Post by CASSIDY ASHLINE on Jul 13, 2011 0:40:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; border: 8px solid #494949; padding: 20px; background-color: #333333, bTable] CASSIDY BLAIR ASHLINE  NAME cassidy blair ashline NICKNAME(S) cass, cassie AGE seventeen HOME district eleven OCCUPATION harvester SEXUALITYpansexual PERSONALITY
NOTES never in a million years had cass thought that he would be picked for the hunger games, but the possibility still rang through his mind. he was so happy, two more years and he wouldn't qualify. two more years and he could live his 'okay' life. work was hard, there was little to nothing fro him to eat, because all of the food his father would farm would go to the capitol. but, cass was raised tough, surprisingly, on an empty stomach. his father had tried to teach him how to actually farm, but his delicate hands just couldn't respond. he had always preferred to retrieve the food with a smile and watch it go with a frown. his mother had died giving birth to him, so there was nobody to entertain him when there was nothing to harvest. no brothers, no sisters, no pets. oh my. pets. they would probably get roasted up and eaten out here, there was barely anything to eat! but, cass managed to keep a hopeful smile on his face through all the rough times, pat his father on the back with a bony hand like 'hey, it's going to be alright' and just comfort him. he might not have had siblings, but he had his dad, and he had to take care of him. well yeah. sounds like a children's book, but cassie hasn't had the greatest life. no matter how happy he looks, or how hopeful he gets, he's actually really scared. scared of what tomorrow will bring, scared of what would happen if his father got sick or died, scared if he died. he, the one who cherished life so much, could die. and his father still needed him.. FIGHTING STYLE cass would like to be at home while he is doing this, well, metaphorically. his choice of weapon would be gardening shears, ones that can fit in a holster on his belt comfortably. if he needed to, they would be helpful to cut branches and make a fire, or a branch shack or something. if he really needed to kill anybody, he could grabs his shears from their holster and cut however, in combat, they are quite unfortunate since they're a bit bulky. they get stuck in his holster about seventy percent of the time, so he can't even get them out properly. also, he can't use them very fast in close combat, like they are required. when he can pull them out of their spot, he almost always only have time to jab at the other person, mostly because they're quite medium sized and require two hands and he has rather slow reflexes. but yes, they are unfortunate because they're impossible to do long range combat, and unfortunate because they're a bitch to get out quickly and use them. but, he is familiar with the feel of them and can use them for other types of survival. |
OOC NAME oxy should suffice :u FACE CLAIM [b]AMATSUKI[/b] - [i]tokidoki rikugou[/i] - (cassidy ashline) OTHER CHARACTERS none. c8 |
