Character's full name: Cassandra Kruger
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Demon
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Date of Birth: 06/21/1992
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Detroit, Michigan USA
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian

Appearance

Hair color and style: Cassandra's hair is black with blue dye. Her hair is shoulder length and always worn down.
Skin Tone: White (Pale)
Eye Color: Blue / sometimes black
Height: 5'7
Build: Athletic
Visible mutation:  Cassandra's visible mutations are flight capable wings, a prehensile tail, sharp, hardened claws on the ends of her fingernails.  Her eyes turn pupilless and black when enraged.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Scar down left forearm
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Cassandra wears clothes that look ill cared for. Usually sporting rips, and tears. She is fond of her leather jacket and usually wears a pair of black leather gloves with the fingertips cut off.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Cassandra sleeps in whatever she was wearing that day. Cassandra has no need to change clothes for sleeping.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A

Character

Personality: Cassandra is very anti-social. She is rude and aggressive towards others. She has a do not trust anyone mentality. Cassandra has been taking care of herself since she was a child. She has learned not to rely on other people. Cassandra is stubborn and proud and would much rather struggle with a problem than to ask for help.
Hobbies/ Interests: Hunting / People watching
Job or part time job and description: Criminal
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Cassandra dislikes humans. She sees them as violent and untrustworthy. Her while it has become less frequent, she still occasionally gets singled out for her visible mutations.  Cassandra has learned to keep her head down in public.  She doesn't like the hassle of constantly defending herself.
Special talents: Cassandra is a particularly good pickpocket. She can pick locks and hot wire a car, though she finds driving to be a boring mode of transportation.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other:  Neutral Cassandra is a criminal by trade, but she steals to survive. She does not live an extravagant lifestyle. Spending most of her down time in sewers or on rooftops. Wherever she can sleep without interference. She doesn't want for material things beyond her next meal.

Feelings toward Humans: Cassandra dislikes humans which causes her to go on the offensive and be more aggressive towards them. She is also known to hunt them as a food source or simply for sport.

Feelings toward Adapteds: Cassandra does not mind them.

Feelings toward Mystics: As long as they do not bother her Cassandra really has no opinion on them whatsoever. They are different just like she is different. She does not outwardly hate because she is hateful. She prefers her own company generally but lives by a live and let live mentality if she can help it.


Mutations

Mutation description:
Cassandra has gargoyle physiology. When the sunlight touches her skin.  Cassandra's body becomes incased in stone in whatever position she was in when the light first touches her skin. Beyond this forced sleep cycle Cassandra has physical mutations.  When in cased in stone.  Cassandra can not move or change positions.  She is stuck who she is when she turned.  When incased in stone Cassandra's mind can remain active. It is literally like being temporarily imprisoned until nightfall or until no sunlight is presently interreacting with her stone casing. Cassandra usually chooses to sleep during this period so that when night falls, she has full energy to enjoy her night. Cassandra is incredibly vulnerable in this state. If someone knocks her over while she is incased in stone like a statue, she could break into a hundred pieces effectively killing her instantly. Cassandra is careful to go somewhere secluded when daylight is approaching. When nightfall comes and the sun is no longer shining on the stone; her stone prison becomes brittle. She can bash her way out of it with a few punches and kicks. The rock falls away and she pushes her way out into the world effectively being born each night. Even though it was stone it takes on almost a crumbly clay like quality making it very easy to break apart. The change always happens at first light's contact with her skin. and just after sunset, when the light leaves. If Cassandra were to be flying when the sun comes up, she would literally drop from the sky like a stone and shatter on the street below.

Cassandra has a pair of wings with a three-foot wingspan on either side of her. Her wings stretch out to total six feet when fully extended. Her wings make her capable of flight. Cassandra can wrap her wings around her body to protect herself from harm. The membrane skin of her wings is very thick. It can stop a knife attack, though it is vulnerable to higher Calibur gunfire. The spikes at the tips of her wings are sharp and can be used to pierce.  Her wings are covered in a thick skin.  Not feathers.  A membrane layer of skin is what catches the wind, and it is what she flies on.  Cassandra can generate heavy gusts with her wings.  Enough to make you lose your balance.  Not enough force to blow someone off their feet unless they were wobbly to begin with.  By flapping her wings hard, she can take off from the ground.  Flight for her, consists of flapping her wings to gain altitude, and then spreading them to glide for some distance then repeating this process.


Cassandra has a prehensile tail with a spike on the end of it. This tail is as strong as her arms, which contain considerable strength. Cassandra's tail is strong enough to hold her own body weight. She can use her tail to hang from it upside down. Cassandra's tail acts as an extra arm. She has fine motor control of it and can wrap around objects she wishes to hold or even carry things provided she can wrap her tail around it. Often Cassandra uses her tail as a weapon. It has a long flat spike at the end of it. Cassandra's tail, like her wings match the rest of her body's skin tone.

