Cassius Silas

Age: 17 years old

Education: Highschooler, third year

Employment: Unemployed

Socioeconomic class: Upper-Middle class.

Relationships: 

Family( birth parents) becoming strained due to how little time his parents spend with him.

Has two friends. Freshmen who think he is coolest and a fellow third year who knows his tough guy persona is an act.

Is actively dating 2 girls at the same time, behind each other's back.

 

Backstory:  Cassius has spent almost all of his formative school years being the butt-end of everyone’s ridicule. Someone who was too weak to fend for himself, but too much of a wimp to do anything about it. His parents weren’t much help, being way too busy to even go to parent- teacher conferences. This all changed however after middle school, where an over the summer growth sprout gave him a much more intimidating look to him. Seeing this as karma, He let his new found look go to his head, adopting a violent tough guy persona. He became way more outspoken about his treatment over the years, roughing up former bullies of his, building a small gang of trouble makers, and even getting bold enough to date two girls at once. Cassius, for a lack of a better word, became a total prick.

 

And with this new persona, Cassius began to get this gnawing feeling in the back of his mind. A feeling of grower isolation, that eventually he is and always will be alone. He tries his best to ignore it, saying to himself this is what all these people deserve, but he is starting to feel that this is not how he wants people to remember him.

Motivation: To get back at everyone who bullied him in middle school.

 

Greatest Fear: Cassius’s greatest fear, deep down, is being alone. He has dealt with neglect from his parents being too busy and not really standing up for him. He's a tough guy since by one of his friends as a ploy for attention.

 

Monologue:

 

“Do ya know who I am? Ya, talking to the main man here, bubby. Show me a little respect, would ya? Now, I’ll let it slide since you're new here. But in any future meetings, you ought to address me as THE Cass. With a C, no K. Break this, break a finger. Got it?”