Most beautiful lady of Cassandra
Waves and waves of raven locks, like a swelling sea of black. Eyes of brilliant blue, crystal in the clear day sun. Her skin was fair, but not too pale. Her lips were full and the color of a rose in bloom. Her curves were luscious, her swagger confident and inviting. Her smile implied she would be interested in getting closer… if only you can catch her first.
Why Am I Cassandra?
Why am I bad? What does that mean, really? Am I bad because I kill for a living? I only kill people when I have to. Sure, I seek out violent jobs, but that's what I'm good at! My Pa wanted me to be strong. He saw the potential in me to be a fighter, and he beat me bloody until I knew all the ways I can hurt a person. Because of his teachings, I'm still alive. Some of the other people around town might say he was a cruel pa and I turned out bad because of it. Hell take those fools! Most of we street rats wound up where we are because the world took things from us. The people who have stuff and want more are always ready to swoop in and steal from us. So why not turn things around on them?
Pa hated the Eastern Kingdom because there was no place to build a stable life. But here's no better. It's kill or be killed for us in the gutters. And the people at the top? They live in luxury thanks to our suffering. Who says that those people are good and we're the bad ones? The gods? Well, if the gods themselves are against us, then we'll just have to show them what we're really made of.
I'm bad because it takes a bad girl to survive in a bad world. I'm not letting anything keep me down. Not some rich idiots, judgmental fools, nor even wrathful gods!