Post by Cassandra Nida on Aug 4, 2009 15:11:15 GMT -6
Cassandra Swan Nida
vitals
nick names = Cass
gender = female
age = 19
race = human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = mechnical skills, electronics
preferred profession = mechanic
starting location = Terra[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = Long brown hair
eyes = Brown eyes
distinguishing features = Faint surgical scars all over her body.[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = water, the outdoors, luddites
strengths = pain-tolerance, curious, determined
weaknesses = pigheaded, self-destructive, closed-off
describe full personality = Cassandra is a quiet girl and tends to keep to herself. If you can get her talking about stuff she's interested in, she'll go on and on for hours about them. Anything else and she'll retreat inside herself and get out of the conversation as soon as possible. Cass doesn't take 'no' for an answer and will get her way in the end, even if she has to do something stupid or dangerous. She doesn't mind hard work, but only if she's interested in it. Under the guarded exterior, there's a sweet and friendly person waiting to be found, but few ever see it. [/size][/ul]
so the story begins...
Cassandra was the only child of Micheal Nida, owner of Cybernetic Prosthetic Replacement Incorporated. Lydia Nida died in birth, and a devastated Michael turned to Cassandra, giving the girl everything her heart desired. Cass' every whim was met, and the word 'no' was never heard. Anything the girl wanted, she got. Despite this, she grew up to be a very sweet person, and highly inquisitive. Very early on, her father introduced her to his work, the art of building near-perfect prosthetics. Cass was fascinated by the prosthetics and demanded to know everything about them. Michael taught her everything he knew.
When she hit puberty, a change came over her. She began to obsess over her body, occasionally asking her father if there was ever anyone who had replaced a perfectly healthy limb simply because they could. Micheal was disturbed by her questions and did his best to avoid discussing it with her. Cass grew steadily more depressed, and when Micheal asked her what would make her happy, she admitted that what she wanted most was to have her arm removed and replaced. He was horrified at his daughter's request. Cass had her access to his lab revoked and her books taken from her. She cried and screamed and begged for him to give them back, but Micheal said he wouldn't until she stopped obsessing over the false limbs.
Two days later, Cassandra threw herself from her window. Her fall was broken by a garden planted three stories down. The fall broke her leg and hips. When asked why she'd tried to kill herself, she refused to talk about it. As soon as she was healed, Cassandra tried it again, this time stopped at the last moment by a maid. Micheal finally gave in, knowing she would never be happy until she got what she wanted. Her right arm was replaced a few weeks later by a surgeon paid under the table. Cassandra was ecstatic, and though Micheal waited for her to regret what she'd had him do, she never did. For six months, she experimented and tinkered with the limb, and then she came to him and asked to have her left leg replaced. Afraid she would succeed in killing herself if he refused, Micheal repeated the surgery. The next years of her life were spent slowly removing the rest of her limbs, and then moving on to her torso, installing metal beneath the skin to encircle her ribs and insides. Her father's vast fortunes were eaten up by the prosthetics and surgeries and bribes, but neither of them cared. They strengthen and improved upon her limbs, making Cassandra stronger and faster than any human alive.
But their carefully guarded secret came to a sudden and swift end when rumours of Cassandra's surgeries were heard by the wrong people. The local Terran authorities were brought in to investigate, and Cassandra was forced to flee or risk being sent to a psychiatric hospital, where her limbs would be taken from her. Her father was jailed, all of his assets seized and frozen, and Cassandra was left alone with a bag full of notebooks and spare parts. Her only choice is to get off the planet, or risk losing everything.
role play example =
None of it felt real. Her entire life had been spent in a house at the Top, and her world had consisted of nothing but herself and her father, and the servents who filled the house. She knew about the outside world, she knew about all the planets, but they had all seemed like wonderful fairy tales. The only things that felt real were herself and her limbs. Leaving home didn't feel real. It felt like a bedtime story, one involving her instead of Donkeyskin or the Goat Girl.
She'd climbed down the great glass buildings when they police came for her father, carrying a bag on her back filled with anything she could salvage from her room. Even that had seemed like it belonged in a story: the princess climbing down her ivory tower as her father's castle was laid seige to, carrying a dress the colour of sun and three golden apples in a bag. Cass made-believe this was true for a while. She kept her head low and her hood up, heading away from the towers and deeper into the heart of the city, losing herself in strange crowds until she finally got hungry and her head ached.
Cass bought a sandwich from a vendor and ate it, sitting on the lip of a fountain. It wasn't like anything the cook had ever made, too sweet and kinda leaky, but she enjoyed it all the same. Part of the adventure was eating new things. But then she looked across the way and spotted her father's face on a pair of viewscreens mounted on a wall. She almost burst into tears at how sad he looked in his mugshot photos. But when her own face came up, she pulled her hood tighter and got back onto her feet, heading away from them. It wasn't a fairytale. There would be no prince to rescue her.
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the real you
age = 24
how did you find us? = Sarah linked me
any last words? = gold star for robot girl[/size][/ul][/font]
