Name: Cassandra Yeng
Nickname/Street Name : Pusher
Age: 27
Tats/Scars: None. Scars here and there. Nothing note worthy

Skills:
-Drug Running
-Sales
-Horticulture (she grows pot)

Strengths:
-Ambidextrous (both right and left handed)
-Dexterity (lots of parkor for this chick)
-Sprinting (Fast at first but runs out of gas pretty fast)
-Quick Thinking

Weaknesses:
ㄨAddiction
ㄨThrill Seeker
ㄨAllergic (shellfish and Peanuts. RL allergic to these things too so..I have no fucking clue what peanut butter tastes like)
ㄨSlow Healing (all the drugs and stuff)
ㄨHealth Issues (Congestive Heart Failure, weak immune system)

Backstory:

Casandra wasn't beaten as a child. Wasn't raped or treated like a piece of property. In fact she wasn't fucked up or used by anyone her whole life. She had a bomb ass life. A good family, food on the table, and lots of chances to be a honest, hard working member of society. Until she met Mary Jane.

Laziness soon became her true calling and so she started slinging dope. After figureing out how good she was at it she expanded and now is a walking drug bank.

Unlike almost everyone she has ever known, she CHOSE this life. Freely and gladly. So what does that make her? Stupid? Worthless?

Ask her yourself. As she stands on the street corner counting her earnings. Watch her look up at you. A grin on her face, light from the street lamp reflecting in her Shades and with a raised brow say...

"What the fuck have you done lately"