Cassie, also known by the Parahumans Online username WagTheDog[3], is a devoted member of the Sons of Bitch.[4]


Enthusiastic and dogged in her pursuits and passion, Cassie shows the ability to insert herself into a group and rapidly become indispensable.


Rachel Lindt Edit

Near worshiped her in the beginning, this grew into a mutual respect as time went on.

Sunny Edit

Her golden retriever partner in the sons of bitch.


Described as 'Biracial'[1] with blue eyes, brown skin and coarse brown hair. Like many in the Rachels group Cassie sometimes accessories her outfits with spiked dog collars and similar.[5]

Abilities and PowersEdit

Is a competent henchperson with a wide variety of skills, including cooking, animal handling,[2] and letter writing though she wrote in a near scrawl.[6]

History Edit

Background Edit

Unknown if she had a family or if they would even miss her.


Cassie was first seen on Parahumans Online with the username WagTheDog[3], looking for a way to become Bitch's underling. While more difficult then anticipated, Cassie was ultimately successful in joining, after receiving a message from Charlotte. She would eagerly help at the base, preparing food during Skitter's tour around the territories.[4]

Bitch told Cassie that "she did not have all the answers" nevertheless Cassie was able to convince Rachel to let her into the 'Gang'.[7]

Cassie takes up residence with Bitch in earth Gimel, performing many indispensable tasks such as cooking, writing letters for Bitch, and taking care of the dogs.[8]

Post-Gold MorningEdit

After the Gold Morning she accompanied Bitch on a mission to retrieve a child taken by its father in a custody dispute.[7]

References Edit

  1. 1.0 1.1 Imago 21.6
  2. 2.0 2.1 (She said to write what she said. All of it.)

    (She hasn’t said anything for a long while. She growled at me when I started to walk away tho. Oh here.)

    I did what you said. Is quiet. Have tents and dogs and am hunting with dogs. Hunting fucked up bull things.


    Very quiet with no people. Learning to cut them up. (The bison not people).

    People are cutting down trees to clear space around portal, but easy to stay away from them. Simple way to live. Nice but miss toilets.

    (We all miss toilets)

    Tattletale visits, brings dog food and tools, tents.

    Is what I wanted for long time. Except others, my people, but they are okay and I can take a break and ride for while if they get on my case.

    Being around you wasn’t simple or quiet but things made more sense. Your minion with dark hair said we need to be around people but I’m around people and still feel somethings missing.

    Fucked up. Makes me angry. Tattletale tried explaining but whatever.

    Going to take puppies to your place again soon. Show the kids to them. Might help.

    You have plan, okay. But if your plan means you’re thinking about fighting us you should know I am getting very good at hunting and skinning things.

    Sucks somehow but can’t really understand why. Maybe see you at next Endbringer fight. We both stay alive. Try hard.

    That’s all.

    (Signing off – Rachel and Rachel’s excellent minion/henchperson/letter writer) - Excerpt from Drone 23.3
  3. 3.0 3.1 Interlude 19.y
  4. 4.0 4.1 WagTheDog is the enthusiastic blue eyed, dark skinned girl who made the hamburgers. - Comment by Wildbow on Imago 21.6
  5. Rachel glanced down. It was Cassie who had spoken. She was warily looking at the people they were passing, drawing closer to Rachel and Bastard. Her dog was a golden retriever, a little out of place alongside Bastard and the more imposing scent dogs they’d brought. Well groomed to the point of shining, though its hair was long.

    Rachel looked down at the girl. Dressed in a dark brown to Rachel’s gray-white, Cassie had grown her hair long, tying it back into a ponytail, fuzzy earmuffs in place with the half-circle of metal beneath her hair. The elbows and sleeves of her jacket and pants had been patched with a heavier material. Her only nod to fashion was a spiked collar she wore, and a badge on her arm, which had a series of letters.

    She’d asked once, and she’d gotten an answer. Wag the dog. It was supposed to be a joke, but Rachel didn’t get it, and the explanations had only confused her more. - Excerpt from Teneral e.4
  6. The last letter was handwritten in a spidery script. - Excerpt from Drone 23.3
  7. 7.0 7.1 Teneral e.4
  8. Drone 23.3