Title: LOCKE, cassandra p.
Cassandra Locke - September 12, 2007 04:38 AM (GMT)
__++hello. my name is…
name/nickname:: Lynn
age:: 20
experience:: 2 years
other characters here:: none
__++you can call me…
&&__basic information
full name:: Cassandra Pusztay Locke
nickname(s):: Casey, Case
birthdate:: October 25th, 1686
age:: 329; turned at the age of 24
ethnicity:: Romanian
orientation:: although married, she’s simply too old to be strictly heterosexual
species:: vampire
belongs to:: Meutrier Coven
title:: spy
&&__physical description
height:: 5’7”
weight:: 115 lbs
eye color:: greenish-blue
hair color:: brown with beach blonde highlights, always cut in a trendy way since she’s prone to seasonal makeovers. But nothing radical, like coming back home with half pink half puke green hair and a Mohawk
body type:: slim, deceivingly well-built, but softly curvaceous: strength and femininity in one neat package
distinguishing marks:: a bunch of tiny, barely visible freckles along her nose and cheeks
dress style:: When it comes to clothing, order and perfection are key concepts for Cassandra and things she thirsts for on a nightly basis. Her clothes are always pressed and well taken care of, not a stitch undone. Still, the vampiress doesn’t sacrifice style in her attires. Power suits, skirts, trench coats, pants, dresses, corsets, flattering dresses, and powerful high heals make up most of her night-to-night wear. Whenever hunting or on a work related warfare, she leans towards black leather or nylon paired with short-heeled boots. Nothing too ostentatious, but nothing that will make her feel less than pulled together… Case adores walking barefoot whilst at home, or simply naked; she finds it to be very relaxing. But that’s as casual as she’ll go: although dressing appropriately for the current era, the female vampire prefers a more classic style.
portrayal:: Mischa Barton
picture::
&&__personality test
likes::
- • raindrops clashing against windows
• moon gazing
• red wine
• tequila
• photography
• the scent of spicy food
• parties and social events
• the smell of blood and it's warmth running through her fingers
• the feeling of a cold floor under her feet
• sex
• men
• women
• architecture
• marble statues
• art in any shape or form specially photography, theatre and cinema
• power
• violence
• annihilation and chaos; your overall mayhem
• sunset
• sharing a hunt and hunting with her husband
- • incompetence
• excuses
• delays
• being told what to do
• losing
• sunrise
• idiots and morons
• monotony
• feeble minded people
• week men
• beer
• cockroaches
• clowns (scary freaks)
• being ignored
• showing vulnerability in public
• dirty, smelly or even slightly unkempt people; they’re downright disgusting
• petulance and arrogance (in others)
• looking at herself in a mirror during one of her tantrums
• recognizing her own mistakes
• feeling inadequate
• unnecessary rudeness
- • people watching
• star gazing
• walking naked/barefoot
• talking to herself
• watching the cityscape from rooftops
• playing with her food
• very cliché, but sometimes she thinks her own husband is a bad habit she can’t quit
general description:: Sophisticated and alluring, Cassandra gives off ‘telltale’ vibe, as if she knew all about the stack of porn magazines you have hidden underneath your bed since you were thirteen, just by looking at you. It’s a façade, of course, because unless an individual represents some kind of threat to herself, to Jakob or to her interests, she couldn’t care less about them. One could say that her angelic features, sweet smile and overall withdrawn demeanor would turn Case into the dream wife of every chauvinistic male vampire out there looking for a perfect find: she’ll only open her pretty mouth when she’s told to and won’t ever, ever fight back. Obviously whoever makes such statements about this vampiress, clearly doesn’t know her at all. Ask her husband.
To begin with, she is aloof, reserved and – unless the situation revolves around her job or another activity of her interest – a bit unfocused, but far from coy: modesty was never a problem for Casey. She is a young looking woman of sharp reason and intellect. When she concentrates on a task, or whenever she’s immersed in a chore that truly grabs her attention, then Cassandra will test her own limits, admitting nothing but perfection from the outcome of her acts. Strangely enough, she has a grotesque sense of honor that doesn’t let her back out from a promise she’d just made: if the woman gives her word she will see a specific individual burn up in flames, more than likely she’s not trying to be a tease… she’s being quite literal.
