gettin all the folks in one, place, eventually?
Name: Cassiopeia Curran
AKA: Cass
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual, difficult to impress
Species: Human
Age: 23
Occupation: Waitress, Craigslist reseller, Oracle
Hair: Dark brown, buzzed to about half an inch. Tendency towards ringlets when long.
Eyes: Warm brown in color, large, naturally long lashes. Typically deep undereye bags.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance: Skinny, not slender. Fair-skinned, easily (and frequently) bruised knees and knuckles. Heart-shaped face, small hands, small feet. Her left hand- or rather, the fingers on her left hand- have a long scar just below the first knuckle.
Style: Cass dresses like the punk drop-out she very much is. A lot of jeans, most of which have holes that weren't inspired by designers; shirts with faded logos and esoteric slogans. Whatever she's wearing on her top half is probably a few sizes too big, whether that's a chunky sweater or sweatshirt or the leather jacket that used to be her grandfather's. Can't walk in heels at all, pretends she doesn't want to. No dresses, any skirt she owns is probably long enough to be considered a kilt.
Facecast: Brianna Hildebrand
Personality: Cass was a teenage shithead, and now she's a young adult trashcan fire. She's trying to do better.
Plain-spoken, not a natural optimist, but a person who intends to be kind. She has to try hard to be kind. A tendency to be an observer rather than a participant, with a gift of discovering what's important to people. Sarcastic, dry sense of humor. Not a fan of puns, but does have a weakness for absurdity. Cass has a tendency towards smart-ass remarks that she's never quite managed to fix, despite getting into more than a little trouble over it. The fact that she excels at a verbal battle doesn't do anything to change the fact that she gets her ass handed to her in physical ones.
Holds grudges, tries to convince herself she's not the kind of person who holds grudges, holds grudges on other peoples' behalf. Doesn't appreciate being handed responsibility or being told what to do; will follow a leader if she respects them, but would never volunteer for leadership.
To put it frankly: Cass was a teenager when she was told she had the power to change the world, or save it. She responded to that revelation by running away from home, pawning her dead mother's valuables, and effectively trying to drop off the face of the earth. Most days now she regrets that.
Powers: Cassiopeia sees the future. The true future: not branching paths, not possibilities, but the ultimate outcome. Unfortunately, this ability isn't usually very helpful, because she sees visions not of the future as it will happen but as symbols which represent the most significant people, places and events. Frequently these can only be interpreted after the vision has come to pass.
While deep sleep brings on visions which can't be avoided, Cass can also summon a lighter kind of scrying (with a shorter range and more vague message) while awake. Active scrying requires a canvas and a sacrifice. She's found that cigarettes will serve- they are killing her a little bit at a time, after all, and scrying with smoke is so terribly dramatic.
She suspects she might also be able to manage simple witchcraft, given the materials and instruction, but honestly that's more weird shit than she needs right now.
History:
Madeline Curran was sixteen when she met the man of her dreams, seventeen when she had his child and left the world in doing it.
Cass has never met her father, and she has no desire to do so. All she knows is that he was older than her mother-- an adult, by any means-- and he ditched town when her mom started showing. She was raised by her mother's parents, who did their best despite the whirlwind of change and tragedy that had brought her into the world. It was good, in some ways, that Cass was everything her mother was not: independent, adventurous, pragmatic and sullen where her mother had been prone to skirt-clutching and lighthearted fancy. At age six, Cass wanted to grow up to be a mechanic or a lumberjack. At age twelve, it became hard for her grandfather to look her in the eye.
The girl and her grandfather (Gramps) had always shared a tight bond, but as Cassiopeia grew into her adult features, as she shot up in height and began to tilt her head just so-- it was no longer possible to forget why Cass was in their life, and why her mother was missing. Gramps couldn't put it into words, and slowly but surely a gulf began to grow between them. Even her grandmother, a woman with a heart of gold but very little emotional awareness, was aware of the increasing distance in their relationship. At fourteen Cass started coming home with black eyes, a cut lip, a pierced eyebrow-- anything to get her grandfather to see her again. To just fucking look her in the face.
