Wraith Cassandra Ziodex

[Wraith Cassandra Ziodex]

WRAITH CASSANDRA ZIODEX

"Can I get some water to wash down the shit you just tried to feed me?"

The Facts

Character Name: Wraith Cassandra Ziodex
Nicknames: Rai, RaiZ, Cassie, Z
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Necromancer


The Appearance

Hair&Eyes:

Wraith has kinda medium length black hair that's always in pigtails. Rai has hazel eyes. Though they tend to change with emotions. Sometimes they're a really dark brown, almost black, this is typically in situations where she has to think. When she wants something, her eyes will turn a dark green color.

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 125 lb
Overall Appearance:

Wraith is tall, 6' 2", and weighs around 125 lbs, she is thin and athletic. She used to play sports for her elementary and middle schools. But when she was 14 she quit everything and stayed by herself. The girl has black hair and pale skin. Her eyes are a mixture of green and brown. Spread across her body are many tattoos and piercings. She has a Chinese dragon on her left leg, though it's almost never visible. She has a huge tattoo of a sword entwined with a snake and a rose. She has many more smaller ones spread out around her body. As far as piercings, she has a tongue ring, belly button ring, and her ears pierced twice in the lobes and once in each cartilage.

The Person

Personality:

Wraith has a cold demeanor. Even if she is with a "friend" she is sometimes cold and selfish. She often zones out on occasions, but most of the time she is cautious. Wraith is paranoid. She locks her doors and windows at night and doesn't trust anyone. Mostly men in their late 30's early 40's. When she isn't speaking her mind and being dragged off by authority figures, Wraith is what one would call the quiet and calculating type. She's sarcastic and competitive, willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants.

History:

Wraith Cassandra Ziodex was born to Illera and Demmi Ziodex. She was the oldest child of the two. At a year old Wraith got twin little sister’s Morticia and Moya. A few years after that, Duzell came along. Then Amabel. And after that, Abel. When Abel was only a year and a half, and Wraith was 11, Demmi and Illera divorced. All of the children had a hard time with it. Though Wraith had a harder time than most. When the young girl was 13 her mother started dating again. Being a psychiatrist she saw quite a few people. The one she ended up dating was a scum bag. He blinded Wraith’s mother with his charm and used her for her money. Wraith was the only one not taken in my him. She saw through him and one day shortly after her 14th birthday he decided to teach her a lesson. Wraith wasn’t the same afterward. She never trusted men much older than herself. When she told her mother the woman brushed it off as Wraith’s over active imagination.

The girl began acting out and soon was too much to handle. At 15 she was sent to a juvenile detention center in a hope she would clean up her act. Get off the drugs, stop drinking, and become a law abiding citizen. To that Wraith only said, “Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, Alice, you’ll get to Wonderland.” But she did change.

The teen decided against telling anyone else in her family in fear of having the same reaction her mother had. Because of Zachary, Wraith became cold and distant. She kept to herself finding different ways to entertain herself without people. She doesn’t get along with many people but the few she does tend to be similar to herself. When she got out of the detention center just before her eighteenth birthday for crimes she won't talk about, Illera sent her oldest daughter away to live with Demi's only living relative, a sister whom Rai gets her name from.

Likes:

{X} Books
{X} Magic
{X} Graves
{X} The dead
{X} Computer games
{X} Cars
{X} Sex
{X} Money
{X} Guys
{X} Girls
{X} Solitude
{X} Forensics
{X} Her black boots

Dislikes:

{X} The Sun
{X} People
{X} Authority figures
{X} Know-it-alls
{X} Stupid people
{X} Cops
{X} Gossip
{X} Her siblings
{X} Her parents
{X} Her mother's husband
{X} Pink
{X} School

Powers: N/A
Animal Shape: N/A
Strengths:

{X} Acting
{X} Reading
{X} Magic
{X} Games
{X} Thinking

Weaknesses:

{X} People
{X} Short fuse
{X} Temper
{X} Impatience
{X} Staying still

Anything Else: She might be a psycho, but she's so good at acting it's hard to tell

RP Sample:

It was a clear autumn day. Usually it was the kind that made Annie happy. It wasn't too hot, it wasn't too cold. The trees were just losing their leaves and made everything beautiful with dancing reds and oranges and yellows. The grass was paled and lighted with gold. Everything about autumn was happy and beautiful. The wind blew in the November air, playing with the fallen leaves.

Annie found it hard to be happy though. Fore the place she sat was not designed for happiness. In front of her was the casket of her last parent. Two weeks, that had been the length of time that she no longer had parents. Sharon, she hardly counted with the way she's "grieved" her husband. A trip to New York and a shopping spree hardly counted as grieving. The woman was then an hour late for the funeral!

Sitting stone faced beside her brothers, Annie looked at the casket, it was almost her time to give the eulogy, she sighed softly and looked over at Justin. She took his hand and squeezed it. "Thank you," she whispered to him before standing when the reverend introduced her.

Going to the pulpit, Annie looked out over the crowd, her father was a much loved man. "Doctor Charles Alexander Rimbauer, he was a man many of us will never forget. For some he was a dear friend, a colleague. For many he was family, a husband, a brother, an uncle. For me, he was a father, a dad." The woman paused to calm some of the tears that wanted to escape her eyes. She couldn't cry in front of everyone. Her dad, he deserved a good speech, not one of tears where she ran off to cry some more. it was only made worse by the hormones. "When my mother died, he picked up the pieces of broken hearts and went on with my brothers and I. For many reasons I was dreading this day. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to be weak among so many who loved him as dearly as I did. However, I wanted today to come. I wanted to share memories of my own, to cry with friends, to laugh with family. To hear silly stories I'd never heard, and get wise advice from those who had been through this before. Who could help with the pain, while we helped their own."

"How do you come to terms with the loss of your beloved father? How do you find happiness again? How do you move forward despite your aching heart, emptiness and sadness?" she asked her audience. They were questions even she wanted answers to. "It's like I'm in the midst of a nightmare that doesn't disappear when I wake up. I desperately want to find peace within myself about my father's death. I want my faith to reassure me that my dad is still with me in spirit. I think if I take this time to share the kind of man my father was, we might all feel like he is still very much alive."

"I remember the times we had together. Growing up and school shopping. His marriage to my step-mother, Sharon. When he visited his grandsons for the first time the day after I brought them home. Or the baseball games and football games he took them to, even though their biggest concern was food and sleep. He was a beloved man who will never leave our hearts. His humor, his life, his enthusiasm and love for his work will still go on in our hearts and memories," pausing she took a breath. "Thank you."

Annie didn't look at the people as she made her way to her seat and wait for the next speech to be given. She wiped away a few tears as Tomas rubbed her back. "You did great, sis," said the boy, though he was taller than her and much stronger. Almost a man, Annie thought.