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Description
BASIC INFO

name: Cassandra
  ➣nicknames: Cass, Snaggletooth
gender: female
sexual orientation: bisexual
age: 7 years
creed: phantom
faction: marauder
voiceclaim: Zira from The Lion King

POWERS

➣Power - Description

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

body type: lithe and long-legged, the muscles she have are for endurance running and are not built for physical combat
brief description: a she-cat with long, flowing purple spotted fur. she is leggy which makers her taller than average, however she doesn't have a lot of weight to her. Her eyes are black and always leaking black tears, no matter her emotion or expression
    ➣When she was alive, Cassandra had white and gray fur; her base coat was nearly snow-white, and her spots were a soft gray. She also had yellow-green eyes.
scars: Cassandra has a few very small scars on the right side of her muzzle from an altercation when she was young, and three claw marks on her left shoulder from a Rank scuffle

STATS

➣Strength: 9
      ➣ -1
➣Agility: 14
      ➣ +2
➣Constitution: 13
      ➣ +1
➣Intelligence: 17
      ➣ +3
➣Wisdom: 12
      ➣ +1
➣Charisma: 10
      ➣ +0

PERSONALITY

✓ Alert: - quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances; vigilant - Cassandra is very attune to potentially dangerous or unsavory behaviors and situations. Because of this, she can react quickly in the presence of enemies or threats. This tends to lend itself to her seemingly paranoid persona, but in fact it's a useful trait for protecting not only herself but her allies.

✓ Dedicated: - devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity - In her Colony, her dedication was aimed at it's survival; this meant numerous hours hunting, finding useful resources, and guarding it against attack, all with a single-minded focus. Eventually, it was pointed at the prolonged survival of her family. And now, in death....well, that remains to be seen.

✓ Polite: - having or showing behavior that is respectful and considerate of other people - Acting polite in the Colony saved Cassandra from many fights; she found that politeness made other cats more likely to enjoy your presence, or at least not mind it, which made them more loose-lipped with their secrets, and cats are far less likely to attack those they feel any sort of attachment to. However, this politeness and seeming interest in other cat's lives is almost always a facade, not that they ever need to know that.

↕ Soft-spoken: - spoken or said in a gentle, quiet voice - Cassandra, when she talks, is generally quiet, with very little major inflection in her voice. It makes her come across as gentle and approachable, but also can be grating and unnerving after a while.

↕ Stolid: - calm, dependable, and showing little emotion or animation - Not negative and not positive, Cassandra doesn't show much expression, unless you count her eternal crying. She is fairly impassive and unexcitable, hard to whip into strong emotion one way or the other. This means that she's cool-headed in a crisis, but also comes off as cold and disinterested, which is not altogether untrue. When she is whipped into the rare strong emotion, however, it is loud and flashy and explosive.

✘ Secretive: - inclined to conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information - In the Colony, keeping your business and information to yourself was a valuable asset, and also a way of protecting yourself. Other cats could attack you to gain information, or snuff out information; it's best to not tell anyone anything. To others this comes across as paranoid; to her, it's just sensible.

✘ Apathetic: - showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern - Because of how and where she grew up and lived, Cassandra has grown fairly apathetic to the suffering and problems of others. Unless they are someone she is close to, she finds issues to be their own problems, and things that whining and complaining is attention-seeking and counterproductive. She can show cursory and polite interest in their interests, however, but is generally pretty uncaring about those too.

likes:
🎔 Napping - When given free time in the Colony, napping, especially in warm sunlight, was one of Cassandra's guilty pleasures. She could often, in times of prosperity, be found curled up somewhere asleep after her duties were completed.
🎔 Hunting - Cassandra is very agile, making her very adept at hunting. This mean she doesn't often go hungry, and it also helped raise her rank considerably.

dislikes:
☒ The Colony - After watching her mother die, and watching her children begin to whither away, Cassandra became disenfranchised with the Colony as a whole. Growing up she saw nothing wrong with it, but now...
☒ Fighting - Cassandra is physically pretty weak, which means that she's at a pretty large disadvantage in physical fights. Because of this she would like to stay out of them if at all possible.

