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Cassandra Ponos Kako Golden

Misunderstood, angry, hurt

BACK TO BASICS ' '

Full Name: Cassandra Ponos Kako Golden
Significance of Name: Ponos- means pain in greek, and Kako means hurt in greek
Nickname(s): Cass, otherwise just Cassandra
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Orientation: She doesn't usually get out much...but straight
Grade: 10
Celeb you're using: Emily Browning <3
Deity: Odyne Greek
Title of your deity: Goddess of Pain

STRIKE A POSE ' '

Physical Appearance: Not being very tall, at only 5'5, Cassandra is not a very imposing figure. Add in her slim figure, hazel doe eyes, and shy smile, Cassandra just isn't scary.

Slim and short, Cassandra could never pass a bully or bodyguard. With short legs and small curves, Cassandra doesn't have the body of a model, but rather the body of a bookworm,or computer fanatic. Posessing no curves has only inflamed Cass's temper toward the unfairness of the world. Having grown up in New York City, she was used to seeing billboards with beautiful actresses and models, all having beautiful bodies. And to put it shortly, Cassandra doesn't have a beautiful body.

Cassandra's face, however, has a beauty of it's own. Having a heart shaped face with big hazel eyes, Cassandra's face posesses beautiful qualities that can't be found just anywhere. With big, hazel eyes, and long lashes, Cassandra's eyes draw the attention on her face. Besides being in bed, and being in the shower, Cass maintains the eyeliner and mascara, trying to up the amount of attention they draw in. Looking away from her eyes, Cassandra has a small mouth, with plump lips always covered in a light casing of lipstick. Cass's cheekbones are smooth and high, and her jawline is heavily defined, a masculine trait she despises. Having a well-proportioned nose, and trimmed eyebrows, it is obvious the amount of care Cassandra puts in to her face.

Cass's hair is an auburn color, coming down slightly past her shoulders, with her bangs either allowed to fall down her forehead, or to be brushed to the side. Cass washes her hair twice everyday, to maintain it's shininess, and the smooth texture of it. Cass's hair is naturally straight, so Cass leaves it in it's natural form. She never lets it grow out past her shoulders.

Cassandra has always preferred sweatpants to dresses. Never wearing "fashionable" clothes or expensive make-up, she has always been considered cheap, and has always been told that she doesn't care about the way she looks, which is completely untrue. She just prefers cheap clothes. Never going all out, Cass prefers to wear jeans and t-shirts no matter where she goes. Though some people frown on her clothing habits, she brushes their thoughts aside. Several cuts adorn her wrists.

LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '

Personality Description: Cass has always felt that the world was unfair. Growing up in NYC, Cass had dreams of making it to the big time. But people told her no. Cass wanted to switch schools, but her parents told her no. Her entire life people have told Cassandra no, and now she is a fed-up bitch. Cynistic, sarcastic, skeptical, and mistrustful, Cass can be hard to like. Seeing the worst in every person, and pointing out people's flaws are the first two things Cass will do when she meets someone. Liking people has always been hard for her, and the few friends she ever had left her once her "pain" disposition became known to her entire school.

Though she is mad at the world, Cass has a soft spot for abused children and animals. She believes the survivors are the ones who should be recieving the fame and the glory, not the spoiled brats in Hollywood that get whatever they want. Cassandra also harbors a hatred for her parents, due to the way in which the threw her out. Cass was also emo for awhile, although it was unwilling. Due to the cumulative amount of pain that builds up inside of her, Cass has to find a way to release it.When she was younger it was on her self. Now that she is older, she has ways of releasing it.
Likes:
- survivors; people who have pulled through
- romance novels; they can slightly make her feel better about herself. But shh don't tell anyone. It's a secret.
- Pain; it might sound brutal, but she has always felt drawn to bullies and those who inflict pain on others. Unwilling, but yes it's true.
- Freaks, cripples, ugly people; They can all relate.
- flat out people in pain; Let them feel it.
Dislikes:
- Hollywood; rich, spoiled brats who don't know about pulling through Hell.
- Models; Perfect bodies yes. Perfect souls? Maybe one in a million.
- People who tell her what she can and can't do; Come and try. she'll show you what she can do.
- Charitable people; If you want to help her, leave her own.
-Death; Believe it or not, she's afraid of it.
Strength:
- Can take hits
- Afraid of almost nothing
- Extremely brilliant, high I.Q.
- Street smart
- Knows who to be friends with, and who to avoid. Amazing personality sensor.
Weaknesses:
- Afraid of dying
- Very cynical. Hard for her to see the world in a bright light.
- Kinda bitchy.
- Bad at making friends
- not very strong physically
Fears: Death, being bullied by people again.
Goal: To be accepted for who she is, and to support people everywhere who don't have anyone to rely on. She wants the world to see the cripples and the freaks, and to accept them.

