Cassandra Cassidy
Mar 11, 2021 23:11:52 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Mar 11, 2021 23:11:52 GMT -5
--PLAYER INFO--
Name/Alias: Whippoorwill
Contact: PM
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--CHARACTER INFO--
Name: Cassandra "Butch" Cassidy
IC Speech/Thought Text Color: Emerald (#41be78)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Faction: Autobot-aligned as of Episode 3.5
Occupation: Janitor/cleaner at Jasper Hospital; part-time crime scene and biohazard cleanup specialist
Appearance: Cassandra is a lean and square woman with a masculine, muscular build. Her height is average at five feet and four inches tall. Her hair is stringy, wavy and strawberry blonde, prone to sun-bleaching and often in a bun at work. She has freckles all over her body from being outside, her skin not light enough to burn fast. Her face has a tired, sunken appearance from too many late nights, with dark bags under her gray-blue eyes. She bears many light nicks and scars over her body, but the top of her left hand is splotched and discolored with scar tissue. The majority of this is centered around her knuckles, with a two-pronged pink mark extending down her hand. There is another little nick at the bottom of this scar, and her left fingers are slightly uneven.
Cassandra most often wears a white tank top and jeans or green cargo pants. When at work, she's either in janitorial scrubs or her crime scene cleanup uniform. She doesn't have a car, so she sometimes has a weather-beaten or dusty look from traveling on foot. The smell of tobacco hangs off of Cassandra, and she often has cigarettes on hand. Wherever she goes, she's most often seen with a plain canvas duffel-bag and a silver chain around her neck. Attached to this chain is a set of US military dog tags with the name "Robert L. Cassidy".
Reference Images: [Regular Attire], [Regular Attire With Hair Up], [Secret Santa GIF]
Pertinent History: A dual Canadian-American citizen born in the Yukon wilds, Cassandra grew up in the bush to a young couple. Robert and Jane Cassidy were on rough terms with both their families, Jane pregnant at only 16. To try and show that they didn't need anyone's help (or judgments), the Cassidy family retreated to a log cabin. Once owned by Jane's grandfather, it was Cassandra's world up until the age of 13 and her parents divorcing. Cassandra went with her mother to British Columbia, her father leaving for Alaska.
Cassandra had on-and-off contact with her father for several years. Though she and her mother got along, she took after her father's adventurous and brash spirit in her youth. Cassandra was always exploring places that were off-limits, sneaking out at night to drink and smoke. Introduced to parkour through television and her friends at 15, she dove into the art with a passion. Soon Cassandra was involved in a series of vandalism incidents and urbex-driven B&Es. She ended up in the county jail a few times, and became known as a local nuisance. Her mother kicked her out at 19 for her bad behavior, fed up with Cassandra's immaturity and partying.
Deciding she wanted to see the world but not interested in going to college, Cassandra took off on the next bus out. She stopped at random towns, settling at one or the other for a few years and taking cleaning jobs. Cassandra drank, hunted, made a few friends, and never stopped enjoying the outside. A few times she went into abandoned buildings to goof around, smoke, and practice parkour. She had brushes with the law several times more - even ending up in jail for a year or two - but settled down around 24. Feeling she was getting too old for such antics, wanting to be a responsible adult, she found a large town to live in. There she picked up a job at the local hospital, working with the janitorial staff and building up her funds. She also toyed with the idea of reconnecting with her father, seeking out family to see where he'd gone.
After searching for a couple of years and contact with her relatives, Cassandra found him. The divorce was a low point for her father, and he'd joined the US Army to get a new start in life. According to the distant aunt that told Cassandra this, he'd transferred to a base not far from Jasper, NV. She tried his e-mail given to her by the relative to get his attention, but there was no response. Frustrated, Cassandra left Canada and headed south, wanting to confront Robert in Jasper. When she arrived, Cassandra asked around for where he lived, hoping to get a lead.
