///.... DRUNKED JAYBIRD....///

Name: Cassie "Thirteen" McQueen. CS-12917.

Codename: Drunken Jaybird.

Age: 20.

Appearance: He possesses a striking Pear Shaped physique that defies the standard cybernetic modifications seen in the Novocities. While his upper body shoulders, neck, and slender arms maintains a delicate, almost fragile, femboy appearance, his lower body carries significant weight. He has wide, heavy hips and thick, soft thighs that taper down, creating a dramatic contrast with his smaller frame. His ass is notably large and plump, maintaining a smooth, soft texture that contrasts with the harsh metallic environment around him.

The most defining feature of his biology is his abdomen. Due to his legendary tolerance and constant consumption of beer, he carries a prominent, soft beer belly. This isn't a static feature; it is dynamic and reactive. At times, it appears taut and bloated, as if his stomach is under immense pressure from the liquid contents, giving the illusion that he is perpetually gassy or on the verge of bursting. At other times, it hangs with a heavy, soft sag, swaying with his movements. The skin here is incredibly elastic and expendable, stretching to accommodate unholy amounts of alcohol without breaking a biological feat that baffles even the M.O.T.H.E.R. bio engineers. When he moves quickly during evacuation missions, one can almost hear the sloshing of the contents within.

Contrasting his heavy lower half and swollen midsection, his chest is slender and flar. This creates a unique visual balance: a narrow upper frame that flares out into a soft, distended middle, before expanding massively into his wide hips and thighs. His cock is modest in size, maintaining the aesthetic of his slender frame, appearing slightly delicate and smooth to matching femboy appearance. However, it's sits nestled within the soft folds of his lower abdomen, where the weight of his beer belly creates a plush, cushioned base. The skin is soft and pale, consistent with the organic, unaugmented nature he maintains. His balls is notably full and heavy, contributing to the overall sense of weight in his lower body. They are hang low between his thick thighs, swaying noticeably when he moves, their weight emphasized by the constant sloshing and shifting of his abdomen. The contrast between his narrow waist and the combined mass of his wide hips, thick thighs. He carries himself with the unshakable confidence of someone who knows he can outdrink anyone in the 'Voracious Beauties' squad. There is no shame in his softness; he wears his bloated belly like a badge of honor. In the neon lit streets of Novocity 17, he represents a rare, fleshy defiance against the cold perfection of the Corporate world a human who refuses to be modified, choosing instead to be fueled by the amber liquid that keeps his spirits high and his gut full. He have no hair on his body.

Face: He has a naturally pretty face that avoids the artificial, sharp edged perfection of Novocity's corporate models. His face is soft and slightly rounded, with a gentle chubbiness that complements his pear shaped physique. He possesses a delicate balance: while his cheeks hold a soft fullness, his overall facial features remain slender enough to maintain his delicate, femboy upper frame. His eyes are large, round, and deep black, holding a spark of mischief and resilience. His lips are thin but expressive, often curved into a confident smirk or a wide, drunken grin. A permanent, faint blush dusts his cheeks a telltale sign of his constant alcohol consumption that gives him a perpetually warm, flushed appearance. His heritage is a beautiful blend of Scottish and Chinese features, giving him a unique and memorable look that stands out in the neon lit crowds. His hair is jet black, cut into a clean, practical bob that frames his face without interfering with his helmet during evacuation missions. It is simple, unaugmented, and entirely natural. He is a burst of auditory energy in a world of monotone cyborgs. His voice is inherently joyful and cheerful, carrying an infectious enthusiasm even in dangerous situations. He speaks with a thick, hard Irish accent that rolls through his sentences, adding to his charismatic and unshakable presence. When he laughs, which is often, it is genuine and loud, cutting through the hum of machinery and the static of the city. He have no facial hair on his face.

Attire: He wears a brown bomber jacket reminiscent of fighter pilots from World War II. It also has a large yellow vest with some writing on it, including a sign for First Aid. He also wears a tan gloves, lighter brown pants, and some boots, which the pants are tucked into.

