Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2014 17:16:45 GMT -5
cassandra grace borden
CANON OR ORIGINAL: original
AGE: twenty-four
FACE CLAIM: teresa palmer
YEAR: graduate
HOUSE: former ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: hit witch/ dance instructor at dancing dragon studios
BLOOD TYPE: halfblood
WAND TYPE: 11 inches, snidget feather, dogwood
PETS: elf owl named erwin and a rottweiler named oscar
ABILITIES: nonverbal, legilimency and occlumency
freestyle
My life was supposed to be happy. It was happy and it started out perfect. I had my father and my mother, and then me. I was born out of unconditional love, not only for me, but for each other as well. At least, that's what it had seemed. You see, for a couple years my mother had been hiding that she was falling out of love with my father. Along with that, the man that she had been sleeping around with. She would have continued too, if she hadn't of gotten pregnant by the mysterious man. She found out when I was six years old and without hesitation, left my father for the other man. I remember my mum packing her things and telling me she would write. She said "my dearest Cassandra, please do not cry. Everything will be alright." What a lie. It was not alright. She had left. Our family was no longer in existence and I felt alone without my mother. At first, she kept her promise of writing, but soon she stopped. I just assumed she had forgotten about me. Such a lovely thought for a five year old, right?
A year went by with just me and my father. He was great, really. He did his best to keep things light and keep me happy. He knew he could never fill my mother's shoes though. I'm assuming that's why he started dating again. I was not happy about that. We'll just make that clear right now. I didn't want him to date, as selfish as that sounded. I didn't want someone to take the place of my mother. Even though she had stopped writing, I thought that maybe she could come back one day. Maybe she would realize she made a huge mistake and try to come back to my father. Really Cassandra? Yeah, that was just a dream that would never come true. As time went by, he fell out of love with my mother, so if she did ever try to come back, he would never take her back. Who would after what she did anyway? But children are stupid and they wish and hope for things that will never come true. I learned that the hard way.
When I was nearing six, my father introduced me to a woman he had been dating for a while apparently. Her name was Aubree Penrose and she was very beautiful, as well as kind. However, did I care? Not in the slightest. She was a woman that was trying to make herself part of a family she didn't belong in. I was happy with just my dad and I. Well, as happy as I could be knowing my mother had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. I needed to get out of there. I needed something to get me away from it all. Especially when she ended up pregnant, resulting in a marriage. I begged my father to allow me to do something and in the end, I took up dance. At first, it was ballet, but as I started to grow older I started to like different genres from lyrical to jazz to ballroom. It was all so lovely and took my mind away from everything going on. Until that woman who wanted me to call her mum popped out the little boy who would be my half-brother when I was eight.
Apollo was his name. Apollo James Borden. Boy was he a cute baby, but that didn't stop the anger from boiling up inside from a new child coming into the family. It was bad enough my father got married again. Of course, I knew he was coming, but I just couldn't help but be so angry. The unfortunate truth was, I wasn't even angry at them. Every drop of anger was coming from my bitterness toward my mother and I just so happened to take it out on them. Still, I couldn't help it and I wasn't going to change anytime soon. I stuck to my dance lessons and got even more involved to keep myself away from the bouncing baby boy. I wanted nothing to do with him.
My prayers had been answered when I received my letter to Hogwarts. It was another escape for me and I wouldn't have to worry about him being around at all while I was there seeing as we were eight years apart. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, which wasn't a shock seeing as my father had been from that house. At first, making friends was not the easiest thing for me. I had all this bitterness that stayed with me throughout the first few months. But I soon realized that I was away from them, at least for the school year, save holidays. Therefore, I needed to take a breather and just allow myself to be... well, me. I became a very studious child, but I didn't let that be my only concern. I made a few friends here and there and even had a couple boyfriends. They didn't last too long though. I think my longest one was about a year and that ended when we realized we were better as friends. Should have figured that out sooner, huh? Anyway, I made sure to have nothing but top marks in my classes. I loved to learn and equally loved use the magic. Dueling became one of my favorite clubs and hobbies. Of course, I only did it when allowed. I wasn't some crazy person that went out on a limb and randomly challenged someone. I also enjoyed Quidditch. Despite my graceful appearance due to being so used to how I should act in dance, I loved a good game of Quidditch. I even played for the team, but it wasn't what I wanted to do as a career. It was just for fun.
