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<u><b>Before</b></u><br>
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<u><b>a letter from inside</b></u><br>
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:Dear Me,
  
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:How are you, me? Are you used to these four walls yet? I think you are, given that you know that there are exactly 483 tiles that make up the brick hidden under the tapestries and that there are 36.5 wooden floor boards under the red fuzzy rug. It takes seven steps to get from the bed to the door, three if you jump or take big steps. The desk and bed frames are both made of wood, but it’s a dark walnut and it’s been sealed somehow, probably with a ward, so I can’t rip it apart and use it to put myself out of my own misery, should I feel such an end to my misery is required. The chair at my desk, which is five and a half steps from my bed, is a plush red executive chair. It squeaks a little when you sit in it, more if you shift to the side. It’s around a G, but it’s around a quarter step flat.
  
<u><b>Embrace</b></u><br>
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:The book case on the other side of the room, at the foot of the bed, which you can reach if you really lean or take a single step off the bed, has eighteen books on its shelves. The closet in the corner, 6 steps from the bed, has all my clothing in it, including his vest.
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:I never take the pendant off, from around my neck. I never will. Nobody needs to know that the metal bars of the bird cage are infused with his ashes. It’s all I have left of him. It’s all I have. It’s all I need anymore in this world to keep waking up every night and pushing forward.
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:How did this begin, self? How did we get to where we are? Do you remember? I don’t want to forget, and I might be forced to forget, so I’m writing this now and placing it beyond the mirrors, like he taught me. They gave me a mirror, I could’ve just left, because they gave me a god damn mirror and placed it in my room, but that in itself was also part of the test. A test to see if I’m really dedicated to this notion that we weren’t the evil they said we were. If we’re really loyal to House and Clan like we always claimed, even at the end.
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:These memories, of us, I don’t ever want them lost forever.
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<u><b>before</b></u><br>
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:It snowed in April that year.
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It snowed in April the night they struck the house. There was snow on the ground when I ran from the house I’d grown up in. Snow on the ground that lost its white bleakness as the blood fell from me, from my clothing, from my person, in maroon droplets with every move I took.
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Everything that happened was a blur. None of it made sense. These were the things of nightmares. These were the things of dreams. None of that could be real. My mind raced for rationalizations. Raced for meanings. Raced for understanding. I couldn’t report what I’d seen to the police. Nobody would believe me.
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There was nothing left of my parents either. Or my brother. Or Fluffy.
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There couldn’t be.
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It wasn’t possible.
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But, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to go. Where to turn, self. I couldn’t figure anything out. My mind just wouldn’t work. Nothing made sense. I just wanted things to make
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sense again. Where did things make sense?
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The playground. I’d gone there when I was little, so many times, to wander, to push myself, to think, and so in that moment, with my hands still stained with someone’s blood, I went to that park and I crouched into something smaller than I really was, pulling myself under the platform of the multi-tiered wooden structure. I buried my face in my knees and I tried to let my mind catch up to what my body felt.
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I remember his voice, first, self, and the flick of a cigarette into the snow. “Hey.” He said and as he said it, I remember flinching before looking up slightly, at where the voice came from. I saw it then, that blue suit. Head to toe in a royal blue suit. It wasn’t hideous, but it wasn’t what normal people wore, not even in the late 90s.
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There was a smile on your face when you saw the fear in my eyes, when you saw the confusion. Your hand reached out, after shifting the wooden staff into your other hand, “Come on now,
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you can’t just hide there forever. I saw what happened, let me help you. I can explain what happened.” And so I grasped that which he reached out. My hand fell into his, and he pulled
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me from the playground and out of the world I’d known for 19 years.
  
 
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Revision as of 16:27, 22 March 2023

Clan Tremere
Position N/A
Status 2
Domain Annapolis, MD
Coterie House Blakk
Society N/A
Path Humanity 0000
Player Dora Jay
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Cassie
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Swan
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Real Name:
Cassandra Swan

Alias(es):
Cas, Cassie, Mia Piccola Assassina

Apparent Age:
Late Teens, Early 20s

Relevant merits and flerits:
Baby Face, Infamous Sire

Physical description:
Cassie stands roughly 5'7 when she stands upright and when her long brown curly hair with the multicolor underdye (currently an electric blue) doesn't fall into her face. Bright blue eyes pierce out behind thick black glasses. On a normal night, she seems a fan of the sophisticate rendition of the mid to late 2000s skater sheek and OG Hot Topic tartan look with a large oversized flannel acting as both a blanket and a ward against evil. Her doc martens always seem to look neat and tidy on her feet but just somehow constantly seem to come undone when she would really prefer they did not.

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Personality Description:
Cassie is a shy and visibly awkward yet genuinely friendly sort of girl who is always eager to help and seems very eager to please and prove herself. With glasses that are constantly slumping and a typical attire comprising of a teenager's hot topic closet from the mid to late 2000s, she really does not in any way shape or form give off the vibe of someone who has her stuff together but her genuine desire to help does tend to come through more often than not. To those with an eye to see such things, it does seem as though Cassie is the type of girl with stitches along her seams.