Power/Ability: Excrutiation- when she focuses, she can exert pain on another creature, relieving her of the pains he feels herself. She has yet to discover the fact that through skin to skin contact, she can intensify the pain.

WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '

Place of Origin: New York City
History:
Born to Samantha and Joseph Golden, Cassandra grew up in a middle income family, with two parents that really couldn't seem to care less. Even when she was a baby, Cass's parents were neglectful, forgetting to feed her, and not changing her diapers for days. As she grew up, she was expected to feed herself, and take care of herself expecting no help whatsoever from her parents. Cass had no siblings, as her parents called her, "stupid" and "dumb" words that would stick with Cass her entire life.

Whenever Cass asked about her middle names, Samantha always got a hazy look in her eyes, as if she didn't remember even naming her own child. When Cass persisted, she was rewarded with a slap, and an early bedtime. Both Samantha and Joseph were rockstars. If they could even be called that. Gigs were rare, and whatever money they earned was spent on themselves. They lived in a dirty two bedroom apartment, and Cass's roomates were the cockroaches and rats.

As Cass aged, she began to understand her predicament, and withstood it like a true soldier. She didn't say anything to anyone, in fear of being sent to a foster home or orphanage. At age seven she attended school. It took her awhile, but she made a few friends, and she excelled in the schoolwork, winning apprasial from the teachers as well. Cass's first few years of school followed suit, with her sticking with her friends and becoming the favorite of the teachers.

When Cassandra hit twelve, things started to get rough. A deep pain began hitting Cass every night before she went to sleep. She didn't dare complain to her parents, so she kept her silence, expecting it to eventually go away. But it got worse. The pain began hitting her during the day. She'd run to the nurse,but the nurse could do nothing. Cass's grades slipped, and she slowly drifted from her friends. Her sixth grade year was awful.

The pain never went away, but stuck with her. Until she picked up a knife. The cuts were small, and almost immediately after they were made, the pain went away as well. She was given a week reprieve until the pain came back. She repeated the process many times, the cuts slowly getting bigger. People had seen them, and she was now considered the freak at her school. She got pushed around, and was shunned. She had absolutely no friends. She didn't think there was anything that could relieve the pain besides her cutting. And the way she discovered it was an accident.

Her mother had just gotten done yelling at her for her grades, when she slapped Cass hard. In a sudden fit of rage, Cass had imagined her mother in excruciating pain, and with that thought in her mind, Cass watched as her mother doubled over on the ground, sudden tears in her eyes. In shock, Cass watched as her mother slowly got up and backed away from Cass. Cass went to bed, without saying a word. The next morning, Joseph told Cass she was to leave the house. No elaboration, just a death sentence in New York City. Cass took it well enough, and left that same morning. At age 15.

She lived with a distant relative for half a year, relieving her pain into strange people she passed across the street, and wild animals she encountered. Finally, she was contacted by representatives from a school known as Pantheon Academy. With no where else to go, she up and left, to forge for herself a new life, with pain following right behind her.
Remember Pantheon Finds you, never the other way around

CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '

Well most obvious is the pain that Cass has with her that she has, unless she passes it on to someone else. She is also drawn to pain, and those who deliver it.

ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '

Alaeyr? I asked mentally, rubbing my shoulder free of it's cramp. Endorin, for the last time, you don't have to keep saying it like a question! His response was instantaneous, and I smiled at the hot-headed reply. Usually that was me, but I understood. Dragons weren't meant to be caged in the first place. Okay, I'm sorry. I just wish we were out of these stupid crates! Instead of replying I only felt his mind brush mine to let me know I had heard him, and then that was it. It would be up to me to amuse myself.

