GREENE, cassandra joyce

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CASSANDRA JOYCE GREENE !
‘you may know who you are, but i am who i will be’

HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?

“What do you need to know? Because my basics are low kicks, cartwheels, and punches… Alright, we can start with my name then. I’m Cassandra Joyce Greene, but call me Cassie, or Cas, or Sandra, or any other possible nickname that you can come up with, I’m not picky. I’m ninety nine point seven percent sure that I’m a female. About sixteen years ago on the twenty-fourth of March I was welcomed into this crazy world of ours. Now since I’m a hunter I guess I could be counted as neutral or against all supernaturals, but my personal reason why I think I should be neutral is because is that I really don’t like the idea of all supernaturals having to die. It’s not like the majority of them choose to be what they are. I honestly feel sorry for the kids who are born into it; it’s hard not being normal sometimes, I guess… But the majority of them do need to die; the ones that try to get humans to be their slaves and think of us nothing more than scum? Yeah, them. Anyway, I’m heterosexual, and that’s all you pretty much need to know right?”

SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.

“Birdies can talk? Since when and why don’t I have one as a pet yet? Oh wait, it’s those parrots, right? But they’re not little! Alright, I’ll stop, but only for a few moments. Um, I guess we can say that my hair is a mess of waviness, especially in the mornings. I guess it’s a medium length just passing my shoulders, but I don’t really now. Yes, it’s naturally wavy, and I put it up whenever I train or off hunting. Other than that, though, I keep it in a braid or just leave it alone. My eyes are… Well, they’re hazel I guess. Some people say it differs from light green and blue depending on the lighting, but I just call it hazel, y’know? As for height and weight, I can’t say I remember my weight perfectly, but I’m around one hundred twenty pounds or something, and I’m five feet, eight inches. Not bad, yeah? I don’t have any piercing or tattoos, but being a hunter, I have a bunch of scars that are noticeable. The three diagonal scratch marks on my left arm, however, has to be the worst. As for my style, I try to mix it up every day. But whether someone judges my appearance by the clothing, I wear; I don’t really care. But I must say, I can be pretty presentable when I clean up.”

I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!

“Out of curiosity, do you compliment everyone you interview? Just curious. But anyhow my personality? Well, this is gonna be hard because I might come off as an airhead, but I'll try.

Let’s start off with the things in this world that I just love, shall we? Hmm there's a lot of things but let’s see... There's being my own person. Ever since I was little, I've always wanted to do things the way I wanted to do them, and that part of me just doesn't seem like it's going to change soon. Hmm, ice-cream is another thing definitely that and hot chocolate. Ice-cream because it gives me blasts of energy when I need it and the taste is amazing, and hot chocolate because I am not a morning person. Just one cup of the stuff wakes me up; it's like some people with coffee. Hmm let's see, I love training. Whenever I know that I have the determination to do the things I need to be doing, I do them. And the things I end up doing, I always do it one hundred ten percent. Whenever I'm bored, it's just... Well, boring. Puzzles! Yes, yes, puzzles. Not particularly the kind that you have to put the small pieces of cardboard together, but more the type where you need to think outside the box. Mental challenges can be the most difficult to overcome, you know. Oh, and being right. Call me competitive when it comes to me saying things, but I won't say some things if I don't have a point to back it up with. But above all I love the little group I have with these guys Ashton, Cooper, and David. They're hunters too, and they're the closest thing I've got to family.

Now the things I don't like... Well the list could on just like it would with the likes, but let’s start with the supernaturals. It shouldn't be a shocker because I am a hunter, aren't I? They killed my parents before I even got the chance to have memories with them. Now I have to admit there are some innocent ones out there that don't need to die, but for the most part, they need to be destroyed. I don't like spinach either. I know, I know it's healthy and all, but I just hate the taste of it, ick. People who can't take the truth and purposely ignore it make me want to punch something sometimes. The fact they ignore it on purpose and just try to cover it up with lies is just... Urgh, I don't even know what to say about it without cussing every other word. Now, I absolutely hate being told what to do. I can find things out for myself and I will. I know it's normally for my benefit, but I want to face the dangers myself. If I'm already in a bad mood, I'll do the complete opposite of something someone tells me to do just to annoy the hell out of them. I don't like large crowds either. People just chatting really loudly to each other as if they need to yell in order to be heard, and they do, it irritates me. I also hate failing; I know it's a part of everyday life and all, but it makes me feel like I'm not god enough if I don't get things done. It not only depresses me when I fail, it lets down others too; it just plain sucks.

