<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div>Cassandra Keisling/Fang<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stun Damage:  0<br/>Lethal Damage: 0<br/><br/>Edge:  6/6<br/><br/>Spirits:  <br/>Tuatha deDanan (Force III Spirit of Man, Bound) 11 Services.  <br/><br/>Spells:  <br/><br/>NY: 1,100<br/></div></div><br/>Later that day, Cassandra would work her way through her fiances with a bit of a smile.<br/><br/>She would put 3,000 down towards rent and bills for the Old Redel House.  She'd then contact Kyou—the young Yakuza lieutenant who handled her case—and her rear as frequently as he could get away with.  “Kyou-san, I've got  your money for the month, and I have another 2,000 to pay down my debt.  Would you like digital transfer?”  She crossed her fingers that he wouldn't want to meet in person.  He wouldn't pass up the chance to grab a feel, and it made her stomach flutter quite a bit more than she wanted to admit.<br/><br/>Finally she'd send a digital likeness of a hand written letter on aged velum, sealed in red wax with the image of a snake's fang, too Professor Damian Usher—a friend of her father's who worked as a talismonger.  She shared some news from her life in a non-specific enough fashion that it couldn't easily incriminate him.  She asked if he had any news of her father, and put in an order for the materials to bind a class three salamander. She included 10% more than he would usually charge for those products.  The streets had taught her that money couldn't buy you love, but it certainly could buy you a lot of good will.<br/><br/>8,150 new yen the poorer, Cassandra couldn't repress a deep feeling of accomplishment.  She'd gone through most of her resources, yes, but she was covered for the month, her debt reduced to 13,000 and had several more weeks to spend earning pure profit.