To Cassandra's shock and horror, she learned Robert was dead. "Killed in a training accident," a colleague of his said. What wasn't said was that Robert was a member of NEST, killed by MECH's footmen during a mission to help the Autobots. He'd been working up the courage to contact his daughter before he died. Cassandra learned she was still loved, and he hoped she'd forgive him for going out of touch. The colleague, being a good friend of Robert's, gave her his dog tags to remember him by. Cassandra still has them to this day, and has settled in Jasper in an attempt to find closure. Using her prior experience as a janitor, she's found another cleaning job at the local hospital. Cassandra also gets a ride to Las Vegas for crime scene and biohazard cleanup.
Personality: Cassandra is stoic, quiet and introverted. She often has a plain expression, her smiles and laughs lazy and tired. One gets the impression she conserves energy by hanging back and staying cool. Though she enjoys socializing with others, she just as often goes alone to enjoy some peace and quiet. Careful and focused, she is deliberate and thoughtful before acting. She listens more than she talks. Her anger and sadness hides behind a sometimes-harsh, stony expression - but her fury is as cold as winter ice. It can be hard to tell if you're her friend, but if you are, she'll show it by offering a cigarette or getting you food.
The only sore spot with Cassandra that's guaranteed to get a reaction is in regards to her family. She won't punch you the first time you insult her mother, father or kin, but it's best not to push her. The same goes for any close friends Cassandra might make, rare as they are. If she ever learned about the truth of her father's death, it might send her over the edge. One can only speculate what might happen when someone wakes that sleeping dragon of hers.
Likes: The outdoors. Parkour. Hiking. Camping. Urban exploration. Wildlife observation. Reading and poetry. The history of North America, pre-contact and post-colonial. Her cigarettes. A well-made set of lemon meringue bars.
Dislikes: Obnoxious drunks. Walking in dust-storms. People who insult her family and any close friends. Unnecessary confrontation. Littering. Too much noise or time with too many people around. Racists and other bigots. Single-use plastics.
Weapons: Cassandra is familiar with bows and hunting rifles. She has limited experience with a sidearm, and keeps a switchblade tucked into one boot. She knows enough about fighting to kick and punch, but often solves her problems with stealth, evasion, and avoiding fights. At worst, there's nothing stopping Cassandra from grabbing a rock to throw.
Strengths:
- Athletic: Cassandra is fit and hasn't given up on parkour or hiking. She can run fast, jump far and vault over obstacles with ease. She also can squeeze into a tight space if the situation calls for it, even it's uncomfortable. She also has knowledge of several advanced parkour moves, such as wall-running.
- First Aid: Cassandra can provide basic first aid to humans if needed.
- Good Reflexes: Years of ducking, diving, and making sure to stick to ledges has given Cassandra good reflexes and balance. She's quick to move out of the way or bring her arms to block. If someone's coming or trying to get a light on her, count on Cassandra to get to a hiding spot pronto.
- Outdoorsman: Cassandra knows how to survive outdoors for an extended period of time. She was taught bushcraft by her father and mother as a young child, and camped and hiked with her family in BC. If she wanted to, she could disappear into the wilderness for a while with ease. She understands wild animal behavior, can build a fire, and knows how to hunt and salvage items. She also can craft crude arrows and spears if necessary.
- Small Repairs: Though by no means a tinkerer, Cassandra can do small repairs like fixing a pipe or changing someone's oil.
- Stealth: Cassandra knows how to use the shadows to her advantage. She quiets her footsteps and breathing to stay hidden, and can use terrain like long grass to keep a low profile. When startled, she usually blinks and snorts instead of making a loud noise.
- Tolerance For Biology: All those years working cleaning jobs means that little shakes Cassandra anymore. Blood, waste material, vomit - she's seen it all in her line of work. Though she'd have concern for the injured or ill, she wouldn't lose her composure or mind cleaning up after them.
Weaknesses:
- Protective Instincts: Cassandra has a knee-jerk reaction to kids being in danger. She could be walking on the sidewalk and would run into the middle of traffic if she saw a kid in its way. Rationality seems to abandon her when endangered children are involved.