There are plenty of things that I'm good at I must admit, but I do have my bad sides too you know. Nonetheless, I'm very good at saying what's on my mind. Confidence you could call it. I'm not afraid of standing up for myself and making a point. Speaking of which, I am very independent. The things I do I try to do on my own. I don't like feeling weak or anything, and I will do the majority of things in my life alone. But I must admit, having a strong pillar to lean on every now and then is a life saver. I'm also a very observant person. The more I get to know someone the more I catch up on their habits and how they tend to think. Sometimes I understand them by just a quick glance at their expression of just get them after being so close for a long while. People say I have a very quick wit and know what to say all of the time, but really, it's just that little bit of creativity that I have. I have a long patience too which comes in handy every now and then. I'm not likely to explode, but once I'm upset it brings out a completely different side of me.

Now sometimes I can be pretty overconfident. There, I said it! Yes, I know the majority of the time my confidence in myself gets me into trouble the drags other people down too. Bad, I know, but I can't help myself. I can be rather rebellious as well though. Like I said, I like going my own way not the path that others are pushing me towards. It's just that I don't want them controlling me so much. I need my space and freedom too. To top it all off, I'm more stubborn than a mule. No one can really change my opinion so much because once I have a goal, my line of thinking goes all tunnel vision. Like I said earlier, I'm relatively different when I'm upset. When this happens, I call myself Sassy Cassie because I end up using my wit as sass towards everyone to get them to fuck off. I can hold grudges for a very long time too so don't expect me to be the one to apologize.

Then there's those things that I just do a lot of the time. I bite my lip a lot whenever I'm trying hard to do anything. It's weird because most people just scrunch up their eyebrows while I just bite my lip. Some people say I look nervous when I do that, but really, I'm just concentrating. I love to just dance randomly whenever a good song reaches my ears. I don't care what people think of me, but I love to get my groove on. My dancing skills aren't anything special just me moving around to the beat really. And to add to that, I just need to have hot chocolate every morning or else Sassy Cassie will be here all day long.

What do you mean fears? I'm not scared of anything! ...Alright that was a terrible lie. Everyone is scared of something, hides some things, and always wants something done in their lives. In all honesty, I'm afraid of losing the family that I've grown to love. Ash, David, and Cooper these guys are really all I have. Them and Thomas. I've lost my first family already, I don't want to lose this one either. I'm also afraid of drowning. I know, it's a terrible fear for someone who hunts in the woods where there are lakes and everything, but I can't swim. No one really bothered to teach me since they probably figured it's not all that hard, but it is for me.

Desires and secrets? I'm probably going to regret letting this all out, but if it's confidential alright. Just don't let anyone find out about this or else I know who my next target will be. One of my weaker secrets is that I have slight dyslexia. It isn’t as severe as it was when I first started to learn how to read, but it still gives me very, very bad headaches. Why is this a secret? Well, I don’t know. Oh yeah! This is reading! Everyone can read really easily. I wouldn't want to get laughed at and be called a freaking idiot you know. I just love how deep or shallow they can be depending on the reader sometimes. Privately, I also want to be just a normal teenage girl. Girls around my age wouldn't be worrying about who they're killing next or what they should bring for the next hunting trip. No, they worry about what they're going to wear the next day of school, whether the hot popular guy will ask them to the dance, or... or whether or not they'll have dinner with their family when they get home. I don't have that. I probably never will either. It's a stupid desire that won't ever happen. Great, now I feel like such a wimp! Thanks a lot, I hope you're happy.

