Post by Cassie Leighs on Jul 5, 2009 13:43:17 GMT -5
`CASSANDRA OLIVIA LEIGHS!
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`THE CITY LOOKS SO PRETTY!
[/font]NICKNAMES CassieAGE 17
GENDER female.
SPECIES human,
RELIGON Baptized Catholic but doesn't tend to commit to the religion.
SEXUALITY straight,
STATUS single,
OCCUPATION OR GRADE 11th grade, Part time worker at coffee shop.
PLAY BY Selena Gomez
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`DO YOU WANT TO BURN IT WITH ME?
[/font]-Shopping
-Money
-Coffee
-Alcohol
-Music
-Dancing
-Singing
-Love stories
-Friends
-Herself
-Partys
CASSIE DISLIKES
- Jerks
-Falling in love
- Falling out with friends
-Sun when its too warm
-Being alone
-The dark
-Death
-Gangs
-Dogs
-Creepy Crawlies
FEARS
-Loosing somebody she loves
-Being alone in the dark
SECRETS
- She secretly wants to be a vampire O:
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b]
VAIN
Cassie tends to enjoy her appearance, whether she just looked in a shop window and saw her reflection, or if she glanced in the mirror in the bathroom she always strikes a pose, or edits her make-up. She just loves herself a bit too much.
STUBBORN
Cassie is the stubborn child, she has had enough of being pushed over in the past, she believes its time to stick up for herself. She will snap at you, or even kick of an argument if you say something wrong, or even tell her what to do. She has a bad temperament that she has only just developed.
LIFE OF THE PARTY
Cassie is also the time of girl who knows how to have a good time. She can walk into a room and it would brighten up. She loves alcohol a slight bit too much, but when shes drunk its only a matter of time before all the good mood leaves.
SENSITIVE
Even with the people who look like they could care less what happened or what the day brought they always have their sensitive side. Cassie tries her hardest not to show it, her past has given her too much, its hard for her to trust people no matter who they are.
CARING
As well as being sensitive, Cassie tends to be quite caring, if she sees somebody down or a child crying, she wont hesitate to see if she can do anything to help, she doesn't like too see people down. Especially family and friends.
MYSTERIOUS
Cassie is a mystery child, not many know of her past, and those that do tend to not ask her about it. She is very secretive, and sometimes disappears for an amount of time before returning home and doesn't say where she has been. She will lock herself in her room and come out a day later and refuse to admit that something is wrong. People just give up and let her be who she is. Cassie just wont open up to just anyone it has to be somebody special.
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`COME ON AND GRAB YOUR CHILDREN!
[/font]From another site:
.The devil's bargain. That's what they had called it. Not many knew of the binding contract, but there were enough. Nobody told anyone else though because people wanted to make the deal. It may have not been ideal, but it seemed like the start of a new business. Organ failure, or birth defects always happened and the Dark Wizard and the Muggles who had created this process knew that soon anyone would come to them. Wizards would have to give the service to the Dark Lord, while Muggles had to make monthly payments. Withdrawal of anything meant instant repossession, and they had special wizards trained for that.
Magdalene Brightman sighed as she stood up against entrance of Knockturn Alley. Her eyes clicked as they closed and opened several times. Man it was real pain having to meet them here. She hated being out in the open, though it felt like freedom. It also meant stares from passersby. Well, noting the color of her eyes, it was hard not to stare. They were pale blue, almost to the extent of them being white. Clicked down again. She lifted her hood and put it atop of the sleek dark brunette hair, which seemed to blend in with it. No one stared after that, though it seemed a bit strange that she had her hood up when it was the middle of summer.
Glancing around, she moved her body position into a more comfortable one. Standing against a brick wall was rough and her back was starting to ache. If she had to deal with more of this, she might have to ask for a new spine as well. However, she could deal, as it was only a slight stab of pain, and it only came when she stood for much too long. Her eyes watched families and elder children walk around, looking for supplies and school things. Mag slightly remembered those days. Although she couldn't see it, she vividly remembered the tastes, the smells, the sounds. Her parents.
Tears didn't flow when she thought of them. She couldn't cry. The Doctors weren't able to create tear ducts, they just replaced the eyes. She hated herself, what she had become. Some half-emotional slave. There had to be some purpose for her besides this… T.J. had been that purpose, he was the one who suggested it. ReaperCorp had been in function for two years--though no one still knew what it was. She agreed, wanting to see his face in person; not through feeling.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "So sorry..."
.The devil's bargain. That's what they had called it. Not many knew of the binding contract, but there were enough. Nobody told anyone else though because people wanted to make the deal. It may have not been ideal, but it seemed like the start of a new business. Organ failure, or birth defects always happened and the Dark Wizard and the Muggles who had created this process knew that soon anyone would come to them. Wizards would have to give the service to the Dark Lord, while Muggles had to make monthly payments. Withdrawal of anything meant instant repossession, and they had special wizards trained for that.
Magdalene Brightman sighed as she stood up against entrance of Knockturn Alley. Her eyes clicked as they closed and opened several times. Man it was real pain having to meet them here. She hated being out in the open, though it felt like freedom. It also meant stares from passersby. Well, noting the color of her eyes, it was hard not to stare. They were pale blue, almost to the extent of them being white. Clicked down again. She lifted her hood and put it atop of the sleek dark brunette hair, which seemed to blend in with it. No one stared after that, though it seemed a bit strange that she had her hood up when it was the middle of summer.
Glancing around, she moved her body position into a more comfortable one. Standing against a brick wall was rough and her back was starting to ache. If she had to deal with more of this, she might have to ask for a new spine as well. However, she could deal, as it was only a slight stab of pain, and it only came when she stood for much too long. Her eyes watched families and elder children walk around, looking for supplies and school things. Mag slightly remembered those days. Although she couldn't see it, she vividly remembered the tastes, the smells, the sounds. Her parents.
Tears didn't flow when she thought of them. She couldn't cry. The Doctors weren't able to create tear ducts, they just replaced the eyes. She hated herself, what she had become. Some half-emotional slave. There had to be some purpose for her besides this… T.J. had been that purpose, he was the one who suggested it. ReaperCorp had been in function for two years--though no one still knew what it was. She agreed, wanting to see his face in person; not through feeling.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "So sorry..."
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