fears:
🗙 Losing her family - After watching her mother die a preventable death at her paws, Cassandra is terrified of the same thing happening to her family. She doesn't know, or refuses to believe, that she is dead, and so thinks that she can eventually return to them and save them from the Colony. It's very likely her kits are already dead.
🗙 Truly being dead - Cassandra fears, almost more than losing her family, the thought that she is actually and truly dead. If she's dead, it means she can't return. And there's so many things she never got to do back on Earth that would be lost to her in death. And...well, that means surely someone had murdered her, right? She was a strong and healthy cat, last she remembered, and the thought of that betrayal stings bitterly.

goals:
🗹 Get back to her family; she doesn't believe this whole "being dead" thing, and her kits need her

HISTORY

Cassandra grew up in an...interesting colony. It was ran by three monarchs, referred to as the kings and queens. Every other cat was separated in a descending list of "ranks". First rank was just under the Kings and Queens; they got much of the same privileges. Your rank decided your life in the Colony; cats got to eat in the order of their rank, were given medical care in order of their rank, and the better your rank, the better your den and nest. You were born into your initial rank, taking the rank of the lowest-ranked parent. (Interbreeding between high and low ranks was generally frowned upon, and was cause for a rank demotion. )

From there, you could move up or down by either making useful (or poor) contributions to the Colony - catching lots of prey, failing lots of hunts, chasing off fearsome foes, etc. The Monarchs decided if you were due a rank change; if you moved up, that meant someone else likely had to move down. There was another way to change your rank as well: fighting and defeating, usually by death, the cat currently occupying that position. This was how the Monarchs most often got changed, however, as they wanted to maintain their position, they were usually resilient and strong.

All of these rules meant that the strong, agile, and intelligent occupied most of the topmost ranks, while the elderly, sick, and disabled made up the lowest slots. This meant that they often went hungry, encouraging them to either work harder or die off. It was not a fair or kind place to live, however most of those living in the Colony had known no other home or structure, and so did not know it could be different anywhere else.

Cassandra was born to a Monarch and a middling-ranked cat. Because this was considered to be a pretty large faux-pas, her father the Monarch was kicked out of his position and killed shortly afterwards, however no one was blamed for it nor punished. This means that Cassandra's middling mother, Wasp, raised her by herself. They occasionally went hungry, in the harder months, but were usually looked after pretty well. When Cassandra was still a kitten, she was attacked by a male who wanted her out of the way in the hopes of wooing Wasp; his thoughts were that looking after another male's kitten would make her less interested in a new mate. However, his plan backfired when Wasp caught him with his claws in Cassandra's muzzle, and he was promptly executed by her for his transgressions. In the Colony, murder for a reason was not forbidden, and often few cats truly cared if another died. After all, it was just one last set of paws in the competition of their lives.

Eventually, once she was old enough to start hunting and fighting for her Colony, she proved to be very fast, and very intelligent. She raised up in the ranks to become a high-middle because of her prowess, but barely managed to hold onto it. This is because, while agile, she was relatively weak when it came to fighting. Considered to be fairly soft-spoken and polite in a world of cruelty, she really only had one serious Rank contender, a male named Streaker who was never happy about Cassandra's birth; he had been a friend and adviser of her father's, so when he was disgraced Streaker also took the social fall, and fell several ranks when the new Monarch was placed.

Streaker tried his damndest to kill Cassandra, and managed to wound her pretty grievously on her shoulder. However, he was a large - and slow - cat, and she managed to use her speed to tear his throat out after a few long minutes of circling and striking. Because Streaker was lower than her in rank, she didn't move up at all, but because she held a relatively high position she was given medical care and made a full recovery, minus a few scars.

Around this time, her mother began to grow weaker and frailer, her health deteriorating, causing her to drop ranks very quickly. Because she was already very unhealthy, the lack of food drove her closer and closer to death's precipice. Cassandra desperately wanted to give her mother herbs, or at least part of her own share of food, however they both knew that if she was caught breaking the Rank Rules she would be punished and lose her rank or worse. Cassandra watched her mother die, and never really forgave herself for it.

She did, however, follow in her mother's footsteps. She took one of the Monarchs as a mate in secret, however the secret came out when her three kits, Cotton, Wildling, and Creek, were born; they bore some very distinctive marks from their father. While Cassandra was not punished, the Monarch, King Hyacinth, was sent to the bottom of the rank list, forced to work his way up again. This meant that their kits were also dropped into this rank. When they were weaned, they were forced to follow the same rules as their father, which meant they often went hungry. As they were children, this caused their condition to deteriorate very quickly, just like Wasp. Unwilling to let more family die when she could stop it, she decided that the Rank Rules could be fucked. She secretly passed them portions of her own meals, causing them to regain their strength. This was very suspicious, and she could tell the Monarchs were watching her very closely.

