Cassidy Wilson, who the hell is she?
An American, raised as the oldest alongside six brothers and two sisters in the small town of bum-fuck nowhere Georgia. Her nearest neighbor? An hour's drive away. Needless to say, redneck living was quintessential to her life. A Chet-and-sons owned Chicken farm that left visitors speaking in a southern drawl and questioning why they ever came, a Basset Hound named Rover, it really was the high life for a country cluck who'd never touched a cellphone in her life.
Shoveling chicken shit, gathering eggs, butchering once her pa taught her how- Cassidy grew to be her father Chet's pride and joy, and she loved it. New kids coming along and stealing attention away from her pa didn't bother the growing lady. The chicken farm, Rover, and tussling around with her siblings was usually enough to fight back the boredom and cabin fever that creeps on the average farmer.
Thankfully, for both the reader and Cassidy- incest in Georgia is far less common than, say, Florida or Alabama. She found the apple of her eyes when she was taking her dad's old farm truck into town to grab some chicken feed. A kid fresh out of home-schooled high school, and, after a bit of talking (and a stern talking-to from her dad after coming back so late), Cassidy learned more about this fella.
A farmer lad about her age, grew buckwheat across the county, before they knew it, their families would trade chicken manure for buckwheat to feed the chickens instead of having to waste profits. As time grew on, the families grew closer. Cassidy and the young farmer lad were getting along just the same, that was, until he broke up with her over a letter, describing that he had been offered a modelling job in Los Santos.
Begging him for another chance, Cassidy sent letter after letter, and to her disappointment, none were returned. Fed up, and unwilling to take a hint or give up, she bought a plane ticket with a small portion of the nest egg the old farmer's family built up. Up, up, and away towards a new start at Los Santos.