Dostoevsky, cassandra nikolaevna

[cassandra n. dostoevsky]

CASSANDRA DOSTOEVSKY

full name Cassandra Nikolaevna Dostoevsky.
nicknames Cass, Niko, Sky.
type original.
gender female.
age Twenty-four
birthday August twenty-seven.
group college.
clique college.
grade senior.
sexuality straight.
occupation ballet teacher/student.
face claim summer glau.
alias mel

persona
Mature.
Loyal.
Friendly.
Resentful.
Envious.
Forgiving.
Dedicated.
Talkative.
Sporty'ish.
Vegetarian.
Creative.
Art junkie.
Daydreamer.
Enthusiastic.
Honest.

life

Internship

Cassandra was born; the girl was the daughter of Anthony Kennedy and Lucille Dostoevsky which was not a small thing. Sir Kennedy as many people had decided to call the male was the founder of one of the best Art schools in New York. The male had build up his life around the fine arts and he was very much proud of that fact. The mother on the other hand was not really that submerged in the instance, in fact she was more of a rational kind of person. The woman loved anything that had to do with science and no matter how much people tell you that opposites attract, there has to be at leas one small ounce of likeness between them for the relationship to work out. That was not the case with this couple which was why they decided to get a divorce when their daughter had just turned 5 years old. Due to her mother's intellect she was actually able to process some of this, but another side of her could not comprehend why she was being torn between staying with her during the week and spending time with her father on the weekends. Little by little she came to grow more attached to her mother, not only because she spend more time with her, but because the girl was actually attracted to science and not arts. That alone causing some conflict between her and Sir Kennedy. The male ran the best art school, so his daughter would certainly have to live up to that as well and be part of the community.

“I don't want too; please don't make me go with him” Cassandra pleaded as she kept a tight grip around her mother; the red haired woman shaking her head as she forced her daughter to let her go. “I am sorry dear, but I will see you almost every day; and your father loves you” the woman spoke in her usual smooth tone of voice. “I have to go; but I will see you tomorrow alright” with that said the lady placed a soft kiss on the girl's forehead before walking out of the house and heading to her car. It was then that a hand was placed over her shoulder and Cassandra turned to see her father standing there. Now that she was 8 years old she had managed to speak out a little more, say what she wanted but only to her mother. As soon as she was dropped off to the house she was on an intense curse to learn something with art. After many attempts his father settled with Violin and Ballet, neither of which caught her attention much, which only earned her more hours of practice.

Residency


Soon something changed; either for one reason or the other the arrangement took a turn for the worst in Cassandra's opinion. The weekends with her mother, the week with her father. It was an endless practice of art while leaving the rest to the side. She hated it, and she said that to her mother each and every time that she had a chance too. "Why do I have to be with him?" that was the first question she would ask when she came to pick her up and the last thing to say when she was being dropped off at his house. There was no real way for her to hate the man, in fact she cared for him but in more ways than one he was more like the guy who wanted her to enter his school instead of the father she wished to have. He gave her everything she would need, but not what she wanted. A few years more slipped through her, struggling to maintain both her grades up, on the arts and the rest of school. Going out was also out of the question, even when it would be something as simple as heading for the movies because she was just fourteen years old. Her schedule consisted on school during the day and practice during the afternoon to later sleep at night. Boring, tiring, and just plain depressing. Anyone else would want this, she knew that very well but she would want to change this and just let others take this. She felt as if she was taking away someones dream, even when that was not the case at all because his father often reminded her of how much others wanted this; how another of his prodigies had been accepted to school, how much the other one tried. You are this, you re not this, you are not better, you are the worst; would it kill him to give some words of encouragement? However, that was the best out of the worst.

"No!" the scream could be heard throughout the house. "No, you are lying!" she continued to scream, even throwing a few things around on her way. His father dodging each thing as it came flying his way. "Stop it! Cassandra Kennedy stop this right now!" he rose his voice although he was not reaching her volume. "No! Don't call me that! Get out! get out!" she could already feel her throat hurting as she continued to scream, her face had gotten slightly read and her hands were shaking from the mixed emotions inside of her. The air began to feel dense, her vision blurry while she fell to the floor on her knees. Warm tears running down her cheeks as she buried her face between her hands. Anthony walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her, he gathered her up in his arms, feeling her shake a little as she continued to cry. Her mother was dead, just like that, the person who could listen to her for hours, the one who was going to help her become a doctor, she was gone and nothing could bring her back. All her life seemed to shatter in one quick blink, and now she felt numb. Her entire body seemed to have collapsed along with her mind.

