Cassidy

Full Name: Cassidy "Whiskey" Bright

Player Name: RyoKyo Age: 46 Gender: Male Species: wolverine Height & Weight: 5'10" 227lbs

Physical Description
The once thick fur on this wolverine has thinned out a bit since his years on the prison planet, brown patches of it covering his back, stomach and muzzle, complimented by the dingy light tan on the rest of his head and upon his sides. In his youth the very image of raw power and grace, Cassidy's body has degraded a bit over time. Though very noticable traces of that once Herculean figure remain in the powerful muscles of his arms and his barrel chest, age and years of heavy drinking have added a bit of flub around his edges and tacked on a bit of a potbelly to his midsection. Still, he's not in SUCH bad shape, more than capable of getting around and really hustling it when he needs to. Just don't ask him to do so for long.. His wolverine genetics give him a ton of power per pound, and -would- give him just as much stamina too, if he took better care of himself.

He generally dresses simple in whatever comfortable clothes he can find.. though he's very partial to wide-brimmed hats when he can find them (of the Stetson variety). T-shirts and pants with plenty of big pockets seem to be the normal order.

Mental Description
Cassidy is difficult to classify sometimes. While outwardly he seems very much like the stereotypical cheerful drunk (and he most definitely can be cheerful!), he is certainly not stupid and has a lot more going on inside his head than most would assume of him. He is surprisingly reflective and introspective when he chooses to show it.. though likely most who meet him, and possibly even those who know him for long periods of time, will only ever get to see his outgoing, devil-may-care side. Little seems to phase him and even less seems to be taboo to him, the big wolverine having no trouble just blurting out what is on his mind with little regards for the consequences. There are very few things that can make Cassidy put on a serious face and chances are if he gets serious, shit has already hit the fan.

Cassidy is quick to make friends, but surprisingly slow to form genuine, close attachments to people. Usually, thanks to his experience in the military, even the deaths of those around him simply roll right off his shoulder, dismissed as inevitable hazards of the desert. In the very rare cases when he does make close friends though, he'll put his life on the line for them if necessary without so much as a second thought.

History
"Th'fuck you wanna hear a story bout that, fer? Past is past. Best to let sleepin' dogs lie," is usually something like his response when asked about his history. He keeps mostly quiet about it, requiring quite a lot of trust in somebody to let any information go.

Cassidy had a family once. A wife and a little girl who he spent every moment he could in the company of. His time in the military kept him away from them far more than he could stand sometimes, but he had to serve his fifteen years before he could finally go home for good. During those years he eagerly awaited every letter, every video transmission, every gift they sent him each week, savoring and keeping every last one of them he could. And during those years he fought, pulling the trigger to put down rebellions, or to stop violent powers from rising too far, or whenever he was simply commanded to pull it. Though his fellow soldiers went down around him all the time, Cassidy kept fighting as he was told, never giving up on the thought that soon he would be going home for good - not just little weekend vacations - to see his family. And Cassidy proved to have one important attribute that would allow him to see that wish through, the one thing that always kept him alive on the battlefield.

He was lucky. Very, very lucky. There was even very taboo (and illegal) talk about how the gods themselves must have been watching over him.

Cassidy's outrageous fortune became the talk of so many squads and spread so far through the ranks that eventually he started being approached by strangers who talked as though they knew him, but who he had never met. Rumors so grand they bordered on legendary started to circulate about his luck. Tales about how bullets would catch just enough wind to wisk harmlessly past his head escalated to stories of guns backfiring if they were to be aimed and fired at him, killing their owner instead, then further still from there to full on epics about how he could walk straight through a hail of bullets fired by fifty, seventy, one hundred, two hundred men and come out with tattered clothing, but not a scratch of actual injury upon his body. Most of it had some truth to it.

When his time was up, the wolverine left the military as soon as he could, despite very aggressive 'advice' that he should stay. With a reputation like his, their invincible warrior, the higher ups didn't like this one bit. He had three months home to spend time with his family before everything fell apart. He came home one day to see the building he and his family, as well as over a dozen other families, lived in smoking, windows on the complex shattering with alarming regularity. As quick as he could he was in, rushing up the stairs to his fourth floor home, battering down the door just in time to see a well armed thug in military grade apparel leaping out the window. His wife and child were dead, the television still glowing with the national news program they had been watching. On it, the story about Cassidy's zealotry for the 'false gods he believes watch over him' led him to a homicidal rampage in their name and how the brave men of the PD took him down and saved fifty lives was already playing.

He was allowed to keep three possessions which would be given back to him once he arrived on the desert prison planet. At first, Cassidy wanted to get revenge, but he just didn't have it in him. Without the loves of his life, there was just something missing. The big wolverine picked up the bottle not long after arriving on Sutekh and simply never put it down.

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Possessions== My Angel - The name he calls his magnum. It is a tremendous, elegant looking weapon with enough stopping power to punch through even the thickest of armor. It is easily the most expensive thing he owns. Ammunition for the weapon is incredibly difficult to obtain and often must be custom made. As such, it is almost never fired. Inscribed on the side in crudely carved lettering, "Until the glorious day we meet again, cheer me on."

Pendant - Cassidy has a small flip open pendant with a picture of his family; Cassidy standing next to his wife with his little girl in a cute pink dress in front of them, throwing her hands up and smiling from ear to ear. It means everything to him and he would charge into an exploding building to retrieve it.

Cassidy also owns a smaller gun he uses in general situations, a nice cowboy hat and.. seemingly an endless amount of whiskey.