Cassandra is a crafty and manipulating individual, who walks around with enough self-confidence to be considered cocky, but no conscience or regard for the feelings of those outside her inner circle (by ‘inner circle’ read her spouse + the higher members of their coven). So don’t really expect a sincere apology from her for pushing you down a fly of stairs; chances are you were blocking her damn path, or at some point in time you did this little thing against her and here is part of Casey’s sweet, sweet revenge… the point is: either way, you deserved it. Another strong trace of her personality is that Cassandra can be a social butterfly, suave and smooth as velvet, if it suits her agenda. She has an uncanny sense of urbanity and diplomacy, two of the things that make her a treacherous politician and a good advisor.
Neither squeamish nor fainthearted, the Romanian vampiress is cold blooded – no pun intended – enough to gather her wits in difficult and dangerous situations without being distracted by fear or horror. She’s assertive, daring and highly goal-directed: Case takes a rational, no-nonsense approach to accomplishing her objectives… like stated before, she won’t shy away from the necessary tasks to get the job done.
As surprising as it might sound to the casual observer, Casey is a naturally violent creature and that’s how she reacts against things that don’t exactly please her: one moment she will look as if all is right in her world and then she will suddenly lose it completely… the young looking woman’s voice will make the walls tremble, such is the intensity of her tantrums; she’ll tear the place she finds herself at apart, rip another hole in whoever dares to look at her in a wrong way; only to go back to her quiet, angelic self just as unexpectedly as the rage attack came.
But please, don’t get her wrong. She’s not the cold, overly arrogant or all the time rude and bitchy type; quite the contrary. She’ll act politely around you – or at least around most people – and charm you with her smile; maybe the two of you will end up having a good time together and on rare, but known to happen, occasions even become friends. However, make no mistake: if it suits her needs, Cassandra will stab you in the back without warning… and she’ll keep that same charming smile plastered all over her face while she’s doing it.
&&__battle royale
artillary:: Desert Eagle Mark XIX, caliber .50AE (for the nights when it’s all about fun and lots of noise); a pair of SIG-Sauers P250 DC or Berettas PX4 Storm pistol for the night to night deals.
swordsmanship:: she doesn’t leave the bedroom without a quite sharp silver dagger that slips over her finger, much like a claw would; by the way, the female vampire is a fan of daggers, almost going to the extent of thinking about them as pieces of jewelry. She collects them and you wouldn’t want to be on her blade’s path if she ever came to throw one at you... Cassandra’s aim is accurate. But when dealing with animals as strong and big as lycans, a simple dagger isn’t enough as much as she enjoys them.
martial arts:: nothing specific, but don’t think she won’t bitch slap you to the after life
combat:: Never judge a book by its cover… or a woman’s strength simply by how beautiful she looks. Vanishing into thin air something she does extremely well. And no, this isn’t due to a pyrotechnic supernatural skill: Cassandra moves in a blur, fast and precise… silent and deadly. Moreover, to say Case leads her nightly life business with an iron fist would be an understatement – in more ways than one: putting it mildly, you don’t want to be at the receiving end of her slap or punch. Now, the female vampire didn’t go to the Orient in order to learn how to fight or anything of the sort, no. Ripping a folk spine through their mouth with her bare hands is a trick time had taught her.
&&__family history
father’s name:: Ioann Pusztay
mother’s name:: Anastasiya Pusztav
sibling’s name:: Andrei Pusztav
general history::
- - Born on a stormy night of October, in Bucharest Romania.
- First child of an influent merchant of that time and his wife, a descendent from a noble Wallachian family
- Although never acting cruelly towards his daughter, Ioann’s disappointment at not having a son as his successor was obvious; even more so after Andrei’s birth, seven years after Cassandra’s.
- Her father’s indifference caused a great impact on her personality, but her mother’s influence was also essential to Cassandra’s formation: by the age of twelve, the young girl started to show signs of the beautiful woman she’d become and under Anastasiya’s guidance, she learned that for a woman to get what she wanted in a society ruled by men such as theirs, kick and scream was not the wisest approach. Let’s face it: mom was a courtesan; she simply didn’t need the money other common whores would charge for the pleasure provided.
