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| *shakes a head of straight, shoulder-length hair to her back* Jordan Cassidy. | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| Cass, Jor. *shrugs and smiles* Nothin' too fancy. | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Twenty. | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| Can't miss me, really, unless my left arm falls off. *turns over the said forearm and rolls up a loose sleeve, revealing a slightly arched, thick scar from a laceration starting at about an inch from the inside of her elbow running to mid-arm* *received the wound by taking a knife for Mars once, sparing him the attack, which would have likely killed him* *near the end of the slash mark is a small black tattoo of an angel's wing, which had obviously been there before the gash was made* I don't remember when, where, or why I got the tatt, so don't ask. *grins* *otherwise, is about five feet, four inches tall, with an ample, healthy figure, brown hair and brown, slightly almond-shaped eyes that glint of intelligence* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| Street kid. *as if that should explain it all* I ran with some rough housers back until I was fourteen or so, then settled down at Sacred Heart in Gravesend to get some real education. I was there for...for two years, I think, then got tangled up with Mars when he was running crews like any average less than legitimate Joe. *smiles* And I'm still with him. I can read, write, and do some math fairly well. *grins* And I don't talk much like I'm from the street anymore, good for me and business, I'm sure. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| Personable? *shrugs a little* I try to be, at least *is personable, bright, sharp, practical and occasionally a little too accommodating* *is quite mild and compassionate when left to her own means, away from the "work" crowd* A little nosy, I guess, too. With the way I work, everyone's business is my business, though, so it's allowed. *grins* *has a sharp ear for news, and a talent for weeding out general gossip from fact, but goes about obtaining the information in quiet, unobtrusive ways* *is also decidedly blunt in chosen situations, when the "victim" is someone she really cares about* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *nods a little* When you hang with ruffians like I have, you're bound to have a few scrapes here and there. I did some real time a few years ago, but that's all over now. *was thrown in jail for nearly a week under false charges when she was seventeen, and interrogated well past the point of exhaustion about Mars' activities, but didn't crack a word* *when finally released, Mars took her very much under his wing as his girlfriend for over a year* *even though their relationship as it was is now over, Mars still sees her as valuable because of her proven loyalty* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| No family, other than the people here, and a few friends, scattered here and there. *keeps her number of close friends very low, but is likeable and friendly to most everyone, even people she dislikes* *considers Evelyn and Cash her most trusted friends* Um...*shrugs a little* Ara...*waves a hand* Te� left provisions for her, should anything happen to Te�, and things did. I was the provision. So Ara's with me, at least until the end of this year. *smiles a little* *is also somewhat romantically involved with Rory DeVeer* | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| I do everything. *smiles a little, because this is more or less true, as she's recently taken over Te�'s job, and fills in as games dealer, bartender, hostess, or waitress, as needed, while generally running the administrative side of things as well* The club is my life. | |
| Anything else? | |
| Mars sent me on a holiday *said a little bit dryly* but I'm back with a vengeance. *smiles* *was sent away for four months because of a heightened but secret argument with the club's owner* *is deathly afraid of Mars, but respects him unreservedly, and has learned her new place* | |
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