Post by Cassie Reed on May 25, 2015 2:20:16 GMT -5
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SECTION II - PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
SECTION III - Psychological Evaluation
PERSONALITY: Think of yourself, your friends, and the random person closest to you - what would you call yourself? Them? Weird? Zany? Is it too much of a stretch to say normal? Assuming random person is not in fact some mass murderer or assassin gone wild? Yeah, you'd probably call them pretty normal, then. And that's what you'd call Cassie too. Normal. Borderline boring. Incredibly ordinary and not particularly talented when you get right down to it, at least not when it comes to how to shoot a gun, how to stab someone in the throat, how to stitch up a massive gaping wound or survive on whiskey alone. That isn't to say she doesn't have some talents, of course. Her fashion sense is pretty on point, she can dance reasonably well, and she was quite adept at catching her mom's labrador in order to give him a bath. She can also cook a mean batch of ramen noodles. Cass' sense of humor is perhaps the quality that she finds most enjoyable about herself. It varies from sarcastic and blunt to cheerfully naughty in the bat of an eye, and she's generally quick with a laugh and a smile (that is, of course, when she's not dealing with a knife wielding maniac or a very hungry hyena). There are things, of course, that she absolutely cannot tolerate - sexism, bigotry and hypocrisy top her list, and while she's a bit shy to publically voice her opinions outside of writing about them, if you push her hard enough in these areas, she will crack, and it will be like lighting a firecracker inside a wooden shed. That said, Cass is something of an introvert; while she's happy to hang out with a small group of friends, she often finds the peace and solitude of her home as something that is necessary at the end of the day - a place to recharge after a long day of gossip and hanging out and gawking over "that really cute guy or girl from the new movie in that one fandom". A place where she can then spend her time online doing much the same thing without needing to see people. There's a difference, you know.Of course, being in the dome has put a damper on that whole 'retreating to your online blogging shenanigans' thing. Large groups of people are off-putting to her and cause some level of anxiety - the tightening in the chest, the worries of judgement, the uncertainty of what people might be saying behind her back. It's all too much to handle and so she has never really fancied joining a ring, preferring to put trust only in herself. Which, to be honest, also causes her some skepticism because she's not very good at adapting to extreme situations such as this. Indeed, she spent many of her initial days crying about it because seriously, she didn't even have any toilet paper! To those that she is friends with, she'll be as loyal as she can be. Dome-wise, friendship has been garnered for more selfish reasons such as obtaining food and new skillsets, but her friendly demeanor is enough to put this out of the minds of most people. Totally not manipulative or anything. Just kidding, it really is, and it's something that she's uncomfortably aware of but justifies that it's necessary for her own survival (because if she didn't get some help from others she'd probably still be trying to eat those funky mushrooms that were growing on that log out of sheer desperate hunger). As far as romance goes, she's all for it if it feels right, and her cute looks tend to earn her some attention until people realize just how awkward her social-flirting-skills are. While interested in long-term relationships, she's certainly not above short-term, one night stand sort of deals either if she feels she can trust the person. She's had a few minor relationships during her high school years, but nothing super serious and significant. Just typical teenage stuff as well as SECTION IV - SUBJECT BACKGROUND
SUBJECT HISTORY: I suppose you could say that the majority of Cassie’s life was relatively boring, if you were measuring it against some of the other inhabitants of the dome. I’ll spare you the extensive details and try to cut to the chase as best I can. She was born without incident to a mother and father whose relationship was ‘on the rocks’, as one might say. When she was three years old they separated, and then divorced, although they remained on friendly terms. Adam had visitation rights for her every second weekend, and her mother Lucy had custody over her the rest of the time. Both her parents remained in Calgary, having fallen in love with the prairie and mountain landscape since the day they had moved there, so the shuffling back and forth was only a minor inconvenience and was only about half an hour’s drive. Besides, spending time at her dad’s meant that she also got to spend time with the horses he owned; her favorite was a red dun pony named Atlas, and he was the first horse she ever learned how to ride on. Cassie had no siblings, so her childhood days were often spent doing typical kid-things; drawing, catching butterflies outside, engaging neighbourhood kids in watergun fights back at her mother’s home, playing with the family pets. When she was older she was enrolled in a local public school and made friends here and there, although she was a shy child and often preferred to concentrate on her work than socialize. The same could be said for highschool, although she did manage to break out of her shell a bit more, garnering a handful of close friends who helped her develop a sense of fashion style and an eye for spotting a cute butt a mile away, as well as a love for various comic books, video games, movies and shows. She also began to take more of an interest in some of the school’s clubs and programs, and in her third year of high school joined an after school journalism committee. This fostered in her a love for reporting and sealed the deal for what she wanted to do in college – major in