Post by CASSANDRA VALEN on Aug 6, 2009 12:58:57 GMT -6
Cassandra Juliet Valen
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Is it true what they say,
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown cloud our hearts today.
Come into my world,
See through my eyes.
Try to understand,
Don't want to lose what we have
We've been dreaming
But who can deny,
It's the best way of living
Between the truth and the lies
See who I am,
Break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
Let's show them that we can
Free our minds and find a way.
The world is in our hands,
This is not the end.
Fear is withering the soul
At the point of no return.
We must be the change
We wish to see.
I'll come into your world,
See through your eyes.
I'll try to understand,
Before we lose what we've had.
We just can't stop believing
cause we have to try.
We can rise above
Their truth and their lies.
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
Cassandra is such a long and meaningless name in my eyes. My mother couldn't have picked the worst name for me because it's far from the truth. Supposedly the name is Greek and means inflaming men with love, but I couldn't care less about love or men. My mother picked out the name of Cassandra for me before I was even born. She read it in some children's book when she was growing up and loved the name. My father thought of their romance as the modern Romeo and Juliet, so I was given the middle name of Juliet. Too bad he was right about their romantic love story. I usually introduce myself as Cass because I don't want everyone to know my whole life story or my formal name.
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
I'm around 457 years old, though I look to be around my early thirties. I age well; one of the perks of being a supernatural creature. For about every 20 years that pass I look like I've aged a year.
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
My real job and passion is being the leader of the resistance. I wasn't always interested in humans or their affairs until the mid 1960's. With the introduction of "flower children," I saw the most beautiful perceptions of the human race. During that time most of the humans were trying to save Mother Nature and embracing every facet of her. Seeing their passion for nature and the acceptance of free love and equality for all people, just made me realize that humans are worth more than what some like Metzger sees them as.
As with every race, they have their disadvantages and some that are less than worthwhile of saving, but I don't judge the actions of a few lost members in a race on the entire group.
If I found myself to be a successful resistance leader I would not only save humanity but change the minds of Metzger and his lost followers.
During my life time I have done multiple things such as a being a secretary, housewife and an embroiderer. Usually I just tell people I've just met that I am a widowed housewife because no one asks questions about that.
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
I was the only female child of both my parents; though I had an older brother and a younger brother. My mother and I were close being that I was the only daughter,. while my father and I were not because I barely knew the man due to his untimely death. He was killed about a year into my younger brother's life.
In the fall of 6 years into my younger brother Nathaniel's life, he died from the flu which broke my mother's heart. A few years later she claimed her own life. My older brother Gabriel supported us when my father died and continued to support me when both our parents were gone. Eventually I went on my own way when he married and had his first child, a girl by the name of Elizabeth.
The next chapter of my life things start to get interesting. Gregory was an uninteresting fellow when we first met. He had been working as a hired field hand to the neighbor's of my brother. He had the stupidest accents and wore the tackiest clothing (it was truly tacky for the time period). Though I suppose most of it had to do with his lack of money and how much he was trying to make a name for himself in our small community population 327. After I moved from my brother's home and into the home of the community's preacher and wife to serve as a cook and nanny for their two children, Gregory came to call on me. I must have turned him down half a dozen times before I finally accepted a night on the town with him. I felt bad for him and just wanted him to see how much we didn't have in common or ever would so he would move on when I accepted.
I couldn't have been more wrong about someone. He had dreams of starting a business of carpentry and then moving into a bigger city to raise a family; which I couldn't wait to get out of the small ho-dunk of a town I was raised and live in.
6 months later we were married and moved into a small one bedroom home. Everything had been going well and was a clever deception of who Gregory really was.
The first night he bit me I thought I was going to die. I had gotten in the way and as a demanding and curious housewife it was to be expected that eventually something like that was going to happen.
Gregory and I saw things differently from that point on. He hated what he had become and what he had done to me, while I embraced it. It would be the end of our marriage; a year later and after the miscarriage of our first and only child he left our small community and me.
It was easy for me to move because I had no children and was not well known. When I moved three more years after Gregory left (mostly due to my brother harassing me about becoming an old maid) I moved to a bigger city, the population almost tripled of my old community. Here I met another werewolf, another female who claimed the territory as her own. I personally didn't care; I was just looking for a change from my dull boring life of Hicksville.