At the end of her hands her fingernails harden into black claws. They are not much longer than normal fingernails, though they are sharp and incredibly strong. With her incredible finger strength to go along with it, Cassandra can dig her claws into solid brick and climb a wall if she wished. Cassandra uses her sharp clawed fingernails to attack, slash, cut and gouge. Her sharp nails are not a devastatingly dangerous part of her overall package, but she is glad for another means of attack.

When in an enraged state Cassandra's eyes will lose their pupils and turn black like shark's eyes. Her eyes will remain this way until the rage subsides, and her heart rate returns to normal.

Strengths: All of Cassandra's physical mutations have been with her since birth. She has as much proficiency with them as a normal human would have using his own arms and legs. Her tail, her wings her claws are all just second nature to her. She is very adept at using her physical mutations to aid her in fighting or hunting. When the light touches her skin and she becomes incased in stone, knives become useless against her.  Cassandra can hide in plain sight.  If she turns to stone while around other statues she will kind of blend into the scenery.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Though projectiles and cutlery become useless against her in her stone incasement; a simple fall could spell her end. She is incredibly vulnerable in this state and has to be smart about where she decides to ride out the day light.  Cassandra cannot fly indefinitely.  Her wings are powerful, but they also take a lot of energy to flap them constantly.  She can fly for a duration closing in on the one-hour mark before needing to land.


The mere touch of sunlight on her skin causes her to turn to stone until the sunlight goes away. Artificial sunlight will not work. You cannot say, incase her in stone forever by putting a heat lamp on her. Though daylight's savings time is something she has to constantly be aware of. Cassandra also always wears a watch. She has a poor internal clock and relies heavily on her time piece to let her know when she needs to wrap up her night.

Overuse of her wings will cause natural fatigue. She can easily fly for up to an hour. Her wings are not only big, but strong and powerful, but she does need to rest them the same as any other muscle in her body. She is not capable of indefinite flight. The same can be said for her tail and the weight carrying capacity that it holds. She has to rest it the same as any other muscle.  Cassandra's tail can only hold up to 250 pounds.  If she grabs a man with her tail and throws him, and he weighs more than 250 pounds.... She runs the risk of tearing a muscle in her tail.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities:   Cassandra has the general physical fitness of someone who works on staying in shape.  She can bench press up to 150 pounds.  She is not special in regaurds to strength training beyond normal human capabilities.  Cassandra is a fast runner. She is lean and fit and has quick reflexes. She has exceptional hand eye coordination, and great vision in the dark as she spends all of her waking hours only awake at night
Fighting Style: Cassandra is a brawler. She fights dirty. She doesn't believe in a fair fight. A fair fight is going to get you killed when it is life or death stakes. Cassandra fights with her teeth, claws, flying through the air while carrying people and dropping them from distance. She also uses her tail to move around. Whipping here tail back around a light pole for example and pulling herself back with it to effectively dodge an attack. She is chaotic and unpredictable in a fight. Whatever works is what she goes for. She doesn't have a set battle plan when going into a fight beyond inflicting damage.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:

Pros:
-Unpredictability
-Versatile attack patterns
- Many different tools at her disposal
- Wings give her an escape option of the fight goes bad

Cons:
- Overeagerness to inflict damage makes her sloppy
- She telegraphs some of her moves
- Rage can blind her to good strategy
- Often pushes beyond her limits rather than giving up a fight

History Of Your Character
Cassandra was born with all of her physical mutations. She was born at night and her parents discovered her turning to stone the next morning. It's a miracle her mother did not scream and drop her when she saw this for the first time, but it has been with her, her entire life. Cassandra was not loved by her parents. Her mother loved her as any mother would but grew to resent her. Cassandra's father left because of her mutation, and it eventually caused her mother to become hateful towards her. When Cassandra was six her mother tried to kill her in a drunken fit. That was the first time Cassandra ran away from home, and the last. Her mother never came looking for her. Probably glad to be rid of the burden. Cassandra can eat normal human food but it's not what she craves. She craves to hunt and as she got older, she discovered accidentally how good people tasted, with their mingled hormones and sweat and anxiety basically dripping out of their pores. Cassandra does not hunt often. She doesn't need the angry mob thing on her back. People get angry when you kill recklessly, but if she is defending herself or makes an enemy, she may decide to hunt them.

Basically, being on her own for her entire life Cassandra has learned a few things. Number one, she learned people generally do not like mutants with physical mutations. People do not generally like mutants of any variety, but in her case it's obvious. She spends most of her time hiding from humanity and trying to stay out of the public eye. She steals where she can and does enough to get by, but she has not fallen down the outright path to evil just yet. She lingers right on the boarder of good and bad. She would like to be a good person, but with the current state of the world and the perception of others towards her; she doesn't really see that as a viable option. She will do whatever she has to do to survive. No matter the cost. She has already lost pretty much everything. She has become an anti-social loner because of it. Cassandra doesn't need anyone. People just get in the way.


Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias? Melody, but you can call my Daydream.
Where did you learn about this site?: Stumbled across it back in 2017?
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Kendra Dillenger "Daydream"
Sample RP:


You know.... I'm going to rip you apart with my claws and teeth. It's not going to be pleasant. It's going to hurt like hell. And while you'll probably taste like shit.... I'll enjoy it all the same. Cassandra was dreaming. Thinking about tearing the guards limb from limb and in her slumber she was. She could hear the echo of their cries and gunfire as they fruitlessly shot at her.

She darted between the shadows. The sound of massive wings fluttering almost drowned out the shots. There was a panic about the situation as they were laid to waste and the taste of their blood tasted like cheap cologne and aftershave. It was raw meat, and carnal but it wasn't enough to satisfy.

Demon chewed on neck flesh crouching over a dead guard. She held the pieces of flaccid meat between her clawed fingers and chewed ravenously. Bits of blood peppered the corners of her mouth. She was enjoying this dream. It was about the only thing that gave her comfort anymore. She had been held in a government facility for the last 6 months and it was dreams like this that kept the spark of fight in her.

She missed her wings. She missed her tail and her claws. These were things that faded away under the influence of the power dampener.  Some high tech device that seemed to melt away powers like they never existed.  Her wings simply receded into her back until they became nothing more than shoulder blades. Her claws shortened until they were just roughly taken care of nails and her tail sucked itself back into her rear. Faded away. Like they were never hers. She hated this collar. It was so unnatural.

Even now as she sat in a cell she was angry.  Sunlight spilled into the cell through the bars at the windows.  She looked at her hand.  The pale white of her flesh was warm from its touch.  She had never really felt sunlight on her skin before she got here.  She had never seen what her skin looked like in the daytime.  The power dampener took away the ability for her stone prison to lock her away.  That part of her mutation faded like the wings under its effects.

Cassandra couldn't move around in the daylight. When the sun touched her skin she hardened into a statue, but when the night came. She was a beast of prey. Now she was free to attack day or night.  As long as she wore this collar.  She was terrifying. A punk rock savage with a thirst for chaos and anarchy. More than that she was hungry. She was mostly always hungry, and she had eaten well at the government facility. They tossed her a rare steak twice a day to watch her eat and study her more animalistic habits.

The sun was going down now. The truck flipped and crashed. Blood broken glass and reason went out the window as the last bits of fading light disappeared. It must've been odd to ride next to a 170-pound woman that the guards were terrified of.  All of the guards.  "What the absolute shitfuck?" She murmured as she looked around at the dead bodies and carnage. A spark ignited some leaking gas and a fire started in the driver's seat. Burning the guard clinging to life there alive. She heard the screams but ignored them as she kicked her way out of the glass chamber that was already cracked and broken.

It took a few kicks but she made her way out of it. Cassandra could feel the growl in her stomach. She whipped her head to the side and watched several other mutants fleeing the scene. Cassandra wanted to follow suit, but her need for vengeance was too great. She snatched up a guard from the ground by the shirt. She could feel her wings back. The power dampener must be on the fritz. So sorry Chuck. She thought about the guard who's name wasn't really chuck.

Cassandra buried razor sharp fangs into the man's face. They slid in like butter. The scream echoing into her ear only made her smile as blood washed over her pail face. Streaking across the side and filling her mouth with the warm othf food. A few of the mutants still trapped watched on in disbelief and a few cheered. But she wasn't on their side either. Assholes were assholes. And Cassandra didn't really trust anyone. It was trusting people that got her here in the first place. Someone offered her a place to sleep for the day and found her turned to stone and called the police. The police not really knowing how to deal with it called the government And that little old lady seemed so sweet. Treacherous bitch.

Cassandra finished drinking the guard and slung him behind her. He went crashing through a pod freeing another mutant who's codename was "Biologic" Biologic looked at her with a handsome smirk. "Thanks." He said before bailing on the place himself. Cassandra looked around before bursting her way out of the front windshield. She immediately ran into Lulu holding the body of Benny.

Cassandra remembered seeing the skinny guy before. He was always running his mouth and she didn't particularly care for him that much. Then again. He was constantly getting beaten by the guards and that was entertaining she supposed. The sound of helicopters made cut her trip down memory lane short.  She wasn't going back. Her tail flicked around waving excitedly behind her. Her wings stretched out and flapped as she hovered off the ground

Demon was about to fly away herself when a sniper from the helicopter shot three holes in her right wing. She hissed in pain and went tumbling 10 feet to the ground. Spinning and circling through the air like a blue and white cannon ball Demon crash slammed into the headlights of the overturned truck. She hit like a meteorite falling from the sky. Something was broken. Blood dripped from her wings. She looked back up to see the fleeing mutants.   With a grunt and a growl Demon lurched forward. Her tail pierced through the concrete of a manhole lid and she flung it over her left shoulder. It echoed hollowly on the street as she gave the aftermath a final look and dropped into the sewers, folding her wings around her body as she plummeted.

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