Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2013 6:13:55 GMT
[attr="class","temps"] [attr="class","temps2"]  | [attr="class","temps"]CASSIOPEIA MALLOY TWENTY-THREE - FEMALE - HEIRESS/CASINO OWNER This is how to be a heartbreaker Boys they like a little danger We'll get him falling for a stranger, a player, Singing I lo-lo-love you |
[attr="class","temps"]PERSONALITY
+ tactful; resourceful; vivacious; bold; spontaneous
- manipulative; dishonest; theatrical; shameless; non-committing
- manipulative; dishonest; theatrical; shameless; non-committing
[attr="class","temps"]OTHER
Being the oldest daughter of an influential family, no one really expected Cassiopeia to do much with her life, except maybe get shoved into an arranged marriage for her family's sake, and become a trophy wife like her mommy dearest. Ha. Over her dead body.
Cassiopeia tried her best to keep her life interesting and more or less chaotic. She preferred to set a fire and watch it all burn down to ashes from the other side of the shore, metaphorically speaking, instead of getting caught up directly in the mess. Of course, if she would be so unfortunate, her fantastic aim (along with a few other dirty tricks up her sleeve) had always came in handy.
The albinism of the Malloys in her generation was due to a curse, or so the saying goes, but Cassiopeia liked to think of it as more of a blessing for the simple reason that she thought the look was smoking hot... or maybe it was just on her? Possibly.
The Mirage was the name of name of her personal haven. It'd be easy to guess that Cassiopeia wasn't the original owner of the casino, being only a mere age of twenty when she'd taken over and the business had been open for decades. In fact to most people she had simply just appeared one day and announced that The Mirage was then under her management.
The real story was actually a little absurd, comical, even. Cassiopeia was briefly dating the previous owner and when she got bored of the older man she called it off. That was when he challenged her to a game of darts - y'know, the whole if-i-win-you-have-to-stay-with-me type of deal - in what she was sure a moment of pure idiocy. Needless to say, she won. Now the previous owner was on a trip around the globe to mend his broken heart. or something. really she couldn't care less about him.
Cassiopeia's internal clock was largely messed up and was capable of falling asleep, albeit lightly, in practically any environment, which shouldn't be too much of a surprise considering the nature of her occupation (although her lifestyle was more to blame than the nonexistent workload). The only downside to that was her ruthless temper when woken up unnaturally.
Cassiopeia tried her best to keep her life interesting and more or less chaotic. She preferred to set a fire and watch it all burn down to ashes from the other side of the shore, metaphorically speaking, instead of getting caught up directly in the mess. Of course, if she would be so unfortunate, her fantastic aim (along with a few other dirty tricks up her sleeve) had always came in handy.
The albinism of the Malloys in her generation was due to a curse, or so the saying goes, but Cassiopeia liked to think of it as more of a blessing for the simple reason that she thought the look was smoking hot... or maybe it was just on her? Possibly.
The Mirage was the name of name of her personal haven. It'd be easy to guess that Cassiopeia wasn't the original owner of the casino, being only a mere age of twenty when she'd taken over and the business had been open for decades. In fact to most people she had simply just appeared one day and announced that The Mirage was then under her management.
The real story was actually a little absurd, comical, even. Cassiopeia was briefly dating the previous owner and when she got bored of the older man she called it off. That was when he challenged her to a game of darts - y'know, the whole if-i-win-you-have-to-stay-with-me type of deal - in what she was sure a moment of pure idiocy. Needless to say, she won. Now the previous owner was on a trip around the globe to mend his broken heart. or something. really she couldn't care less about him.
Cassiopeia's internal clock was largely messed up and was capable of falling asleep, albeit lightly, in practically any environment, which shouldn't be too much of a surprise considering the nature of her occupation (although her lifestyle was more to blame than the nonexistent workload). The only downside to that was her ruthless temper when woken up unnaturally.
[attr="class","temps"]OOC
alias: pebbu
last character: n/a
faceclaim: [b][i]NYOTALIA, fem!prussia,[/i][/b] cassiopeia malloy
last character: n/a
faceclaim: [b][i]NYOTALIA, fem!prussia,[/i][/b] cassiopeia malloy
