I was an orphan at birth, never knew my parents.
I was left at the orphanage (thanks mom, thanks dad).
one day while I was only a toddler, a man of some great renown comes along and declares my name to be Cashara Aivion. wow, what a name. unique, and it stuck.
I always had a knack for getting into and out of trouble, and standing up for the oppressed wasn't really a bit deal for me. so, when I grew out of the orphanage, I became a cop. one of the only few females in the whole force.
no, really, almost the only one. there was like, one to two others there, all working dispatch. But not me, I worked out ion the field.
After a few rounds and call outs, they decided I was the first and last to go out.
When ever they had a suspect but no proof, I went out undercover. the sweet girl who any guy would ether kill or rape or get taken out on a date and become the sweet heart of a mob boss.
but, if the situation was dire, and they needed back-up, I was the one they sent to clean up the mess.
When I was in still in the force, I was sent out as back-up for a close friend of mine, real close.
When I got there, he was shot right before my eyes.
after that, I work as hard as I could to get rid of the pain I felt.
and that is when I found out about the corruption in the force.
when I reported it, I was booted out.
at that point, I worked for an informant I had known for a while. only one who really offered the job to me. He was a bit of a slug.
A night club owner that, after he gave me the information I was looking for, always invited me to bed with him. I always refused.
Now, I get these messages from this group looking for some more muscle.
it was always signed A Friend