Her last memory was leaving to hunt for food and a new place for her, her kits, and her mate to live. And then......nothing.

INVENTORY

➣ Momento: Half of a wasp's nest, originally stuffed with flowers and left on the grave of her dead mother. Now worn around her neck with twine.

THEME SONG + PLAYLIST

theme: youtu.be/G5Z7dOG9SuM

playlist: coming soon

RELATIONSHIPS

  ➣Character - Relationship - Thoughts

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

"Woodclan, no matter how much I doubt their sincerity, offered aid to our clan after returning. While I refuse to ever take them up on it, and while I hope they receive their just desserts..." Dawnstar cocked her head slightly, face thoughtful, "I think this could be a sign from Starclan. Those who staunchly oppose our very existence, and those who were too scared of their own shadows to grow a spine are punished by their territory itself, while our clan and the clan that promised, even falsely, their support, were spared. It's poetic, at the very least." she purred. Listening to Brookfall, she laid her tail against her warrior's shoulders, hoping to calm her. The truth of the matter was the same thoughts were constantly in her own mind, but she could show such a lack of composure and confusion in front of anyone but her own demons.

"There was no reason for our exile," she sighed, keeping the bitterness out of her voice by force. "Remember, it was Starclan who brought me back to lead you, and bring our clan home as Owlstar breathed his last. With luck, this is a sign that they are showing their discomfit at last, and this is just the start of the punishment. I would not wish annihilation on any clan, but feeling the sharp bite of loss that another clan could save them from...I think that it is what they deserve, at the least."

PLAYER INFO

availability: I have college classes and a job (rip) but despite that I manage to get online for at least an hour or two every day, more on weekends, which means I should have more than enough time!

name on discord: Talon || Cassandra

rp location preference:
➣discord: ok!
  ➣google docs: preferred!
  ➣notes: ok but not preferred
  ➣comments: would prefer not to

CREDITS

art + character (c) Talonwhisker
reference and group concept (c) Labyrinths-End

Description
BASIC INFO

name: Cassandra
  ➣nicknames: Cass, Snaggletooth
gender: female
sexual orientation: bisexual
age: 7 years
creed: phantom
faction: marauder
voiceclaim: Zira from The Lion King

POWERS

➣Power - Description

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

body type: lithe and long-legged, the muscles she have are for endurance running and are not built for physical combat
brief description: a she-cat with long, flowing purple spotted fur. she is leggy which makers her taller than average, however she doesn't have a lot of weight to her. Her eyes are black and always leaking black tears, no matter her emotion or expression
    ➣When she was alive, Cassandra had white and gray fur; her base coat was nearly snow-white, and her spots were a soft gray. She also had yellow-green eyes.
scars: Cassandra has a few very small scars on the right side of her muzzle from an altercation when she was young, and three claw marks on her left shoulder from a Rank scuffle

STATS

➣Strength: 9
      ➣ -1
➣Agility: 14
      ➣ +2
➣Constitution: 13
      ➣ +1
➣Intelligence: 17
      ➣ +3
➣Wisdom: 12
      ➣ +1
➣Charisma: 10
      ➣ +0

PERSONALITY

✓ Alert: - quick to notice any unusual and potentially dangerous or difficult circumstances; vigilant - Cassandra is very attune to potentially dangerous or unsavory behaviors and situations. Because of this, she can react quickly in the presence of enemies or threats. This tends to lend itself to her seemingly paranoid persona, but in fact it's a useful trait for protecting not only herself but her allies.

✓ Dedicated: - devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity - In her Colony, her dedication was aimed at it's survival; this meant numerous hours hunting, finding useful resources, and guarding it against attack, all with a single-minded focus. Eventually, it was pointed at the prolonged survival of her family. And now, in death....well, that remains to be seen.

✓ Polite: - having or showing behavior that is respectful and considerate of other people - Acting polite in the Colony saved Cassandra from many fights; she found that politeness made other cats more likely to enjoy your presence, or at least not mind it, which made them more loose-lipped with their secrets, and cats are far less likely to attack those they feel any sort of attachment to. However, this politeness and seeming interest in other cat's lives is almost always a facade, not that they ever need to know that.

