Cassandra Meyers

[Cassandra Myers]

<Cassandra Meyers>

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Full Name- Mary Sue Stewart
Alias- Cassandra Meyers
Nicknames- Cass, Cass, Bitch, and some rather unflattering ones I won't bother to share including but not limited to Sue.
Gender- Female
Occupation- Zombie hunter/Mercenary
Age- 25 Years Old
Date of Birth- October 26th
Sexual Orientation- Bisexual
Location- The Bronx, New York
Faction- Civilian
Celebrity Claim- Eliza Dushku
What should we call you?- Sisseh!
Play anyone else?- Sarah Bryson and Madison Masters
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out.

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Personality-

Cassie is not an easy young woman to get to know, she is cold and bitter and chooses to keep everyone around her at a distance. Stubborn right down to the letter, Cass will stand her ground in any fight she finds herself in, whether she started it or not, it's not in her to back down from any sort of fight whether the odds are against her or not. Seemingly emotionless, Cassandra has learned to suppress her emotions to the point of being almost completely numb, since emotions were messy things that only got in the way of her work.

There is little that Cassie takes joy in, her job being one of the few. Everyone called her crazy when she took up becoming a mercenary and zombie hunter but she doesn't give a shit, Cass makes a living out of hunting and killing people or what once was people in some cases. There have been times she has worked with police to catch a criminal and other times she has killed innocent people because someone with a lot of money paid her to do it. She doesn't really mind either way, it wasn't about good and evil, right and wrong, it was about money in her pocket. It's about surviving. Her father had once told her to do what she loved best and that was the spilling of another's blood or decapitating something who bullets couldn't kill. Any thoughts on guilt and regret were often passed to the side, the faces of her past victims only touching on the surface of her mind when she slept, since that's when she was most vulnerable.

Cassandra isn't the easiest person to get angry because she doesn't let people find buttons in order to push them with her. But when she is angry, her temper flares and she usually resorts to violence to solve the problem. Her motto happens to be 'shoot first, shoot some more and when everyone's dead try and ask some questions.' Killing means never having to say you're sorry after all...

Due to the training Cassie has put herself through over the years, she has a high pain threshold and a knowledge of where the best spots are to strike on a body, since she's been used as a punching bag often enough. While Cassie doesn't trust anyone, she has a high respect for those who are strong in a physical and emotional way, cowards disgust her thoroughly.

Cool and confident in a fight, Cassie often takes the offensive aggressively. Arrogant, she often views a fight with her as the winner before it's even fought, underestimating her targets. She is reckless and headstrong, always believed she can handle a job even if the odds are piled against her. It's actually amazing she is still alive considering all she has gotten into in the past.

While Cassie is intelligent in terms of fighting and such, she can hardly be seen as a strategist of any kind. She moves on pure instinct and doesn't often think things through. She is a brute to say the least, incapable or perhaps uninterested in exploring deeper thoughts and the finer things in life. She holds allegiance to no one and would easily stab another in the back if she felt it would benefit herself. Being a perfectionist, Cassie is terribly hard on herself if she fails a task or some sort of training. Failure is never an option and she will push herself to the points of near death if it means she can master something.

Likes-

• Hunting
  
• Killing zombies
  
• Horror movies
  

Dislikes-

• Her real name
  
• People
  
• Cats
  

Strengths-

• Very good with different kinds of guns
  
• High pain tolerance
  
• Well trained mind and body
  

Weaknesses-

• Prone to overconfidence
  
• Impulsive
  
• Trust issues
  

Skills-

• Martial Artist - Not a master by any means but she is well trained in Judo, Karate, and Taijutsu
  
• Good survival skills
  
• Resilient
  

Flaws-

• Allergic to chocolate
  
• Pyrophobia – fear of fire
  
• Anemic
  

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Hair- She has long dark brown hair that is often pulled back in a ponytail or a messy bun to keep out of her face.
Eye Color- Brown
Race- Caucasian
Physique- Athletic
Height- 5'9
Weight- 140 lbs.

Birthplace- Gale, Pennsylvania
Mother- Darcy Elizabeth Stewart - 54 Years old
Father- Earl Lee Stewart - 50 Years old
Siblings- Darla Jane Stewart - 23 Years old
Mason Lee Stewart - 22 Years old
Other- None

History-
Mary Sue’s life didn’t really start off as anything special to say the least. She was born in a backwoods little town that wasn’t even important enough to make it on a map. Her mother Darcy was a nurse and her father was a hunter and taxidermist. Living in a podunk town like Gale was pretty much the most boring thing in the world for Mary Sue, who dreamt of something more than what she was getting. She was the first of three children that her parents would have, her younger sister Darla and her little brother Mason who she grew quite close to. If ever there were two different girls in the world, it would be Mary Sue and Darla. Darla was most definitely a girly girl, she enjoyed the attention of the boys and was very much interested in her appearance while Mary Sue couldn’t care less about either. Mary Sue loved hunting with her father and brother, though she never got into the whole stuffing shiz. Fun to watch but so not fun to do.

Mason often said that Mary Sue should have been born a boy considering how un-girl-like she happened to be. She loved getting dirty and for the first ten years of her life, she never even owned a dress. She enjoyed running with the boys and being a rough and tumble tomboy rather than some pampered princess who couldn’t have no fun cause she was too worried about breaking a nail like Darla was. Climbing trees, riding horses or cows and beating up any boys that made fun of her brother. Yeah, her life was dull but she enjoyed it for a while.

