Meet Cass!
Occupation: Strange Weapons Procurement / Smuggling / Trafficking
Age and Gender : Female / Early 30's Place of Origin: West Virginia / Appalachia Build : short. moderate build on a petite frame Personality: hard worker, determined, resourceful, practical, always tired
Formally a moonshine runner & stranding victim of the Bermuda Triangle, Cass comes from the school of hard knocks (and hard crashes) and specializes in tracking down & trafficking strange weapons from strange places. Like most folks employed by Mann Co, she’s extremely capable at what she does but regarded as a bit touched & completely unfit for polite society. A natural (but resigned) weirdness magnet, she will often talk about her outlandish time in the triangle & other bizarre encounters quite casually leaving a lot of the mercenaries to question whether she lost oxygen on a delivery flight at some point.
As far as personality, she’s a tough old bird - hard worker & smoker but equally at home bs'ing with people she enjoys. A skill no doubt credited to a colorful life navigating the trailer parks & prison system of West Virginia. As a career criminal, she’s wanted by most divisions of state & federal government & is not shy about her confrontations with most authorities or just telling things straight as they are although she’s still a considerate enough lady and exercises sincerity (or restraint) as she’s able to. Overall she’s bizarrely down to earth for someone who makes the kinds of crazy claims she does. Predictably, this makes it extremely hard at times for anyone to really discern fact from fiction but so long as there's a supply of semi sentient weapons & other illicit goods on the table why ask too many questions..
Overall, She tends to sleep whenever it’s convenient and always has to be reminded where she is & what year she’s in upon waking. She has severe attachment issues to her plane so far as to refer to it by name (GARI). She does this so often people naturally assume she’s married until they all come to the far more unsettling truth. She considers her plane her home & often sleeps in a hammock in the cargo bay when she’s not at the rundown hangar in Teufort. She also sees her plane as her only means of escape in life and more personally, the only thing she truly feels skilled at, (and probably the only thing that keeps the bounty on her head at bay). Having been regarded most of her life as everything from an ignorant hillbilly to a crackpot weirdo to a dysfunctional deplorable, she’s unfortunately grown accustomed to life outside of normalcy and as a result, has no love for society & the narrow view it holds towards people like her. Not exactly what she expected out of life but it is what it is & she usually does her best to just accept it, for better or for worse. The way she see's it she would rather stand in the light for the f*ck up she is than spend her life pretending to be someone she's not. Despite the way she can seem to roll with things, however, some days are certainly harder than others and under the surface she can & does wrestle with feelings of guilt, inadequacy & being directionless (unsurprising for someone with a spinning compass). Refusing to allow herself to be controlled by this, she largely compensates for it through incredible dedication to her job, loyalty to the circle of those she cares for & not giving a f*ck about much else. When she’s not hustlin’ hard she spends her time sleeping, playing harmonica, or enjoying a good illicit smoke with the team.
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