Post by CASSADEE ILSE BEAUFORT on Dec 5, 2012 23:15:40 GMT -5
* cassadee i. beaufort ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME cassadee ilse beaufort .
NICKNAMES cass, cassie, dee, and any other colorful variant of her lengthy name .
DATE OF BIRTH october thirteenth .
AGE seventeen .
GRADE/YEAR senior .
ELEMENT fire .
SEXUALITY heterosexual .
MARITAL STATUS unmarried, and she doesn't plan to settle any time soon .
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM karlie kloss .
EYE COLOUR dark brown, with a little bit of micah in there .
HAIR COLOUR chocolate brown .
HEIGHT & WEIGHT five foot eight, one hundred and twenty-five pounds .
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES there's an infinity sign tattooed on the inside of her left wrist, and besides having just earlobe piercings, she has a cartilage piercing on her right ear .
CLOTHING STYLE always one to be the center of attention, cassadee's wardrobe dictates fashion-forward and trendy, in sort of indie way . rest assured she likes to dress immaculately, with little room for error as far as color-coordinating and style go .
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- passionate
- daring
- fiercely loyal
- adventurous
- confident
- insouciant
- determined
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- bellicose
- presumptuous
- impatient
- impulsive
- supercilious
- narcissistic
- rapacious
LIKES
- parties
- attention
- fireball whiskey
- dancing - particularly ballet
- boys
- the smell of clean sheets
- sleeping in late
DISLIKES
- nuisances
that's you, kenny- being badgered
- restrictions
- hangovers
- big dogs
- being ignored
- having her sleep interrupted
STRENGTHS
- strong-willed
- persevering
- ambitious
WEAKNESSES
- short-tempered
- wildly impulsive
- stubborn
FEARS
- ending up alone
- storms
- creepy-crawlies
BEST MEMORY the christmas her father got her a kitten as a present. she loves that kitten, prettily named minnie, and hasn't gotten a better gift since.
WORST MEMORY the first time she got completely wasted - er, rather, her first hangover. it was gross, and she did not look pretty at all.
LONG-TERM GOAL she wants to, eventually, open up her own dance studio where she can teach young girls ballet. she hasn't ever told anyone this - not even her family - and doesn't plan on sharing it any time soon.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER janene linda beaufort-oakley (37), librarian .
FATHER rodger kennedy beaufort (38), self-defense instructor .
SIBLINGS kennedy lynn beaufort (15), student .
OTHER jade anne oakley (16), cousin, student, water elemental.
HISTORY
from a young age, cassadee was always a bit of a spitfire. it was like she had no filter - she would do what she wanted, when she wanted, and she'd say what she wanted, too. there were very little punishments that would affect her, the most effective being the cold shoulder from her mother. dee was always closest to her mother out of the two parents, and so the slightest look of disappointment from her mother's face would send her mind reeling on how to fix the situation.
she was born about year (if not a little more, she always liked to point out) before her younger sister, kennedy. of course, the sisters didn't always not get along; there was a grace period, in which cassadee doted on the baby beaufort with a surprising amount of gentleness. it wasn't until the elemental powers began arising in their superior bloodlines - for cassadee, at fourteen years old - that things in the beaufort household began to become tense. not only was cassadee fighting with kennedy, but she was getting into countless arguments with rodger and janene, too. we only want you safe, they'd said when she'd begun staying out later and later. but safe wasn't fun. safe had become boring.
and if there was one thing cassadee beaufort wasn't, it was boring. she continued to stay out late, flirted with boys who had girlfriends, drank when she was young. she liked to go to parties with older people and she liked doing it mostly because it was irking her parents. eventually, she started liking the parties solely for the parties themselves.
it was at this party that she met john doe. john doe was everything she liked - a smooth-talker, a charmer, someone who knew exactly what to do to get under cassadee's skin in the very best way. sweet, fourteen-year-old cassadee beaufort, poster child for the reckless teen, swallowed up in love by a handsome john doe only to find out she was a pawn. used and abused, dumped when she was no longer "any fun".
after that dreadful summer, at the age of fifteen and in the frigid month of january, cassadee's parents decided it best to enroll her in the academy. they had spent long enough trying to reign in her temper; it could carry on no longer. so, she packed her things and was shipped off to the academy - at first, unwillingly, but as she came to realizing how far away from her parents she was, she warmed up to the idea rather quickly.
the heartbreak of her short-lived romance with john doe left cassadee determined never to let that happen again. unfortunately, john doe knows he can waltz into cassadee's life whenever he wants, and he knows exactly what to do to make her melt under his gaze again. she is constantly fighting the spell he has over her with booze and nameless boys she doesn't care about. even attending the academy now, in her senior year, she can't seem to figure herself out.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME lisette!