- Jail Record: A younger Cassandra was involved in various petty crimes such as vandalism, breaking and entering, and trespassing. She did a few stints in jail for misdemeanors - short sentences, only a couple of years' worth - before she finally reformed. She's in the police database and is identifiable with a criminal check. Some of society might stigmatize her for her past, and depending on the laws of the state she's in, she may not be allowed to have a gun. The switchblade she keeps in one boot isn't one she should be carrying, either.
- Nicotine Habit: Cassandra is a frequent smoker. Though she's avoided cancer so far, a persistent cough plagues her. She spits up tarry phlegm when physically-taxed, such as too long a hike without a break or rest-stop. She also finds it hard to hold her breath, especially when stressed.
- Old Injuries: Cassandra's left hand was broken in a parkour accident, and she has issues with its nerves and muscles. They are stiff and sometimes give her pain, and she finds it hard to do fine motor control with that hand. Cassandra favors it, and finds it a bit gnarled and unsightly to look at, often keeping it in a pocket or bag on hand. That hand was also her dominant hand, and she's had to learn how to write and do other fine tasks with her right hand. Needless to say, Cassandra's handwriting isn't the best, among other things.
- Repressed Emotions: Cassandra is hesitant to show upset or anger in front of people. The combination of her gory work and the loss of her father has driven her to adopt stoicism as a coping mechanism. To her, this means ends up bottling up strong feelings until they manifest as stress tics. These include insomnia, inappetence, general exhaustion, heavier cigarette usage, and irritable outbursts. Poor hygiene also becomes an issue, which makes her more susceptible to diseases and infections from work.
- Smell of Death: Cassandra has a peculiar odor about her that she can't seem to shake. It's not strong, but it's still noticeable enough that people comment and move away from her. It's the smell of bleach and chemical cleaners and cigarette smoke, with a faint undertone of old meat or copper. She sometimes tries to cover it up with strong deodorants or perfumes, becoming floral-scented to an obnoxious degree. There are times when the two scents blend, making her smell like a fake garden that had an animal removed from it.
- Strained Immune System: Though Cassandra is healthy, she often exposes herself to biological hazards. Between her smoking, her occasional shutdowns and a hard job, nasty bugs often find her. When she does she get sick, she'll often try to shrug it off and keep working, which only makes her sicker. When Cassandra finally goes down, it can take more than a week to resolve itself and leaves her weakened.
Extra Info: Cassandra has a Bible she keeps with her to read on Sundays. She's a bookworm in general, and knows various bits of trivia about the natural world.
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--SAMPLE RP--
KO Burger was quiet that evening. It was a Wednesday and the dinner rush was over, but usually there'd be a kid or two in the corner with their friends. Something might've been going down at the races, or there was a party out in the desert or at someone's house. This wasn't a bad thing for Butch Cassidy - the hum of florescent lights and the ding of the pizza timer were welcome companions. Work had been long, dirty and tough, Cassidy coming out of the end of a three-day cleanup job at a hoarder's house.
Checking to make sure her body spray was holding up - a quick sniff under one arm did the trick - Cassidy strolled in with cash in hand. The fryer hissed in the back as fresh fries were emptied into the oil. A grill sizzled as someone flipped a patty and pressed it to the hot surface. Cassidy's stomach growled as she made her way to the counter, finding it empty as figures milled in the back. Must be an order on the way, she thought, putting twenty dollars on the slick white surface in front of her.
There was a small ringer to her right, the same kind found at hotel desks. Cassidy dinged it once, leaning to the side to try and see into the back. She was pretty sure June's son wasn't in that night, but it didn't hurt to check. Cassidy made it a point to check on Jack every now and then, just in case he needed something. She and June weren't close, but this was a small town and everyone knew each other well enough. The least she could do was make sure he wasn't out racing, or that he wasn't being hassled by someone from school.
As an afterthought, Cassidy put down another five on the corner. If Jack was in, she might as well see if he'd made sure to eat yet. Maybe she could get the kid a few minutes off his feet and to himself.
