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Cassandra Märchen

    (04/06/2016 at 01:14)
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Character Name: Cassandra Märchen.
Gender: Female.
Age: 19.
Blood Status: Halfblood.

Homeschooled until age 14
Hogwarts Ravenclaw, class of '46

An apartment in Fulham, London

Questionably sane? Unemployed.

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?
MoM, Department of Mysteries.

Requested Magic Levels:
Adult characters have 32 starting levels to distribute across these four categories (less levels can be used if you so desire, but no more than 32). The number of levels on the lowest ability must be at least half of the highest ability.

If you want levels above the usual 32 total, or a significantly uneven distribution of starting levels, please fill out and submit the Special Request form here.

  • Charms: 8
  • Divination: 10
  • Transfiguration: 7
  • Summoning: 7
Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?
um, the rest of the fam? Märchen army here we come.

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:
Joy Detora, Clarence Letterman, et al.

Biography: (300 words minimum.)
(A little backstory, a preface to the lists she uses to make order in an unorderly life; Cassandra Märchen, 19 years old, a younger brother named Paris, Gryffindor '49, she's pretty in a haunted sort of way, and sometimes she doesn't know if the things she sees are real or not.)

Three things Cassandra has known since the beginning (whatever 'the beginning' was; sometimes it seemed like the beginning of time, and other days it seemed the beginning of yesterday):
1. She is Daddy's little princess, and that is how it should be.
2. But Paris is a mama's boy, and sometimes she watches the two of them and wonders why it's not her standing next to Mother, hiding behind Mother, laughing with Mother, picking flowers and cooking and playing with Mother.
3. That they are all (or feel like, and most days, there wasn't a difference) older than they seem.

Three things Cassandra had to learn:
1. That whenever she feels something strange or out of the ordinary, she isn't supposed to talk about it.
2. German and French, and Latin.
3. That emotions weren't meant to be talked about either; as her Father had once memorably told her in one of his rare bouts of sternness -- "That's what we have a piano for, liebling," -- and at age 10 she takes to playing ivory keys instead of talking.

(There's a trend or a thread of something somewhere in here, but Cassandra is stuck and she can't find it, hands pressed against the glass, red stains left in her wake--)

Three things Cassandra still doesn't know:
1. Why she flinches away from mirrors sometimes. (she does know; out of the corner of her eye sometimes she catches sight of a city burning to the ground and a thousand ships, white sails billowing)
2. Why she sometimes feels her own unimportance sneak up on her, pull her under, drown her in its suffocating embrace, and laugh. (she does know; she doesn't deserve what she has, and sometimes that harsh truth pounces, and everything tilts and tinges red)
3. Why she lies to everyone, even herself. (she does know; it's in her blood, and anyways, some things are too hard to bear.)

(In summary: a Daddy's girl with a questionable mental state, a girl too sharp for her own good, a little porcelain doll speaking in tongues and playing piano; Cassandra plays many parts, and eventually they coalesce into a whirlwind of personas to wear.)

Once upon a time, she sings, and maybe these cards are out of order, because it feels like she's ending at the beginning? Once upon a time, a little girl was born, and three years later, her brother Paris was born. They lived happily and maybe Cassandra didn't go to Hogwarts until she was 14 and Paris had been able to go for his first year, but Cassandra didn't mind.

It was probably better for the both of them, anyways. And then she'd graduated and she'd been told in no uncertain terms to take a year off by her Father, so Cassandra took a year off, because Daddy said so.

(Daddy knows best, Daddy knows best.)

Then Cassandra got to get her own apartment (and she loves Paris, truly, but she does not need to live through another fifteen years of his using up the hot water), and she swept out the door without a second thought.

All dreamers must wake, but Cassandra was putting off that waking for as long as she could.

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

Option Two -
The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there. 

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:
It was almost Christmas, her first where she wasn't living in the house anymore, and she glided through Diagon Alley with an absent smile on her face, gloved hands in her warm coat pockets.

(One thing she'd learned from her life so far; Britain's winters were cruel, cruel things, and she wasn't about to freeze to death.)

Cassandra paused to linger by a shop, almost subconsciously not looking at the shop window for too long, or too intently the way that the other shoppers were. Daddy had said she had a "fragile mental state," though why she had no idea (she was perfectly sane), but it seemed that one of the quirks that nobody else shared with her was not looking in reflective surfaces.

It seemed that she had stopped too long; she hadn't realized that nobody else shared her apparently easy grace in the throngs, and she had barely registered the source of her fall before she fairly sprawled on the ground.

Tinsel fell on her like a scarf, and she couldn't help giggling a little.

"I am so sorry! This blasted snow!"

A smile. "It's fine," she assured him. Pianist fingers came up to absent-mindedly fiddle with the ends of the tinsel. "Christmas decorating?"

She made no move to remove the tinsel around her neck, seemingly having forgotten all about it.

How did you find us? i followed a trail of fairy dust (aka Google)

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    (07/06/2016 at 19:54)
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