Jones, Cassiopeia

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CASSIOPEIA JONES !
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DON'T LET THE WIND TAKE US AWAY
CASSIO, CASSIOPEIA
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CAN YOU STOMACH WHAT I'VE DONE
OH, TO YOUR SOUL?
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Cassiopeia is a fun, quirky girl. She'll do almost anything for a laugh, and she prioritizes fun over pointless things like chores and homework. But Cassi's idea of fun isn't always understood among her peers. A rather down to earth girl, Cas enjoys staying home and reading or making various forms of art, rather than going out and partying. Being extremely intelligent, Cas is constantly thinking and asking questions, even at the most random times. What may seem like an out-of-the-blue question to others may have been carefully thought out and speculated about for months.

She is usually brutally honest, although she is a talented liar. She is a bit devious and manipulative, which comes from being an only child. In short, she knows how to work people and knows how to exploit weaknesses to get what she wants, although she rarely employs the use of such tactics. Regardless, she is a very pleasant girl and can make friends easily, with any kind of person. Despite this, Cassiopeia has trust issues and has a hard time becoming close to someone, so she has very few close friends but a lot of regular friends. Although she is brutally honest at times, she is a great secret keeper, and she does not give in to peer pressure easily.

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CAN WE DROWN?
GETTING CAUGHT IN MUDDY WATERS
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Cassiopeia Jones is a very interesting girl. Overall, most would say she's moderately attractive, although she can't hold a candle to the astounding beauty and grace of some of her peers. (One would think her school was full of celebrities -- how absurd!) Her most remarkable features are her hair, skin and nose. Her skin is pale and extremely smooth, and she has an extremely light spattering of freckles on her arms, shoulders, hands, and knees, so light they are almost unnoticeable (This is what happens when white people get a lot of sun. We don't tan, we freckle). These tiny pale freckles also play upon the bridge of her small nose, which is quite drastically -- although not unpleasantly -- turned up at the tip. Many of her friends constantly tell her how utterly Irish she looks, also taking into account the typical Irish red hair and freckles. Her eyes are round and expressive, although they are a little on the small side, like the rest of her features (except the lips, which are full and naturally pink). She describes their color as something akin to dirty dishwater, grayish green, although the color is subtly pretty.

Her body is slightly less alluring than her pretty face, however, and greatly detracts from her overall appearance. Many people have told her that, were she to lose ten pounds, she'd be a knockout, but Cassi is happy with her current body, which features a slightly round belly and disproportionally small breasts (poor girl). She has a very small frame, and most people don't notice the extra poundage unless they see her unclothed, which doesn't happen often ever. Similarly, she has rather small hands and feet (size 5), the former of which are often smeared with paint, marker or clay. Her thighs are most proportionate, being round but also firm, thanks to hours spent in the saddle, which also earned her a rather nice bottom (for a white girl), which some of her black friends were rather surprised about, playfully referring to it as a "donk".

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OOH AND GO DOWN
OH, FOREVER IN DOUBT
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OVERALL HISTORY: Although born to Wizarding parents, little Cassiopeia was a remarkably mundane child. Magically speaking of course. Despite being very intelligent and voracious to learn, the little girl never showed any sign or inkling of magical power. Because of this, she was somewhat of a disappointment to her family, all of whom treated her like a second class citizen. Because of this, Cassi retreated into herself, becoming a very shy, strange girl. She preferred to make friends with animals rather than people; they didn't care whether she was a Squib or not. When her eleventh birthday rolled around, it became obvious that Cassi was indeed a Squib. Her parents were mortified when her Hogwarts letter didn't come. That summer, however, everything changed. Her magic seemed to come all at once. It exploded out of her, nearly killing her in the process. Once she was recovered, however, her parents were overjoyed, affectionately referring to their strange daughter as a "late bloomer". Cassi started Hogwarts a year late, when she was twelve, and soared through all her classes, so strong was her magic. She is now one of the most gifted witches in her year, and, although only sixteen, is working on her lifelong dream of becoming an Animagus.

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The forest seemed to loom above the tiny horse like a sinister figure, all dark and gloomy and full of scary things. Her minuscule body was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn't because of the brisk wind that ruffled her unruly mane.

Pip stepped forward tentatively, her amber eyes shifting from place to place. The forest was silent, eerie almost, except for her own heavy breathing. Tottering forth into the deep, dark woods, Pip tightened her grip on a branch of oak, which hung limply from the bedraggled pony's jaws. She gulped nervously, then, realizing how awful the old, dead branch tasted, she retched silently, screwing up her expressions for a moment to show her distaste. Shaking like a furry maraca, she bounded through the forest, using up every bit of courage she could muster. After what seemed only seconds, but was, in reality, a few minutes, the strange little equine stopped. She was in the middle of the forest, nowhere special.

Around her there were normal trees, normal rocks, normal grass, and normal dirt. Everything was normal. So why would she stop here, at this precise spot? Looming up into the sky, standing right before the palomino vagabond, was a large tangled copse of bushes. She grinned through her mouthful of oak and inched her way forward, ducking her head as she trotted through an opening in the base of the shrubs. Even though her hiding place was completely out in the open, it went unnoticed by everyone. Mainly it was because it was a typical old clump of bushes, nothing special about it. Luckily, most horses that roamed these parts were much too big to fit into the little crevice, except for Pip herself.

As she tunneled her way inside, the little oddball dropped her newest treasure at the foot of what looked to be a tiny mountain of discarded old objects. Amongst the mess there was an assortment of twigs, some of which still had greenery on, a few interestingly-shaped rocks, a broken deer antler, a few random feathers; and an assortment of other useless crap. Looking down at her little pile of goodies, Pip grinned, proud of her collection.

Ever since her brain injury, Pip had had this urge. It came from deep down inside of her, pressing her from somewhere deep within her subconscious. It told her to collect. Collect just about anything that tickled her fancy. She just couldn't help it. She had to collect, it was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind, which many would claim she'd already lost. But Pip had never been normal, not in her present memory, at least. Pip had secretly lived here in the Dappled Forest since last spring, creeping around silently and evading the notice of anyone, not that anyone lived in this forest. Nevertheless, she had successfully avoided notice here, perhaps because of her small stature and quiet nature, or because of the fact that there was no one here to find her.

Tired, Pip yawned and circled inside her tiny hollow before she folded her delicate legs up underneath her and closed her eyes to sleep. And her dreams settled in...

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P E N D I N G !

Deffinately more history on her Hogwarts time. As for the Animagus thing, I need to talk with the other staff about it. Even thought she has the age limit, she's still a Sixth year.

[.THE SORTING HAT !]

D E N I E D !

After some discussion we have decided not to accept the character. If you want to know the reasons you can PM any of us. If you want to try again later you are free to do so. But for the time been the application is denied. Thank you for applying anyway.