↕ Soft-spoken: - spoken or said in a gentle, quiet voice - Cassandra, when she talks, is generally quiet, with very little major inflection in her voice. It makes her come across as gentle and approachable, but also can be grating and unnerving after a while.

↕ Stolid: - calm, dependable, and showing little emotion or animation - Not negative and not positive, Cassandra doesn't show much expression, unless you count her eternal crying. She is fairly impassive and unexcitable, hard to whip into strong emotion one way or the other. This means that she's cool-headed in a crisis, but also comes off as cold and disinterested, which is not altogether untrue. When she is whipped into the rare strong emotion, however, it is loud and flashy and explosive.

✘ Secretive: - inclined to conceal feelings and intentions or not to disclose information - In the Colony, keeping your business and information to yourself was a valuable asset, and also a way of protecting yourself. Other cats could attack you to gain information, or snuff out information; it's best to not tell anyone anything. To others this comes across as paranoid; to her, it's just sensible.

✘ Apathetic: - showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern - Because of how and where she grew up and lived, Cassandra has grown fairly apathetic to the suffering and problems of others. Unless they are someone she is close to, she finds issues to be their own problems, and things that whining and complaining is attention-seeking and counterproductive. She can show cursory and polite interest in their interests, however, but is generally pretty uncaring about those too.

likes:
🎔 Napping - When given free time in the Colony, napping, especially in warm sunlight, was one of Cassandra's guilty pleasures. She could often, in times of prosperity, be found curled up somewhere asleep after her duties were completed.
🎔 Hunting - Cassandra is very agile, making her very adept at hunting. This mean she doesn't often go hungry, and it also helped raise her rank considerably.

dislikes:
☒ The Colony - After watching her mother die, and watching her children begin to whither away, Cassandra became disenfranchised with the Colony as a whole. Growing up she saw nothing wrong with it, but now...
☒ Fighting - Cassandra is physically pretty weak, which means that she's at a pretty large disadvantage in physical fights. Because of this she would like to stay out of them if at all possible.

fears:
🗙 Losing her family - After watching her mother die a preventable death at her paws, Cassandra is terrified of the same thing happening to her family. She doesn't know, or refuses to believe, that she is dead, and so thinks that she can eventually return to them and save them from the Colony. It's very likely her kits are already dead.
🗙 Truly being dead - Cassandra fears, almost more than losing her family, the thought that she is actually and truly dead. If she's dead, it means she can't return. And there's so many things she never got to do back on Earth that would be lost to her in death. And...well, that means surely someone had murdered her, right? She was a strong and healthy cat, last she remembered, and the thought of that betrayal stings bitterly.

goals:
🗹 Get back to her family; she doesn't believe this whole "being dead" thing, and her kits need her

HISTORY

Cassandra grew up in an...interesting colony. It was ran by three monarchs, referred to as the kings and queens. Every other cat was separated in a descending list of "ranks". First rank was just under the Kings and Queens; they got much of the same privileges. Your rank decided your life in the Colony; cats got to eat in the order of their rank, were given medical care in order of their rank, and the better your rank, the better your den and nest. You were born into your initial rank, taking the rank of the lowest-ranked parent. (Interbreeding between high and low ranks was generally frowned upon, and was cause for a rank demotion. )

From there, you could move up or down by either making useful (or poor) contributions to the Colony - catching lots of prey, failing lots of hunts, chasing off fearsome foes, etc. The Monarchs decided if you were due a rank change; if you moved up, that meant someone else likely had to move down. There was another way to change your rank as well: fighting and defeating, usually by death, the cat currently occupying that position. This was how the Monarchs most often got changed, however, as they wanted to maintain their position, they were usually resilient and strong.

All of these rules meant that the strong, agile, and intelligent occupied most of the topmost ranks, while the elderly, sick, and disabled made up the lowest slots. This meant that they often went hungry, encouraging them to either work harder or die off. It was not a fair or kind place to live, however most of those living in the Colony had known no other home or structure, and so did not know it could be different anywhere else.

Cassandra was born to a Monarch and a middling-ranked cat. Because this was considered to be a pretty large faux-pas, her father the Monarch was kicked out of his position and killed shortly afterwards, however no one was blamed for it nor punished. This means that Cassandra's middling mother, Wasp, raised her by herself. They occasionally went hungry, in the harder months, but were usually looked after pretty well. When Cassandra was still a kitten, she was attacked by a male who wanted her out of the way in the hopes of wooing Wasp; his thoughts were that looking after another male's kitten would make her less interested in a new mate. However, his plan backfired when Wasp caught him with his claws in Cassandra's muzzle, and he was promptly executed by her for his transgressions. In the Colony, murder for a reason was not forbidden, and often few cats truly cared if another died. After all, it was just one last set of paws in the competition of their lives.