Name/Alias: Whippoorwill
Contact: PM
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--CHARACTER INFO--
Name: Cassandra "Butch" Cassidy
IC Speech/Thought Text Color: Emerald (#41be78)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Faction: Autobot-aligned as of Episode 3.5
Occupation: Janitor/cleaner at Jasper Hospital; part-time crime scene and biohazard cleanup specialist
Appearance: Cassandra is a lean and square woman with a masculine, muscular build. Her height is average at five feet and four inches tall. Her hair is stringy, wavy and strawberry blonde, prone to sun-bleaching and often in a bun at work. She has freckles all over her body from being outside, her skin not light enough to burn fast. Her face has a tired, sunken appearance from too many late nights, with dark bags under her gray-blue eyes. She bears many light nicks and scars over her body, but the top of her left hand is splotched and discolored with scar tissue. The majority of this is centered around her knuckles, with a two-pronged pink mark extending down her hand. There is another little nick at the bottom of this scar, and her left fingers are slightly uneven.
Cassandra most often wears a white tank top and jeans or green cargo pants. When at work, she's either in janitorial scrubs or her crime scene cleanup uniform. She doesn't have a car, so she sometimes has a weather-beaten or dusty look from traveling on foot. The smell of tobacco hangs off of Cassandra, and she often has cigarettes on hand. Wherever she goes, she's most often seen with a plain canvas duffel-bag and a silver chain around her neck. Attached to this chain is a set of US military dog tags with the name "Robert L. Cassidy".
Reference Images: [Regular Attire], [Regular Attire With Hair Up], [Secret Santa GIF]
Pertinent History: A dual Canadian-American citizen born in the Yukon wilds, Cassandra grew up in the bush to a young couple. Robert and Jane Cassidy were on rough terms with both their families, Jane pregnant at only 16. To try and show that they didn't need anyone's help (or judgments), the Cassidy family retreated to a log cabin. Once owned by Jane's grandfather, it was Cassandra's world up until the age of 13 and her parents divorcing. Cassandra went with her mother to British Columbia, her father leaving for Alaska.
Cassandra had on-and-off contact with her father for several years. Though she and her mother got along, she took after her father's adventurous and brash spirit in her youth. Cassandra was always exploring places that were off-limits, sneaking out at night to drink and smoke. Introduced to parkour through television and her friends at 15, she dove into the art with a passion. Soon Cassandra was involved in a series of vandalism incidents and urbex-driven B&Es. She ended up in the county jail a few times, and became known as a local nuisance. Her mother kicked her out at 19 for her bad behavior, fed up with Cassandra's immaturity and partying.
Deciding she wanted to see the world but not interested in going to college, Cassandra took off on the next bus out. She stopped at random towns, settling at one or the other for a few years and taking cleaning jobs. Cassandra drank, hunted, made a few friends, and never stopped enjoying the outside. A few times she went into abandoned buildings to goof around, smoke, and practice parkour. She had brushes with the law several times more - even ending up in jail for a year or two - but settled down around 24. Feeling she was getting too old for such antics, wanting to be a responsible adult, she found a large town to live in. There she picked up a job at the local hospital, working with the janitorial staff and building up her funds. She also toyed with the idea of reconnecting with her father, seeking out family to see where he'd gone.
After searching for a couple of years and contact with her relatives, Cassandra found him. The divorce was a low point for her father, and he'd joined the US Army to get a new start in life. According to the distant aunt that told Cassandra this, he'd transferred to a base not far from Jasper, NV. She tried his e-mail given to her by the relative to get his attention, but there was no response. Frustrated, Cassandra left Canada and headed south, wanting to confront Robert in Jasper. When she arrived, Cassandra asked around for where he lived, hoping to get a lead.