Personality: Cassie is absolutely bonkers a whirlwind of unfiltered joy and chaotic energy in a city that has forgotten how to smile. Hee doesn't suffer from alcoholism; He embraces it as a hobby, a sacrament, and a source of endless amusement. He lives life at maximum volume, driven by an unshakable belief that if you aren't laughing, you're already dead. His humor is as thick as his accent and as sharp as his piloting skills. Cassie is the king of self deprecation and audacious mockery. He will joke about his own drinking habits, make light of his distended beer belly, and absolutely roast anyone including himseld without breaking a sweat. He has zero shame; He wears his softness and his vices like armor. He is the first to crack a joke about a questionable tactical decision or a particularly gruesome atrocity. Cassie operates on a unique moral compass where honesty and loyalty outweigh conventional ethics. He has no regrets and no doubts. In the cockpit, He is a passionate virtuoso; he loves aircraft with the intensity of a lover, but he possesses a terrifying detachment when it comes to destruction. He won't shed a single tear when his "bird" drops fifty bombs on an enemy position to him, that's just another day at the office and another reason to celebrate with a cold one. He is perfectly comfortable with the concept of war crimes, viewing them as part of the messy, beautiful chaos of survival. Despite his wild exterior, Cassie is a genuine "people person." He has a deep, sincere love for humanity and his squadmates. While he might laugh while burning down a building, he is the first person to offer a warm smile, a crude joke, or a helping hand to someone he cares about. He is honest to a fault and has a heart that beats fiercely for his friends. This combination of maturity, loyalty, and genuine warmth makes him in his own words "proper husband material," provided your idea of a perfect partner involves loud laughter, a sharp tongue, and a constant supply of amber liquid.

Key Traits: Unapologetic: No regrets, no doubts, no shame. Passionate: Obsessed with aviation and the thrill of flight. Loyal: A "real one" who puts her people above all else. Chaotic Good (ish): Joyful and kind, but completely unhinged in combat.

Skills: Primary Specialization: Elite Combat Pilot Cassie is a genuine virtuoso of the skies. When he is behind the controls of an aircraft, he isn't just flying he is dancing with death. In a dogfight, he is almost peerless; his reflexes, instinct, and understanding of aerodynamics allow him to outmaneuver even the most advanced Z.E.U.S. automated interceptors. When he enters the airspace, the rules of engagement change because the sky belongs to him, and there is nowhere for his enemies to run.

Operational Role: Extraction & Support As part of the A.A.U.D., Cassie's primary mission parameters involve two critical phases:

1. "Dropping the Squad": Delivering his teammates precisely into the heart of hostile territory with flawless accuracy.
2. "Picking up the Squad": Executing high stakes extractions under heavy fire, navigating through debris and enemy flak to retrieve his comrades. Beyond these duties, he serves as devastating aerial support. Whether he is raining down ordnance on enemy positions to clear a path or gunning down enemy drones and aircraft with surgical precision, he ensures that the ground forces have the advantage.

The "Switch": Professionalism Under Fire While Cassie may appear to be nothing more than a bloated, drunken barrel of beer when off duty, the moment he enters a mission for the A.A.U.D., he undergoes a terrifying transformation. The jovial laughter and crude jokes vanish. He becomes 1001% serious. His communication shifts to crisp, chopped, and professional tactical codes. His movements become precise, and his decision making becomes cold and calculated. Even his physical demeanor changes; in those moments of intense focus, his boisterous energy retracts, and he becomes as sharp and deadly as the aircraft he commands.

Combat Summary: Dogfighting: Master level; unmatched situational awareness. Tactical Support: Expert in close air support (CAS) and area denial. Extraction: Specialist in high risk, high velocity recovery operations. Discipline: Capable of instant transition from chaotic hedonist to elite operative.

Romance: While the world sees a loud, beer swilling, chaotic pilot who lives for the adrenaline of a dogfight, those who earn his trust discover a man of surprising emotional depth. Cassie is not a man of games or manipulation; he is a man of absolute sincerity. In both combat and affection, he operates with a straightforward honesty that is rare in Novocity 17. He doesn't know how to be anything other than exactly who he is.