Fellowship


"Miss Kennedy" The sound of a woman said to the nineteen year old girl. Cassandra didn't glanced her way, she merely kept her eyes focused forward as she ignored the woman who was calling her by such name. "Miss Kennedy" she continued on; if she thought that because she was using a stronger voice she would turn around she was mistaken. "I believe this lady was calling you" her father's voice came and she continued to ignore. "She won't come by that name" he finally said to the lady, then he handed her a different piece of paper. "Miss...Dostoevsky" the woman said and Cassandra instantly turned around. "Yes?" she asked her. Anthony gave her a look then turned around, letting the two females speak. Ever since her mother had passed away Cassandra had decided to try and change her name. She hated having her father's surname and she wanted to have her mothers. The name they had planned for her to take on once they could. Now, finally, her name was no longer the one that had the Kennedy last name for she hated it. Because everyone asked her about her father. No, her name was now Cassandra Nikolaevna Dostoevsky. She adored it, and it was her way to keep her mother alive, other than inside her mind. This was yet another year at school, her lovely life at this school that she wanted to leave behind and that soon that would be the case.

"You are happy to graduate?" One of her friends had asked her. "I can't be more pleased" Cass responded as they reached a bench and they sat down. "I just want to go and see if now I can start up my own life" she continued, running both hands through her hair and pushing it away from her. "Are you really going into Med school?" It was what Cassandra had been planning and there was no way for her to back away from that now. "Yeah, so you'll have to cover me with my father" she continued on with a slight sigh. The plan that she had in mind was not that complicated but it was going to take some time for her to finally manage to move on and come clean with her father. She had grown with the male ever since her mother passed away and it had not been nice. She had done whatever he wanted, career wise; she had graduated from his beloved school, majoring in Violin and Ballet; she was opening a school where she is to teach both. Now it was her turn to go to school at night to be able to do what she truly wants. As soon as she graduates from medicine she was going to hire someone to take over the school and she was going to do what she wants too. Save people, or at least try to do her best to save them. It was probably good that she moved away from New York to be here, that actually helps to keep her secret well hidden from her father.

Board certification


Right now however she was looking at that future move away from her; she has been in med school for the last three years and it's getting more difficult. The problem is not the fact that she isn't good at it, the problem is that keeping up her classes and the classes she has to teach is not exactly an easy task. Her mind was being bombarded with so many things that she felt tired and desperate to just drop the one that she knew was keeping her away from her dream. Leaving her art school was actually not exactly something she could do; she had other people working there, they were also affiliated to her father's school. There was a huge chance for the male to figure out about it if she came to stop teaching, then again he was bound to find out one way or the other. Cassandra had never been good with opening up; the only person who knew her inside out, at her best and worst had passed away when she was fourteen; now her friends knew a little about her but not all the way in. It was difficult to open up, even more when you wanted to keep people pleased. She didn't hated her father, she just disliked him on some ways. However she also knew that if she was to drop this, he would be devastated, whether he would show it or not. People kept telling her he was proud of her, but she had never heard a word of encouragement from him, which annoyed her greatly. So, who to believe? It was difficult but one day or the other she might have to step up to the plate and actually say it to him.

"It's really stressful to let someone know what you feel when that could possibly hurt them; this is my mayor worry although I am not even sure why I feel that way. Every time something I do is right he just nods and walks away, but when one of his prodigies steps up and does something he is out there showing it to the world. I hate that, so is that jealousy? I want him to say those words to me, I want him to recognize that I am just as good as them; maybe I should just grow up and let it go. You know, just make sure to not mind what he things for he obviously doesn't think much about me. It's kind of like the phrase "If you're brave enough to say good bye, life will reward you with a new hello" maybe I deserve a new hello and he deserves a ond old good bye. I am not quite sure, but then again at some point I have to grow up right? Why do I have to grow up? It's not entirely nice. Anyway, I have to go to class, not the one I like but actually the one where those people expect me to teach them about the two things I love most. Dance and music. Anyway, I'll share my boring life with you all later on. Over and out.

Footnotes

Cassandra can be very mature when she wants to be; or more like when she needs to be. Life had taught her how to behave properly and she has also realized that it is easier to just do what needs to be done instead of acting like a mindless brat that only wants to have what she wants without a real deep through behind it. However, it would be a lie to say that she doesn't have her moments of being an immature girl, because everyone has those moments and she has them when it comes to heading out with her friends. She is the type who would just jump to the silliest thing, because it just keeps her happy and calm, it is a sort of, refreshing thing in her life.

Envious; on certain things she does gets that little bug that causes her to want to have what she doesn't posses. It is just out of pure instinct and it even when she knows that it is terribly wrong for her to feel that way she finds it impossible not to have such feelings. The most clear thing is when she spots a happy family walking down the street; she wants that for herself and often finds herself disliking the person just because they have it. The same thing happens when she sees her father giving some amazing feedback to a student, because she never got such words during her entire life. Not even once. So yes; she won't lie by saying she is free of this sentiment, because it would be a huge lie.