She and I fought a lot, even though I wasn't interested in her territory. A few months went by and when she finally realized that I wasn't looking to take what she had worked so hard for, she made me into her beta. (This wasn’t that hard to do because we were the only two wolves in the area).
Pack life isn't easy at all. We both partnered up to benefit ourselves at first, but when more wolves came around they would want to challenge us for a top position in the pack. Sarah had no problems keeping her head position; from what I understood she was well into 200 years old by the time I had met her.
This was how I got one of my first scars. A wolf surprised attacked me while I was hunting in my wolf form and gouged my thigh a good one. He didn't stick around town after I took care of him a few nights into our altercation.
A year later I left Sarah and the pack, because it wasn't expanding and I had learned all I needed off her. A wonderful teacher who lacked the salesman pitch for selling herself and her pack of three at the time.
I did odd jobs and moved around until a supposed 'Gold Rush' in California in the 1800's. Money was tight and everyone needed it, so as many I moved there. I was one of the first werewolves in the area and established myself as the head of the state and area. I had to fight to keep control of the position, either physically, mentally or financially. After I had gained control with little side efforts of undermining me, I kept a low profile and at one time opened a night club in the mid 1900's. I only had it open for around 6 years because it kept me in the eye of the public too much and at the rate of my aging process it was too dangerous.
I began the resistance because I believe everything and everyone plays their part to keep the world the way we loved to see it. Without humans keeping true to their nature it just fucks everything up and the balance. I believe that once humans are gone that those of Metzger's group will turn on everyone and everything, which gives us the only option to fight what it is he is trying to do. Those that can not contain themselves should be put down like the wild animals they portray themselves to be.
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
I would do anything to keep the order in balance. I've put my own life at risk multiple times to save what some would consider just 'cattle' or some worthless human.
Usually this is seen in the eyes of the public as a hostess of a charity event or a volunteer that donates her time and money.
I contribute my time and finances to events such as soup kitchens, restoring half way houses and hosting silent auctions where all proceeds go to shelters or donations to organizations that provide clothing to the needy. I've also been known to help families within the city, be it financially or physically.
I believe everything plays its part in the world and breaking that balance would result in pure chaos for everyone. I would also give my life for any of those within the resistance because what I cannot finish nor do someone will; or at least I strongly believe so.
The different moon phases are my weakness as well as my strengths. Each phase means something different to my makeup. I was born under the half moon-which is one of the times of the month that I am at my strongest and sharpest in senses and powers. At the full moon I am forced to shift into my wolf shape and then from the quarter moon I start to regain my strengths and abilities.
Silver is one of the main reasons why I don't wear jewelry. The stuff burns like no other and does serious damage to my skin, strength and abilities.
I am usually quiet and calm to see the best and worst of every situation and it is easy to do being that I have lived through some of the worst and best times. Though when it comes to the suffering of humans, nothing pisses me off more than the injustice Metzger and his lackey's incorporate. The guy just really gets under my skin and anyone he converts to his side just reminds me of just what is at stake and what could be lost. I admit that Metzger brings out some of my worst actions, there is nothing that he does that I don't try to get even with. If I fail at undermining him I've been known to have an anger break down or a tempter tantrum-but never in the eyes of the public. Sometimes I destroy my own belongings out of anger; such as tossing things or ripping apart clothing in the privacy of my own home.
I tend to keep myself in a professional manner because it keeps others from getting too close to me. I would gladly sacrifice my wants and needs for the greater good. I suppose one would see that as stupid, emotionally and physically draining, but until the war is ended I am content on keeping myself where I am now. Though it does keep me up at night and I am starting to get tired.....
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
I am able to control the actions of humans & other werewolves. With humans I am able to control them almost completely, with the exception of killing them, or making them kill themselves (Trust me, I've tried). I can make them say what I want them to, make them go to location or places of my choosing (think of an errand runner) and control their body movements. With my own kind, I can control their body movements, but there have been some that can fight me and my will. It has been rare and it is usually those that I've no connection or past knowledge about.
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
I don't particularly hate any race, just certain people within races. I love humans and think that they are the closest race that keeps me tied to what remaining humanity I have left inside.
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
I hate when people chew gum because it makes them look stupid and ordinary. I love coffee in the morning and it's wise to allow me to have that morning cup. I especially love the flavored stuff because it takes the strength out of the coffee beans.