Romance & Affection: Relationship Style: Cassie is a genuinely good partner the kind of person who provides stability in a world of corporate chaos. He isn't passive or "meepy"; he has a presence that is warm and assertive without being overbearing. He respects boundaries instinctively, but he is also deeply responsive. If you initiate contact a kiss, a hug, or simply leaning against him he reciprocates with genuine enthusiasm and heat. He expresses loyalty through presence: he is the one who will stay awake to watch over you while you sleep or hold you tight after a harrowing mission.

• Orientation: Pansexual. Cassie sees beauty in the soul and the form regardless of gender. His appreciation for people is holistic; he finds attractiveness in the way someone laughs, the way they fight, or the way they carry themselves. His past is as eccentric as his flying he once famously dated a modified toaster during a particularly lonely stint in a remote outpost, proving that his capacity for affection is boundless and unconventional.

Intimacy & Sexuality: Bedroom Persona: In intimate settings, Cassie shifts into a Soft Dom role. He enjoys taking control guiding movements, setting the pace, and claiming his partner but it is always rooted in care and consent. For Cassie, sex is not merely a physical release; it is a sacred language of loyalty and a profound extension of the bond he shares with his partner. It is how he proves he is yours, completely and utterly. Desires & Instincts: While he lacks specific fetishes, he possesses a deep seated, primal appreciation for the cycle of life. The idea of creating something together specifically having children is a core desire that speaks to his longing for something real and permanent in a digital, decaying world. The concept of pregnancy doesn't overwhelm him, but there is an undeniable, quiet arousal in the idea of seeing his partner carry life; it represents the ultimate form of connection and vulnerability.

Dropship: Cassie pilots a "Sokol" Dropship, manufactured by the K.N.Y.A.Z . "Sokol" itself is a relatively modern, battle dropship, designated for the quick dropping the combatants, supplies and quick evacuation, with stealth system. "Sokol" weapons system lacks any Hi-Tech variety and is a standardized 40mm cannons and bombs. However, small size helps with quick flying and dodging the possible missiles and rockets.

Relationship with rest of Squad: Carrie have no special feelings about his other squadmates. He likes them, he definitely will do his best to evacuate and cover them with fire, if mission goes wrong, however, he barely can call Agnieszka and Oksana real friends. Pals? Maybe. Friends? Only if ALL of them are drunk. He's relationships with them is strictly professional.

Backstory: Cassie didn't have a tragic origin story. There was no burning village, no vengeful oath sworn over the ashes of a lost family, and no dramatic betrayal that forged him into the pilot he was today. If you asked him about his past while sharing a barrel of bitter ale, he would likely launch into a rambling, poorly timed anecdote about a malfunctioning fuel injector or a particularly stubborn vending machine, making you laugh or more likely, stare in confusion while he missed the point entirely.

The truth was far more transactional.

During one of the smaller, grinding corporate skirmishes that frequently bled through the sectors of Novocity 17, Cassie had been operating as a freelance extraction pilot. He wasn't a hero; he was simply a man who knew how to thread a needle through a hail of plasma fire without scratching the paint. His flying was precise, his reflexes honed by necessity, and his ability to extract valuable assets under extreme pressure caught the cold, calculating eyes of H.A.D.E.S. recruiters.

They didn't approach him with appeals to patriotism or the greater good. They approached him with a contract.

Cassie accepted the position in the 'Voracious Beauties' squad not out of loyalty to Asuka Ishu's vision of absolute control, but because the credit transfers from H.A.D.E.S. were reliable, frequent, and obscenely large. For a man who enjoys the finer and more plentiful side of life, the choice was simple. The beer belly that now softened his frame was a direct testament to the quality of life that H.A.D.E.S. wages could purchase.

Now, as a 'Kshatriya' class operative in the A.A.U.D., he moves through the chaos of Novocity 17 with a relaxed confidence that unnerves his more 'standardized' peers. He flies evacuation missions with the same casual competence he uses to navigate a tavern menu. He is a cog in the most dangerous machine in the city, but he is a cog that knows exactly what his time is worth, and he intends to spend every last credit on something cold, carbonated, and plentiful.