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Cassandra Michelle Rainwater
My daddy always said the only man a girl could trust was her father and the only thing more loyal and protective than a dog was a gun.
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Cassandra Michelle Rainwater is the name and firearms and ammunition is my game! Which means I belong to the Peace Keepers.
As you can see I am a Female who happens to like the Bad Boy type of guy of course
Don't worry though, I'm Twenty-Three so I know what I'm doing!
People say I have a bad habit of: I am a calm, caring, and resourceful young woman who is wise be on her years. I'm known for being brave in the face of danger and an adventurous daredevil when the time is right. Others say I'm the most patient person you'll ever meet, but even patient people have their limits. Get me mad and I wont hesitate to put a bullet in you. I'm also very curious, determined, independent, out going and will never let a cloudy day (mean or rude person) get the best of my. Though a very peaceful person, I am also an outspoken, open-minded and tactful girl with a strong-will. Of course I'll never admit but I am a bit stubborn and willful, but at the end of the day a loyal friend through and through who will never leave you alone in your hour of need. Don't get me wrong, I can also be a very flirtatious girl who is know for getting what I want with just the flick of my hair or the show of one of my lovely guns.but I don't really see it.
I discovered I happen to like Guns, knives, owning others in first person shooter games, sweets, music, tea, reading, playing the violin, free running, getting what I want, and the smell of wet dirt when it rains.
But really don't like Spiders, thunder, being told no, guys who don't understand no, the color yellow, the word 'panties', being treated like a helpless girl, and of course people playing hide & seek with my weapons.
My life isn't just rainbow's and sunshines! I grew up with my mother. Never knowing my father, I did everything a good girl was told, from finish her homework on time and doing all her chorus before going to play. I thought I had the perfect life, until my sixth birthday mother suddenly got hooked on “drugs” and became very abusive. I tried my hardest to cover the bruising in school and when I went home each night my mother was high as a bird with a belt in her hand. Every night before bed I just wanted to run away, to end the pain forever or find my real father. Surely he'd want to see his little girl right? Growing up my only friend was a boy named Alexander. I was happy to have even at least one friend who carried about me...that was until one day out of the blue he just disappeared. Losing my only friend, I was again alone with no one to turn to. Each night I suffered at the abusive hands of my mother. My only escape came when tragedy struck and five year of torment and pain ended with the death of my abuser. I hid under my bed when she entered my room...I prayed with all my might that she wouldn't find me...but she did. Just when I though she was going to end me there was a crash and in an instant I was scooped into the arms of a my savior. The sounds of gunshots rang out as the mysterious man who saved my life fired on my mother. I couldn't understand at the time why he did what he did until I watched as my mothers body dropped to the floor and instead of blood, she began to cough up a black ooze of some kind. To think I lived a life of torment inflicted upon me by a shape shifting supernatural being who I thought was my mother. In the reports it stated that my mother died of an accidental drug over dose and of course the police were too lazy to further look into the case. So then and there it was deemed solved, just another junkie killed from getting her fix...but I knew the truth.
After the incident I found myself being enrolled in the foster care program. I was known as a bouncer. Always moving from home to home until my Fifteenth birthday when the man who saved my life stepped forth and spirited me away. The next thing I knew, I was enrolled in the The Night Guard academy where I trained and homed my skills with a weapon. I vowed that I would never be the weak little girl who suffered at the hands of a monster and as long as I held the title no one would have to suffer like I did. Through out my training, the mysterious man who saved me was present in my life. He use to say that “the only man a girl could trust was her father and the only thing more loyal and protective than a dog was a gun.” of course I didn't know what he meant at the time but when I was finally welcomed into the Peace keepers I discovered that the man who saved me was in fact my biological father. He was the current Firearms Specialist for the peace keeps and when I came of age he put a bullet in his head and I took the title of firearms specialist. In his last letter he explained to me why he did what he did...I of course still have it in my desk today...I just can't bring myself to throw it away. but you live and learn.
I have a grappling hook gun (able to support up to 300lbs), 3 inch long blade hidden in my right boot, .50 cal sniper riffle & scope, standard 9 mm hand gun, two modified desert eagles. and I know how to use them!
My ever faithful companion just so happens to be Alexander
They give me Enhanced senses: sight, smell, hearing. With it I'm able to shoot a target over a long distance with out missing...but I do have my days sadly.
Agility: Speed, light on my feet, excellent balance and helps with my free running.
Oh I love this song! Breaking Benjamin- The Diary of Jane
Live like you we're dying- Kris Allen
Carry on my wayward son- Kansas
I forgot to tell you something. I don't like talking about my past, but those closest to me know it all. Just because we're friends doesn't mean I'm afraid to shoot at you for your stupidity, remember I'm a great shot so if I wanted to I could make you dance.
I wish I could escape the eyes! shadowraven-V
