Nicknames: Cassie.
Birthdate: May 18, 1863.
Current Age: Seventeen years.
Occupation: Hogwarts student.
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw.
Wand: Cherrywood, 11", supple, unicorn hair.
Blood Status: Half-blood.
Social Class: Middle class.
Family:
- Nathaniel Chant: Father. An intelligent forty-year-old wizard with antisocial tendencies.
Christine Chant: Mother, deceased. A former muggle and seamstress.
Benvolio Chant: Cassandra's rather lazy orange cat.
- Cassandra has always been considerably taller than other girls her age. Although her height doesn't bother her as much as it once did, there was a time when she was teased for towering over people. To her relief, these people started catching up to her in their second and third years, but she's still several inches taller than every girl she knows. Although she is tall, nobody in their right mind would ever refer to her as being big. She's extremely slender, and although this gives her an enviably narrow waist, she's much too thin for modern standards of beauty. She constantly catches people looking at her jutting collarbones and hollow cheeks with a mixture of both fascination and repulsion, but no matter how much she eats, she just can't seem to put on weight.
Although Cassandra can't make herself see what other people see, no matter how hard she tries, most people think of her as being extremely pretty. She's a classic beauty with wide-set blue eyes and porcelain skin, though her lips are a bit fuller than most Victorians think of as being attractive. Her hair is caught somewhere in between dark blonde and light brown, and although she usually wears it curled, it naturally falls to just above her waist in loose waves.
Cassandra adores fashion, and her outfits are always very unique and theatrical. She makes most of her clothing herself, which is something her mother taught her to do when she was very young. She started out using a needle, thread, and sewing machine, but taught herself to make garments using magic in her second year. Although she will follow a trend if she likes it, she won't wear something she doesn't absolutely love just to be fashionable. She'll often wear her favorite clothing until it falls apart, even if it went out of style ages ago. Cassandra loves to wear fitted jackets and hats, and she tends to wear many blues, greens, and other cool colors. She wears quite a lot of underclothes to give the illusion of curves, as well as a very tight corset.
History:
- Cassandra was predominantly raised by her reclusive father, as her mother fell ill with and died from tuberculosis when she was just six years old. Upon her mother's death, her father pulled her out of muggle school and decided instead to teach her himself. As a result, she knows quite a lot about classic literature and very little about math, and if she lived in the muggle world, she would probably be considered quite stupid. Cassandra barely even knows anything about things like history in the wizarding world, and if she wasn't so naturally talented at practical magic, she probably wouldn't have been sorted in Ravenclaw at all.
When Cassandra's father wasn't reading to her, he would retreat into his study to work on his latest writing project (to this day, he still hasn't finished a thing), and as a result, Cassandra spent a large portion of her childhood alone. She never spent time with other young witches and wizards, and spent the majority of her time wandering about her garden and making up far-fetched stories about things like princesses and princes living in imaginary worlds. Whenever she told her father about her fantasies, he always encouraged her. He liked that his daughter was creative and imaginative, just like him.
Likes: Libraries, fairytales, daydreams, beautiful words, old books, garlands of flowers, summertime, fabric stores, ruins, stately homes, sewing, ribbons, fashion, brown eyes, theatre, people with beautiful voices, berries, writing letters, magic, cats, and mist.
Dislikes: Being cold, illiterate people, not being able to afford things, people with no imagination, dark colors, history of magic, deadlines, ugly clothing, people with no manners, not understanding things, meat, and paying attention to things that bore her.
Patronus: Magpie.
Boggart: The death of her father.
Amortentia: Vanilla, clean laundry, new books, old books, and fresh air.
Sample Roleplay Post:
- Cassandra sighed as the sumptuous fabric slid between her fingers, already feeling the tension that had been building up inside of her throughout the day fading away. She had learned long ago that the best way for her to unwind was to let go of her thoughts for once and just do something. And for Cassandra, the thing that she did best was sewing. Although she was perfectly capable of whipping up a garment with a single flick of her wand, these was something about the actual act of sewing by hand that was just so comforting. And although Cassandra's sewing machine wouldn't work on Hogwarts' grounds, she could still use a needle and thread.
For the first time in months, Cassandra pulled a large sewing basket from beneath her bed, settling down at her desk and selecting a pattern for a fitted jacket that she had bought last summer on a whim but never used. She scarcely noticed as her dorm mates started drifting in to go to bed, as she was so absorbed in the task of cutting the deep blue fabric into several large pieces. By the time she was on to the actual act of stitching them together, everybody had already gone to sleep, and her only companion was Benvolio, who had leapt onto the desk while she was distracted to watch her work. She placed her sewing on the desk, taking a short break from her work to scratch the cat's stripey orange head. He closed his yellow eyes in satisfaction, letting out a deep, throaty purr. Cassandra amused herself with him until he too drifted off to sleep, and she returned to her work.
Finally, at a very early hour of the morning, her back aching and her eyes stinging, Cassandra cut the final thread. She held the completed garment up to the only candle in the dorm that was still burning, admiring her handiwork. Finally, she waved her wand over the garment once to tidy up some of her stitching and the jacket was finally finished. Cassandra smiled, feeling accomplished, and stumbled over to her four-poster bed and collapsed at last.
For the first time in a very, very long time, Cassandra fell asleep at once. She wasn't kept awake, tossing and turning, by her various thoughts and fears, by those waves of regret and sadness that washed over her for reasons that she could never quite put her finger on. For once, she didn't fall asleep feeling as if she might cry. For once, the last thing she thought of before she slipped into unconsciousness wasn't whether or not she would wake up in the morning, but how excited she was to start working on a matching skirt for it tomorrow.
Age: Sixteen.
Contact: PM, please.
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