Holidays were the worst though. My father had this bright idea that having family vacations abroad would help settle the dispute between Apollo and I. How wrong he was. If anything, it only made me resent his presence more. I needed my space from him; from them. Didn't my father see that? Of course he didn't. I mean, it was horrible of me to not try to get along with the new family he had made. He just wanted me to be happy as well as he just wanted to be happy, but I could never see past the bitterness when I was at home. Part of me wishes I could see past it, but the other part screamed to not even think about it. If they couldn't handle it, that was their fault. Did that make me a bad daughter? Maybe. I did, and I still do, feel somewhat guilty. But like I said, I couldn't do anything about it. It was who I was when I was around them. When I had one on one moments with my father, it was great, but you bring in the other two and I would either spew insults or leave the room without a word. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just couldn't let go and that ruined my chances of being happy with the only family I truly knew.
After graduation, I took some time to sort out what I really wanted to do. I knew I wanted to do something to help people, but I didn't want to work at St. Mungo's. It was after a few months that I realized I wanted to work in the Ministry as a Hit Wizard, well, Witch in my case. So, I took my leave as soon as I had everything sorted and I never once looked back. It was my way of starting anew and I felt it was what I needed, as selfish as it might have been. When Apollo returned home for Christmas break, I would no longer be there. I started out as any Auror would, with the intention of not being just an Auror of course. But I started with the training. I did really well in it and picked up everything quickly. I had always been a quick learner. By the time I was twenty-two, I had been recruited into the ranks and it made me the happiest I had been in a while. Finally I was doing something worthwhile and very fulfilling. The rush was incredible when it came to taking down the bad guys. I might look like a fragile woman to most, but I know I can pack a punch as well as cast a spell before you can even pull a wand or say a word. Once I was settled into that, I decided to pull a second job at the age of twenty-three as a dance instructor. It was a way for me to return to my roots and do something that would help me escape from the craziness that my life had become. Though I loved my job at the Ministry, it could be stressful and what better way to get rid of stress than to dance, or teach it to those who had a passion for it.
I am now twenty-four and I haven't seen my family since I left. I've grown up a lot since I departed, but that's not to say I've let go of the past like I should have. However, maybe one day, I should return home just to see how everyone is... even Apollo.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -A year went by with just me and my father. He was great, really. He did his best to keep things light and keep me happy. He knew he could never fill my mother's shoes though. I'm assuming that's why he started dating again. I was not happy about that. We'll just make that clear right now. I didn't want him to date, as selfish as that sounded. I didn't want someone to take the place of my mother. Even though she had stopped writing, I thought that maybe she could come back one day. Maybe she would realize she made a huge mistake and try to come back to my father. Really Cassandra? Yeah, that was just a dream that would never come true. As time went by, he fell out of love with my mother, so if she did ever try to come back, he would never take her back. Who would after what she did anyway? But children are stupid and they wish and hope for things that will never come true. I learned that the hard way.
When I was nearing six, my father introduced me to a woman he had been dating for a while apparently. Her name was Aubree Penrose and she was very beautiful, as well as kind. However, did I care? Not in the slightest. She was a woman that was trying to make herself part of a family she didn't belong in. I was happy with just my dad and I. Well, as happy as I could be knowing my mother had just disappeared off the face of the Earth. I needed to get out of there. I needed something to get me away from it all. Especially when she ended up pregnant, resulting in a marriage. I begged my father to allow me to do something and in the end, I took up dance. At first, it was ballet, but as I started to grow older I started to like different genres from lyrical to jazz to ballroom. It was all so lovely and took my mind away from everything going on. Until that woman who wanted me to call her mum popped out the little boy who would be my half-brother when I was eight.