Galbatorix's treatment of us, was to say the least, not quite too bad. Yes he was crazy, deranged, and a monster, but he gave us good living quarters and taught me so much about magic and swordsmanship I never would have guessed there would be so much out there. While Alaeyr couldn't stop complaining, I began spending more time with the other young riders, even getting lessons from, Capio, another of the older riders. I became more powerful, and my constant rebellions dwindled down, while Alaeyr constantly fought against Galbatorix's wishes. He was still to small for me to ride him, yet his dark grey scales were getting larger, his wings wider, his teeth sharper. In a while, I'd be riding him.

I also had many teachers. Pele and Schrren taught me darker arts, Murtagh swordsmanship, and Za'lyyr helped with our Ancient Language vocabulary, and helped us with using magic in our minds. The worst lesson of the week. Alaeyr and I paid him virtually no heed, and ignored any advice he gave us. The feelings we had for him would never be changed, the hate so passionate it felt like a fire when he thought about him. Malandra taught me table manners, and different sciences like chemistry, physics, and biology. And she gave me lessons of the sexual world as well. What to do, how to do it, and when to do it. I enjoyed these lessons, and yearned to be with Malandra in the sensual way. And through all this, I grew older.

And now look where I was. Sifting through memories while I sat hunched over in a crate. Alaeyr had been right, we never should have agreed to this. It was folly, and stupid. I'd rather be back at Galbatorix's palace, or better yet:Ellesmera. Ellesmera and my mother were the only things I felt tied to in my elven culture. Islanzadi had let me be taken, yet I still wanted to be back in her halls. But I knew I would never get out unless Galbatorix was slain, and with all his new riders, it'd be nigh impossible. But I was young and I clung to hopes and the impossible. It was my job.

Oh Gods Endorin please stop. Alaeyr's voice was like the sound of a sword on shield in my head and I cringed, my head hitting the top of the crate. Stop what? I replied hotly. Wanting things we'll never have I admit, his words stung, and I stopped talking altogether. And then a blessing from the Gods, we stopped. I could only faintly hear Remy and the man talking, but I was shaking from the excitement of getting out into the air. I could hear thumps, and knew that the others were being unloaded, and finally I was lifted as well. As I dropped, I kicked down the wall in front of me immediately and strode outside. Others were doing the same. Remy was standing off alone, and Pele was already using magic. Turin and Shayna, people I virtually knew nothing about, were standing off talking, and the giant of a man Pravus was stretching. Following my connection to Alaeyr, I ran to his crate.

When I got to him he jumped out, and began flying through the air. I smiled and he roared with delight. Then he descended down to me, and sat on the ground next to me. There was no need to talk, we were both too excited. I saw others getting out now. I blond elf had just exited her crate and was standing alone, fixing her hair. When she caught me staring, she turned and smiled, and I was surprised to see that she was amazingly beautiful. With a smile she waved, and then turned. I stood with my mouth open, then turned and began studying the landscape.

It hadn't been very long when I heard yelling. I turned to see Pravus roaring at Remy, while others turned and stared. His armor? I'm sure he could find new armor or something, jeez. I watched as the blond elf glided over and placed her hand over the giant of a man's chest. I blinked thinking it to be rude. How what Pravus react?


Alaeyr


I was miserable. Dragons were made to fly, and be free. And in two senses I was chained, a slave. One, Galbatorix made Endorin and I swear to him in the Ancient Language. Now we couldn't do what we wanted, and we were forced to carry out Galbatorix's orders because he was too afraid to leave his damned castle and because he had all these new riders anyways, why waste their strength and energy on pointless things like going to cities and towns just to fly back home in an hour or two? Pointless, pointless, pointless. And I would always be like that.

