Cassandra Alice Sanford

[Cassie Sanford]

Suspect: Sanford, Cassandra Alice
WARNING: This suspect is considered ditzy and glamorous.

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Basic Stats:

Name: Cassandra Alice Sanford.

Known Aliases: Cassie, Cas, Molly*.

Gender: Female.

Age: 31st August 1905, 22. (Virgo.)

Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Nationality: American.

*Moll - A gangster's girl.



Physical Description:

Mug shot: Rachael Taylor.

Height: 5’5”.

Build: Slender.

Hair Colour: Blonde.

Eye Colour: Grey.

Known Disguises: In typical flapper fashion Cassie isn’t afraid to flash a little flesh. Short skirts, high heels, hats, fur coats, jewellery, she has or wants it all. She’s done drab and now she’s clawed her way out of poverty she has no intention of going back so she takes great pride in her appearance. Glamour is something she enjoys and she’s drawn to sequins and feathers like a moth to a flame. Same goes for her makeup, which she always applies liberally. Bright red lips, smoky eyes and rouged cheeks. She keeps her hair a little longer than is fashionable and claims she likes it that way.

Distinguishing Marks: Cassie is almost always cheerful and you can see it in the way she presents herself, oozing confidence, with a big, and often flirtatious, smile on her face. Apart from that she is relatively unremarkable. She has a couple of faded scars on her left forearm from the time her then boyfriend knocked her into a wall and she put her hand through a window. Needless to say the relationship didn’t last and she isn’t keen on telling Ed where she got them in case he tries to track the guy down.



Psychological Report:

Self Image: Cassie is always trying to better herself, constantly trying to clamber that little bit further up the proverbial food chain. She has her good days where she thinks she deserves to be on top, and her bad where she can see nothing but faults in herself that need fixing, but the outcome is always the same; she wants to be better. Since meeting Edward this ambition has been tempered a little, almost to the point where she’d be content to settle at the level they’ve found themselves at.

To the Outward Eye: To the outward eye Cassie is frankly a bit of a ditz. Nothing seems to phase her, likely because she doesn’t really understand what’s going on. Given Edward’s ferocious reputation people may wonder how she can remain oblivious to exactly what job he does for Silas Moran. Apart from that she comes across as confident and determined, she knows what she wants and she’ll do almost anything to get it.

Social Status: Cassie frequents Doyle’s speakeasy and knows all the regulars by name. In her own social circles she’s fairly well liked, but to everyone else she’s a relative unknown, a fact that she wants to change. She has a lot of acquaintances who she’ll happily chatter away with (and boy does she have the gift of the gab), but very few close friends.

Religion: Catholic, but not a good one. Cassie is very fickle with her religion, she prays when she wants something and somehow sins like drinking, gambling, theft and sex before marriage seem to slip away unpunished on her part. However take the lord’s name in vain around her and expect to be reprimanded.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Fears: Getting arrested, Edward getting himself into a mess he can’t get out of, Edward leaving her, the dark and all creepy crawlies.

Quirks/Habits:

• Checking her appearance in every reflective surface.
  
• Giggling when nervous.
  
• Running her fingers through her hair when agitated about something.
  
• If she has money she has to spend it.
  
• Snuggling.

Likes:
Money - Cassie likes having money, especially spending it.
Clothes - One of the things she like to spend money on is clothing. She could shop for St. Louis.
Getting dolled up - You wouldn’t think it was possible for Cassie to spend as long getting ready to go out as she does.
Alcohol - She likes a good drink. Especially cocktails, she’s rarely seen at Doyle’s without some garish and sickly sweet drink in hand.
Edward Heatley - Cassie is utterly smitten and would follow him anywhere.
Dancing - who doesn’t like a good boogie?
Rowdy - Ed’s puppy is a cute little thing.
French - She can’t speak a word of it, but boy does it make her knees weak when Eddie does.
Smoking - Everybody does it.

Dislikes:
People acting like she’s stupid - She isn’t. (She so is. >_>)
The cold - As scantily clad as she normally is Cassie doesn’t get on with the cold very much.
Cops - They’re so stuffy and they break up all the best parties.
Horses - They’re huge and they make her nervous.
Liars - Cassie likes people to be truthful, at least about the important stuff.
Being alone - She likes company and she gets restless if she has nobody to talk to for too long.
Poker - Her poker face leaves a lot to be desired so she always loses.

Detailed Report: Cassie is a complete flirt, she doesn’t understand personal space and can be very tactile. When it comes down to it she’ll pick the more intimate of two gestures, for example a hug and a kiss on the cheek over a handshake when meeting somebody for the first time. On arrival in St. Louis it didn’t take her long to figure out that flirting was a way to get what she wanted and so she quickly honed her skills.

However this flirtatious nature is flicked off like a switch as soon as Ed enters the room, or rather her entire focus changes. Cassie instantly finds an excuse to go over to him and hangs off his every word like a love struck puppy. As far as she’s concerned all the other men in the room have vanished for all the attention she pays them. In short she’s completely devoted.

Cassie is pretty secretive about her past, she’s ashamed of the family she came from and doesn’t like people know how poor she used to be. If somebody asks her she’ll try to change the subject as quickly as possible and while she won’t lie about it she isn’t above glossing over a few of the details. That said she’s never been very good at keeping her mouth shut, so it would likely only take a few shots to loosen her tongue and she’d be spilling her whole life story.