I hate saran wrap, it sticks to everything but the thing you want it to!
I hate Metzger for what he has done and what continually tries to do. I would expect nothing less from someone who lacks any semblance of humanity. I hate it more when he is successful in attaining another to his side of the war. I love chocolate; the darker the better.
I think superstitions are stupid and not worth the energy or time believing in them.I love red wine because it is the best kind of alcohol in the world and it takes about half a bottle of it to get me drunk.
I hate rap music if people want to talk just talk. Don't put music or some repetitive beat behind your words.
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
I like to wear clothing that is loose fitting and casual or business like. Usually a shirt that is sleeveless with a nice color of dress pants complimented with heels or boots. When in the eye of important public figures I'm usually seen in dresses that are simple and one basic color. I don't wear jewelry because it can be used against me when in a fight or doing a job on behalf of the resistance. I tend to wear my hair up because it looks more sophisticated and keeps it together when I have to fight or shift into my supernatural state.
When I was 17 (in human years) I acquired a scar on my right index finger from the wood burning stove in my brother Gabriel's home.
In my first 5 years of being a werewolf, I attained two more scars. One on the outside of my left thigh from a run in with another wolf (while in wolf form) and the other on my right ankle from being caught in a trap.
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
I'm single and prefer it that way. There are few that I trust to be in a position so close to me. Even trusting those who are second and third in command has been a difficult journey because I have to be certain their agendas are the same as mine. I feel it just makes things easier this way. I was married once before but Gregory died many years ago; or so I was told.
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, CHARACTER NAME HERE?
I can assure you that just because you're read the Shakespeare play doesn't mean you know how my story is going to end. This Juliet needs more than a dagger to bring her end.
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NAME/ALIAS: Becs
AGE:25
RP EXPERIENCE:12-13 years now I think
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Not here
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
From another rp site:
She had been going no where in particular when she had been side railed by something sharp piercing through her skin of her right arm. With a snarl of her lips, Drew turned to see that of a female with a dagger in her arm; her posture hunched and in a defensive stance. With a quick swipe, Drew slammed the girl into the wall, which was met with another sharp slice in her abdomen area. A sharp deep inhale from Drew, led her to pushing the hunter further into the wall she shoved her into seconds before hand.
Drew was hungry, she had not fed tonight yet, but given the circumstances Drew didn't want to feed off this girl. She had pissed her off and ruined not only her evening but the new jacket she just put on this very evening. With another smack into the wall, Drew watched as the huntresses head bounced off the ruddy colored wall and hung limp at her shoulders.
As she stepped over the body, Drew turned around and bent over the girl that was once alive and full of certain doubt that she was going to be able to claim herself a vampire trophy this evening. Raiding through her coat pockets, shirt and pants pockets, Drew smiled in glee as she collected over 3000 coins. Dropping some into her pockets, some in her purse, Drew looked up from the body as her eyes scanned for a bank. The street signs let her know that there was one three blocks up and 7 blocks to the right. She hoped to have no other distractions before she made it to the bank, so she pulled at her semi-damaged coat to avoid that.
Making her way three blocks up and turning to make the seven over, Drew's eyes flicked from left to right to see any potential threats. Approaching the bank, she relaxed as she pulled open the front door to the building and stepped into the bank.
She groaned as she noted the line, seemed everyone either needed coins or wanted to store them safely in their accounts. With a tap of her feet, a sigh escaped her lips as the line slowly moved forward. Key word being slowly.
She shifted her weight as she waited in the line, eyeing the tellers and the people waiting to be served by them. Four people ahead of her, three behind her. With another shift of her weight, Drew flinched as she felt her skin brush against her shirt and coat, which irritated the opened wound. Pulling at her jacket, Drew's hand rubbed against her shirt material which brought a smear of her own blood across forearm.
Three maybe four minutes until it soaked all the way through and started drawing some attention to herself. Something she didn't want to do. The line inched up again and Drew took a great leap forward. As she did so, a bead of blood smacked the concrete flooring of the bank.
Drew sighed and stepped out of the line, beelining for the front doors. She reached out for the handle, which came back at her and smacked her in the arm. Three men in black and ski masks barged through the doors and pushed her to the floor, as she was taken by surprise.
"Everyone freeze, don't make a move and give us whatever coins you have!" One of the three shouted out at everyone within the bank, guns out and ready to use.