Overall, though, I'd like to think that I'm not that bad of a person. I like being with the guys, Ash, David, and Cooper, a lot, but it's not like I can't make any other friends. The majority of them though are probably hunters, but who said I can't be friends with other regular humans? I'm not sure how a lot of people will take my opinionated sayings a lot, but I still like to have fun with people. Not so much parties, but the just hang out and do things that we like kind of fun. As long as they don't try to boss me around, I'm pretty good with people. I can take a joke, pull a prank, and do all that random crap every now and then. I make my opinions on people by being with them for a while and observe them; that's when I decide I hate or want to hang out a person. But I guess that's pretty much it.”

I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!

“Now, if you would ask a normal girl about their past, they'd say that in their sixteen years of life there's hasn't been much. But definitely not for me. Actually, I've seen, heard, and done more than most adults. Well, the ones who aren't hunters at least. I don't know much about my real family, but my parents were apparently well known hunters. If you’re a hunter, you probably know the name of Eliza and Roger Greene. No? Well, alright then maybe not that well known. I don’t have any siblings that are blood related, but I do have three- no, four very important people in my life, Ashton, Cooper, David, and Thomas. Oh, and I have a dog who I love very much. No one in that list I’m related to, but they’re the closest I’ve got to family, especially Ashton, but yeah.

As you’ve probably caught on, my parents died and I’m left with no known blood-related family. I’ve always been told that they were killed by supernaturals, werewolves to be exact, only when I was a little older than a year old. You see, those two have known each other through hunting. They were both hunters who had a whole training group, but when they got married, they refused to hunt again. Heck, I’m pretty sure they even intended for me to have a normal life. How I know it is through the only thing I have left of them. It’s an old grainy photo that looked like I was around a year old because I could stand. My parents were on the floor watching baby me walk in that picture. It’s very special to me because on the back, there’s a note in smudgy cursive. I memorized it; it read: “Our baby Cassie is so precious. She just learned how to walk! Now if only we can get her to stay in one place. She’s a very active kid… I just hope she doesn’t find out about the other world. I want her to grow up a normal kid. We love you Cas, Mommy Eliza and Daddy Roger.” Sorry your plans didn’t particularly work out, Mom.

How they died was when the werewolves attacked our home. My father distracted the werewolves while my mom hid me under a silver bowl. Out of practice and unarmed, my parents were easily cornered and killed. When the group of hunters who worked with my parents found out, they came to my house and found everything ransacked, my parents dead, but me safely under the bowl crying. I’ve been told that there was some debate on whether or not I should have been taken to the orphanage, but they ended up keeping me and training me as soon as I could understand how to control myself. Mainly the young adult females took care of me and watched over me, and whenever I asked, they told me that the supernaturals killed my parents just because they were hunters. That was how my hatred for the monsters began.

Training began when I was four. Thomas took me in as one of his “special” apprentices. I looked up to the guy because he was just so great and knew my parents because he was a part of their group. He would tell me things about them, but sadly he didn’t know about their family. He just mainly told me about their hunting accomplishments. I loved to hear those stories and feel proud that my parents were so good. And just like any other kid, I wanted to be “just like them.” I took every moment of training to heart and tried to be an expert at everything. Sadly, I couldn’t be as good as some of the other prodigies, but I had begun when my brain was like a sponge craving for knowledge so I knew how to do things really well, I just needed to improve. I hated the fact that I had to be under the shadows of everyone else. I needed to become a figure of my own and make a mark for myself and this world. I also needed to continue who my parents were as far as professions go.

There were other people there in the group of hunters that Thomas trained. I had grown to be close with them as well despite the fact they were all boys. They became my family. Everyone who trained with me did but mainly those four guys. Ashton especially because he had always seemed to look after me like what I would think a brother would do to a little sister so I began to call him just that “Big Brother.” We trained together and told stories. I wasn’t better than them, but I must admit I wasn’t bad either. My training was had a wide horizon. I continually changed from archery to hand to hand combat to shooting. I was mainly good at sharpshooting. Everyone complimented me on it, and I admit I became a bit big-headed whenever they had good words for me and my skills.