It was hard to say just how old she was when she began to watch zombie movies but needless to say, the moment she saw “Dawn Of The Dead” on the television, she was hooked. It wasn’t so much just general entertainment for her but rather a real possibility that it could happen. Why not? The dead returning to nom on the living, it was possible! Of course her parents laughed at her when she mentioned it so after a while, she learned not to mention it to them. At sixteen years old, she was shooting better than her brother could and absolutely loved hunting. She was called ‘dead-eye’ by her father cause of her impeccable aim. She lived for the hunt, the thrill of stalking her prey and watching it run before she brought it down with a shot from her gun. It was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life but as her snotty sister Darla pointed out, a professional hunter wasn’t exactly a real paying job. Her mother often tried to get her to get into medical school after she finished high school but that shit wasn’t for Mary Sue. Hell she could barely stay awake in class anyway so medical school was definitely not gonna accept her.

Her father told her to do what made her happy and so she decided to take him up on it. While her sister got a scholarship to go to Philadalphia for medical stuff and her techie genius brother was doing his own thing as well, Mary Sue decided to do what she loved. Mary Sue left home and decided to start a new life in a bigger city like New York since it help more opportunities. It wasn’t easy, becoming a young female mercenary, people didn’t take her seriously and being a mercenary wasn’t really a completely legal thing either. She was a bodyguard every so often though most of the people she ‘protected’ simply wanted a reason for her to be with them at all times, including when they were in their bedroom. Blech, Mary Sue or Cassandra, as she went by at that time, wasn’t a whore. She wanted to be the badass kind of person she saw in the movies that people feared just the sound of her name. Being a mercenary meant that she couldn’t allow her emotions to get the best of her, no remorse, no regrets. She couldn’t have either. She killed non-descriptly. She was neither good nor either. She just was.

Even through the years, Cassandra’s fascination with the undead and the possibility of it becoming real continued. She read books, some mere jokes and others as serious as she was. Zombies were actually possible and with each passing year, science became more and more advanced and kept pushing the boundaries of the human system. That being said, there was only so much it could take before something went wrong and what then? People wouldn’t know what to do if it happened but Cassandra would. She would be prepared for anything and everything. People thought she was crazy since she didn’t bother hiding her notions of the walking undead but they would see when it happened. There was no doubt in her mind.

So sure that it would happen, Cassandra decided to take some serious precautions in protecting herself and others as well. Cassie commissioned her younger brother Mason to help her in building a sort of sanctuary. He thought she was nuts of course, she knew that but Mason loved his older sister, screws loose and all. Considering the amount of detail and construction that had to be done without too many people knowing, Cassandra called in a few favors and while it took a lot of money that she had earned over the years, the Haven had been finished and it was a work of art to say the least. It had everyone one would need to survive a zombie invasion for at least a few months and had enough room for at least a hundred people to fit comfortably. There was a lot of technological things as well that Mason was in charge of and Cassandra wasn’t allowed to touch. Signs all over the place that read ‘DO NOT TOUCH…THAT MEANS YOU SUE!” So annoying considering Cassandra didn’t want anyone to know her real name…it was embarrassing. Especially since there really was a Mary Sue Stewart out there, well she went by Kristin Stewart but still!

Five years. It took five whole years for Cassandra to be proven right and while there was some sense of victory as she found out about the outbreak, it also meant that she’d actually have to be dealing with zombies. Oh well, she was prepared…mostly…

Anything else?- Cassandra has a safe haven within the city of New York that provides protection from the walking undead…and telemarketers.

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Sample RP-

She wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. What you ask. Oh nothing much, just a nice little 'I TOLD YOU SO!" to just about everyone that was within hearing range. Maybe she'd grab a megaphone somewhere and announce it if she got the chance, though no one would actually have time to stop and listen or they'd end up being a snack for a passing zombie. Not possible they had said. She was crazy they said. Well guess what fuckers, who was right and who was dead? Yeah...that's right! For once in her life, Cassandra Meyers had been right about the whole possibly of a zombie uprising. Not that she really wanted to be right about it, she didn't want innocent people to die but still, she might as well get her little victory dance in while she could.

"What the hell are you doing out there?" A sharp and somewhat irritated voice sounded in her ear and she yelped, pulling the ear piece out of her ear and rubbing it before begrudgingly putting it back in. She hated the stupid things but they were her best contact with her brother and since she wasn't much of a techie person, it was best not to touch the stuff. She was a brute and had a knack for breaking stuff rather easily without meaning to. "I'm scoping the area genius, ease off me." She grumbled in response. Ever since they had built Haven together, she was seeing how much of a recluse her brother really was. He rarely left Haven, not because he feared what Cassandra feared but rather because he enjoyed his solitude amongst his machines. It wasn't healthy but who was she to tell him what to do? He manned Haven and that was all she could ask for really.

"It's insanity on the televisions. From what I can tell though, it seems to be contained to New York City." Figures. Good ol New York New York. "Remind me to burn my 'I <3 New York' shirt when I get back, Mason." People who were infected and who weren't were trapped in the city, they had all been left to their demise cause the government just plain sucked. "Can I just send out one little 'I told ya so' please." Cassandra whimpered slightly but she was hung up on. "Rude..." She grumbled as she cocked her shotgun and started off to the streets. She was taking a risk, leaving Haven and venturing out but it was her task to get people who were trapped or in danger of being chewed on for a snack.

Time to go to work...