- The twenty one year old Cassandra Pusztav had already left a hidden tail of affairs and blatantly refused a couple of marriage proposals (like mother like daughter). However, one of those flings would be the cause to her rise and fall from grace… Dominique Fehér, the first man she truly loved.
- He was a talented Hungarian violinist and they planned their escape to Vienna so they could be together; when daddy found out, it was thanks to mommy that the lovebirds weren’t simply killed. But Cassandra was considered dead by Ioann from that day on.
- They were happy until 1707, traveling on tour around Europe; Vienna had been so receptive and The Austrian National Theatre was full to its capacity. Exhausted, but happy, the couple wanted nothing more than go back to the château they’d were accommodated at during the stay in Austria. It happened so fast; to this day, it still amazed Alexandra how fast everything happened. They’ve entered the carriage, only to notice a few minutes later the conductor seemed to be asleep. Dominique said something stupid and left a giggling Cassandra inside, going to check what could possible be the problem with the folk. All she heard was a muffled thud and then the door opened again; it wasn’t Dominique standing there though. The man gave her a simple choice: leave and see her lover for the last time, or stay inside and hear him for the last time. He even offered her his hand, such a gentlemen. Shocked and scared, Cassandra reached for it, only realizing the man’s hand was wet when she touched it. Taking her hand back wasn’t a smart move, because the man simply laughed and grabbed her arm, roughly pushing her out of the carriage… what she saw was enough to make her cry like a wounded animal. Dominique was on his knees and there was another man behind him, holding his head as if the man she loved was nothing but a rag doll… he was alive, but there so much blood running down his neck that she doubted he was still aware of his surroundings. When he opened his eyes a little and looked straight at her, she knew he was though. That’s how he died, since the man behind him chose that moment to break his neck. Maybe that was the moment Cassandra died too. Next thing she knew, the one who made her chose advanced on her and she felt a piercing pain at the base of her throat. It didn’t really matter; she welcomed the darkness and numbness. But her mouth was being invaded by this warm, coppery liquid… she was tired. Eventually, darkness came, only it wasn’t the one Cassandra hoped for. She woke up hungry for blood and revenge. The newborn vampire would get both in due time… Henry and Pierre LeBlanc were the vampires responsible for what happened. Pierre, the assassin and Henry the dearest one who sired her. It took the female vampire more than a century, but Cassandra dusted both of them
- Empty. Jaded. Silently despaired and entrapped in eternity. She had nothing left, so Cassandra turned to the one thing that still made her feel. Blood. During nearly a decade, Europe fell prey to her restless hunger, until out of nothing more than boredom, she settled with a coven.
- Who’d have thought within the bloodthirsty Meutrier was where she’d find the real love of her life? A concept by that point pretty much forgotten to her dead heart… but Jakob was there, and that crazy son of a bitch saved Cassandra in more ways than he’ll ever know.
- Maybe love was more than lust and blind passion, but it was at those moments that Cassandra knew with an almost scary clarity why they were together: she loved him… Jay was hers and she’d kill any other who dared touching him the way that drove him wild with need. It was insane, but she wanted the younger immortal to the point of even entertaining the idea she could change if he asked her to, so that he’d never kiss another woman like he kissed her when they were alone. At the same time, Cassandra wanted to mark him, hear his pained screams and have his blood running through her fingers as she licked it off her hands; she wished to have him inside her everywhere at once, tasting him, leaving his mark on her body, and God damn vampires for healing so fast, because she wanted to look down at herself a night later and still be able to see the evidence of their obsession with each other. Sometimes Case finds herself thinking about their years together. These thoughts were specially fueled by the moments where she would catch herself watching her husband sleeping peacefully at her side, after a couple of passionate hours… Paris’ streetlights and the moon bathing their bedroom in a weak silvered glow. He had such a gorgeous body, the skin so soft… this was a pattern by now: before she knew what she was doing, Cassandra’s fingers would be teasing the exposed area from his neck, only to plant a feather like kiss on the nearest shoulder blade and observe the downward progress of her hand, while the female vampiress wondered how could it be possible to feel so much for another being. At least Cassandra wasn’t alone in all this madness… the feelings were mutual.
