Post by ~Cassandra Tarei~ on Sept 19, 2008 23:31:14 GMT -5
“what is your name?
CASSANDRA TAREI
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CASSANDRA TAREI
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- AshleyOTHER CHARACTERS -- None
CONTACT INFO -- MSN & Email: dark_wolf-tiger@hotmail.com
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Cassandra Ivy TareiNICKNAMES -- Cassie, Ivy, Cass
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 17 years. Born June 16, 1991.
GENDER -- Female.
YEAR -- Year 12.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Straight.
NATIONALITY -- American.
RELIGION -- Christian.
BIRTHPLACE -- Lebanon, Missouri.
HOMETOWN -- Richland, Missouri.
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- On Campus.
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Dark Brown, Curly, Long.EYES -- Brown.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 5' 4" tall, weighs 127lbs.
BODY TYPE -- Slender.
OVERALL HEALTH -- Good, but takes medication for allergies.
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- She looks old for hr age, maybe a result from her having to mature quickly in order to better support her family.
PLAY BY -- Jennifer Love Hewitt
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- The Japanese artistry and language, being around friends and talking about nothing in particular, strolling near water on a clear star-filled night with a full moon, the mysteries of the Earth and how they effect everyone, the smell of coffee and just-washed items, and anything to do with writing, reading, art, or computers.DISLIKES -- Arrogant and bossy people, people who bully others or are just generally mean to everyone, and anyone messing with one of her friends or family.
WORST FEAR -- Bugs; she can't stand them. Rationally, she knows that her fear is illogical, but because of an incident when she was young she never quite overcame that fear. She can handle most bugs with just some anxiety, but jumping ones or arachnids, or any that can sting especially wasps, just cause her to freeze up and not look away from it until she has enough distance from it to feel safe.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Regrets not having spent more time with her father while he was alive, and regrets not admitting her feelings to a secret crush when she had a chance.
GREATEST AMBITION -- She would love to have a family and have enough money to not only get by, but also to support all those she cared about, and to live quite comfortably. She also wants to produce a clean hit film, that would wow everyone who saw it, even without all the blood and vulgar material that comprised many films.
DEFINING QUALITY -- She desires to be as nice as possible to everyone she meets, because it makes her feel good and is what she believes in according to her religion.
IDIOSYNCRASIES -- She tends to fall into a dazed state a lot, especially when she is thinking, tired, or just day-dreaming. She rarely or never curses, and NEVER uses the curse words that refer to God. She occasionally uses chat-speak without thinking, mostly because she had spent most of her life before going to Karsun on the Internet.
PERSONALITY
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- George Tarei, dead, would be 43.
SIBLINGS -- Kristine Jane Tarei, 13 years old.
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- None that she knows of.
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY
- June 16, 1991- She was BORN!
- February 15, 1994- She saw her first movie, and at that point started taking up an interest in art, even if she was only able to draw scribbles that hardly looked like any masterpiece.
- January 30, 1995- Her sister was born.
- March 24, 1996- She woke up from a nightmare about her room being swarmed with bugs by being bitten by a poisonous spider. Thankfully she was close enough to a hospital that she could be rushed there quickly enough to receive anti-venom before the poison did any real damage, but she has been terrified of bugs, ESPECIALLY spiders ever since.
- April 10, 1998- Her family moves from their hometown in Lebanon, Missouri, to Richland.
- October 8, 2001- Her father died in a house fire after having ran back into the house thinking that she and her sister were still inside.
- June 16, 2002- She took on a bit of a rebellious attitude, and broke away from her religion a bit. She was angry most of the time, and would back-talk her mom and curse frequently, and she avoided any work, even school work.
- June 16, 2004- She became a teenager, and unlike others who were going into their rebellious stage then, she was coming out of hers and finally realizing how she was behaving, and was disgusted by it.
- August 1, 2005- She gets back into her religion fully and starts working on making herself better towards others. She also starts taking on her shy personality, as the hurtful words that she had ignored for so long began getting to her.
- December 29, 2006- She gets a job so that she can support her family and begin storing up some funds for her future.
- September 28, 2008- She decides to finally apply at Karsun Academy, after making sure that her family would be alright without her.
The whispering of the wind through the trees gave no hint of the danger that was nearby. A silver-hared youth sat against a tree, ignoring the snow falling all around him. He did not shiver with the cold, he did not move at all. His eyes were dull and glazed over, utterly uncaring. The wind ruffled his short silver hair, knocking off the snow that had gathered there.
Truly the boy did not care if he lived or died. It was of no concern to him; after all, what remained for him to live for? So he sat, uncaring, just staring straight ahead and waiting for what fate would throw at him. Soon the snow had completely covered his shoulders and legs. Of course he did not bother to shake it off, did not even seem to notice it.
Off to the side, some bushes rustled wildly. A Ratatta leaped from the bushes and into the open, very near the boy. The Pokemon turned and weakly growled in the direction that she had come from. Then she fell to the ground, and try as she might she could not get back up.
