Post by Cytherea on Feb 11, 2013 16:24:08 GMT -8
Name: Cassandra Diane Hunt, Royale
Birth date: April 3rd, 2297
Personality: Cassandra is not a peace maker, but rather one with whom peace needs to be made with. She is snobby and tries with all her might to be the best boy ever. She loves fighting (with her special weapon and with her sharp tongue) and also protecting. She can’t stand girls who swoon and faint and cling onto their boy’s arm, and it’s obvious she’ll never do it. She’s fine with yelling and poking fun at others (not in a very nice way, normally) and doesn’t try to reason with them. She normally doesn’t think before she acts, or says. No one in their right mind would insult her or talk back at her. If things don’t go her way, get out of the way. She has a fiery temper.
She is a Royale who detests being a Royale. Living on such wealth as her family had was making her sick, so she ran away into the Subterrean wilderness. She doesn’t care about whom she steals from, or where she gets what she wants, but only that she has it. She’d picked a few pockets while living as a Royale, and she was right comfortable doing it with Subterrean people as well. The one thing she’s never going to do is grovel for anything.
What she looks for in a boy: She doesn’t care, is what she says, (but what she means is that she doesn’t know). Any boy who tries to protect her will find it harder than they had anticipated. If she had to describe him to anybody, he’d have to be a strong boy, but one who will pull her up to fight alongside him, not one who pushes her behind him and away from harm. She only wants a boy who can knock sense into her head by shouting it at her. Only a boy with enough nerve to yell at her will gain her trust and, possibly, her love.
Appearance: Cassandra is much different in how she looks than in how she acts. She is the most beautiful Royale in history, and she detests it with all her heart. She is 5 ft. 5, and 20 years old. Her body is strong, but she can’t stand how weak and girly she looks. She has long, red curls, bright, blue eyes, a slender, strong form, perfect teeth, a perfect nose, and not very Royale clothes at all.
Even though her family is rich, she always manages to ruin her clothes somehow. She prefers short skirts over long ones, since long ones always have to be ripped off anyway to be able to do anything worthwhile like climbing trees or using her weapons. Her favorite outfit is a knee length deep blue dress with black boots, a black, short sleeved jacket, and a black headband.
She has a special weapon that she made for herself when she was 13. They are two knives with some special attachments. Now, you’ll have to bear with her here. She has never killed anybody with her knives, just very crucially injured them. They are advanced and super tech, and she’s always improving them. Press one button, and the blade will turn into ten, branching out from the original. They have many other interesting abilities, and she’s quite proud of them.
History: Her history is rather sad, I’m afraid. Her parents married, had her, and despaired. It was obvious on her 3rd birthday that she was not at all like them. She was energetic, naughty, and a bit rude, while they were quiet, soft-spoken people, with calm demeanors. They tried to train her in the Royale way, but everyday just grew more and more depressed.
Cassandra didn’t want to be a Royale, and it was her dream to have to face life and death situations, stay out of school, and protect lads in distress. She knew that her parents didn’t really love, at least, not the way other parent’s loved their children. But they were rich, and she tried to love them not just because of that reason.
But eventually she gave up hope. And that despair turned into anger. And at that point, something crucial happened. Instead of her anger turning into hate that she would beat down upon others, her anger and hate beat down upon herself. It changed her, and she almost felt like giving up life. That’s when any shred of trying to become the child her parents had always wanted died away and was lost forever. She decided she could no longer bear living as a Royale, and planned to someday run away.
And she did.
And it broke her down, and it branched from the fact that she had never experienced love.
Birth date: April 3rd, 2297
Personality: Cassandra is not a peace maker, but rather one with whom peace needs to be made with. She is snobby and tries with all her might to be the best boy ever. She loves fighting (with her special weapon and with her sharp tongue) and also protecting. She can’t stand girls who swoon and faint and cling onto their boy’s arm, and it’s obvious she’ll never do it. She’s fine with yelling and poking fun at others (not in a very nice way, normally) and doesn’t try to reason with them. She normally doesn’t think before she acts, or says. No one in their right mind would insult her or talk back at her. If things don’t go her way, get out of the way. She has a fiery temper.
She is a Royale who detests being a Royale. Living on such wealth as her family had was making her sick, so she ran away into the Subterrean wilderness. She doesn’t care about whom she steals from, or where she gets what she wants, but only that she has it. She’d picked a few pockets while living as a Royale, and she was right comfortable doing it with Subterrean people as well. The one thing she’s never going to do is grovel for anything.
What she looks for in a boy: She doesn’t care, is what she says, (but what she means is that she doesn’t know). Any boy who tries to protect her will find it harder than they had anticipated. If she had to describe him to anybody, he’d have to be a strong boy, but one who will pull her up to fight alongside him, not one who pushes her behind him and away from harm. She only wants a boy who can knock sense into her head by shouting it at her. Only a boy with enough nerve to yell at her will gain her trust and, possibly, her love.
Appearance: Cassandra is much different in how she looks than in how she acts. She is the most beautiful Royale in history, and she detests it with all her heart. She is 5 ft. 5, and 20 years old. Her body is strong, but she can’t stand how weak and girly she looks. She has long, red curls, bright, blue eyes, a slender, strong form, perfect teeth, a perfect nose, and not very Royale clothes at all.
Even though her family is rich, she always manages to ruin her clothes somehow. She prefers short skirts over long ones, since long ones always have to be ripped off anyway to be able to do anything worthwhile like climbing trees or using her weapons. Her favorite outfit is a knee length deep blue dress with black boots, a black, short sleeved jacket, and a black headband.
She has a special weapon that she made for herself when she was 13. They are two knives with some special attachments. Now, you’ll have to bear with her here. She has never killed anybody with her knives, just very crucially injured them. They are advanced and super tech, and she’s always improving them. Press one button, and the blade will turn into ten, branching out from the original. They have many other interesting abilities, and she’s quite proud of them.
History: Her history is rather sad, I’m afraid. Her parents married, had her, and despaired. It was obvious on her 3rd birthday that she was not at all like them. She was energetic, naughty, and a bit rude, while they were quiet, soft-spoken people, with calm demeanors. They tried to train her in the Royale way, but everyday just grew more and more depressed.
Cassandra didn’t want to be a Royale, and it was her dream to have to face life and death situations, stay out of school, and protect lads in distress. She knew that her parents didn’t really love, at least, not the way other parent’s loved their children. But they were rich, and she tried to love them not just because of that reason.
But eventually she gave up hope. And that despair turned into anger. And at that point, something crucial happened. Instead of her anger turning into hate that she would beat down upon others, her anger and hate beat down upon herself. It changed her, and she almost felt like giving up life. That’s when any shred of trying to become the child her parents had always wanted died away and was lost forever. She decided she could no longer bear living as a Royale, and planned to someday run away.
And she did.
And it broke her down, and it branched from the fact that she had never experienced love.
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