Forgiving; despite her tendency to feel envy she also find it easier to forgive the small things in life. She understands that there are certain hings that can be forgiven, some things just happen and you need to accept it. Others, however, need to have a punishment and even after that you won't fall back into her good book. No, she will let you know how much she loathes you and how she wishes you to leave her alone. If you constantly lie to her, if you treat her like crap, if you cheat on her; you are for certain written off of her book. You will be nothing more than a blur in her memory and she might act nice towards you but do not confuse that with her being your friend, no, she will only be a civil person. .

roleplaying sample
Each step they took was like a huge test in her mind, each wanting to make her turn and ask if he was feeling alright with what was happening at the moment. The girl could tell it wasn't particularly an easy task for the male beside her, but it was a test he sadly had to endure in order to built up his trust once more. Was he going to find the person who would love him despite his looks today? Right here on this lovely city? In the restaurant she so loved? Who knew? In the end anything was possible, anything and everything; but it was only going to happen if he looked beyond his appearance and decided that he liked who he was and that he possessed that attitude, that personality that would charm any girl, any girl that was good at heart that is. Her hand was still holding onto the guy's hand, she could tell he was not at all ready to let go, so she wasn't going to do that either because apparently he still needed of that support. Cassandra was going to be there for him, until he would no longer need her, until he was with the person who loves him.

Cassandra had to fight with all of her might to hold back a sigh. It was always the same story for her. The young witch would come into someones life, she will soon wake them up from their little fantasy dream and make them see how empty it actually was. Then, the transformation will happen and she will soon caused them to find their other half, the one who would love them and make them feel happier than ever before. Just then, when they no longer need her, when they have everything they wished to have then she was bound to leave; she was bound to do things all over again. This was a magnificent job, but the sad part was that she was observing something she was not going to get. In some ways, her curse was never getting what she desired, she had a job to uphold and if she broke the contract then no one would do it. Cassandra was bound to wait for someone to be born, someone who could do hr job but that hadn't happened in a very long time and very slowly she was starting to fear that the person will be born once she was on her last years on earth.

The witch had been wishing to ask the ones she worked for what the story behind the person who had her job before was. She wished to know the story and how that witch life had ended. Did she got a happy ending? Did she finished off dying without ever having what Cossette was wishing? Did she ever even wanted to have it? It scared her, she was not going to lie; but there was really no time for her to deal with it for she had other things to get done. Her friend Nick had asked her if she wished for him to help her; he could try and find out what had happened in order to tell her but that would be breaking the rules and no matter how hard she wanted to make it happen there was no way for her to break such a strong rule because who knew what would happen if she did. Eyes looking around, she found herself feeling more normal right now than in a very long time. It was odd, to be feeling normal when she was walking with Tsukasa, with Tsukasa looking like this but she liked it. It was fun, but she wasn't going to say it, it was not the time nor the place. Although she always had a moment of peace and happening with most of the people she helps.

The words that came from him caused Cassandra to smile and nod her head at him. That was the positive attitude that she wanted. It was just uncertain to her whether he would be able to push through it all; she was certain that he could do it, but whether she believed it or not was beyond her. Once the entrance was there, right before them she stopped wanting for him to decide whether he wanted to step inside or not. Her eyes stayed on the male, waiting slowly with that same encouraging smile upon her lips. That was something that was never going to leave. Hope was what he needed, someone to guide him and be there for him no matter what because people seem to just leave him if he wasn't a certain way or did certain things which was not a good thing at all. The girl continued on and then in the end she wished for the best. Her hand in his was enough to make him see that he was still with her, in case the look on her face was not good enough for her. The restaurant was just before them, all that needed to happen was for them to just walk inside the restaurant and enjoy their meal; with some luck this was going to go in a smooth way. People here were good, they were nice, or at least nicer than most. Or so she hoped or had seen, hopefully that hadn't been because she was pretty to them.

Finally they stepped inside and Cassandra was pleased to see that the waiter inside didn't reacted to the way Tsukasa looked A small smile covering her lips, this time it was just one to greet the waiter as she moved with Tsukasa to the table that they were being lead too. Her eyes moved to admire the place, she had been here before, and she truly adored it. As they took a seat she noticed that he didn't realized her hand but she didn't mind at all, instead she just asked for an iced tea before watching the male walk away at the same time that Tsukasa finally realized her hand. She slowly moved it a little, resting it near her side of the table. "What do you think of the place? I think it's rather charming" she mentioned with a pleasant look on her face. She wished to ask how he was doing but perhaps it would be best for him to distract himself, to think that this was just a normal. The witch took a deep breath and then moved to grab the menu and look at the things that she could order although she pretty much already knew what she wanted to order so she set the menu down and looked his way.


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