Now being me, I did things other than training. I grew fond of figuring out Rubix cubes. But more importantly, I loved sports. Whenever I have free time, they let me play basketball, soccer, and other things. I really loved soccer though. I had really strong leg muscles. I was able to beat a lot of guys, but I eventually wanted more competitions so I ended up going against the adults. I lost a lot then, and it was humiliating for a while, but I advanced in my playing skills just as I was with my hunting skills.

Because I didn’t particularly live with anyone, I stayed at a dorm-like place with some adult hunters, who were able to take care of me. The females who stayed with me tried to teach me the normal academics in the lounge, but I wasn’t any good at it. When they tried to teach me how to read and write, however, I always had this severe headache and couldn’t make out the letters. The words always seemed to move and… and they weren’t what they looked like to me, if that makes any sense whatsoever. This was how I realized I had dyslexia. I was about seven-years-old then, and it was severe for a little while. Now, I swear I am not illiterate. I can read but not excessively. If you want to put it in school-grade rating, I’m at about fifth grade. Well, in reading at least; I can write decently. It’s horrible I know, but you can’t blame me for having it. I know I’m improving every day though.

My first hunt was also my first kill. I was thirteen with Thomas and a few others. We were a small group ambushing a few vampires. I know, why were they letting a thirteen-year-old go against such powerful and dangerous monsters? Well, it’s simple. They knew I could handle it. They gave me a bow filled with wooden arrows, and told me to just shoot from afar, but I refused to listen. However, I couldn’t listen to them because I ended up having to evacuate the tree I was in because one of the vampires who was separated from his group because of the hunters pushed me off the branch. My fall was hard and I was so dazed that it took me a minute before my sight returned. When I did regain it, though, I saw the young vampire hovering over me with a smirk on his face. The anger of my parents being killed by the likes of him was showed itself when I grabbed a wooden arrow from my belt and lunged forward taking the chance and plunging the sharp stake right into his chest. I remember really clearly how scared he looked, and I never looked away from his gaze until I knew he was dead. I was lucky with that shot, he very well could have killed me if he wasn’t so distracted by his friends being killed, but everyone still congratulated me. I felt proud of myself too having killed something that thrived by drinking the blood of humans. I had killed a supernatural, something my parents killed themselves before.

Everything continued from there. I was brought on hunts almost every week, but I still continued to train every day. I felt so accomplished that I was continuing what my parents did, but I couldn’t help but wonder at nights, why didn’t they want me to find out about this world anyway? It haunted me that question, but I always came to the conclusion that they wanted me to be their “Little Girl.” They didn’t want me hurt, I figured. But I realized one day that wasn’t the case because of that one hunting trip to kill the clan of werewolves who killed my parents.

It was one of the main things I’ve trained for, one of the reasons why I was who I was. It wasn’t hard for me to be super excited to finally be after the ones who killed my parents. Everything went according as planned from the invasion to the capturing of the supernaturals. I was going for the clan leader, she was a female, and I knew that she had something to do with my parent’s death because she wore the necklace that my mother wore in the photo I have of her. They told me to kill her while she was still bound by rope, but I didn’t listen and asked her where she got the necklace with a silver dagger to her throat. She told me what my parents did. My father and mother invaded and killed her whole clan for no reason, but she was an escapee. The reason they killed my parents was simply because of vengeance. It was my parents who sealed their deaths by being who they were, I realized. Out of complete confusion and anger that my beliefs of the werewolves killing my parents first were wrong, I killed that clan leader without another blink. I burned the necklace, trying to burn the words that the werewolf said along with it, but nothing helped.