At fifteen, Cass dreamed for the first time.
tbc
Cassiopeia Curran
nothing comes without a price
setting: modern fantasy
currently: searching for a certain book in Tsundoku
nothing comes without a price
setting: modern fantasy
currently: searching for a certain book in Tsundoku
Name: Cassiopeia Curran
AKA: Cass
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual, difficult to impress
Species: Human
Age: 23
Occupation: Waitress, Craigslist reseller, Oracle
Hair: Dark brown, buzzed to about half an inch. Tendency towards ringlets when long.
Eyes: Warm brown in color, large, naturally long lashes. Typically deep undereye bags.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance: Skinny, not slender. Fair-skinned, easily (and frequently) bruised knees and knuckles. Heart-shaped face, small hands, small feet. Her left hand- or rather, the fingers on her left hand- have a long scar just below the first knuckle.
Style: Cass dresses like the punk drop-out she very much is. A lot of jeans, most of which have holes that weren't inspired by designers; shirts with faded logos and esoteric slogans. Whatever she's wearing on her top half is probably a few sizes too big, whether that's a chunky sweater or sweatshirt or the leather jacket that used to be her grandfather's. Can't walk in heels at all, pretends she doesn't want to. No dresses, any skirt she owns is probably long enough to be considered a kilt.
Facecast: Brianna Hildebrand
Personality: Cass was a teenage shithead, and now she's a young adult trashcan fire. She's trying to do better.
Plain-spoken, not a natural optimist, but a person who intends to be kind. She has to try hard to be kind. A tendency to be an observer rather than a participant, with a gift of discovering what's important to people. Sarcastic, dry sense of humor. Not a fan of puns, but does have a weakness for absurdity. Cass has a tendency towards smart-ass remarks that she's never quite managed to fix, despite getting into more than a little trouble over it. The fact that she excels at a verbal battle doesn't do anything to change the fact that she gets her ass handed to her in physical ones.
Holds grudges, tries to convince herself she's not the kind of person who holds grudges, holds grudges on other peoples' behalf. Doesn't appreciate being handed responsibility or being told what to do; will follow a leader if she respects them, but would never volunteer for leadership.
To put it frankly: Cass was a teenager when she was told she had the power to change the world, or save it. She responded to that revelation by running away from home, pawning her dead mother's valuables, and effectively trying to drop off the face of the earth. Most days now she regrets that.
Powers: Cassiopeia sees the future. The true future: not branching paths, not possibilities, but the ultimate outcome. Unfortunately, this ability isn't usually very helpful, because she sees visions not of the future as it will happen but as symbols which represent the most significant people, places and events. Frequently these can only be interpreted after the vision has come to pass.
While deep sleep brings on visions which can't be avoided, Cass can also summon a lighter kind of scrying (with a shorter range and more vague message) while awake. Active scrying requires a canvas and a sacrifice. She's found that cigarettes will serve- they are killing her a little bit at a time, after all, and scrying with smoke is so terribly dramatic.
She suspects she might also be able to manage simple witchcraft, given the materials and instruction, but honestly that's more weird shit than she needs right now.
History:
Madeline Curran was sixteen when she met the man of her dreams, seventeen when she had his child and left the world in doing it.
Cass has never met her father, and she has no desire to do so. All she knows is that he was older than her mother-- an adult, by any means-- and he ditched town when her mom started showing. She was raised by her mother's parents, who did their best despite the whirlwind of change and tragedy that had brought her into the world. It was good, in some ways, that Cass was everything her mother was not: independent, adventurous, pragmatic and sullen where her mother had been prone to skirt-clutching and lighthearted fancy. At age six, Cass wanted to grow up to be a mechanic or a lumberjack. At age twelve, it became hard for her grandfather to look her in the eye.
The girl and her grandfather (Gramps) had always shared a tight bond, but as Cassiopeia grew into her adult features, as she shot up in height and began to tilt her head just so-- it was no longer possible to forget why Cass was in their life, and why her mother was missing. Gramps couldn't put it into words, and slowly but surely a gulf began to grow between them. Even her grandmother, a woman with a heart of gold but very little emotional awareness, was aware of the increasing distance in their relationship. At fourteen Cass started coming home with black eyes, a cut lip, a pierced eyebrow-- anything to get her grandfather to see her again. To just fucking look her in the face.
At fifteen, Cass dreamed for the first time.
tbc
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