Cassandra
Raven Tail
My prince for eternity...~
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Ooc Name: Electra
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Post by Cassandra on Jul 17, 2013 9:42:30 GMT -5
It had been a fair amount of time since Cassandra had moved into Magnolia Town as a way of striking back against her controlling father, and proceeded to join Raven Tail. In spite of her being a member of said guild, she didn’t spend much time there, and only ever visited just to check up on things and take the occasional job. She could never struggle for money, not since her ‘father dearest’ had set up a constant supply of money for her. He had also been behind buying an apartment for her, much to her despair. She had wished to move out and set up a homestead of her own, to try and forget about her father as much as possible. But, he was always there, wherever she went. Brochures for the Akane Resort were literally everywhere in Magnolia, and a lot of her acquaintances often spoke about going.
She was surrounded by her father’s influence and she hated it. She could think of nothing worse, and yet it constantly enveloped her in a cloying, suffocating manner.
The only real reasons she chose to pursue her chosen hobbies were because her father despised them. She painted watercolours, acrylics and many other kinds of canvases, and went to sell them at the market that Magnolia held every three days. It wasn’t like she needed the money, but she most certainly needed something to do. She spent most of her time reading books, writing books, playing music, listening to music, painting and practising new forms of using her Writing magic. No more, and no less. She was a bit of a sucker for routine and tradition, which was why she liked to go and sell her paintings even if she was too shy to flog them properly. It had worked into her routine, and as such she had to uphold it.
That morning, she awoke bright and early having not been asleep for any more than five hours previously. This was her way of preventing the numerous nightmares that plagued her mind every time she fell into the REM state, which was induced after over six hours of sleep. Sometimes, she would literally stay awake for more than ninety hours at a time before collapsing for five hours of sleep, just to avoid the terribly graphic nightmares. Whatever it was a by-product of, she despised it with a huge passion. She showered and stepped out smelling like a mixture of soft spices (like cinnamon and cloves), and other gentle fragrances much like the scent of lilies. Anything too flamboyant wasn’t loved much by her, and she much preferred comforting, familiar scents to anything too outlandish. Her perfume was suitably musky instead of sweet or citrusy. She dressed in a mid-thigh length artist’s smock dress, coloured forest green, and wore a pair of four inch heeled brown wedges. She brushed her long orange locks and braided some of the front-most bangs, pinning them at the back of her head.
Her smock was covered in numerous paints to add to her current artistic flair. After all of her preparation, packing away paintings she had worked on for the past three days and the easels she would display them on, she left her apartment and went down to the market square to set up her stall. It didn’t take her long, due to the low-maintenance of it all, and she was soon perched on her fold-out seat, a book open in her lap, and waiting to see if anybody cared about her works today.
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