Apollo was his name. Apollo James Borden. Boy was he a cute baby, but that didn't stop the anger from boiling up inside from a new child coming into the family. It was bad enough my father got married again. Of course, I knew he was coming, but I just couldn't help but be so angry. The unfortunate truth was, I wasn't even angry at them. Every drop of anger was coming from my bitterness toward my mother and I just so happened to take it out on them. Still, I couldn't help it and I wasn't going to change anytime soon. I stuck to my dance lessons and got even more involved to keep myself away from the bouncing baby boy. I wanted nothing to do with him.
My prayers had been answered when I received my letter to Hogwarts. It was another escape for me and I wouldn't have to worry about him being around at all while I was there seeing as we were eight years apart. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, which wasn't a shock seeing as my father had been from that house. At first, making friends was not the easiest thing for me. I had all this bitterness that stayed with me throughout the first few months. But I soon realized that I was away from them, at least for the school year, save holidays. Therefore, I needed to take a breather and just allow myself to be... well, me. I became a very studious child, but I didn't let that be my only concern. I made a few friends here and there and even had a couple boyfriends. They didn't last too long though. I think my longest one was about a year and that ended when we realized we were better as friends. Should have figured that out sooner, huh? Anyway, I made sure to have nothing but top marks in my classes. I loved to learn and equally loved use the magic. Dueling became one of my favorite clubs and hobbies. Of course, I only did it when allowed. I wasn't some crazy person that went out on a limb and randomly challenged someone. I also enjoyed Quidditch. Despite my graceful appearance due to being so used to how I should act in dance, I loved a good game of Quidditch. I even played for the team, but it wasn't what I wanted to do as a career. It was just for fun.
Holidays were the worst though. My father had this bright idea that having family vacations abroad would help settle the dispute between Apollo and I. How wrong he was. If anything, it only made me resent his presence more. I needed my space from him; from them. Didn't my father see that? Of course he didn't. I mean, it was horrible of me to not try to get along with the new family he had made. He just wanted me to be happy as well as he just wanted to be happy, but I could never see past the bitterness when I was at home. Part of me wishes I could see past it, but the other part screamed to not even think about it. If they couldn't handle it, that was their fault. Did that make me a bad daughter? Maybe. I did, and I still do, feel somewhat guilty. But like I said, I couldn't do anything about it. It was who I was when I was around them. When I had one on one moments with my father, it was great, but you bring in the other two and I would either spew insults or leave the room without a word. I don't know what was wrong with me. I just couldn't let go and that ruined my chances of being happy with the only family I truly knew.
After graduation, I took some time to sort out what I really wanted to do. I knew I wanted to do something to help people, but I didn't want to work at St. Mungo's. It was after a few months that I realized I wanted to work in the Ministry as a Hit Wizard, well, Witch in my case. So, I took my leave as soon as I had everything sorted and I never once looked back. It was my way of starting anew and I felt it was what I needed, as selfish as it might have been. When Apollo returned home for Christmas break, I would no longer be there. I started out as any Auror would, with the intention of not being just an Auror of course. But I started with the training. I did really well in it and picked up everything quickly. I had always been a quick learner. By the time I was twenty-two, I had been recruited into the ranks and it made me the happiest I had been in a while. Finally I was doing something worthwhile and very fulfilling. The rush was incredible when it came to taking down the bad guys. I might look like a fragile woman to most, but I know I can pack a punch as well as cast a spell before you can even pull a wand or say a word. Once I was settled into that, I decided to pull a second job at the age of twenty-three as a dance instructor. It was a way for me to return to my roots and do something that would help me escape from the craziness that my life had become. Though I loved my job at the Ministry, it could be stressful and what better way to get rid of stress than to dance, or teach it to those who had a passion for it.
I am now twenty-four and I haven't seen my family since I left. I've grown up a lot since I departed, but that's not to say I've let go of the past like I should have. However, maybe one day, I should return home just to see how everyone is... even Apollo.
HEY MY NAME IS KAIT, AND I ALSO PLAY MANY OTHER CHARACTERS. I FOUND THE SITE THROUGH STAYING AND IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS STAY TOO : D
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