journalism. She helped out with the school newsletters, and also wrote pieces on events happening around her community and, eventually, the world. It was exhausting, truly, and often at the end of a long school day, after homework was completed and shoved off to the side, she’d relax and hang out on the internet with her friends (some of whom she’d met online), blogging and sharing a variety of different things on a popular social media website. Most of it involved fandom related stuff, if I’m being perfectly honest, but what’s a girl to do when that movie was ‘OHMYGOSH SO AMAZING I CAN’T EVEN’? That said, she was pretty popular online and her blog had a large group of followers. Go figure. Cassie knew she was a shifter. Her mom had told her as such, and she’d accepted it as if it were a normal thing. There were no awkward moments or big reveals about it, although the fact that she was a chinchilla of all things was a bit of a letdown considering her mom’s shift was a friggen wolverine. At least it was cute, her mom assured her. Better that than some giant spider. Both of them shuddered at the thought. They’d later learn that Cassie’s dad was to blame for the cuteness factor, him being a carrier of that shift. The thing they hadn’t quite expected were the persecutions of shifters. It started small and grew like a wildfire. All over the news it spread, year after year, and there was always buzz about it at school when another person was publically arrested or convicted of being a shifter. The students at her school seemed torn on the issue, ranging from ‘they were monsters who deserved to be locked away, so that they wouldn’t hurt anyone’ to ‘they’re just like us, only a bit different, what’s wrong with different? It’s like any other minority group, this is wrong, it’s injustice.’ Cassie, of course, sided with the latter, and as it struck nerve after nerve, hitting closer to home than most people knew, she finally decided to try and do something to reach a wider group of people who surely felt the same. In her senior year she created a sideblog and wrote publically about the events that were unfolding, pointing out the injustices, ripping into the media for stirring up what could only be akin to witchhunts, and blasting the government for its questionable procedures and unlawful arrests. Described the conditions of the dome through people who had been there to see what it was like, who’d actually peered through the glass. Social media is a wildfire all on its own, and her aggressive stance garnered a lot of attention – this blog gained popularity too, and seemed to help rouse some of the youth around her age into noticing how corrupt their government actually was. It was a good step in the right direction. Unfortunately, it also managed to attract the attention of less favorable people as well. She was sitting at home, minding her own business. Her mom was out, and it was getting later, around 9:40pm to be exact. Cass had a large (mostly now empty) bowl of popcorn in her lap, her phone on one knee, and the television lighting up the dark room as she watched the season finale of her favorite show. Ding. -- Kyla 6045532919 Fri, 04/20/-- • OMG ARE YOU SEEING THIS RIGHT NOW CASS? 9:41 PM • ARE YOU ACTUALLY SEEING THIS? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT OHMYGGOFOD 9:41 PM • THERE’S ONLY TWENTY MINUTES LEFT HOW ARE THEY GOING TO END IT LIKE THIS. i think I need a life alert becAUSE I’M DYING RIGHT NOW. 9:43 PM -- DING. -- Kyla 6045532919 Fri, 04/20/-- • CASS SEND HELP THIS IS NOT OKAY ASFJSDLJA 9:45 PM • NO IK KYLA I’M NOT OKAY WITH THIS EITHER. Wait. ….what the hell was that? 9:45 • What? 9:46 • Ky SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR WHAT DO I DO OMG THEY NEED TO GO AWAY I WANT TO FINISH THIS EP. Why would someone be at my door at night omg I’m scared 9:46 • Omg do u think it’s a burglar? TELL THEM TO GET LOST. Wait no don’t do that what if they really are creeps like srsly maybe just try and check without letting them see? 9:47 • It’s too dark to see and I don’t want to move uGH 9:47 • This is super ANNOYING THEY JUST KNOCKED AGAIN AHHH. Go awaYYY 9:48 • At least have your phone out just in case dude….oHMYGOD did you SEE THAT. DID YOU. I KNEW IT WAS JOHN I KNEW IT THAT BASTARD DID IT 9:49 • Cass? 9:50 • Cass are you there?? Omg are you okay do I need to call the police? 9:51 • Cass please answer me you’re actually scaring me rn 9:55 • SCREW IT I’M CALLING THE COPS CASSIE DAMMIT. 9:59 The long and short of what happened was this: The next time they knocked, it was to break down the door, and when they did get inside, they informed Cassie that she was under arrest. The popcorn bowl lay on the ground, having been flung in surprise when they broke in. For what? Because tests revealed that she was a shapeshifter and that they had a warrant for her arrest. And then she did the only logical thing she could do. She shifted, and scurried underneath the couch. Cursing and swearing they went about trying to reach her, and then after tried upturning the admittedly very heavy couch. She did manage to successfully catch the last ten minutes of her show, during which she shared similar feelings of how John was a bastard, and sorrow over the murder of her favorite character Glen. It was always her favorites, always. When they finally did pull her out, with much flailing and attempted fleeing, they simply dropped her in a tiny rodent cage and that was that. They dropped her in the dome several weeks later, still in her pajamas, and left her to her own devices. She quickly realized how horrible this place truly was. There was no internet, everyone smelled funny, and the majority of those she did meet tried to eat her. Cue her holing up and crying, hosting a pity party for herself for several days before her stomach forced her to go hunt for some real food. She never made any attempts to join a ring, preferring to trust her own instincts, lacking though they were. SECTION V - OOC INFORMATION
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