I didn’t want to believe that the werewolf was telling the truth, but the more I asked around and read the records that were kept, I realized it was true. That was when I began to doubt my motives. Every time, since then, I went on a hunt, I questioned what the target did that deserved death. Everyone noticed, but didn’t question me. I began to notice that they were beginning to think of me as a weakling by asking so much, so I began ranting to it about Ashton instead of letting it all out through asking. Judging by his expression, I knew he had the same problem. I could read the guy like an open book sometimes, but I didn’t question him. I figured he would tell me once he wanted to.

I still had the problem though. I eventually came to the conclusion though, I needed to keep being a hunter and sneak around to look at the files myself so that I didn’t have to ask. If I couldn’t find the information, though, I would ask. If they didn’t tell me and tried to make me go, I wouldn’t go. They knew I was a rebellious one, so it works even up till now. I’m afraid, though, that the rumor of me becoming a wimp will start spreading like a wildfire, but I’m more afraid that they’ll begin questioning me and my motives. They would probably cast me out as a sympathetic hunter then and shun me. Other hunters are the only family I have left, if I lost them, I don’t know what I’d do.

…That’s pretty much it. Such a happy ending, right? No, not really. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to clear my head through training. Remember though, confidential or I will kill you. Bye!”

AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?

“Harro! I’m Red! You all probably have seen me in the chat box, but yeah. I’m still pretty new to the site and a bit rusty in role-playing so bear with me. My time zone is EST, and I shan’t tell my age ‘cuz I want y’all to guess, but my birthday’s almost up so… I dunno. Haha!”

Just a note ;; This was from an old topic so it’s kinda sucky, haha!

Peace was always something that seemed to absolutely hate Corin. Only every once in a blue moon was she able to really have the kind of peace that most people wanted. Not once since she's arrived in camp has the model in training truly been full of peace. Her mind whirled continuously as she, again and again, try to comprehend whether or not everything is just a farce or a dream even despite how ridiculous that sounded. Even now as she walked across the fields of the Fall Event in the sports fields, her mind refused to settle down and just enjoy the various booths and attractions that were going around her. With a scoff, the white-haired-girl's eyes simply narrowed. She will never be able to calm down as far as she knew so the thought of even trying to do so was futile.

It was obvious that she wasn't particularly too bothered by the chilly weather of upstate Washington with the clothing she had on. Corinne's entire wardrobe had still yet to be redone for “camp life.” Today, specifically for just taking a stroll through the camp's buzz, she wore a pair of dark skinny jeans that tucked into jet black boots and a dark brown belt around her hips. For a top, she wore a white tank cami under a white, flowing poncho-like shirt with thin black stripes. Her favorite sterling silver necklace with a half of a broken heart hung around her neck, and a charm bracelet was on her right wrist along with her white fingerless leather glove that she wore specifically to hide her not-so-little scar. Her wavy white hair was left alone to cascade down her back, and a dark blue beanie was placed on her white head.

Corinne had already finished her part of the Festival by carving the two “Entrance Trees” to make it seem festive. Everyone who entered through that path would be able to see her skill and handiwork. A proud smirk crept its way onto her face as she glanced back towards the direction of the haunted house in the woods. After a moment of her gaze lingering, Rin turned back around towards the snack shacks. The day was about to come to a close so she had thought that a good cup of hot chocolate would be good for her.

By the time she had gotten her hot chocolate in a Styrofoam cup— a cup that she found rather tacky really— she turned around after paying, only to ram into someone who had been running. Her steel blue eyes shot a glare as her hot chocolate had spilled partly on her hand but the majority poured to the floor as the Styrofoam practically exploded from the impact. “Oh my gods, you idiot!” she exclaimed immediately stepping back, “Watch where the hell you're going!” Putting her free hand—her gloved hand specifically— on her hip, Rin looked at the person defiantly. “You owe me a new cup of hot chocolate,” she practically demanded. She had paid a good dollar and fifty cents for that, and the person was going to pay her back whether they wanted to or not. The hot drink that had poured onto her hand left a tingly feeling in her skin but as a person with so-called “hot blood” it didn’t seem to bother her at all.

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