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The Basics
Name: Cassandra Devereaux (formerly Ella, as in Cinderella. New name, new life, right?)
Nickname/Other names: Cass
Gender: f
Age: 17
Hometown:Kingston, Far Away
Canon: Cinderella
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Chloe Grace Moretz
Appearance: Cass has kind of a ragged look to her when she first arrives. She would probably be kind of pretty cleaned up, but her entire life since early childhood has been in rags and handmedowns, either too tight or too big and full of patches. Her hair is a nondescript, kind of mousy, light to medium brown. It's worn just past her shoulders, and cut rather raggedly. She hacks it from time to time with a pair of shears when it gets in her way too much or gets tangled. Its usually pulled back into a simple ponytail on her neck. Her nails are short by necessity, and the sides bitten from nerves. She'll probably stick with jeans and tshirts now, as she has no idea what to do in fancy clothes at the moment.
Personality: Cass is just a little sarcastic at times, its a vent for her bitterness that she tries to hide. It's also a little bit of a defense mechanism, though nobody has really tried to get close to her in years.
She is quiet with people she doesn't get along with, and people she barely knows. On good days, with her stepsis Anastasia, before 'The War' they'd chatter like magpies and play with each other's hair, and share each other's clothes and dolls'. Now there really isn't anyone she knows well enough to share her inner feelings so it's all kind of pent up. God help anyone who manages to break the barrier, she'll end up talking their ear off once she finally lets go.
Again, she's a little bitter about what life has dealt to her prior to arriving, though she though she had it hidden well. When deliveries or guests for the family arrived, she kept up a good face, not letting her resentment show, always smiling sweetly while daydreaming of the butcher knife in the kitchen drawer. Now that it is behind her, it's going to be hard for her to let go of that attitude, maybe she never will, who knows? Whether she can or not, her old routine of smiling while thinking whatever the hell she wants, keeping up the saccharine sweet persona will probably work like a charm.
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Cassandra was born into a good family of more than moderate means in a tiny provincial town. Her parents were wonderful people, though she has very little memory of her natural mother, who died when she was very small. Her father tried to compensate by showering her with gifts and pretty things, though the best thing he gifted her with was his time.
As she got a little older, her father was worried about leaving her alone as he was a merchant and needed to travel. She was too old for the cradle and a nanny, too young to be left alone, so when she was five he remarried. The woman seemed nice, and had two sisters for her as playmates. It should have been perfect.
Not long after the marriage her father died in a mysterious carriage accident, leaving her orphaned.
Immediately after the funeral, before she could even change her shoes, her stepmother began rearranging their lifestyle. She ran through money quickly, trying to project an air of wealth, but without a steady income, it was simply a bad choice, the first of many. The servants were dismissed, and Ella began to pick up the slack.
Bitter about the situation, her stepmother's frivolity, and the deterioration of the property, it frustrated her to no end. As and act of protest she began wearing old clothes all the time, even when guests arrived. She made a point of being seen cleaning the floors and the walls, even though they were already spotless, which embarrassed her steopmother throughoughly. (which was of course the point)
A natural clean freak, most likely a tad ocd, once started she couldn't seem to stop. This led to passive aggressive behavior from her stepsisters, tracking the house as soon as the floors dried, and often being denied nice dresses by stepmum during their yearly purchases. Instead they were a little plainer than Anastasia's and Drusilla's but still perfectly presentable.
In the ongoing rivalry she began dressing more like a servant, and took over cooking the breakfast as well as taking care of the animals. As a result she began being treated like a servant, and in one last act of defiance in the escalating war (who even knew what the point to it all was at this stage?) she began sleeping near the fireplace, often waking up with soot stains on her clothes. As a joke they began calling her Cinderella, even when they had company, which pretty much ended any goodwill that might have remained.
Key Moment: Ella was out gathering food in the forest close to home, when she looked up and everything changed in very subtle ways.
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Ella looked up from the bushes, confused. She had set the snare there, she was sure. Even the bushes looked a little off, in some way she couldn't pinpoint. A little smaller, the color wasn't quite the same. She must have been more tired than she thought. She shrugged and brushed off her skirt, and began clomping for home. They could just have cauliflower tonight, those wenches didn't deserve her efforts anyway.
"Miss...it's time to be getting home."
She spun around, reaching for a nearby branch at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. In a town this small she knew everyone, and the last thing she wanted was to be pressed into a chain gang, it sounded almost worse than home.
"Who are you...I was on my way home, what do you want with me?", she demanded, even as she began backing away.
"It won't do any good, miss. You're going to have a new home now, and you'll need to know the way."
All right, now she knew she had either completely flipped out, or Drusilla finally called her on it and actually sold her to white slavers like she'd been threatening for years.
"Oh, there's no point in running. We have a couple of guards stationed at the park exits. Look, I don't know what you think I'm about, but why don't we discuss this. Haven't you ever dreamed of a nice clean home...fresh food...dignified employ, transportation of your own?" he offered his arm, waiting for her response.
"Clean home? How clean are we talking about?" she mused as she slipped her arm in his, letting him take the lead.
Member Name:notaprincess
Member Age: 29+
Other Characters: n/a
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: not entirely sure how I found this site. Probably from ads on other sites lol. Every animation site I've been on has died horrible deaths, crossing my fingers on this one.
