Post by cassidy on Jul 14, 2008 7:25:29 GMT -4
Knowledge
Name: Cassidy K.[Kiru] Herrera
Age: 15
Status: Human
Family:
+ Mother:: Rosielle K. Herrera
>Sub Info: Currently 39 years old, but is already deceased.
+ Father:: Kouta K. Herrera
>Sub Info: Currently 40 years old, but is already deceased.
Vision
Appearance:
A Glimpse To Remember
Note: Those are links above
Her pair of optics are green, her hair is green, you might think that she is a nature lover. But she is actually not. She is thin, but not as thin as a stick. No scars or blemishes were intended in any elements of her body. She also keeps her hair into a ponytail. But when she sleeps, she lets her hair down.
Her skin tone is normally fair and fine -- not too tanned and not too white which makes her look sufficiently innocent. She is also blessed with a pair of normal-sized legs and arms. No way will she ever wear jewelries. Whats more, her height is 6'1 whilst her weight is 108 lbs.
Aura Within
Personality:
Though, she is outgoing and cheerful -- she often gets traumatized or gets psycho when her temper will reach its very peak. Despite those detestable facts, she often manages to refrain from performing those attitudes that makes her feel rather regret afterwards. Anyway, she also cares and is a loving person and treats everyone nicely.
Alright, she treats people on how they also treat her. If a person is rude to her, she's rude to that person too. Just like a normal girl, she loves helping and is the stubborn type. She is approachable, loves to befriend and is an easy-going person, but that depends on the person's personality. She is strong in protesting and is brave enough to face consequences or fights.
If you apologize, she forgives you right away. Even if you apologize countless times, she still forgives you. She hates seeing people suffering and is not the type to bully -- unless if a person is bullying her, she bullies back. Plain simple. She is not good in lying. If you want to know how to indicate that she is lying -- it's either she forces out a nervous laugh or a shaky/nervous smile or even her hand scratching the back of her head. Or you could just read her eyes, because they are indeed, readable.
But mind you, she is very addictive to murdering even though she regrets it long afterwards. Just remember that she has a real destructive violent ego of herself -- so people have to keep their insults or fatal doings to her to a minimum. To sum some things, she can also play pianos and operas.
Reminisce; Murderous Experiences
History:
Cassidy Herrera lives in Japan. Tokyo, to be more precise. She was born in June 15, 1993. She just turned 13 by the time she learned the art of playing a piano. She studies in Bell Valley Academy, and has a best friend named Jasmine Setsuna. And she also has a crush on a person identified as Satoshi Hiwatari. He was a handsome-looking male, and has a voice which fits for a young blond[e] boy. Fangirlism just actualize everytime she sees or go with him. But after some days, she realized that she was falling for him.
It was an atrocity that Satoshi died in her next birthday, because of a car accident. The point is, she didn't know about it until she concealingly heard her parents' muffling conference regarding the terrifying news -- days later. She was utterly angry about the fact that they didn't tell her, but she understood that it is sometimes hard to admit such matters, so she just let it go. But there's so much going on in her life. In within three years, she was still having fun playing the piano in the Academy's Auditorium. And hanging out with her close friend still wasn't bad.
Until her fifteenth birthday came.. Jasmine died.
Ever since the abrupt experience, playing the piano was of no entertainment to her anymore, but at least she had something to do. She is just a normal being, no unbelievable abilities -- nothing. The only thing left for her to do is to consistently bond with her talent, so the boring feeling won't conquer her. Besides these points, she became minutely insane after a few weeks -- her eyes all glazed over. She was overshadowed with obsession towards bringing Satoshi and Jasmine back to her life, which made her lost sight of everything, and began to murder people who tortures her in any way up to the maximum.
But some part of her personality still remains, and she is still alive.
Sample RP:
Good evening.
The sun was gone now, totally extinguished from the firmament. Yet, there was a sort of leftover glow that eased the transition of day into night. Cassidy walking along at the empty gardens of the Academy campus, among the neatly trimmed flowering bushes that lined the enormous lanes that connected the various buildings of the sector.
It was said that the night sky was the parchment on which the destiny of men was etched, a glib oracle that prophesied with a certainty that was spear-deep and a duplicity that left one with riddles instead of answers.
They would start at a twilight, start their days like the beasts of the woods at a time when ordinary men ended theirs and sit outdoors till the beginnings of morning stained the horizon.
Beautiful... yet, sickening.
There was an unforgiving pain that roiled somewhere on her right arm. Due to her activated clumsiness, she slipped and wounded her arm. Of course, in within that incident, flashing eyes were staring at her with storm of laughters letting loose. This threatened to bludgeon her spirit and confidence. She was planning to go to the Infirmary to treat her injury.
In case that you are a pervert...
She was wearing a blue slub-knit henleys, a white foldover skirt, and chainlink thong jelly sandals. She has nothing to do, but to preen her mind, hopelessness and stay confident, so her clothes don't look a little bit dirty -- due to her clumsiness again. Whatever anyway. She just vie for confidence to return to her again.
The Infirmary.
Silence was flaunting in the air as she entered. She had found herself being observed by some people here. She saw the look of acumen of a boy's face when she passed by him. And out of the corners of her eyes, she saw some animated gesticulations of the nurses. They really seem to be working hard. She also heard some students' orotund, sinuating mumbles and whines.
Tsch. Whines.
She went to a room absentmindedly, then alertly saw a nurse coming for her. Inquiring, Cassidy told all about her badly wounded arm. Bandages were sticking on her wound, not all painful -- just a little bit. She's indebted to the nurse's doings, so she thanked her three times before signing a paper -- took some extra bandages and exited the room.
All better? Not.
Before Cassidy could ever exit this Infirmary, she spotted a girl and another girl sitting on a wheelchair. She might be in a bad mood, but what will happen to her approachable ego? She was pragmatist at heart too, the girl on the wheelchair seems to have a problem. Can't you see the look on her face? There was an incorrigible feeling to approach them.
She approached them, of course.
"Good afternoon...", she greeted them cheerfully, but her eyes were mostly facing at the girl on the wheelchair.