Guffin right upper hind leg

Annalise Sailen unknown

Jennifer Schaeffer front right leg

Mia rear leg

Joe Ranish right shoulder

Ann Ranish rear leg

Anthony left leg

Leslie Nobler neck

Anne Trickey back leg

Maris Kaplan neck fold and front shoulder

Paula Bohan neck fold

James Brooks neck

Amanda Briggs back right foot

Andrew Briggs back right foot

Miriam Briggs back right foot

Willow Yamaden cheek

Sarah Bartman neck

Bridget McMahon flank

Amy Brown jowl

Vanessa Dion Fletcher jowl

Denera Gains unknown

Justin Gains unknown

Kurt Salinas stomach/inner thigh

Randall Harrison upper mid bicep

Ivy Moya back foot

Pam Lonero breast plate

Molly Olsen Roush shoulder/neck area

Brook Olsen Roush shoulder/neck area

Susie Miller Roush shoulder/neck area

Reyhon Ertekin unknown

Torres Leck shoulder

Anna Banancks shoulder

Emily van Engel front leg

Silvia Eckert cheek

Davis Watson breastplate

Debachree Ghosh breastplate

Jessica Jane Jennings cheek

Kimberly Ann Piper shoulder

Alisa Murray cheek

Jennifer Hill breastplate

Susan Ady cheek

Chris Washburn neck

Janet Ady flank

Louise Horkey border

Nupur Kamat front shoulder

Tamela Holmes ear

Tameyah Holmes cheek

Ruth Tabancay upper leg

Teddy Midler shoulder

Jerry Majors Patterson cheek area

Susan Afell eye area

Elaine Todd neck

Senator Jordan cheek

Meadow unknown

Lori Chambers neck

Josephine Tumova neck

Fynn Tuma chest

Diana Dominguez chest

Jason Godeke neck

Cristina Mathews belly and front right leg

Jody Alexander neck, chest

Elaine Todd belly circles

Raquel Marquez belly

Josslyn Robles chest

Rhea Rynearson shoulder

Valerie Frey shoulder

Aidan Parker shoulder, right shoulder

A. Parker right shoulder

Seraphine Ries belly

Lid. C. belly

Jamelie whiskers

Carolyn Schneider upper shoulder

Josh Morsell lower front shoulder

Lia V. Wilson middle breast

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hello, its naomi ( someone stop me ) and this gif makes me cry for reasons i can’t explain. i never saw this movie and i probably never will

graham as a vine. odysseus as a vine.

[ CHRIS EVANS. CISMALE. HE/HIM. ] GRAHAM CASSIDY aka ODYSSEUS has been a member of the God Club for FIVE YEARS. This time around they are THIRTY-FIVE years old and a UNI FILM AND HISTORY PROFESSOR. They ARE NOT devoted to returning to Olympus because THERE ARE NO THRONES LEFT FOR KINGS. Currently they only possess the power of INSTRUCTIVE MUSCLE MEMORY.

smash that mfin’ like and we can chat to plot bc if i have to legally write an intro i’ll kermit i’ve had an emotional night. okay i threw something together. i just wanna be able to do replies and not feel guilty for not doing this.

g r a h a m

Well I come here more than you know And I'm sure you think I've OUTGROWN you But I couldn't. – COIN, malibu ‘92

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: graham jonathan cassidy

NICKNAME(S): n/a

AGE: thirty-five ( 35 )

DATE OF BIRTH: december 25th

GENDER: cis male

NATIONALITY: american

SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): english

OCCUPATION: university professor

RELIGION: unaffiliated

SEXUALITY: bisexual

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: chris evans

HEIGHT: 6′0

DOMINANT HAND: right handed

HAIR COLOR: medium brown

EYE COLOR: blue

SCARS: speckled with well-faded scars, a gnarly scar across his

TATTOOS: an in memorium tattoo for his deceased mother, a small h on his left hand’s ring finger, chris’ buddism clavicle tattoo

POWER(S): instructive muscle memory

► BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: just outside of austin, tx

CURRENT RESIDENCE: new york

FINANCIAL STATUS: middle class

EDUCATION LEVEL: a doctorate in history and film

FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: marissa cassidy [ mother, deceased ]; william cassidy [ father, 58 ], younger sister [ open ]

ROMANTIC CONNECTIONS: heath cassidy [ spouse, 31 ]

PLATONIC CONNECTIONS: cousins, extended family

HOSTILE CONNECTIONS: open

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: estj

TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

SIN: pride

VIRTUE: charity

ZODIAC: capricorn

ELEMENT: earth

PINTEREST: its gay

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: later

► PAST tw: an abuse of commas on my part

the first born son of a farmhand, graham learned to take care of the land and trust in his own hands before anything else. just a short, two-hour drive from the nearest big city - he had figured that he had grown up with a well-rounded childhood. that ideology was quickly shaken up when he enlisted in the army. basic training brought him up to south carolina where he truly discovered just what type of people existed in the world. the army introduced him to new experiences while also honing the skills he had developed at home. ranking up diligently, graham used his off time to take advantage of covered tuition. though learning from a book was never his strong suit but by making every class as interactive as possible, he managed to rack up a few degrees. his twenty-first birthday came and went, but as he helping a mate build ikea furniture, she actually read the instructions and he found that.. he knew what to do. his hands moved almost of their own accord and the standard three hour desk took only a fourth of the time. cornered in the library, being told that he would manifest powers and that he was odysseus was a trip. laughing it off, he told a few people about the incident and his friends agreed that lsd was too easily accessible in new york. nonetheless, he was fascinated with his newfound ikea furniture building prowess, he spent weeks trying figure out what triggered this ability. he read manuals, he watched tutorials, he had other people read him manuals, but not all of them worked, through trial and error and a few stressful nights of googling, he found that indirect observation was the key to mastering his new abilities. becoming a quick fan of how-to audiobooks and written instruction, graham consumed everything from mechanics’ guides to cookbooks. leaving his education on hold to become a ranger, a part of him felt like it was cheating, using this weird, newfound ability to advance his personal life, so he vowed to look up the godclub when he was back in the states. unfortunately, that day came sooner than anticipated. injuring his right shoulder and getting discharged with the grizzly truth of never having full mobility of his shoulder, graham returned to get his masters in something more solitary. on a whim he tacked on a teaching degree to his portfolio and he was able to pick up a job teaching subjects he loves.

► PERSONALITY

gold, gold, gold.

likes routine, very detail orientated, hardworking, knowledge and facts > feelings, emotionally guarded bordering on constipated, cold anger like clenching a fist around dry ice, ACTUALLY gets shit done, mom friend.

► CONNECTIONS

heath -

ride or die, close friends, confidants etc

gym buddies, neighbors, uncommon friends, frenemies,

this scenario

however, very recently, i would say about this passed spring, graham lost his mother and has been very depresso about it. he would have taken the summer off and gone on a short trip and then spent the rest of his time wandering the streets after the sun has set. if you’re interested in meeting him then. lmk

#god.intro

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