Post by Chance on Oct 9, 2017 13:20:47 GMT -5
Physical Appearance:
She is often seen with her bright red leather jacket. The number 7 is always visible somewhere on her apparel. Her hair is black with red highlights. Half Latina.
Full Name: Cassandra Windson
Alias: Chance (She goes by this)
Original Character
Alignment: Generally Neutral
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities: Superlucky, (she tends to make blind shots, enemy equipment malfunctions around her etc.), Acrobatic, Well-practiced with handguns and katanas (Not a master, just very skilled), No real tangible powers to speak of however
Weaknesses: Superstitious, (Black Cats, the number 13, etc. these things not only piss her off, they can sometimes actually impede or even completely negate her natural inborn luck), Hot-tempered
Personality: Chance is a classic "rebel without a cause". She hates authority and generally thinks herself above the law. She can often be found in some cheap bar picking fights with hulking mobsters or else taking all their money through gambling. She is constantly seeking that next adrenaline rush and so loves to put herself in dangerous situations such as breaking into a criminal warehouse to snatch the goods, or leaping off a skyscraper with nothing but a grappling hook just for the thrill of it. She has no qualms with killing criminals, though she does have a soft spot for the weak and defenseless and will come to their aid if she is nearby. While she generally appears to have sharp wits and a strong, confident composure, those who know her well know that she is ever so slightly unhinged and will sometimes take drastic steps unnecessarily.
Likes: Adrenaline, Gambling, Drinking
Dislikes: Those who take advantage of others, Cats, People that think they are "better" than her
History: Cassandra was born July seventh at seven. Her mother immediately went into complications and died six days later on a Friday. This was the start of the superstitious incidents surrounding her life. Her father, Bill Windson, was a wealthy professor at Metropolis University. He blamed Cassandra for her mothers death and eventually threw her out on the street when she was very young. She ended up joining a gang in Gotham where she learned combat. As she grew older though the leaders decided to instead use her for prostitution. When she learned of their plans, she instead lit fires to the leaders' homes, many of them trapped inside. She blew up their warehouses and ran back to Metropolis. There she confronted her father for abandoning her. They fought and a deck of cards was scattered during the struggle. As they fell, two Aces and two Eights landed by her fathers feet. Upon seeing this, her mind truly slipped for the first time. She shot her father between the eyes and ran away. Ever since she has drifted back and forth between Gotham and Metropolis doing as she sees fit.
Roleplay Example:
Chance lined up another shot and tossed it at the dartboard she grinned, "You're making this too easy Buck." The giant bruiser growled as he started to line up his shot.
"It was Chuck, bitch." Chance just shrugged and began casually flipping a coin as she stepped away. She took a deep breath as the ringing sound echoed in her mind. She focused her hearing on the upper balcony of the nightclub. She could hear the manager talking to someone.
"Did you bring her?" The manager asked.
"Yes of course. What did you need my daughter for?"
"Pretty isn't she? How old is she? Fifteen? Sixteen?" Chance heard the sound of a young woman thrown to the ground.
"Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!"
"You don't seem to understand the situation you're in. I've been more than generous with you. Two months you're behind! I need collateral."
"Please don't! I just need mo-"
"Hey!" Buck's voice pulled her out of her trance. "It's your turn already." Chance chuckled as she approached the dartboard. She took a quick glance around the room before immediately tossing the dart straight into Buck's eye. He began screaming and cursing. Within moments, the bouncer ran in gun drawn, he had a clear shot. Chance clicked her tongue and flipped her coin in the air in front of her. The bouncer fired and a sharp ringing sound pierced the air. Upon hitting the spinning coin, the bullet ricocheted into the breaker box cutting off the lights, the coin flew the opposite direction into Buck's throat, finally shutting him up. With the lights out all that could be heard were a few grunts as Chance snatched the bouncer's gun. Muzzle flares revealed split seconds of Chance shooting down thugs. The man and his daughter clung to each other screaming until the firing stopped. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he looked around and saw the guards lying in their blood. Behind the desk was the debt collector, Chance's remaining darts were all shoved into his mouth and pierced through the back of his neck. Chance herself had already left.