Although the boy showed no outward signs that he had even noticed the Ratatta, he saw the Pokemon out of the corner of his eye and was watching it. The appearance of the mouse, with her blood matted fur and limp tail, sparked something within the boy. It brought back many memories, not all of them pleasant. He nearly moved then, over to the Ratatta to somehow help it, but he remained as still as ever.
The emotions from long ago passed, and he paid little more attention to the Ratatta. That is, until a loud growl issued from the same bushes. The boy turned his eyes in that direction, not moving any other part of his body. A Houndoom jumped from the bushes, landing merely a foot away from the Ratatta. <You die now,> the Houndoom stated viciously. His white fangs glimmered in the dim light, eyes glowing re with the promise of death.
The Houndoom lunged. Razor sharp teeth met with vulnerable flesh, and there was no cry of pain. Yet, it was not the Ratatta's body the Houndoom held in his jaws, rather the forearm of the silver-haired boy. Wide red eyes met with glaring blue orbs, now bright and blazing. The boy ignored the pain as he had the cold, ignored the fact that the sleeve of his baggy, light blue shirt was steadily turning red with blood.
"Leave the Ratatta alone," he said simply. His voice carried an undeniable threat, and his eyes inspired fear in the normally unshaken Houndoom. The Ratatta managed to look up, hope returning to her eyes. She had no idea who this strange boy was, yet he was helping her. In all of her sad life, the Pokemon had never known such kindness. He was risking his own life to save hers.
The Houndoom growled and tightened his grip on the boy's arm. The blue eyes increased in their glare, and the fires within them blazed even higher. The dark-type releases his hold and backed away, tail between his legs. <No one crosses me...> he growled, attempting to regain some of his dignity. The boy took a step forward and the cruel Houndoom turned and fled. Something about the human caused his blood to run cold.
With that the boy turned to the Ratatta. His bloodied arm hung at his side loosely, but he was still able to move it. His eyes lost their fire, but not their brilliance. They sparkled brightly as he looked upon the injured Pokemon. "Do you trust me?" he asked, getting down to his knees and offering his good hand.
<Yes,> the normal-type replied, her voice nearly a whisper. She could hardly move, but she managed to lick the hand of the boy who saved her life. With that, the boy gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He rose to his feet and walked in the direction of the nearest town.
"You're going to be okay now," he said fondly. Now the boy did care. Now he had something to live for.
Truly the boy did not care if he lived or died. It was of no concern to him; after all, what remained for him to live for? So he sat, uncaring, just staring straight ahead and waiting for what fate would throw at him. Soon the snow had completely covered his shoulders and legs. Of course he did not bother to shake it off, did not even seem to notice it.
Off to the side, some bushes rustled wildly. A Ratatta leaped from the bushes and into the open, very near the boy. The Pokemon turned and weakly growled in the direction that she had come from. Then she fell to the ground, and try as she might she could not get back up.
Although the boy showed no outward signs that he had even noticed the Ratatta, he saw the Pokemon out of the corner of his eye and was watching it. The appearance of the mouse, with her blood matted fur and limp tail, sparked something within the boy. It brought back many memories, not all of them pleasant. He nearly moved then, over to the Ratatta to somehow help it, but he remained as still as ever.
The emotions from long ago passed, and he paid little more attention to the Ratatta. That is, until a loud growl issued from the same bushes. The boy turned his eyes in that direction, not moving any other part of his body. A Houndoom jumped from the bushes, landing merely a foot away from the Ratatta. <You die now,> the Houndoom stated viciously. His white fangs glimmered in the dim light, eyes glowing re with the promise of death.
The Houndoom lunged. Razor sharp teeth met with vulnerable flesh, and there was no cry of pain. Yet, it was not the Ratatta's body the Houndoom held in his jaws, rather the forearm of the silver-haired boy. Wide red eyes met with glaring blue orbs, now bright and blazing. The boy ignored the pain as he had the cold, ignored the fact that the sleeve of his baggy, light blue shirt was steadily turning red with blood.
"Leave the Ratatta alone," he said simply. His voice carried an undeniable threat, and his eyes inspired fear in the normally unshaken Houndoom. The Ratatta managed to look up, hope returning to her eyes. She had no idea who this strange boy was, yet he was helping her. In all of her sad life, the Pokemon had never known such kindness. He was risking his own life to save hers.
The Houndoom growled and tightened his grip on the boy's arm. The blue eyes increased in their glare, and the fires within them blazed even higher. The dark-type releases his hold and backed away, tail between his legs. <No one crosses me...> he growled, attempting to regain some of his dignity. The boy took a step forward and the cruel Houndoom turned and fled. Something about the human caused his blood to run cold.
With that the boy turned to the Ratatta. His bloodied arm hung at his side loosely, but he was still able to move it. His eyes lost their fire, but not their brilliance. They sparkled brightly as he looked upon the injured Pokemon. "Do you trust me?" he asked, getting down to his knees and offering his good hand.
<Yes,> the normal-type replied, her voice nearly a whisper. She could hardly move, but she managed to lick the hand of the boy who saved her life. With that, the boy gently picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He rose to his feet and walked in the direction of the nearest town.
"You're going to be okay now," he said fondly. Now the boy did care. Now he had something to live for.
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