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My profile for many RPs to come. She was created for another forum, but since that forum is no longer active, I wish to use her here.

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Name: Cassidy, known as Cassie to many.
Age: 14
Gender: Female

Height: 5’ 5”

Weight: 125 lbs

Eyes: Sapphire Blue, but often hidden behind her mask

Hair: Blonde. She wears bangs with slightly longer pieces to the sides of her face. The remainder of her hair is split; part of it is twisted up, and the rest is bound in a low bun. Feathers adorn both sides (2 per side) held onto the hair by sapphire blue bulbs.

Clothing: Mask of silver that sits on her nose (covers upper face only with small spots for eyes). Decorated with raised designs of swirls and dots. Loose white long sleeved dress shirt is left with top two buttons undone. Loose black straight black pants sit atop ballet flats style shoes (Black with white bow). Choker style necklace that connects to a dangling necklace, which has a single blue star. Normally wears a black jacket atop shirt (though shirt pokes out a bit beneath). Very classy looking, though strange with mask on.



Personality: Untrusting to most people, and very calculating. She is young, but not naïve in any way. She holds herself up with a dignified air and believes herself to be higher than most. However, when compelled, she will perform random acts of kindness towards others. She guards herself very tightly, and is all business when on the job. Check RP Sample for more in depth.

Current Occupation: Unemployed. Has been multiple jobs to get by.

-->Chooses sides according to her own intuition.

Starting weapon: None beyond nails, teeth, and wits.

Bio: Cassidy refuses to talk much about things, but that is because she has always been a loner. She does not feel the need to have many friends, as she thinks they get in the way. However, this may have been the result of her upbringing. She was raised in a loveless home, with two parents that spent all of their time away from each other. She was forced into learning to look after herself, and so she rarely has ever thought of caring about others.

Her family was not poor. She was given a grand education, or was, until the day she left. She swore she would leave her bickering family behind; they never noticed her absence.

Read Below for more.

RP Sample/Background:

Cassidy walked down the street, her mask of shame hiding her eyes, or rather, what lay beneath her eye, throbbing in pain. The freezing kiss of the metal resting on it eased the dull ache. Resting a hand on the mask above the spot, she readjusted it, making sure it would not fall off. She would be ashamed to show her face in her current state, and her pride would not allow it.

“You picked flowers? For me?” the woman’s voice was apathetic, unmoved by her daughter’s gesture.

“Yes,” the girl responded, all emotion hidden from her voice. “I had thought you would enjoy them, since you cannot get up any longer. They are fresh.”

“I have no love for flowers, Cassidy. You know that.”

The girl bowed her head, her bangs obscuring the woman from her view as she fought down her emotions. She could not show anything on the surface; it was forbidden. “I erred, Violet. I am sorry.”

When she straightened, the woman was already turning in her chair to write another letter. If Cassidy didn’t know better, she would have sworn the woman was fine. Aching of joints kept her bound in her room daily now.

“Cassidy, tell James he is needed. We need to discuss the manor’s up keeping.”

The girl turned, walking robotically from the room. There were no ‘Yes mothers’ here. The words mother, father, and even daughter, were banned. Cassidy was no more than a servant by their cold demeanor. Only her lavish belongings proved otherwise, but Cassidy knew this was only because the servants watched out for her.

Walking down the street, she searched for a suitable spot to start looking for work. She was unafraid of getting dirty, for her life had been nothing but chores at her home. She worked from sun up to sun down, running errands and learning foreign languages. Violet and James had never paid her mind. She remembered clearly her father’s angry face when she reported to him Violet wanted him.

“Again?”

“Yes sir.”

He thrust himself upward with such a force his chair fell over. “Damn that woman! Always bothersome. First she wanted a damn child, and now she wants to start some damn research facility! Wastes of money!”

On the surface, his daughter was emotionless, uncaring and calm. Inside, she was ice. It was commonplace news that she had been an accident, but every time she heard them announce it openly, she felt her heart twitch from being stabbed. They never owned up to her, never called her daughter. She had been slapped when she called James “Father” years before.

The throbbing increased as the memory flooded back, and tears stung the cut. She stopped, lifting the mask just enough to wipe the tears away. Inwardly she cursed. She knew better than to care. Emotions hurt you. Emotions got you slapped.

She swallowed, gathering every ounce of courage her small frame could handle. Raising her head, she said in a quiet voice, “I’m tired of fighting.”

Her parents turned, each of their fists raised from their shouting.

Her courage grew. “My name is Cassidy Ruth Fife, and I am the daughter of James and Violet! I am a noble, born into wealth and given ever-“

The slap left her head ringing, and her teeth aching. She clutched her face in agony, wincing as she moaned. Tears escaped her shut eyes.

“Never say those words again!” her father hissed from between clenched teeth.

Her blue eyes lifted to meet his, and for the first time, they were brimming with emotions. Above all, anger. “I am your daughter! I have lived here for thirteen years in silence and I will not be silenced any longer!”

“You are no daughter of ours!” Violet’s voice screeched. “We have no daughter!”

James raised his pocket knife, brandishing it at Cassidy. She kept her head held high, defiant, even as he slashed.

The pain subsided. She let the mask slide back into place. Stepping into a nearby shop, she noted it was a book seller. Approaching the owner, she pointed at the hiring sign in the window.

“I’m here for a job.” The words were emotionless.