She is often seen with her bright red leather jacket. The number 7 is always visible somewhere on her apparel. Her hair is black with red highlights. Half Latina.
Full Name: Cassandra Windson
Alias: Chance (She goes by this)
Original Character
Alignment: Generally Neutral
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Powers/Abilities: Superlucky, (she tends to make blind shots, enemy equipment malfunctions around her etc.), Acrobatic, Well-practiced with handguns and katanas (Not a master, just very skilled), No real tangible powers to speak of however
Weaknesses: Superstitious, (Black Cats, the number 13, etc. these things not only piss her off, they can sometimes actually impede or even completely negate her natural inborn luck), Hot-tempered
Personality: Chance is a classic "rebel without a cause". She hates authority and generally thinks herself above the law. She can often be found in some cheap bar picking fights with hulking mobsters or else taking all their money through gambling. She is constantly seeking that next adrenaline rush and so loves to put herself in dangerous situations such as breaking into a criminal warehouse to snatch the goods, or leaping off a skyscraper with nothing but a grappling hook just for the thrill of it. She has no qualms with killing criminals, though she does have a soft spot for the weak and defenseless and will come to their aid if she is nearby. While she generally appears to have sharp wits and a strong, confident composure, those who know her well know that she is ever so slightly unhinged and will sometimes take drastic steps unnecessarily.
Likes: Adrenaline, Gambling, Drinking
Dislikes: Those who take advantage of others, Cats, People that think they are "better" than her
History: Cassandra was born July seventh at seven. Her mother immediately went into complications and died six days later on a Friday. This was the start of the superstitious incidents surrounding her life. Her father, Bill Windson, was a wealthy professor at Metropolis University. He blamed Cassandra for her mothers death and eventually threw her out on the street when she was very young. She ended up joining a gang in Gotham where she learned combat. As she grew older though the leaders decided to instead use her for prostitution. When she learned of their plans, she instead lit fires to the leaders' homes, many of them trapped inside. She blew up their warehouses and ran back to Metropolis. There she confronted her father for abandoning her. They fought and a deck of cards was scattered during the struggle. As they fell, two Aces and two Eights landed by her fathers feet. Upon seeing this, her mind truly slipped for the first time. She shot her father between the eyes and ran away. Ever since she has drifted back and forth between Gotham and Metropolis doing as she sees fit.
Roleplay Example:
Chance lined up another shot and tossed it at the dartboard she grinned, "You're making this too easy Buck." The giant bruiser growled as he started to line up his shot.
"It was Chuck, bitch." Chance just shrugged and began casually flipping a coin as she stepped away. She took a deep breath as the ringing sound echoed in her mind. She focused her hearing on the upper balcony of the nightclub. She could hear the manager talking to someone.
"Did you bring her?" The manager asked.
"Yes of course. What did you need my daughter for?"
"Pretty isn't she? How old is she? Fifteen? Sixteen?" Chance heard the sound of a young woman thrown to the ground.
"Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!"
"You don't seem to understand the situation you're in. I've been more than generous with you. Two months you're behind! I need collateral."
"Please don't! I just need mo-"
"Hey!" Buck's voice pulled her out of her trance. "It's your turn already." Chance chuckled as she approached the dartboard. She took a quick glance around the room before immediately tossing the dart straight into Buck's eye. He began screaming and cursing. Within moments, the bouncer ran in gun drawn, he had a clear shot. Chance clicked her tongue and flipped her coin in the air in front of her. The bouncer fired and a sharp ringing sound pierced the air. Upon hitting the spinning coin, the bullet ricocheted into the breaker box cutting off the lights, the coin flew the opposite direction into Buck's throat, finally shutting him up. With the lights out all that could be heard were a few grunts as Chance snatched the bouncer's gun. Muzzle flares revealed split seconds of Chance shooting down thugs. The man and his daughter clung to each other screaming until the firing stopped. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he looked around and saw the guards lying in their blood. Behind the desk was the debt collector, Chance's remaining darts were all shoved into his mouth and pierced through the back of his neck. Chance herself had already left.