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[CASSANDRA HALIFAX]

CASSANDRA AVIS HALIFAX


"With knives and pens, we made our plight.
Lay your heart down, the end's in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right."

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underneath the crushing weight of the world
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NAME: Cassandra Avis Halifax
RACE:Vampire is how I roll
AGE: 293 / 23
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
BIRTHDAY: February 3, 1716
ASSOCIATION: Valen
TITLE: N/A
OCCUPATION: Musician for Talent Entertainment and Records
PLAY-BY: Zooey Deschanel

play the part that you've been dealt by the herd
MOUTH AND NOSE BENEATH THE SURFACE

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EYES: bright blue
HAIR: Brown hair that falls just past her shoulders and is most of the time left wavy because she’s too lazy to straighten it.
WEIGHT: 117
HEIGHT: 5’3’
APPEARANCE:

Cassie doesn’t really have a definitive style, at least she doesn’t feel like she does. She wears things for comfort, not necessarily fashion. Being fashionable means nothing to her, she buys things she likes whether they are brand names or not. Most of the time she wears blue jeans, not skinny jeans, and a multitude of band tees. She preferred being barefooted but that was stupid to do when outdoors so she wore converses or simple sandals. A pony tail holder or some sort of wrist band can always be found on her because she hates leaving her wrists bare. The symbol of the Valen coven was small but noticeable on the red and black thread necklace she always wears no matter what.

WEAPONRY:

Though Valen are not known for carrying any special sort of weaponry, Cassie had taken a special interest in the anime Rurouni Kenshin and the character Aoshi who wielded two kodachi. However, attaining these weapons in the 90’s was not the easiest of tasks yet she managed to attain two well crafted kodachi that are most of the time locked up in her room. Sometimes she wears them on her waist depending on where she is travelling that day. Because of her admiration for the character Aoshi, she dedicated herself to learning his ways of the kodachi and is quite fearsome when wielding the twin blades. However, she does not wish to have to use them. But she will most likely only have two trench knives strapped to her waist. They are excellent for close quarter combat and their handles have sharp spikes that she can use to smash into people if she decides to punch them while wielding the blades and prove to be adequate for any opponent. She has never and will never carry a gun.

EQUIPMENT:

She doesn’t walk with much because she hates having to carry things around. Most likely, she’ll have her cell phone, credit card, and iPod shoved in her pockets. That’s about it. Occasionally, she’ll carry around her acoustic guitar but most of the time she finds it easier to leave it at the music studio or in her room.

ABILITY:

N/A

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if ever brave enough to stand in their way
OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF MIND, WE REMAIN

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LIKES:
Rock, Metal, Alternative music
Playing guitar (electric is her favorite) and singing
Italian food, it’s about the only food she can tolerate but she loves it
Writing poems and songs
Helping others
Friends
Blood, and lots of it
Painting
Performing on stage
Walking around barefoot when possible

DISLIKES:
Her height
The fact that she was turned at a rather young age
Combat of any sort, unless pushed
Tattoos
Those who threaten anyone close to her
Backstabbers
Isolation
Having no reflection, it makes her feel even more like a freak
Dependency on blood, though she does love the precious liquid
Priests…one tried throwing holy water on her once and she went uncharacteristically ballistic

STRENGTHS:
Using her kodachi and trench knives; close combat
Singing and performing on stage
Calming people down
Taking care of others
Agility and speed
Older vampire, more experiences and wiser

WEAKNESSES:
Her coven, if they were threatened or killed she would probably crumble
Has trust issues because of all the issues in her life
Horribly insecure
Sharing her feelings
Chocolate

QUIRKS/HABITS:
Singing to herself when it gets quiet
Talking aloud to herself without realizing it
Tapping her fingers to an unheard beat when agitated

FEARS:
Death
Being alone without a coven
FEAR and the Numot
Never finding Daemon

GOALS:
Finding Daemon - though she’s not sure if she’ll kill him or just severely punish him once she does find him…
Keeping everyone in the Valen coven safe

