Post by Sebz on May 31, 2011 11:03:51 GMT -5
Age: 25
Born: October 2998
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (unless she wants something from a girl)
Siblings: Half-Brother Casiloy
Rank: Brown Wher Handler
Appearance:
Casandra, like her half brother Casiloy in his own right, is beautiful and she sharding well knows it. Tall, slender and curved in all the right places, vulomptious only just begins to describe her. Her lightly tanned skin which never, under any circumstances does she allow to attain the unattractive redness that signifies a sunburn, makes her long golden hair glow and stand out like a halo upon her pretty little head. She has developed her gait into an art form, swinging her hips in away that captures the gazes of men and woman alike.
Long in leg, she shows them off by wearing the shortest skirts she can find, usually paired with low cut blouses that show off her other assets. Thin but not bony, Casandra loves her body and is not above using it to get her way. She does have some muscles, but rarely uses them as she is skilled at getting others, males in particular, to do her bidding.
Shocking blue in coloration, her eyes are filled with malice and scheming – she is one to watch out for. Her skin is meticulously clean, and devoid of all marks and blemishes, something in which she prides herself in. Casandra's face is narrow and her angular features fit her well.
True, she is beautiful, but her face is usually ruined by a sneer that she seems to adopt naturally, as well as her posture which tends to radiate an attitude of pure malice. Standing at 5'5, she's neither to tall or to short, just perfect in her own opinion, which of course is unbiased.
Personality:
Malicious, snarky, snobby, and down right nasty, this girl can rightfully be labeled as “The Bitch.” Unfortunately, this horrid girl is also an intelligent little rat who knows how to manipulate those around he to get things done her way. She appreciates nothing and nobody, Casandra feels like she is entitled anything she wants, and quite unfortunately, she usually gets it.
Flirting is an art form with this girl, she knows what men want and all but gives it to them in her crusade to never have to lift a finger- because shards- she's beautiful and others should do what she bids. She works hard, at not working hard. And it works too, she knows just where to brush her fingers, accidentally of course, and how to flatter a man's ego that will leave him wanting more. Though her technique works best with men, Casandra is willing and able to seduce woman as well when she sees fit.
Casandra doesn't make friends, only enemies. Those few, usually men, who are not turned off immediately by her maliciousness because they are either enamored with her body or as simply to blind to see what a monster she is, she deftly turns into her minions, whom she dotes upon in exchange for their unwavering and unquestioning loyalty. However, she's also quite the actress, and if suits her, she can convince almost anyone that she is an innocent child who could do no wrong, and frankly it's hard to see through her facade. When she's playing nice, Casandra can be rather enjoyable to be around, but as soon as that mask slips away, those around her better watch out.
Casandra doesn't handle embarrassment well at all, and is prone to violent outbursts. She does have a temper that is quite destructive, but she usually keeps it under wraps, allowing it to surface only when someone needs a lesson. It's not really her style to lash out of her enemies, she would much rather punish them in a more civil way. If she has it her way, usually she won't be the one doing the punishing, she'll just make sure that the job is done.
Casandra is power hungry and has the intelligence to climb her way to the top… over her victims. Authority figures have no place in Casandra's little nightmare of a world, because they are usually the easiest for her to manipulate and therefore, can't control her. She is a vindictive little beast and will waste no time destroying the unfortunate soul who dares to cross her.
History:
Pre-Weyr Life:[/u]
When Caspian's wife was pregnant with Casiloy's older brother, and was not able sate his desires, he impregnated a woman whom he met during one of the rare occasions that he traveled to a gather. The woman, whom had believed herself to be in love with Caspian, and spiteful about being cast aside, decided to keep the child and raised it. Her husband had died years ago at sea, and had never given her a child of her own.
Caspian never reported this indiscretion to his wife, believing nothing of frutation had arose from it, so she never was given any reason to suspect that her husband had fathered another child. They both continud their life together, oblivious that nine months after the gather, a screaming baby girl was born and named Casandra, with a tuft of blonde hair identical to Caspian's.
Casandra's mother never forgave Caspian for leaving her and the babe, even if it was only a one night stand fueled by the consumption of too much liquor, and her anger fed her daughter’s ambitions. As soon as the girl was old enough to understand, her mother told her of her real father, and how he left them without a second thought. Casandra, influenced by her mother's spitefulness, decided that if her mother could do nothing to gain revenge against the man and his family, she could.
Casandra grew up in her mother's hold, Hyphen, and she learned how it was run and what inspired the workers to do a good job. When she was old enough to contribute, she worked her way up the ladder, making sure that her presence was known. Casandra really didn't have to work hard to get noticed. Graced with good looks, she had men chasing after her from a very young age. She soon figured out exploiting her body was her key to success, and she began flaunting it. Once she realized that, she never had to lift a finger again.
It was hard not to notice Casandra’s achievements, even if her methods of reaching goals were shady, she managed to do an extremely good job, earning her a grudging respect by her pears. No matter if she never partook in any of the tasks accredited to her, the fact that she had managed to get others to do everything she was supposed to was an accomplishment in itself.
Rumors had begun about her sleeping habits, but the girl soon quashed these, framing several of the holds drudges with various crimes and misdemeanor, sending them into exile where they could say no more. The fact of the matter was that what the drudges had said was true, the girl had many bed fellows, none considered lovers, and the number was beginning to become countless. Perhaps Casandra kept so many suitors so she would feel wanted, filling the gap left by her absent father, but she knew half the hold wanted her by the time she turned fifteen. If indulging them would get her what she wanted, so be it.