Name: Cassandra Devereaux (formerly Ella, as in Cinderella. New name, new life, right?)
Nickname/Other names: Cass
Gender: f
Age: 17
Hometown:Kingston, Far Away
Canon: Cinderella
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Chloe Grace Moretz
Appearance: Cass has kind of a ragged look to her when she first arrives. She would probably be kind of pretty cleaned up, but her entire life since early childhood has been in rags and handmedowns, either too tight or too big and full of patches. Her hair is a nondescript, kind of mousy, light to medium brown. It's worn just past her shoulders, and cut rather raggedly. She hacks it from time to time with a pair of shears when it gets in her way too much or gets tangled. Its usually pulled back into a simple ponytail on her neck. Her nails are short by necessity, and the sides bitten from nerves. She'll probably stick with jeans and tshirts now, as she has no idea what to do in fancy clothes at the moment.
Personality: Cass is just a little sarcastic at times, its a vent for her bitterness that she tries to hide. It's also a little bit of a defense mechanism, though nobody has really tried to get close to her in years.
She is quiet with people she doesn't get along with, and people she barely knows. On good days, with her stepsis Anastasia, before 'The War' they'd chatter like magpies and play with each other's hair, and share each other's clothes and dolls'. Now there really isn't anyone she knows well enough to share her inner feelings so it's all kind of pent up. God help anyone who manages to break the barrier, she'll end up talking their ear off once she finally lets go.
Again, she's a little bitter about what life has dealt to her prior to arriving, though she though she had it hidden well. When deliveries or guests for the family arrived, she kept up a good face, not letting her resentment show, always smiling sweetly while daydreaming of the butcher knife in the kitchen drawer. Now that it is behind her, it's going to be hard for her to let go of that attitude, maybe she never will, who knows? Whether she can or not, her old routine of smiling while thinking whatever the hell she wants, keeping up the saccharine sweet persona will probably work like a charm.
~~~~~~~~
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Cassandra was born into a good family of more than moderate means in a tiny provincial town. Her parents were wonderful people, though she has very little memory of her natural mother, who died when she was very small. Her father tried to compensate by showering her with gifts and pretty things, though the best thing he gifted her with was his time.
As she got a little older, her father was worried about leaving her alone as he was a merchant and needed to travel. She was too old for the cradle and a nanny, too young to be left alone, so when she was five he remarried. The woman seemed nice, and had two sisters for her as playmates. It should have been perfect.
Not long after the marriage her father died in a mysterious carriage accident, leaving her orphaned.
Immediately after the funeral, before she could even change her shoes, her stepmother began rearranging their lifestyle. She ran through money quickly, trying to project an air of wealth, but without a steady income, it was simply a bad choice, the first of many. The servants were dismissed, and Ella began to pick up the slack.
Bitter about the situation, her stepmother's frivolity, and the deterioration of the property, it frustrated her to no end. As and act of protest she began wearing old clothes all the time, even when guests arrived. She made a point of being seen cleaning the floors and the walls, even though they were already spotless, which embarrassed her steopmother throughoughly. (which was of course the point)
A natural clean freak, most likely a tad ocd, once started she couldn't seem to stop. This led to passive aggressive behavior from her stepsisters, tracking the house as soon as the floors dried, and often being denied nice dresses by stepmum during their yearly purchases. Instead they were a little plainer than Anastasia's and Drusilla's but still perfectly presentable.
In the ongoing rivalry she began dressing more like a servant, and took over cooking the breakfast as well as taking care of the animals. As a result she began being treated like a servant, and in one last act of defiance in the escalating war (who even knew what the point to it all was at this stage?) she began sleeping near the fireplace, often waking up with soot stains on her clothes. As a joke they began calling her Cinderella, even when they had company, which pretty much ended any goodwill that might have remained.
Key Moment: Ella was out gathering food in the forest close to home, when she looked up and everything changed in very subtle ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Ella looked up from the bushes, confused. She had set the snare there, she was sure. Even the bushes looked a little off, in some way she couldn't pinpoint. A little smaller, the color wasn't quite the same. She must have been more tired than she thought. She shrugged and brushed off her skirt, and began clomping for home. They could just have cauliflower tonight, those wenches didn't deserve her efforts anyway.
"Miss...it's time to be getting home."
She spun around, reaching for a nearby branch at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. In a town this small she knew everyone, and the last thing she wanted was to be pressed into a chain gang, it sounded almost worse than home.
"Who are you...I was on my way home, what do you want with me?", she demanded, even as she began backing away.
"It won't do any good, miss. You're going to have a new home now, and you'll need to know the way."
All right, now she knew she had either completely flipped out, or Drusilla finally called her on it and actually sold her to white slavers like she'd been threatening for years.
"Oh, there's no point in running. We have a couple of guards stationed at the park exits. Look, I don't know what you think I'm about, but why don't we discuss this. Haven't you ever dreamed of a nice clean home...fresh food...dignified employ, transportation of your own?" he offered his arm, waiting for her response.
"Clean home? How clean are we talking about?" she mused as she slipped her arm in his, letting him take the lead.
Member Name:notaprincess
Member Age: 29+
Other Characters: n/a
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: not entirely sure how I found this site. Probably from ads on other sites lol. Every animation site I've been on has died horrible deaths, crossing my fingers on this one.