PERSONALITY

While most of the Valen’s love sex, Cassie found a love in music and art. She uses both to try and forget about her pessimistic reality and try to focus her energy on something more positive, but it only works for a little while because when the music ends and the paintings are gone depression is always lurking. Though she is usually content when playing music or painting, the sadness always finds a way to affect her. She is usually shy and soft spoken but can occasionally be sarcastic and blunt if you get her irritated enough. Cassie is very shy and often times keeps her comments to herself, but man whores and enemies will sometimes receive sarcastic remarks. However, she usually works to maintain a cool façade and keep a small smile on her face. When tensions start to grow she tries to settle everyone down and is sometimes successful. Cassie is incredibly well mannered and always says ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘yes sir’ especially when someone she is speaking to his of higher rank, but for other covens she has little tolerance but will respect their leaders.

Her insecurities and mistrust stem from all the pain she suffered through when she was younger. Also, her small height and thin frame often times make her feel insecure. People often doubt her ability because she does not seem like much and she truly does not feel as though she amounts to much.

Cassie is motivated by the need to help others around her despite her situation. She cares more for her coven than herself and is willing to put her life on the line to save theirs. When they are troubled, she will try to help them to the best of her ability. Listening when they just need someone to talk to, helping them when they’re sick, getting them out of bad situations…anything and everything they need her for, she’ll be there – albeit with a disapproving look. All she wants is for those in her coven to be happy.

and you start to paint a picture
OF A WORLD JUST OUT OF VIEW

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MOTHER: Teagan Bennett, 38, deceased
FATHER: Michael Bennett, 45, deceased
SIBLINGS: only child
OTHER: Daemon Halifax, 319 , unknown but presumed living
PLACE OF BIRTH: Bibury, England
RESIDENCE: With the Coven, whatever few that may be.
HISTORY:

Cassandra was born into a middle class family in a rather small village. It was easy enough for her to get along with those she surrounded herself with and she loved her village life. She was a happy child from birth until she was around sixteen. Always she was allowed the freedom of running around with the ‘lower class’ children whom she played and learned with. Her parents never seemed to mind, they would always smile at her and encourage her to be out as much as possible. They did ensure that she learned proper etiquette and how to dress, but other than that, she as just a little girl with a free spirit.

Thatcher was a boy of the village whom she had met at the young age of three and known up until she was sixteen. The two were basically inseparable through the years and only grew closer as more and more time passed. Soon, the two fell into something that most that close are bound to fall into, love. It went by unnoticed by them and everyone else at first, but then they started realizing their feelings for one another. Both were overjoyed to find the other reciprocated their feelings…but Cassie’s parents were not too thrilled. In fact, when they discovered that a ‘peasant’ was courting their daughter they were outraged and kept Cassie from being able to leave the house. Being the obedient daughter she was, she complied without question though it depressed her greatly. So she was cooped up in her house for a few weeks living mechanically before her mother finally broke the news to her of an arranged marriage they had for her.

Rage had consumed Cassie then, she had simple dreams to be with Thatcher and her mother was taking them all away from her. But she was a subservient daughter and despite her fury she could not deny her mother’s wishes. She did, however, lock herself in her room for a few days, only opening the door to accept food and water but nothing else. People were ignored and notes were burned in her small hearth. Cassie spent her days writing poems and singing songs to herself while she became more hollow inside every day. Finally, after ten days of solitude, she emerged from her room with a smile on her face and pain in her eyes, ready to meet her future husband.

He was an older man – about 20 years older – and his name was Nathan. Since he was a duke, her parents believed he was the perfect match. Oh, indeed he was, a perfect match in hell. Cassie married the terrible man and suffered beatings on a daily basis throughout the miserable ordeal. She lasted five years with him. Though she was bruised, beaten, and broken she was still living but barely. Death had never looked more welcoming before. But of course, things could never go Cassie’s way. Nathan ended up growing tired of the girl once he saw her spirit had shattered and would never come again so he annulled the marriage and sold her off to be a sex slave to some mysterious man who paid him a large sum of money. Unfortunately for Cassie, this man was no ordinary sex slave.

