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Cassandra the Brawler

My name is Cassandra. Pa picked the name out for me before I was ever born. Ma said it was the name of someone special to Pa from way back. A woman who saved his life in battle; that's all I know about it. I'm almost 18 in my pa's years and 16 in my ma's. Yes, I am of eastern blood. I keep to my Pa's traditions. I fight to live, and I earn what I take. But Pa wanted better for me than a life in the East. He met Ma in his travels, and I came about not long after. Now they're both gone, and I'm all alone.

Ma tried to teach me to be smart and wise, but all I've ever understood was how to use my fists. When I see something wrong happening to my friends, I don't just sit around and think about it. I ACT. I'm a Brawler. Don't get in my way if you know what's good for you.

I stand at five feet and ten inches tall. My body is well toned with hard muscle and tattooed in the manner of the East. My reddish-brown hair and dark brown eyes I got from Ma. My skin is tan, and usually bruised or cut up from fights. People say my complexion makes me look like an overgrown goblin. I can't help the warts nor the blemishes nor the gaps in my teeth, but I can make people shut up about my looks when I give them a taste of my fists.

I'm a fighter at heart. If it weren't for all the annoying drills and getting up early every morning, I'd have been right at home with Pa's soldier friends. Someday, I will make a name for myself. I know a thing or two about working with my hands, so I'll start by finding a labor job in the Town. Or maybe I'll join up with a mercenary band or gang. Guess it depends on who pays more. I work better on my own. Fewer people to look out for just makes it easier to get by. But my Ma had a goal in mind for me, and I'm not going to let her down now.

One day, I'm going to rule this place. I'll make this world respect me. They'll see that I'm the roughest, toughest, and grittiest bitch out there. No one will ever push me around. Not for being ugly or for being an Easterner, and definitely not for being an easy mark!

Brawler Cassandra

A Sentimental Value: Short Sword

When my home burned, I was only able to save the short sword I kept next to my bed. It's a hard thing to carry around. Not because it's heavy or cumbersome, but because of how I earned it.

Pa came home only once in a while when I was young. One day, he came home with a prisoner. He was an escaped slave whom Pa had sheltered from the hunters. At least he had, until the slave had attempted to kill Pa in his sleep and steal from him. When he brought the man home, both of them were covered in scars and bruises from their scuffle. The man was bound and gagged, draped over Pa's horse like a bundle of kindling.

The slave had few possessions. A hat and garments he'd stolen. A lump of moldy bread. A moth-eaten blanket to ward off the cold. And of course, the sword.

Pa took the two of us into the woods, ignoring Ma's concern. We had a little pigpen out back of the house. He tossed both of us in the sty, which was slick with mud and slop for the pigs. It had rained recently, so every step took effort. Pa told us that only one person could leave the sty alive. Then he tossed in the sword.

He was the first man I had ever killed. He won't be the last.

Cassandra the Brawler Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

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During my first bodyguarding gig, I got into a bad scrape with my employer's rival gang. I wound up taking a knife wound in the neck, which put me up in the sickhouse for a while.

The morning after I arrived, a nurse came to change my bandages and help me slurp down my morning porridge. Something about her seemed strangely familiar, but I never would have guessed what she said next. She told me her name was Clara, and that she and I had the same pa. Her Eastern features suddenly made sense. But my pa? Having another kid? He'd never be disloyal to Ma!

I told 'Clara' as much, and she laughed in my face. Apparently -- according to her -- Pa had more lovers than he knew what to do with. Few of them had borne children, and those that had were each expected to accomplish some task for him. Clara said that her job was to watch over me and help me become the Ruler of Kings. She didn't seem too excited about that notion, but then again, neither was I. She told me that she could heal my wounds and instruct me in the art of ruling when the time came.

I don't know if I believe what this Clara told me. Pa having a harem all around the world? Training his kids for various tasks? The hell is all that about? Pa came west to get away from the madness and blood feuds of the Eastern Kingdom, not for any of that nonsense!

But hey, having a friendly healer can't hurt, can it?

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