To Cassandra's shock and horror, she learned Robert was dead. "Killed in a training accident," a colleague of his said. What wasn't said was that Robert was a member of NEST, killed by MECH's footmen during a mission to help the Autobots. He'd been working up the courage to contact his daughter before he died. Cassandra learned she was still loved, and he hoped she'd forgive him for going out of touch. The colleague, being a good friend of Robert's, gave her his dog tags to remember him by. Cassandra still has them to this day, and has settled in Jasper in an attempt to find closure. Using her prior experience as a janitor, she's found another cleaning job at the local hospital. Cassandra also gets a ride to Las Vegas for crime scene and biohazard cleanup.
Personality: Cassandra is stoic, quiet and introverted. She often has a plain expression, her smiles and laughs lazy and tired. One gets the impression she conserves energy by hanging back and staying cool. Though she enjoys socializing with others, she just as often goes alone to enjoy some peace and quiet. Careful and focused, she is deliberate and thoughtful before acting. She listens more than she talks. Her anger and sadness hides behind a sometimes-harsh, stony expression - but her fury is as cold as winter ice. It can be hard to tell if you're her friend, but if you are, she'll show it by offering a cigarette or getting you food.
The only sore spot with Cassandra that's guaranteed to get a reaction is in regards to her family. She won't punch you the first time you insult her mother, father or kin, but it's best not to push her. The same goes for any close friends Cassandra might make, rare as they are. If she ever learned about the truth of her father's death, it might send her over the edge. One can only speculate what might happen when someone wakes that sleeping dragon of hers.
Likes: The outdoors. Parkour. Hiking. Camping. Urban exploration. Wildlife observation. Reading and poetry. The history of North America, pre-contact and post-colonial. Her cigarettes. A well-made set of lemon meringue bars.
Dislikes: Obnoxious drunks. Walking in dust-storms. People who insult her family and any close friends. Unnecessary confrontation. Littering. Too much noise or time with too many people around. Racists and other bigots. Single-use plastics.
Weapons: Cassandra is familiar with bows and hunting rifles. She has limited experience with a sidearm, and keeps a switchblade tucked into one boot. She knows enough about fighting to kick and punch, but often solves her problems with stealth, evasion, and avoiding fights. At worst, there's nothing stopping Cassandra from grabbing a rock to throw.
Strengths:
- Athletic: Cassandra is fit and hasn't given up on parkour or hiking. She can run fast, jump far and vault over obstacles with ease. She also can squeeze into a tight space if the situation calls for it, even it's uncomfortable. She also has knowledge of several advanced parkour moves, such as wall-running.
- First Aid: Cassandra can provide basic first aid to humans if needed.
- Good Reflexes: Years of ducking, diving, and making sure to stick to ledges has given Cassandra good reflexes and balance. She's quick to move out of the way or bring her arms to block. If someone's coming or trying to get a light on her, count on Cassandra to get to a hiding spot pronto.
- Outdoorsman: Cassandra knows how to survive outdoors for an extended period of time. She was taught bushcraft by her father and mother as a young child, and camped and hiked with her family in BC. If she wanted to, she could disappear into the wilderness for a while with ease. She understands wild animal behavior, can build a fire, and knows how to hunt and salvage items. She also can craft crude arrows and spears if necessary.
- Small Repairs: Though by no means a tinkerer, Cassandra can do small repairs like fixing a pipe or changing someone's oil.
- Stealth: Cassandra knows how to use the shadows to her advantage. She quiets her footsteps and breathing to stay hidden, and can use terrain like long grass to keep a low profile. When startled, she usually blinks and snorts instead of making a loud noise.
- Tolerance For Biology: All those years working cleaning jobs means that little shakes Cassandra anymore. Blood, waste material, vomit - she's seen it all in her line of work. Though she'd have concern for the injured or ill, she wouldn't lose her composure or mind cleaning up after them.
Weaknesses:
- Protective Instincts: Cassandra has a knee-jerk reaction to kids being in danger. She could be walking on the sidewalk and would run into the middle of traffic if she saw a kid in its way. Rationality seems to abandon her when endangered children are involved.
