Cassandra is someone down-to-earth and looks like she's boorish (She's not), built with a fit body and deceiving stamina from all the running training she has done. The epitome of a rebel or lone wolf she has an outstanding jawline and clear, fair skin. Though even with her stoic attitude she does reveal herself to those who deem worthy, although getting to that point is the hard part. With nice rounded ears, along with a piercing on her otherwise well designed nose and distinguishable lips that complete this rather vicious look. Her eyes may come off as silver but they are a light shade of blue, fit with a glare that could feel like it is looking through your soul.
The best way to describe Cassandra is her unforgiving but aesthetically pleasing to look at face. Her face is angled, coming to light stop at her chin where it smooths out to a more rounded form. Her eyes, the same eyes that people fear, these deep set eyes are the lightest of blues that they appear silver in colour and are not really noticeable unless up close. Her teeth are straight and white, not perfect, but well maintained. Her hair is auburn-ish but it is a mix of brown a well, quite short, and a bit messy at times, but its length does not go past her neck; it is usually tied up since she does not like getting hair in her face whenever she's doing stuff at the junkyard. She also has one singular braid on the side of her head, and perhaps, it may mean something.
In terms of outfits, Cassandra has her signature look. Because of her strengths, she wears light but fittingly fashionable clothing, a jacket over a hoodie, ripped jeans, running shoes, and maybe a pair of gloves. She mixes light and dark colours, her wardrobe is mostly dark coloured only throwing a few lightly coloured clothes for contrast. Dark clothes are pretty much her thing. There are multiple clear tattoos that complete her vibe; She has two full sleeve tattoos, only stopping before the wrist, the left arm is a strong celtic design and the right are eastern style clouds, she has the norse rune Hagalaz tattoo'd on the side of her neck and the norse rune Ansus just under her left breast.
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M u t α t í σ n s ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I am the wind."
X-Men Code Name ➣➣➣ Tailwind
Mutations ➣➣➣ Cassandra can manipulate the wind around this allows her push and pull herself back and other objects that are light enough to be tossed around by the air. She is also possible to push herself up, although flight maybe possible, she has no learned this skill yes, she has only learned to push herself upwards fast and quick and to float down if she needs to land. ➣➣➣ Cassandra is possible to create what is known as cloudburst, a concentrated area of wind (like a tornado) that spherical in shape and stays in an area to flush enemies out or keep them in. It also acts as cover or a vision impairment tool.
P є r s σ n α l í t ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
"Get out of my way!"
➣➣➣ With Cassandra's stoic and hard headed attitude, she struggles to currently see herself as part of a team, always only looking out for herself and no one else. Jett is witty, unintentionally funny, and most importantly rebellious. Plans have never been her thing and never will be. Although when push comes to shove, Cass knows when to shut up or be put in her place, as hard headed as she is, she will (for the most part) not risk dying or getting anyone killed, because heavens know how many people she has hurt. Even with all of this, Cassandra is very down to earth, heart-felt, and generally an enjoyable person to be around with when she is with the ones she holds dear.
Cassandra's emotions are... Well, very human, sometimes she acts out of anger, acts out of happiness, or acts out in whatever thing she is feeling. As much as she wants to hold it together to keep this stoic, no-care facade, it is not too rare to see her crack a smile every now and then. It is true that she resents life as it is, but sometimes she cannot just pass up the pleasures that life offers. She struggles to keep everything in check, but makes sure that it does not bother anyone else. She lives a life of not burdening anyone with her problems even if it slowly kills her inside. Perhaps this may change? Who knows?
Rєcαp σf чσur mutαtíσns αwαkєníng ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "You want a villain? I'll give you a villain!"
➣➣➣ Cassandra remembers it clear as day, the wind howling in her ears, the sound of houses being ripped apart as the tornado grew to reach the clouds, the entire block destroyed because she could not control herself. The weight of support beams crushing her back as she lay on the ground, the sound of people in pain and disbelief when she caused an entire block to be homeless. She tries her hardest to forget, but it haunts her every time she closes her eyes.
в í σ g r α p h ч ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔
"They called me a monster. Shall I prove them right?"
Cassandra started in Cologne, Germany, the third of four children, and the most mischievous one at that. With her mischievous ways her time in Germany was cut short by her family moving to Seattle, though it is nice that Cass kept her accent, the only one that did not was her youngest sister.
Growing up, to Jett, trouble was like the wind, always with her even if she did not try to be, but such is the way when it comes to this speedy little troublemaker. Cass was not always the bitter and stoic one people know today, when she was young she was very outgoing, extroverted, and loved meeting and hanging out with new people. Cass was enjoying life to its fullest and she was sure back then that nothing would go wrong.
In ninth grade, this was when things took a turn, during a small gathering (totally a party) at her house, some kid was being unpleasant, and since Cass was still nonchalant and loose back then she simply tolerated the young lad, but when the kid took it a bit far, something inside her just snapped and they had a go right in the middle of the living room. Cass felt power surge through her and before she knew it, wind tore the house open, and the ones adjacent to it, and the ones adjacent to those, people flew off and got hurt. The pained cries of all the other kids in the party, Cass was thankful no one died but she knew she no longer had a place here.
When he parents heard of this, they were furious and sent her to a different institution, it was not Ashford but at least she was able to continue her studies, until she ran away. She broke off with her parents and only kept in touch with two of her siblings, the one who she cut off sided with her parents and she did not take too kindly to that. She was a 17 when this all happened, and for what she thought would be the rest of her life, she lived her life roaming the streets with only a handful of clothes to go off.
She was lucky to find herself a job, just enough to get by, the longer she stayed on the streets, the longer she resented her parents for sending her off, and the longer she resented her parents, the more bitter she grew over the years. But when she had enough money she left, something inside her just told her to keep going towards a direction until she arrived at Ashford.
Ashford, what a quaint place.
She asked if she could be taken in, she was a year older now (18) and she seemed to be persistent on getting in. She stayed there, although the other kids feared her she knew that would be normal especially with what she went through. Her eyes told a million stories but that pained look in her face only highlighted the one.
She truly hoped Ashford was the place for her, and maybe the people here could soften her up back to who she was before everything went black and white.
