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Name:
Cassandra Myst
Alias: (aka Pronouns)
Sandra
Sandy
Miss
Myst
Miss Myst
Cassy
Species:
Human-Turned Vampire (Ascended)
Race:
Caucasian
Nationality:
French
Sex:
Female
Age:
240 Years - Appears 18 or 19.
D.O.B.
[redact]
Relationship Status:
Single
Family:
Father, Mother, Older Brother, Older Sister, and younger sister. - Dead.
Uncle on Mother's side. - Dead
Uncle and Aunt on Father's side. - Dead.
Grand Parents - Dead.
Cousins, Father's Brother's kids. Dead.
Occupation:
Changes every few decades.
Physical Description:
Her hair is cut short for the more modern look at least modern in the 1920’s, its thick nature making it the envy of the town. Her figure was still attractive, but not by 2000’s standards, meaty but still shapely thanks to the tortuous fashions of the past. Her full face was gentle with its features, dark freckles across her button nose and full lips. Her hair a light brown, her eyes a jeweled green.
Height: 4'8"
Weight:
Body-Type:
Petite, weak, slender.
Visible Scars:
None.
Tattoos:
None.
Fashion Style:
Keeps in touch with the current Decade's Fashion.
Personality:
Star-Sign
Western: [Redact]
Eastern: [Redact]
Blood-Type:
Alignment: Neutral/Good
Background:
Cassandra was a normal young woman back before she died. A respectable woman of the Victorian era. Unbeknownst to her, a group in the city she lives in upset the local vampires. She didn’t even know vampires were a real thing until she had already become one. She woke up in a quiet clearing outside the town with no recollection of what happened which her best Sunday dress ripped in places. Thankfully she was still presentable for public appearances, but she was quick to head home.
Not from a rich family and not from a poor one, Cassandra walked briskly back to the house as she did not want anyone to see and start rumors about her. It was late, very late. Almost no one was on the streets, the burning street lights were flickering as if they would go out at any moment.
When she finally came home she let herself in, and it wasn’t until she was face to face with her parents did she recognize anything was wrong. They were both dressed in nightgowns, wearing caps, and stern faces. But it was not their wrath that she focused on, but the fast-paced beating sound that echoed from their chests. She tried desperately to shake the enchantment that thumping had put her in, but she could not.
She excused herself and tried to leave, but her parents were very upset that a woman such as her would be out so late, and now return with tattered clothing, unkempt hair, and stains all over her. If only they had let her go, maybe they would have been alive.
Apparently, some purebloods had kidnapped a few people of innocence, changed them as fast as they could, and then unleashed them on the town. Each Human-Turned took to the city at their own pace, but eventually, it ended in a bloodbath and several of them dead. Sandra was re-captured by her Pure-Blood, apparently saved because he couldn’t watch her die. It was a long and difficult progress, but she eventually received the Gift of a Pureblood and exalted to one herself.