Post by cassandra scaevola on Mar 5, 2010 20:13:19 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if CASSANDRA ALANTE SCAEVOLA should fall behind...[/b]
"bum bum bum..another one bites the dust..yeah and I keep walking"
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age 17.
, rp experience 8 years now.
, how you found us been posting a lot on here already.
, contacts pms, email.[/size][/ul]
`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames cassy, sandra.
, age appears 18.
, date of birth January 5.
, species faerie - elf.
, canon x .
, face claim brookelle bones.[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight 105 lbs.
, tattoos&piercings ears, snake bites, belly button, tattoo of a bleeding angel on her back.
, distinguishing features her beauty, eyes.
, physical flaws looks weak, really skinny.
, personal style emo, cute, smexy
., general description
HUMAN FORM: Cassandra is a beautiful girl of a weak appearance, almost as though she could not handle herself which is very contradictory to how she truly is. She has longer, shaggy black hair, that comes to her mid back, often having bright highlights in her hair. She has black irises representing how dark her personality and history are, almost a trigger to those who get on her bad side to step back. She is rather short and very thin, not having much muscular build to her. She often is seen wearing make up and cute, vintage clothing that is a bit of her own unique style. Usually her outfit consists of some typed of ripped clothing and high heals.
FAERIE FORM: Like everything else in her human form except for her skin, her wings are black. They are beautiful and shed small sparks, magic dripping off of them as they portray her amount of power and strength. Her eyes become more metallic, a shiny black swirling in her intense irises. Her finger nails grow longer in this form, almost as a defense mechanism in case she needs the use of physical attacks. Her skin is a sparkling alabaster, something she received from her family lines. No fairy has ever been quite like this one in appearance and personality combined, all together beautiful and strong.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center]- boys
- sex
- torturing
- being bad ass
- tattoos
- high heals
, dislikes
- show offs
- stupidity
- weaklings
- love
- being alone
- boredom
, strengths
- independence
- bluntness
- dominance
- strong in every way
- successful in her endeavors
, weaknesses
- being underestimated
- looking weak
- being overly dominant
- arrogant at times
- unforgiving
, goals
- destroy the world
- doesn't have many goals because she generally hates life
, fears
- being alone
- being put in her place
- being backstabbed
- not finding love at all (secret want of hers)
, secrets
- wants to find love
, personality Cassandra is quite a doozie. She's can be a complete bent up bottle of fun if you are on her good side. What does she mean here? Well, if she likes you and you don't get in her way or seem weak, it's all good. She comes across as arrogant and belligerent, although this is only due to her past experiences. She'll be a playful, trustworthy friend to those who fit these circumstances. She might even have lust towards you, but never love. It would never be possible for her to LOVE someone! Oh the horror. Ahh well, just don't fall in love with her otherwise, your friendship might be a little postponed.
Second, oh right, there's always the catch. If you get on her bad side, run or expect to get punched and beaten to a pulp. She is a little violent if you truly make her pissed off. She absolutely despises those who try to rule her and often does not bow to anyone, not even the king or queen of either court. She moves around and does not make herself belong to any such court due to that exact reason. The only way that would ever happen is if she was able to rule. Many people who see her, think she's a cold heartless woman who goes out of her way to be a bitch to everyone. For your information, she just has had problems in the past and she is easily annoyed and angered.[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father Alexander Scaevola.
, mother Ginger Thorn.
, sibling(s) half-sister - calla.
, pet(s) none.
, other family none.
, history
Cassandra was born many nights ago, not knowing her actual age, only knowing the age at which she stopped aging completely, so at 18. As far as what got her to that point, she hardly can recall what happened, she has glimpses of her past though. These glimpses aren't positive, not at all, down to the very last detail, they are nightmares. She considers it a mystery that is so horrible, that it may be worthless to find out what really happened. These looks into the past show of her being beaten and there were indications of rape. She does not honestly know either of her parents, or her schooling, but has learned from other faeries in the present time period. She no longer is with the first faeries that took her in, but she will forever thank them for their care.
She spent many years not talking to anyone, just letting people pass over her, not responding much at all. She was just frozen in time for a long time before she could even speak. The person who raised her, Dapheline, triggered something in her mind, a picture of a mother she would have imagined to be hers. She finally spoke to her, opening up to a few other people, being trained more so. She began writing, a brilliant writer.
As she grew older, her writings grew larger and larger, always writings she kept to herself, some of them hinting at her experiences, others showing some of her emotions. They became large journals where she stacked in her room as they were kind of everywhere, invading. This soon disappeared when some faeries had murdered the faerie she considered to be her mother now.
From this point on she became rather silent again. She traveled between both the seelie court and unseelie court. She has yet to meet her sister who she has no idea to be her sister. Only the names of her real parents rests in her mind, the memories yet to be deciphered. She works for both courts in multiple opportunities. Her quest to find love is a secret one, many failures ahead of her because of how she is.[/size][/ul].[/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title the beautiful bitch.
, rules word . -admin edit-
, rp sample
Serenity stepped down the alley that was filled with shadows that also was painted by the streaming moonlight. The soft tapping noises coming from her heals echoed softly in the abandoned alley with the soft thud of music coming from inside the bar. Her eyes glanced up at the moonlight for a moment, it captivating her once more as the mystery of it always did. It was like a calling in your nature that you couldn't ever tire of. She felt the wind blow gently against her pale skin, her dress softly waving with i as her hand rose to rest on the door, only to flick it open. She took a few steps in heading directly to the right as she took a seat in a dark corner where she wouldn't be bothered nor seen quite that easily.
Her eyes slipped their red to honey as she locked eyes with a waitress heading towards her and snapped. The waitress turned automatically as she had inset in the mind of the woman to go get her a bit of blood. One of the corners of Serenity's lips turned up as she thought about the decent use her power had come in for her over the years. Two thousand years, something she hadn't really celebrated because after you have been around for so long, there isn't much use in counting, but she knew major dates as to when she would turn another thousand years old. So much had happened and so much time she had spent just enjoying the pleasure of hunting and taking other human lives and learning. What was there left to learn? That was certainly the question. She considered as her head tilt before the waitress came back with a wine glass of blood.
Serenity tenderly grabbed the glass and brought it to her red lips as she sipped softly as her eyes closed for a moment. She moaned softly in pleasure before placing the glass back on the table and crossed her legs. Back to her question, oh yes, what was there to learn. Well, she had always meant to find someone to be with or to "investigate" the inter workings of love, but she is not really the type to settle down with someone. She tried for over a hundred years with a few people and eventually just gave up, only to end up with a few more deaths on her hands. She fell into her own thoughts before she heard the door click as heavier footsteps than her own headed towards her.[/size][/ul]
` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
