Cassidy 🔮💀📚

sicke of this shite
mondays, am I right? and tuesdays, wednesdays, etc...
  • Age: By her estimate, mid 20's.
  • Height/Weight: 5'8", 157lbs | 173cm, 71kg
  • Job: Doomsday stopper, researcher, ~*~small business owner~*~
  • Skills: Deduction and intuition, interviewing, well-rounded athleticism, DIY repairs, haggling
  • Likes: Money, lazy mornings, food other people made, libraries, spring
  • Dislikes: Vague bullshit, new age superstitions, cults, the 4th day onwards of unwashed hair, housekeeping, fall and winter (hotspot for doomsdays)
  • Favorite tools: Her wit, hammers, swiss army knives, misdirection, her van

"'No end in sight'? Fuck, I wish..."

She has to get 6-8 hours of sleep every night, or else the shadow people can perceive her back.

Synopsis

Born with prophetic visions and a talent for all things sixth-sense, she's been having visions of the end of the world... from birth. Decades of seeing all the ways that all things die gets old, but nevertheless, she persists and stays vigilant.

Due to her unique nature, she's kind of forced into all the demonology/cryptozoology/occult stuff but... at least it's not all downsides. She's living off of a research stipend from one of the paranormal investigation institutes, and she runs an online shop where she offers consulting services, of both the serious and kooky variety.

Being almost always on the road gets old, and it also gets weird when gas station attendees around the country start recognizing her. It doesn't help her highway cryptid status when she's left sallow and whipcord-lean from her lifestyle.