Detailed Status:
Acknowledged by the Prince of Springfield, Circa 2004

Cherished by Sovereign Prince Rook




history

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a letter from inside

Dear Me,
How are you, me? Are you used to these four walls yet? I think you are, given that you know that there are exactly 483 tiles that make up the brick hidden under the tapestries and that there are 36.5 wooden floor boards under the red fuzzy rug. It takes seven steps to get from the bed to the door, three if you jump or take big steps. The desk and bed frames are both made of wood, but it’s a dark walnut and it’s been sealed somehow, probably with a ward, so I can’t rip it apart and use it to put myself out of my own misery, should I feel such an end to my misery is required. The chair at my desk, which is five and a half steps from my bed, is a plush red executive chair. It squeaks a little when you sit in it, more if you shift to the side. It’s around a G, but it’s around a quarter step flat.
The book case on the other side of the room, at the foot of the bed, which you can reach if you really lean or take a single step off the bed, has eighteen books on its shelves. The closet in the corner, 6 steps from the bed, has all my clothing in it, including his vest.
I never take the pendant off, from around my neck. I never will. Nobody needs to know that the metal bars of the bird cage are infused with his ashes. It’s all I have left of him. It’s all I have. It’s all I need anymore in this world to keep waking up every night and pushing forward.
How did this begin, self? How did we get to where we are? Do you remember? I don’t want to forget, and I might be forced to forget, so I’m writing this now and placing it beyond the mirrors, like he taught me. They gave me a mirror, I could’ve just left, because they gave me a god damn mirror and placed it in my room, but that in itself was also part of the test. A test to see if I’m really dedicated to this notion that we weren’t the evil they said we were. If we’re really loyal to House and Clan like we always claimed, even at the end.
These memories, of us, I don’t ever want them lost forever.

before

It snowed in April that year.

It snowed in April the night they struck the house. There was snow on the ground when I ran from the house I’d grown up in. Snow on the ground that lost its white bleakness as the blood fell from me, from my clothing, from my person, in maroon droplets with every move I took.

Everything that happened was a blur. None of it made sense. These were the things of nightmares. These were the things of dreams. None of that could be real. My mind raced for rationalizations. Raced for meanings. Raced for understanding. I couldn’t report what I’d seen to the police. Nobody would believe me.

There was nothing left of my parents either. Or my brother. Or Fluffy.

There couldn’t be.

It wasn’t possible.

But, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to go. Where to turn, self. I couldn’t figure anything out. My mind just wouldn’t work. Nothing made sense. I just wanted things to make sense again. Where did things make sense?

The playground. I’d gone there when I was little, so many times, to wander, to push myself, to think, and so in that moment, with my hands still stained with someone’s blood, I went to that park and I crouched into something smaller than I really was, pulling myself under the platform of the multi-tiered wooden structure. I buried my face in my knees and I tried to let my mind catch up to what my body felt.

I remember his voice, first, self, and the flick of a cigarette into the snow. “Hey.” He said and as he said it, I remember flinching before looking up slightly, at where the voice came from. I saw it then, that blue suit. Head to toe in a royal blue suit. It wasn’t hideous, but it wasn’t what normal people wore, not even in the late 90s.

There was a smile on your face when you saw the fear in my eyes, when you saw the confusion. Your hand reached out, after shifting the wooden staff into your other hand, “Come on now, you can’t just hide there forever. I saw what happened, let me help you. I can explain what happened.” And so I grasped that which he reached out. My hand fell into his, and he pulled me from the playground and out of the world I’d known for 19 years.

2015
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2017

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house blakk

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house blakk

...can make something out of nothing.
...doesn't need to be at full health or blood to make you regret your poor life choices
...doesn't believe in traitors to house and clan
...has no time for bullshit
...will not show mercy if mercy is not in the 5 year plan for house and clan.
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Cassie's Perspectives













top 8

core top 8
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Morgan Trevani
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Quinn Lionsigh
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Lane Nichols
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Ora Primrose
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Joshua Swan
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Seraphina Charfour
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Sonya Nowagowski
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Jesse Clayborne
other friends
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Evelyn Landrake
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Harrow
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Rook
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Eliza Rutherford
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Morningstar
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Warren DeMontegue
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Che Valiente
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Chasyn Gentry
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Angelize Valez




photo album



2021

2023

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Cassie Items


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Edited Cassie Images


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Cassie Image Boards


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soundtracks Cassiemusic.gif


Spotify lists
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core playlist
cassie swan
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2021 2022 2023
original playlist

summer 2021
fall 2021

2022 list winter 2022 / 2023

early spring 2023

spring 2023





character inspirations

Literary Inspirations Video Game Inspirations TV and Movie Inspirations
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  • Yellow - Pokemon Special Manga Adventures
  • Mikan Sakura - Gakuen Alice
  • Maria Ushiromiya from Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
  • Bernkastel from Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
  • Furude Rika from Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
  • Ryuuguu Rena from Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni
  • Henrietta from Gunslinger Girl
  • Yulie Ahtreide - Wild Arms 4
  • Arietta the Wild - Tales of the Abyss
  • Alice - American McGee's Alice
  • Bendy and the Ink Machine Series
  • Alice Margatroid from the Touhou Project
  • River - Firefly
  • Jean Grey - XMen
  • Scarlet Witch - MCU
  • Raven - Teen Titans
  • Spinel - Steven Universe
  • Madoka Kaname - Puella Magi Madoka Magica
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=quotes=
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  • “If you upset Uncle Morgan, you’re going to have a very very bad day.”
  • Rumor
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rumours

  • Is apparently one of the graduates of Morgan Trevani's school of Thaumaturgic Assassination. Which is, of course, a secret.
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  • Rumor