And now I was stuck...in a crate! The helplessness I felt could never be compared. My wings were crunched, which was painful, and my kegs quivered constantly. I always had an incessant itch, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't hold in the sneeze that would force me to jump up, banging my head. Stupid! I had told Endorin we shouldn't come, but no. We had to do the best for the realm! Screw the realm. Let's do something for us for a change. My exact words. And all it got me was a laugh and then silence. And now here we were. The middle of the Empire, going to raid a lab. I wasn't conceited, but having someone do something nice for me would be..well, nice. But that would have to wait.

After my initial fighting with Endorin, we resolved to silence. I withdrew my mind from his, only leaving the barely traceable link to him, and thought about how bad my life was, when finally the wagon stopped moving. I perked up, and waited as I was lifted down gently. Other crates had the same treatment, and then I was free! Endorin helped me out, and at once I flew up into the air.

The air was fresh, and there was just enough breeze for it to be comfortable. My wings were sore, yet it felt good to stretch them. I roared loudly, letting everyone know of my happiness. I stayed up there for a few minutes, before I alighted down next to Endorin. I sat down there, humming, while I waited for him to finish stretching. Unlike Endorin, I had down background on all of the people in the party. Remy Karmenwati, a varden spy, and powerful elf-mage. Many people doubted his loyalty to the Varden, myself included. Pele Serowe, the shade. My partner Endorin had met her at the Summit, and apparently she was obsessed with her looks and clothes, but she was powerful. As I watched her check herself over, I found myself agreeing. There was also Turin, one of the Varden's strongest, and Shayna, an Imperial assassin. Apparently she was one of the best with horses, though I doubted her capability with dragons. Kirjava was an exiled elf, apparently delving in blood magic. I could sense the evil wafting from her, and decided it would be best to stay away. Lissa, another elf. She was also neutral, maybe someone Endorin and I could talk to. And then there was Pravus. A brute of a man with powerful arms and apparently brutal and merciless personality. What a charmer! And it was he know he was causing all the commotion. I listened with intentive ears as he vented his anger at losing his armor. I smiled softly, and saw some others of the group doing the same. And who went to still his anger! None other than Kirjava, the evil elf. Joy!


Kirjava


I've still never understood why elves call me evil? Everything was beneficial to magic, and to better understanding it. So they kick me out for killing a few people? It's to better save others. They should have understood that. Not even my dear mother wanted to protect me. The anger I felt when I was exiled, the shame. I don't know if I'll ever get over it. But I'll try. And I'll show them I'm strong and powerful. But first, getting out of this crate.

I only came on this stupid mission in the first place to show everyone I was powerful enough to be a someone, and that I deserved back in Ellesmera. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. So I brought my fabled scrying glass with me, and as I'm sure everyone waited in their crates like stupid pet rats, I searched the realm. I studied the cities, and this time managed to get a glimpse of Osilon before the forest's magic shoved me away. I would get my chance sooner or later though, I knew it to be a fact.

After listening to the dumb and stupid driver of our cart ramble endlessly about unimportant matters, we stopped. All the carts were unloaded, and the man was on his way. I had already forgotten his name. I was one of the first to leave my cart, and at once I carefully grabbed my glass and tucked it under my cloak. And then I decided who would be best to manipulate.

Manipulation is one of the most powerful things in the world. It can get you some of the minor things, for instance power and money. But what I really needed was an ally, and to have an ally I needed to earn their trust. That immediately eliminated all elves. Well maybe not all of them. I turned to Endorin, but was caught short of the dragon's critical stare. So I gave a quick smile to the boy's open-mouthed stare, and continued through the list. Pretty soon I had only two choices: Pravus and Turin. Mortal men, esily infatuated with woman, especially the beautiful kind like me. But first I needed a moment where I could use my charm. And believe me, I got my moment.

After studying everyone, I decided to wait. It wasn't long before pravus began shouting. He wanted his armor now, did he? As I saw the other smiling and chuckling, I knew it should be me there. So I strode up to him, and placed my delicate hand on his chest. Looking up into his eyes I said softly, "Settle down. We'll find your armor," I couldn't read his eyes. So I stood there, hoping he would take this as a sign of friendship, or something, and maybe I would be able to use him.

BEHIND THE SCENE ' '

Your name: Zac
Age:15
2 years of major stuff, about 2 years before that ofjust fooling around
Looking for places that looked cool xD

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