Of course her life just had to become more complicated. Cassie had resigned herself to a life as a sex slave until she finally died but this would not happen either. The man who had bought her turned out to not be a man at all but a vampire. Did he desire sex? Yes, but he was not an evil man like Nathan and actually had some odd motivation to keep Cassie alive and he didn’t want sex from her, he just wanted to save her. But she refused any sort of food, wishing to die rather than live. Daemon – her new ‘captor’ – attempted to force feed Cassie but to no avail, she just made herself throw it up. When he tried binding her and feeding her, she just spit it in his face. She could sense his frustration and she was trying to get him to break and just beat her to death but nothing ever goes how she wanted.

He bit her. Yes, it caused her much pain and she actually thought he was giving her to death until she woke up and realized he had damned her to eternal life. She planned on refusing blood but when she woke she was weak and he had cut his wrist and fed him her blood and she almost couldn’t stop herself from drinking. How sick. However, when she was strong enough, she found herself much improved though her desire to live was still not very high. Daemon tried to help her start fresh but she did not want anyone’s help.

Instead, she tried to sneak out one night, unnoticed, and back to her village that was actually not that far from the house in the forest Daemon resided in. She wanted – no needed – to see Thatcher…she did not realize that five years changed everything. She found him alright, but he was in bed with another woman and had two kids sleeping soundly in another room of his house. This is the point where she truly broke and she could barely find her way to the forest as she fled his house. Once in the safety of the trees, she collapsed to the ground and let out her pent up sadness and anger, pounding the earth and crying her heart out. There she lay, for hours, crying her frustrations, unaware of Daemon’s presence the entire time.

A few hours before the sun began to rise, he made his presence known by gently picking her up and cradling her to his chest. She clung to him desperately as she continued to cry while he moved them back to his house to escape the harmful rays of the oncoming sun. He was old enough to where it would not hurt him too badly but it would most certainly kill Cassandra. For weeks she wallowed in self-pity while mechanically drinking the blood she was offered but never saying a word, merely staring at the ceiling. Finally though, Daemon grew tired of her misery and slapped her across the face. It was enough to cause her eyes to light with rage as she leapt to attack him but he easily caught her wrists while she glared at him venomously. Seeing the look in her eyes, he laughed and let her go as she became irritated and confused.

He gave her a beautiful smile and told her ‘Welcome back.’ Understanding dawned, she glared at him and crossed her arms, ‘I believe that striking me was unnecessary.’ Swiftly, he was up and had her pinned to a wall, giving her a look of such intensity that she attempted to squirm out of his reach. ‘You were acting foolish. It is the only thing that I could think of to bring you out of your depression.’ She had merely glared at him again in response, earning an even angrier one from him. Needless to say, she was shocked when she felt his lips crash onto hers, feeling the passion that came from up. And of course she did the logical thing, she slapped him.

Staring wide eyed in shock, he just looked at her while holding his cheek as she gave him a defiant look. Defeat had filled his eyes as he shook his head and turned to walk away. Of course she just had to shock the both of them by darting in front of him and forcing a kiss of her own upon him that he eagerly returned. When they broke apart, he gave her a questioning glance and she beamed at him causing a smile to form on his face. They took it slow though. Taking the time to really get to know one another before they were married and consummated their eternal relationship… well, she thought it was going to be eternal.

About two centuries later, World War I was occurring when that fateful day came. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, except for the fact that Daemon was mysteriously absent. A note was in their kitchen and she picked it up, ‘Farewell My Love, May we meet again in the future. Eternally yours, Daemon.’ That was it. No explanations, no details, no reasons…he was gone. But she did not shed a single tear as she folded the note and stuck it in a small bag she owned along with a few other essentials. She was off to fight in war.