Did it make her a fool? Maybe, but she was past the point of caring.
&&__proving your worth
role-playing sample::
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| Burning red passion. Anger. Livia understood those emotions better than anyone else. She lived nearly two thousand years with the stuff running through her veins on a nightly basis, and she realized how powerful a raging monster could be when there was nothing more than fire conducting their actions. No man was small or ludicrous enough that he could not become a giant in moments of fury. Like the destructive force of a cyclone, even the most passive of humans would sweep everything on his path in a split second of disclosed wrath “that is a coincidence, for I have been surrounded by many, many vampires as well…” extending her hand in challenge, Livia dared in a candid tone “but if you are as fearless as you claim to be, dear friend, close the distance between us and take my hand.” An angel wouldn’t look as innocent as the vampiress at that instant, and she continued “I will count to sixty before lowering my hand… and I do not mock you, nor believe you are a mad man. I simply test the veracity of your own claims. Would you rest more at ease if I assured you offering you immortality isn’t high on my list either?.” She was a liar, an opportunist, a politician in spite her dubious mental stability. A natural born manipulator, to put it mildly… but was Livia playing just another of her games with this young man? Or was she simply asking questions? Under the ever watchful night sky, anything was possible. And the proverbial clock was ticking… “astute. one who is perceptive… or has an incredibly good judgment over his or her surroundings. Am I astute? No. Not when my anger gets the best of me… even if I do love the taste of blood in my mouth, I am not astute when my heart is filled with emotions not even my age gave me enough control over. Or perhaps I am sufficiently wise to play the innocent sheep before you, little one. Or maybe I am as astute as you are angry and ironic.” A thing was certain: Livia wasn’t in the mood for intimidation… not the direct kind. But a creature as old as the vampiress simply couldn’t shake off the perennial aura encasing her… she wouldn’t be incredibly surprised if her companion thought she wasn’t as young as the other vampires he declared to met over his short life. “Think before you speak. Think before you act. Think before you even think about existing. Think, think… think. Without that, you are nothing. Your ability of coordinating the bundle of images and other stimulus running wildly inside your head is what defines you. Logical thinking, irrational thinking, emotional thinking… you know something? I am sick of all this thinking! Let the ignorance of the masses be the power of those very few who are not lazy enough to think. Quit thinking… action and reaction is the future of mankind. Make our job easier. As you are, you are barely more than animals anyway.” The elder was pushing him alright. But the spark she seen on those green hues was most entertaining and that was what she was after, wasn’t it? Some sort of distraction? Thirty seconds. “I know everything about you” omnipotent and ever present. Those were part of what being Gods was, right? She didn’t need his name in order to know the whole sordid story and history of his life. Just like countless vampiress passed her by, too many angry faceless humans walked past the female elder. Unique? Did they honestly believe that crap? None of them was unique. “I thought you were in an angry mood, but now I see you are cracking jokes. Tear someone’s throat out? Friend, whilst there is not an ounce of doubt in my heart you are as capable of killing as I am, right now, you are as harmless as a baby left naked in the dark cold woods.” Very amusing comrade indeed. Existential crisis felt so much better when they were not your own, didn’t they? Shaking her head in an unaffected manner, as if saying ‘nonsense dear, I take absolutely no offense with the pun, please continue’, Livia waited until the young man was over “Freud was a nice man to talk to, but he had too many issues of his own to even start analyzing other people’s troubles” Hello? As if Liv here was a walk in the park kind of gal. But seriously. He had the nerve of attempting to analyze Livia! So, she was not among his greatest fans “I am sure you are fine. And alive. And fearless. And I am sure those three words pretty much summon up your whole existence.” Time out… and yes, she was being ironic, at least when defining the young man’s life. His last question made her smile “actually, I am not famous for my patience… so I’d say… no. People found alone in the dark either means traitors trying to ambush me; an informant hiding from said traitors or a hunt. And on all those cases, a psychoanalyzing section most certainly is not how their night ends.” |
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erin - September 25, 2007 10:48 PM (GMT)
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