DC Universe: Year Zero App
Name: Bev
e-mail: sonofarize@gmail.com
AIM: SilvrBevvy
History (what makes your version of this character different than the regular version?):
Cassandra Cain will still be the daughter of two premier assassins. She was raised by her father to be the ultimate assassin. She cannot currently speak nor read. She will have trouble learning to read later on as she is dyslexic. She does not know who her mother is nor the fact that people are supposed to have two parents. Sex ed was not a priority in the education her father gave her.
Cass killed her first and only person at the age of eight. Watching him die, she realized it was morally wrong. As soon as she could manage, she used her intensive lifetime of training to escape from her father. She's been on the run from him for nearly a decade. She has picked up enough street smarts to supplement her fighting skills in keeping her alive. To be able to live, she does stick to the shady side of the law, but her victims are criminals themselves.
What are your plans/goals for this character? How do you see them fitting in to the setting?
I plan for Cass to get taken under the wing of some hero. She'll want to help out as much as she can if someone will put a roof over her head and help hide her from her father. Also, I'd look for her to slowly work on learning to speak and read/write. The former coming easier than the latter.
Sample Post (a brief sample scene with the character):
The lack of a bumpy, noisy motion woke the Asian girl curled under a tarp. She cracked one eye open and took a sniff. It smelled of zucchini and gasoline. The veggie smell she knew came from the crates she was next to. She straightened as much as the tight space would allow her and shifted so she could sit up. Cassandra Cain's brown eyes peered over the rail of the truck bed. Her ride seemed to have stopped at a gas station.
She wasn't exactly sure where, but it was inside a city. That would be good enough. She grabbed the small bag holding the sum of her lifelong belongings and quickly clambered out of the truck. Cass stretched once her feet were solidly on ground again. She dusted off her ragged, black jeans and took off for a nearby alley. She disappeared around a corner before the truck driver had even known she was there.
Cass was hoping for a restaurant dumpster or a clean step to sleep on for the night. When she got into the alley, what she found was a pimp beating on his ho. Cassandra's eyes narrowed. She tossed her bag to the side before quietly striding up behind the pimp. She grabbed his wrist on the next upswing.
The pimp lashed out blindly. He had been too into beating his prostitute and Cass was too quiet for him to have noticed the third person in the alley. Cass easily dodged the blow as she let go of his wrist. While he had that second of being off-balance from missing, she threw a quick punch at his chin. It connected solidly and sent him staggering back. The ho was quickly forgotten as the pimp's rage was turned fully on Cassandra. All his bellowing fury did not phase the Asian girl.
Cass waved her fingers to bring him on. She could read his body language better than he could feel it. She ducked a hay-maker and jabbed her fingers into a pressure point just below the man's ribs. Cass impassively watched the man gasp for air and then double over. While he was busy trying not to black-out, she stepped around him and tried to help the prostitute to her feet.
The ho was having none of it. The beaten woman pulled away from Cass like she was scalding hot. She babbled something about thanks but no thanks for God dropping a tiny, Asian whirlwind in the alley, but the ho was getting out of there fast.
Cass watched the woman scramble from the alley. Then she shrugged and stepped around the wheezing pimp again. She went back to grab her belongings. As she hefted the bag and the pimp got enough breath back to cuss at her, Cass figured this place might be a good place to stay for awhile. A city big enough to get lost in and enough things to do to keep her busy.
e-mail: sonofarize@gmail.com
AIM: SilvrBevvy
History (what makes your version of this character different than the regular version?):
Cassandra Cain will still be the daughter of two premier assassins. She was raised by her father to be the ultimate assassin. She cannot currently speak nor read. She will have trouble learning to read later on as she is dyslexic. She does not know who her mother is nor the fact that people are supposed to have two parents. Sex ed was not a priority in the education her father gave her.
Cass killed her first and only person at the age of eight. Watching him die, she realized it was morally wrong. As soon as she could manage, she used her intensive lifetime of training to escape from her father. She's been on the run from him for nearly a decade. She has picked up enough street smarts to supplement her fighting skills in keeping her alive. To be able to live, she does stick to the shady side of the law, but her victims are criminals themselves.
What are your plans/goals for this character? How do you see them fitting in to the setting?
I plan for Cass to get taken under the wing of some hero. She'll want to help out as much as she can if someone will put a roof over her head and help hide her from her father. Also, I'd look for her to slowly work on learning to speak and read/write. The former coming easier than the latter.
Sample Post (a brief sample scene with the character):
The lack of a bumpy, noisy motion woke the Asian girl curled under a tarp. She cracked one eye open and took a sniff. It smelled of zucchini and gasoline. The veggie smell she knew came from the crates she was next to. She straightened as much as the tight space would allow her and shifted so she could sit up. Cassandra Cain's brown eyes peered over the rail of the truck bed. Her ride seemed to have stopped at a gas station.
She wasn't exactly sure where, but it was inside a city. That would be good enough. She grabbed the small bag holding the sum of her lifelong belongings and quickly clambered out of the truck. Cass stretched once her feet were solidly on ground again. She dusted off her ragged, black jeans and took off for a nearby alley. She disappeared around a corner before the truck driver had even known she was there.
Cass was hoping for a restaurant dumpster or a clean step to sleep on for the night. When she got into the alley, what she found was a pimp beating on his ho. Cassandra's eyes narrowed. She tossed her bag to the side before quietly striding up behind the pimp. She grabbed his wrist on the next upswing.
The pimp lashed out blindly. He had been too into beating his prostitute and Cass was too quiet for him to have noticed the third person in the alley. Cass easily dodged the blow as she let go of his wrist. While he had that second of being off-balance from missing, she threw a quick punch at his chin. It connected solidly and sent him staggering back. The ho was quickly forgotten as the pimp's rage was turned fully on Cassandra. All his bellowing fury did not phase the Asian girl.
Cass waved her fingers to bring him on. She could read his body language better than he could feel it. She ducked a hay-maker and jabbed her fingers into a pressure point just below the man's ribs. Cass impassively watched the man gasp for air and then double over. While he was busy trying not to black-out, she stepped around him and tried to help the prostitute to her feet.
The ho was having none of it. The beaten woman pulled away from Cass like she was scalding hot. She babbled something about thanks but no thanks for God dropping a tiny, Asian whirlwind in the alley, but the ho was getting out of there fast.
Cass watched the woman scramble from the alley. Then she shrugged and stepped around the wheezing pimp again. She went back to grab her belongings. As she hefted the bag and the pimp got enough breath back to cuss at her, Cass figured this place might be a good place to stay for awhile. A city big enough to get lost in and enough things to do to keep her busy.
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