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[b]Name:[/b] Cassandra Marine
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Sex:[/b] Female
[b]Race:[/b] Human

[b]Weapon:[/b] A two meter long nanofibre scarf that can unravel to six meters, it is weighted at one end and used at mid-range. Cassandra also has a choker that is permanently attached to her throat where her vocal cords would be with holes on either side where a maximum of two small dust cartridges can be inserted.
[b]Specialty:[/b] Assassin. Cassy uses her scarf as a meteor hammer using wide arcs and momentum to smash the weight into enemies. Alternatively the scarf can be used to both grapple and choke enemies to death from a distance or as a means to hang them from trees (she is all too aware of the vulnerability that is the throat). Her choker is the means by which Cassy has been able to breath elemental attacks. If disarmed Cassy is able to hold her own in hand to hand combat, relying mostly on knees, elbows and palm strikes to vulnerable areas, even using her teeth if pressed hard enough.
[b]Semblance:[/b] Dragon's Breath: Able to use the dust stored in her throat to breathe a jet of the corresponding element like a Dragon. Alternatively she can 'gargle' it to launch a barrage of pure elemental bullets

[b]Personality:[/b] Cassy is caring to a fault, which puts her at odds with her forced silence due to her injured vocal cords which gives her the appearance of a cold detached fighter. Cassy is extremely self conscious of the scars. As a result Cassy tends to either communicate by messaging using her scroll or manipulating her aura to mime out her intentions. When she laughs it comes out as a raspy coughing sound that honestly sounds incredibly menacing. Since she can't talk Cassy puts much more value in a persons actions than most. Especially hers. Cassy maintains a careful distance from those she doesn't consider friends, you can tell who her friends are based on who she put in headlocks, she hugs or who she just generally pulls into her personal space.
[b]Color:[/b] Ocean Blue

[b]Emblem:[/b] A crashing wave
[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at 165cm and 59kg Cassandra is lean with the build of someone who has done long distance running most of their life. Platinum blond hair cut in a bob style with a the entire left half dyed a cobalt blue that perfectly matched her striking eyes. The entire front of her throat is more scar tissue than flesh and there is a permanent metal choker embedded into her throat where her vocal cords would be. Her neck is usually covered by a grey nanofibre scarf that hides her scars quite nicely. She wears a black tank-top and a dark blue crop jacket with matching jeans. The black combat boots with enough heel to hide a pen knife in them complete Cassy's ensemble.

[b]Bio:[/b] Not all stories are of the wicked Aunt who steals their nieces voice. Not all injuries are an epic tale waiting to be told that will be passed down through the ages of how they fought off a hundred Grimm before succumbing to their wounds. Some stories are just short and brutal and aren't even the end. Cassandra was a normal girl who loved animals. She would often wander around town looking for animals that she could help as best she could. Cassy one day found a wounded big black dog. It had been shot and had drifted into town. Without hesitation Cassy ran to help it, missing everyone's warning cries, when it pounced on her. 
Not quite realising what was happening Cassy hugged the dog as hard as she could, not wanting to scare it. This as it happens saved her life, since the hound could no longer tear out Cassy's throat as it intended. A heavy tearing of the air was heard followed by a sickening crunch. The hound released Cassy, the back of it's skull all but torn out, letting her throat wounds bleed freely. Cassy was told later that a Hunter was the one that saved her, that she was lucky. When she went to answer Cassy found that she couldn't and when she tried it not only hurt, but sounded like someone was trying to strangle a cat stuffed with metal shavings. Touching her throat Cassy felt cold metal. This shocked Cassy beyond what her little mind could take and she ran, she ran and ran and eventually crashed head first into the leg of her savior. Screaming wordlessly at the man Cassy punched and kicked him until he had finally gotten tired of it. 

"Stop bawlin' ya ankle bitter! If ya can cry then ya not hurt to badly! If ya have a problem with what I did, too bad! I saved ya life, so you ain't allowed to waist it unless I says so!" Dropping a small meteor hammer in front of the girl he said "Use this kinda thing so I'll recognise you next time!" and just like that he was gone.

Years later Cassy entered Beacon, strong, capable and deadly she showily dispatched a wolf Grimm during the entrance trial that had her in the same position as when she was a little girl. This time instead of hugging it, she breathed intense fire down it's throat cooking it from the inside out, surprising everyone who saw, who on earth breathes fire after all? Cassandra is no leader, she lacks the ability to reliably issue orders, instead she is the hidden dragon to leader's crouching tiger.
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