- Jail Record: A younger Cassandra was involved in various petty crimes such as vandalism, breaking and entering, and trespassing. She did a few stints in jail for misdemeanors - short sentences, only a couple of years' worth - before she finally reformed. She's in the police database and is identifiable with a criminal check. Some of society might stigmatize her for her past, and depending on the laws of the state she's in, she may not be allowed to have a gun. The switchblade she keeps in one boot isn't one she should be carrying, either.
- Nicotine Habit: Cassandra is a frequent smoker. Though she's avoided cancer so far, a persistent cough plagues her. She spits up tarry phlegm when physically-taxed, such as too long a hike without a break or rest-stop. She also finds it hard to hold her breath, especially when stressed.
- Old Injuries: Cassandra's left hand was broken in a parkour accident, and she has issues with its nerves and muscles. They are stiff and sometimes give her pain, and she finds it hard to do fine motor control with that hand. Cassandra favors it, and finds it a bit gnarled and unsightly to look at, often keeping it in a pocket or bag on hand. That hand was also her dominant hand, and she's had to learn how to write and do other fine tasks with her right hand. Needless to say, Cassandra's handwriting isn't the best, among other things.
- Repressed Emotions: Cassandra is hesitant to show upset or anger in front of people. The combination of her gory work and the loss of her father has driven her to adopt stoicism as a coping mechanism. To her, this means ends up bottling up strong feelings until they manifest as stress tics. These include insomnia, inappetence, general exhaustion, heavier cigarette usage, and irritable outbursts. Poor hygiene also becomes an issue, which makes her more susceptible to diseases and infections from work.
- Smell of Death: Cassandra has a peculiar odor about her that she can't seem to shake. It's not strong, but it's still noticeable enough that people comment and move away from her. It's the smell of bleach and chemical cleaners and cigarette smoke, with a faint undertone of old meat or copper. She sometimes tries to cover it up with strong deodorants or perfumes, becoming floral-scented to an obnoxious degree. There are times when the two scents blend, making her smell like a fake garden that had an animal removed from it.
- Strained Immune System: Though Cassandra is healthy, she often exposes herself to biological hazards. Between her smoking, her occasional shutdowns and a hard job, nasty bugs often find her. When she does she get sick, she'll often try to shrug it off and keep working, which only makes her sicker. When Cassandra finally goes down, it can take more than a week to resolve itself and leaves her weakened.
Extra Info: Cassandra has a Bible she keeps with her to read on Sundays. She's a bookworm in general, and knows various bits of trivia about the natural world.
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--SAMPLE RP--
KO Burger was quiet that evening. It was a Wednesday and the dinner rush was over, but usually there'd be a kid or two in the corner with their friends. Something might've been going down at the races, or there was a party out in the desert or at someone's house. This wasn't a bad thing for Butch Cassidy - the hum of florescent lights and the ding of the pizza timer were welcome companions. Work had been long, dirty and tough, Cassidy coming out of the end of a three-day cleanup job at a hoarder's house.
Checking to make sure her body spray was holding up - a quick sniff under one arm did the trick - Cassidy strolled in with cash in hand. The fryer hissed in the back as fresh fries were emptied into the oil. A grill sizzled as someone flipped a patty and pressed it to the hot surface. Cassidy's stomach growled as she made her way to the counter, finding it empty as figures milled in the back. Must be an order on the way, she thought, putting twenty dollars on the slick white surface in front of her.
There was a small ringer to her right, the same kind found at hotel desks. Cassidy dinged it once, leaning to the side to try and see into the back. She was pretty sure June's son wasn't in that night, but it didn't hurt to check. Cassidy made it a point to check on Jack every now and then, just in case he needed something. She and June weren't close, but this was a small town and everyone knew each other well enough. The least she could do was make sure he wasn't out racing, or that he wasn't being hassled by someone from school.
As an afterthought, Cassidy put down another five on the corner. If Jack was in, she might as well see if he'd made sure to eat yet. Maybe she could get the kid a few minutes off his feet and to himself.