Eventually, once she was old enough to start hunting and fighting for her Colony, she proved to be very fast, and very intelligent. She raised up in the ranks to become a high-middle because of her prowess, but barely managed to hold onto it. This is because, while agile, she was relatively weak when it came to fighting. Considered to be fairly soft-spoken and polite in a world of cruelty, she really only had one serious Rank contender, a male named Streaker who was never happy about Cassandra's birth; he had been a friend and adviser of her father's, so when he was disgraced Streaker also took the social fall, and fell several ranks when the new Monarch was placed.

Streaker tried his damndest to kill Cassandra, and managed to wound her pretty grievously on her shoulder. However, he was a large - and slow - cat, and she managed to use her speed to tear his throat out after a few long minutes of circling and striking. Because Streaker was lower than her in rank, she didn't move up at all, but because she held a relatively high position she was given medical care and made a full recovery, minus a few scars.

Around this time, her mother began to grow weaker and frailer, her health deteriorating, causing her to drop ranks very quickly. Because she was already very unhealthy, the lack of food drove her closer and closer to death's precipice. Cassandra desperately wanted to give her mother herbs, or at least part of her own share of food, however they both knew that if she was caught breaking the Rank Rules she would be punished and lose her rank or worse. Cassandra watched her mother die, and never really forgave herself for it.

She did, however, follow in her mother's footsteps. She took one of the Monarchs as a mate in secret, however the secret came out when her three kits, Cotton, Wildling, and Creek, were born; they bore some very distinctive marks from their father. While Cassandra was not punished, the Monarch, King Hyacinth, was sent to the bottom of the rank list, forced to work his way up again. This meant that their kits were also dropped into this rank. When they were weaned, they were forced to follow the same rules as their father, which meant they often went hungry. As they were children, this caused their condition to deteriorate very quickly, just like Wasp. Unwilling to let more family die when she could stop it, she decided that the Rank Rules could be fucked. She secretly passed them portions of her own meals, causing them to regain their strength. This was very suspicious, and she could tell the Monarchs were watching her very closely.

Her last memory was leaving to hunt for food and a new place for her, her kits, and her mate to live. And then......nothing.

INVENTORY

➣ Momento: Half of a wasp's nest, originally stuffed with flowers and left on the grave of her dead mother. Now worn around her neck with twine.

THEME SONG + PLAYLIST

theme: youtu.be/G5Z7dOG9SuM

playlist: coming soon

RELATIONSHIPS

  ➣Character - Relationship - Thoughts

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

"Woodclan, no matter how much I doubt their sincerity, offered aid to our clan after returning. While I refuse to ever take them up on it, and while I hope they receive their just desserts..." Dawnstar cocked her head slightly, face thoughtful, "I think this could be a sign from Starclan. Those who staunchly oppose our very existence, and those who were too scared of their own shadows to grow a spine are punished by their territory itself, while our clan and the clan that promised, even falsely, their support, were spared. It's poetic, at the very least." she purred. Listening to Brookfall, she laid her tail against her warrior's shoulders, hoping to calm her. The truth of the matter was the same thoughts were constantly in her own mind, but she could show such a lack of composure and confusion in front of anyone but her own demons.

"There was no reason for our exile," she sighed, keeping the bitterness out of her voice by force. "Remember, it was Starclan who brought me back to lead you, and bring our clan home as Owlstar breathed his last. With luck, this is a sign that they are showing their discomfit at last, and this is just the start of the punishment. I would not wish annihilation on any clan, but feeling the sharp bite of loss that another clan could save them from...I think that it is what they deserve, at the least."

PLAYER INFO

availability: I have college classes and a job (rip) but despite that I manage to get online for at least an hour or two every day, more on weekends, which means I should have more than enough time!

name on discord: Talon || Cassandra

rp location preference:
➣discord: ok!
  ➣google docs: preferred!
  ➣notes: ok but not preferred
  ➣comments: would prefer not to

CREDITS

art + character (c) Talonwhisker
reference and group concept (c) Labyrinths-End