Her mother started looking for a husband for Casandra, worried about her promiscuous ways, but the girl had her own ideas. She entertained thoughts of grandeur and power, so she went after a young, single lord holder's son. When that fell through, she began to become disenchanted with the idea of being a Lady Holder, so she quickly turned her vision on something bigger and better, towards the weyr. Completely unaware of Casiloy's existence, as he was unaware of hers, she began planning to find a way to get to Selenitas, the easiest method by far was to become a candidate.
She had heard about rumors of a Wasteland take over at Selenitas, but she had also heard of the few who had escaped the purge. Yes, they were hated by most of those who supported the old regime at Selenitas, but for Casandra, the ends justified the means. If she had to side with the Wastelanders to assure her rise to power, then she was very sharding well going to do it. What if they had someone as cunning as herself leading them? Let's say that perhaps Casandra impressed a Gold, a very probable goal in her mind. With her leading them, the Wastelanders would be unstoppable, they might even be able to take over all of Pern...
Arrival- 3018:[/u]
Casandra was undeniably a nightmare, and everybody who had the misfortune to interact with her was left with a sour taste in his or her mouth. She despised Candidate lessons almost as much as the ruthless candidate master, and quickly became apathetic towards life at the weyr. When it finally came time for her to stand for a clutch, as well as her first chance of impressing the gold dragon she so desired, Casandra was left bleeding on the sand with terrible gashes inflicted upon her by a clumsy dragonet. She was taken bleeding to the infirmary, where she stayed for a few weeks as she nursed her injuries as well as her pride.
Much the relief of many,this event led to an attitude change for the once egotistical girl. No longer was she the domineering Casandra that her classmates had come to know and
As fate, because Casandra does not believe in luck, would have it, the resident gold wher laid a small clutch not soon after and Casandra made sure to be present when it hatched. She bonded to a large brown wher, a friend that Casandra so desperately needed. Casansk's personality allowed Casandra to take on the role of protector and role model, something her own personality called for. The pair made it through weyrling hood by keeping mostly to themselves with the exception of Kauis and Kauisk, the brown loved his gold clutchsister and would not stand to be separated for any reason.
3018-3023:[/u]
If wherlinghood was uneventful, life as a wher and wherhandler was even more so. Casandra adjusted well to her new nocternal lifestyle, and became almost disconected from the going ons of the dragonriders. One surprise did come when Casansk won Kauisks first run, something which the brown was immensly proud of. Besides that one instance, life was easy going if not rather boring at times. Casandra and Casansk were not directly effected by the reorganization of the weyrs, and were left to their own demises for the most part.
Nightmare Brown
Bonded to: Casandra
Name: Casansk
Color: Brown #3D2B1F #800000
Physical Appearance: This brown is huge. It's really the only word for it. It's not impossible for a brown to trespass on the size range of a bronze but this brown is actually the size of a small gold. As if that weren't enough the brown is also thick with muscle. His broad features also happen to be very harsh and give him a decidedly intimidating appearance - well defined angles and eye ridges set a little closer and a little further down than the average wher. He also has long canines that are just barely visible when his mouth is closed and large, paper-thin wings that are constantly being torn so they often appear tattered. In build, he's really not the type of thing you want to run into in a dark corridor.
Not that you'd really see him coming in the first place. While he's not so dark as to be functionally black when in the light, he's nearly so in the darkness and tends to blend well with stone wall. He's a very dark grey-brown in colour from nose to tail tip. Not exactly part of his colouring, per se, but his eyes are always a very muted shade of whatever he's feeling. Kind of as if someone had placed something translucent over them. His only other colouring are the odd maroon markings on his body that look like paint has been chipped off his upper layer to reveal the one hidden underneath. There's a distinctive appearance of chipping all around his mouth and eyes and a large patch on his underside, between his forelegs.
As one might expect, this wher lumbers like the great beast he is. You might not always see him in the darkness but you can always hear him. If not because of his heavy, shuffling steps then because his claws click incessantly on the ground. His movements are relaxed and tend to be slow without quite dawdling. He can run when he wants and do so fairly quickly for something his size - his long gait and powerful muscles being responsible for that. Those same muscles weigh him down from ever being able to glide, though, even if his wings managed to stay fully intact for any length of time.
Personality: The term 'gentle giant' couldn't be more applicable to this wher. He has the rather cliched personality-appearance mismatch and he knows it. He knows he looks intimidating and he tries so very hard to make up for it if people let him get close enough. He's not exactly physically affectionate but emotionally? Extremely so. This brown is fond of nicknames and making sure his friends know just how much they are loved. He's not afraid to be a sap at all - something his Epic sibling sometimes teases him about. He takes any teasing about his fluffy personality good naturedly but with a small amount of whining.
Despite his happy-go-lucky, gentle exterior this wher is extremely insecure. Do people like him? What's his purpose? Is he really who he thinks he is? True to the name of his egg he sometimes wonders if the world he knows is simply one giant nightmare. Naturally this is not all the time. Usually an...episode of sorts of questioning everything about his life occurs when something particularly terrible happens. Terrible being relative, of course. His terrible tends to be linked more to emotions than events. Upset sibling, or handler, or mass upset? That's more likely to set him off than some vague war in the North - granted when war-like things effect home he can be set off too.
The brown is also incredibly bright. He's not as intelligent as his Epic sibling - who, by the way, is something of a hero to this brown - but he's right smart about emotional related things. Not a huge surprise there, considering. What is surprising is that, while he's usually really gentle he can also be frightful when mad. He deals with threats to himself, His, or his siblings quickly, efficiently, and with little remorse at the time. It is only afterwards that he feels any guilt over injuring or taking a life. Even then he tends to see it more as a necessary evil than a crime of any sort. This is possibly because he will never ever attack unprovoked.
PS: Casandra obliterated the box