Cassandra out of costume
|Civilian name||Cassandra Watts|
April 4, 2002|
Los Angeles, California
|Celestial Wind E- | Division C | Phase E?|
Civilian: Cas stands at 6'4 with a physique and build befitting a swimmer, though it is usually covered with baggier clothes when outside of the water. This usually leads to people assuming that Cas is a boy. She has blonde hair, green eyes, and usually wears contact or prescription goggles when swimming.
Costume: Clad in a black Kevlar and neoprene wetsuit, the very same variety made for divers and surfers to protect from shark bites. Typically accompanied with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt of varying design, and a belt with lots of pouches and loops for carabiners and clips, both worn on top of the wetsuit. A gaudy shark tooth necklace is worn around the neck, and their face is covered in a pair of durable prescription goggles, and a bandana with a stylized shark tooth design.
Equipment and Resources
- Converted Van
- Cell phone with OtterBox
- First aid kit
- Camel pack filled with water
- Prescription goggles
- Prescription glasses
Skills and Specializations
- Expert Surfer
- Basic Engine Maintenance
- Marijuana Cultivation
- Cooking (Seafood)
- Fishing (Shore and Boat)
- Level 1 First Aid
Cassandra is easy going and laid back, always willing to go with the flow. Just looking to soak up the sun and ride the rail; life begins and ends in the barrel. She cares for little in her life beyond finding that next adrenaline rush on the best waves, when the next meal is coming, and more recently but also most importantly her life partner Kaipo.
Trigger type: Natural First Generation
Wake can distort water by stretching, compressing, or bending the space in which it occupies. Essentially changing the density of the water without needing to add or remove additional water to achieve this.
She can control upwards of 1150 cubic feet or 8600 gallons of water at a time, but cannot create water or draw it from the air. Water controlled this way is manton limited and cannot be controlled if ingested by a living creature (This includes water already in living creatures). Fine control is difficult but not impossible, it requires Wake's focus to shape the water into actual objects.
In order to make full use of her power, Wake can sense water within a 50 meter (165 foot) radius around her. Her control reaches throughout the area of water sense. She cannot detect people due to Manton limitations, but could detect somebody's clothing if they were wet enough. E.g. Rivers, Lakes, Ponds, Sewer lines, etc
"Dude." Wake mumbled through the mask as the cashier behind the counter fumbled trying to open the register. "What are you doing? I just want the pizza you've got, I've grabbed the rest of my stuff. If I wanted the cash bro I'd have said that."
Around her were a handful of plastic bags, each held by a nearly solid looking water tendril stretching from the camel pack on her back.
"S-sorry Sir, I've never been robbed before! Or seen a cape in person." The cashier laughed awkwardly.
"Oh c'mon my dude!" Wake yelled as the hero ripped her camel pack off her back and threw it away, letting the bags of loot fall to the ground with clattering noise. "What did I ever do to you?!"
"You're a criminal, and I'm going to stop you." The hero wasn't much taller than her chest, "I can't let villains like you go around doing whatever you want."
"You're so uptight, how about you take the stick out of your ass my dude." The fire hydrant behind the hero was shaking as they talked until it blew out the side and smashed into his back, pushing him to the ground under the force of a nearly solidly dense fountain of water. "Later my dude!" She waved as the water slowed from the hydrant, leaving the hero on his back. The sound of her shoes on the concrete growing quieter in the distance.
Cassandra and her friends were no slouches when it came to riding the waves off the coast of California, they worked hard for their skills and they played hard when the time came. A drink here, a smoke there, and so much weed that they’d tried every strain in the county. That was when things escalated.
Somebody brought out a baggie of powder, who wasn’t important at the time, but the rush that came with just trying a little hit was more than any of them had gotten in a long time. The only thing that could make it better was the surfer’s high of riding the waves and taming mother nature.
The weather was getting worse as they got to the beach, but everybody there was an expert in their craft… Was an expert before things went from bad to worse.
Swimming out and handling the beginning of the storm was nothing, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes in the water before the waves were larger than anybody had managed. Cassandra was dragged under, her friends were dragged under… Some were unconscious as they went down, others struggled until their muscles gave way.
Watching them all through a haze of adrenaline, cocaine, and prescription goggles Cassandra could do nothing.
It was only a moment but she was standing on top of the water like it was solid, so dense it held her up like ice but it wasn’t any colder than the water had been moments before.