Of course, she had to fight at night but it was more fun that way, sneaking up on an enemy and killing many. It was World War I where she acquired her beloved trench knives and it was World War I where she decided combat was not the way she wanted to go. She had entered the battle with anger burning within her and keeping her going but afterwards, she felt nothing. So when the war was over she decided to just wander aimlessly with no real goal in mind. America seemed like a fresh place to start since it was a completely different continent. The note and her last name were the only things she kept from her past. Other than that, she moved on and into America, travelling about to experience the varying cultures.

Early on, she learned guitar and soon began composing and performing her own songs. Eager to begin her potential career in the 90’s, she moved to New York to find her opportunity with Talent Entertainment and Records that was coincidentally owned by the Valen coven leader. At first, she did nothing to participate in the coven but soon, she began trying to help it out. She then became a member of the coven since it only seemed natural. They were not fighters – though they could rise to the occasion – and they enjoyed music and the arts. Cassie had no sexual desires, she didn’t trust anyone in that way, but she could seduce those she needed to in order to acquire her goals. The bitterness of the past, however, has hardened her heart and she is no longer trusting of anyone. Though she is not a fan of the wars, Cassie supports her clan in all its endeavors and can hardly tolerate anyone but the Teryn.

She still is searching for Daemon who she feels is still alive….

bring it with you as you dream
MAYBE YOU CAN WAKE UP TOO

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EXPLAIN YOURSELF: Well I came to this site because I stalk Jimi x3 My charrie is from ToT and I wanted to bring my little sassy one back…though bringing Artemis was somewhat tempting, but she would have to be older than the age cap xD
MEMBER TITLE: Surprise me… ._.
EXAMPLE:

Dane wiped the lingering sweat from his brow has he peered through his magnifying glass at the brain lying exposed on the table in front of him. It was quite an ugly brain but it was to be expected from a fighter. However, he was still saddened that he had not seen a good brain or at least an intriguing one in quite some time now. Scarborough’s brain was one he desperately wished to get a hold of for who knew what lay beneath the cranium of the twisted doctor. His brain must be a magnificent specimen indeed. Filled with blackness and brilliance all at once, being able to think of the cruelest punishments and the most cunning torture devices, creating weapons that many dreamed of but few could create… the mind of a criminal and a genius all at once. But the brain of Scarborough was an unattainable dream. So Dane was forced to settle with the brains of lowlifes who barely had any brain activity if at all. The brains were subpar and probably thought of nothing less than fighting for survival never holding dreams or aspirations just feelings of fear and desperation.

With a frustrated sigh, he dropped the metal instrument he had been using to prod the brain shoved the organ away from him so that he could slump over the table. He ran his hands through his already messy hair while his mind travelled back to early in the ruins. A giant man had run into him while Dane had been searching for a certain type of material to make sedatives with and the oaf just happened to be lying near the spot where Dane needed to be. Naturally, Dane politely asked the man to move but rather than just oblige him he decided to try and punch Dane in the face. Stupid man. Without hesitation Dane had dodged and pinned the man to the ground, dislocating his jaw within seconds of the attack. But Dane soon ended his misery by giving his neck a firm jerk to the right and then the left to break his neck and end his life quickly. He then had to go through the trouble of carrying the man’s body from the ruins of the city to the Institute just to extract the brain from him. All that trouble for nothing.

He pulled the brain a bit closer as his fingers traced the odd patterns of the dead organ and pried it apart. Nothing. The brain was absolutely dull and reflected much of the brutish man whose head it once inhabited. “Poor thing never had a chance. So much abuse in the small skull and nothing to think about except fighting. Not very entertaining for a brain I daresay.” Not that Dane felt his brain was treated any better. He took a swig of the half empty whiskey bottle and let out a rather crude belch. “Excuse me,” he said despite the fact the only thing in the room was the dead man’s body with his head open and empty, the brain, and Dane himself. He glanced at the dead body and made a tch’ing sound, “What a waste of your bloody brain’s you imbecile.” Another swig of his bottle and he soon realized it was empty. He tossed it carelessly behind him and stood up wearily to find another bottle of some sort of alcohol. Maybe this time he’d actually feel something from it.

PICTURES:

Kodachi
Trench Knife

And Cassie pulled the trigger…