YOUR AGE i amalmostseventeen !
RP EXPERIENCE like six+ years? i think?jesi says 8 but w/e
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
i was like "JESI WHURR U B @ QURL" and she sent me this way
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEAs it were, the earliest recollection that Noëlle had without the memory turning to dust within the farthest reaches of her mind (one that wasn't of The Father, one that didn't make her skin crawl and her lips curl and her teeth bare) was when she was just a young girl, perhaps around thirteen years old. The idea of it - being only thirteen years old - was enough to make Noëlle a little melancholic, make her sighs a little softer and her lashes a little lower; it had been so long since she'd been able to measure her age by her looks, by something as momentous as a thirteenth birthday. After you got into your hundreds, well, they just seemed like such a hassle.
In this memory - a dream, it felt like - she was standing out in the middle of a huge, green field. The memory was so vivid inside of her mind that she could almost feel verdant wisps brushing against her fingertips, summer winds kissing her cheeks, buttercup blossoms waving against tall strands of grass; if she closed her eyes, she could almost be there, be thirteen and sweet and innocent again, before everything fell apart and turned black. It almost soured her mood, thinking of this again. Almost - but then, that was because Thayer wasn't right there, already with her, already pulling all of her thoughts away from her humanity and how much of it she had truly lost in the years that had passed.
It was the gentlest ghosting of lips against her neck that made her really snap out of it, so enthralled by her own thoughts that most anyone could have snuck up on her. And that was the problem, you know, when you got to live hundreds and hundreds of years; you had so many things to think about and remember that it would be far too easy to just lose yourself in all of these painted images behind your eyes. A willowy smile alighted on her lips at the sound of his voice, eyelashes fluttering a little bit as she ascended from the depths of her mind to the conversation at present.
"Every moment is suffering," Noëlle sighed for dramatic emphasis, rolling her eyes at him but keeping the smile on her face nonetheless. Even her sardonic tone could not keep hidden the rather sweet emotion radiating from her when he turned her around and pressed their foreheads together. And indeed, it did almost feel as if each moment were a different phase of suffering, but now he was here and the tension became tender release. Her eyes slipped shut and she tilted her face up gently, brushing their noses together in the slightest and sweetest of Eskimo kisses.
"Dreadfully bored," she informed him with a little laugh. "Whatever am I supposed to do during the day, when you're busy gallavanting around Superna like some ruffian thug?" She sighed; poor, restless Noëlle, unable to keep the one thing she had ever desired above all else at her side as she had wished. Of course, it was completely unreasonable to think they could be open about their relationship - there was no denying that it would cause a bit of ruckus.
Noëlle laced their fingers together affectionately, giving him the coyest of smiles at his comment. She moved forward, standing in front of him, sliding her arms around his midsection and peering at him through sooty lashes. Oh, if she could have stood there forever, she would have; the gentle beat of his heart, not entirely hidden from her ears, was something that was both enticing and comforting. Still human, still hers. Not that she would have had any objections if he would have chosen to take the same path as she; it seemed unlikely at this point, however. How much nurturing had it taken to get him to see her not as a blood-sucker, but instead a woman?
"You are..." She laced her fingers together around his back, theirs lips a breath apart and that sly smile still on her face. "Terribly, terribly cruel for doing this sort of thing to me," Noëlle informed him with a light tone in her voice. "In fact, I think you owe me for all of this suffering!" Her eyes flickered, trailing the contours of his face before returning to meet his gaze. "Perhaps a kiss, then?" she suggested, sliding away from him and taking his hand to place it on her waist. "But then, that feels like I'm letting you off too easy."