Despite her insistence to the contrary, Cassie isn’t the brightest of girls. She can read and write (just about) and do basic maths (on her fingers), but that about covers her academic skills. She also lacks common sense and has a knack for stumbling into trouble. It doesn’t take much for Cassie to end up out of her comfort zone and instead of retreating she often just makes things worse. Then she just has to wait for somebody to come along and rescue her. Cassie has a fairly positive outlook on the world. She’s somebody that believes everything will come good in the end so there’s no point worrying about it.

Other: N/A.



Additional Information:

Occupation: N/A. Hanging out at speakeasies looking glamorous is how she spends her time. If she needs money she picks people’s pockets or asks Ed.

Education: Cassie went to school… for the most part. She was never a very good student and her teachers unanimously came to the conclusion that she just wasn’t that bright and pretty much despaired of her.

Weapon of Choice: N/A. Despite Ed’s insistence that she needs to learn how to defend herself Cassie doesn’t carry a weapon. She knows how to fire a handgun though.

Car/Vehicle/Mode of Transport: N/A. Cassie doesn’t own a car, she hitches lifts with Edward. He let her drive his car once. It was the first and last time she’d be behind the wheel as she almost destroyed the clutch.

Special Skills: Petty theft. Cassie is a pretty good pickpocket, filching the wallets of rich old men is something she’s had a lot of practice at. She can also tie a cherry stem into a knot with her tongue.

Languages Spoken: English.



Known Accomplices:

Blood Relatives:
Father: Greyson Sanford (57), Factory worker and war veteran.
Mother: Jean Sanford (nee Flack, 46), Waitress.
Brother: John Sandford (24), Journalist.
Brother: Thomas Sanford (21), Soldier.
Brother: Paul Sanford (17), Shoeshine boy.
Sister: Holly Sanford (17), Trainee Secretary.
Sister: Kate Sanford (15), Student and shop assistant.

Romantic Partner: Edward Heatley

Other: Members of the Still Water Gang, the Doyle family.

Pets: N/A. Cassie doesn’t own a pet but she does dote on Rowdy when he isn’t trying to turn her shoes into chew toys.



Past Offences:

Birth Place: New York

History: Greyson and Jean Sanford got married young and set up house in a rather rundown area of downtown New York. Neither of them had particularly good jobs, but they had enough to scrape by and feed a couple of kids. Not six of them though, but that was what they got and so Cassie’s early life was spent competing with her siblings for attention and the few treats their parents could afford to give them.

She went to school, but never really took to learning, not liking how strict things were when she was used to getting away with anything at home where her parents were too busy and tired to keep track of all six children. Cassie couldn’t see the point in getting a good education anyway, it wasn’t like she’d get a good job out of it, all those went to the men and she didn’t want to be some secretary, not when she had half a notion to become a star.

When she was twelve her father left to fight in the war, but he returned to them within a year and got his old job back so the whole thing passed her young mind by with fairly little note. What was entirely more important to her was the way her family started to pressure on her to get a job the older she got. The whole thing blew up one night on her sixteenth birthday and Cassie ran away from home with only the clothes on her back and a couple of dollars she’d stolen from her brother’s savings.

The money didn’t get her far and she quickly realised she’d have to get out of the lower classes if she wanted to live the life she’d always wanted. This plan was almost cut short before it even got started as she was arrested for loitering in a park, the arresting officer assuming she was a prostitute. Cassie took her chances when they were presented to her though and she happened to spot the cadaver of a woman being transported through the police station wearing a rather glamorous dress.

Once she’d been released, let off with a warning because the elderly policeman processing her had a daughter about her age, she slipped round the back and broke into the morgue. Cassie stole the dress, reasoning that it wasn’t like the dead broad needed it any more, and still maintains it was the dress that got her into her first speakeasy. She fit right in and decided that she’d finally discovered the life for her.

Cassie moved to St. Louis at nineteen, travelling with her then boyfriend who she thought she was in love with. She was wrong, which she discovered one evening when he came home drunk, accused her of sleeping with the milkman (which was ridiculous because they didn’t even have one) and knocked her through a window. She left him and was back on her feet in no time, charming rich old gentlemen out of their wallets.

Her luck didn’t last long and one such gentleman caught her in the act. Two of his hired goons cornered her in an alleyway and were about to teach her a lesson when one Edward Heatley came to her rescue. Cassie chose to remain blissfully oblivious of what exactly he did to the men in the alley, but she has her suspicions that they wouldn’t be bothering her again. A fact for which she was extremely grateful.

She took to showing her appreciation for his heroic rescue by following him around. Cassie very quickly grew irritated with his insistence on being all gruff and manly and decided to change this by annoying the hell out of him on a regular basis. Somewhere along the way this turned into dating, quite possibly when one of the Doyles pointed out they should just give it up and get together already, and they’ve been together ever since.

RP Sample:

Cassie had spent the past few days working or in Dacian’s crispy and understandably irritable company, so she hadn’t exactly had time to go and visit Ed. She felt a little guilty that she’d basically managed to forget about him again now that she had the vampire to keep her occupied, but she consoled herself with the fact that he hadn’t tried to contact her either. He knew where her room at The Three Broomsticks was, or there was always owl post.

Although she couldn’t help being a little relieved that he hadn’t stopped by her room too. It wouldn’t exactly be easy to explain why she was hanging out with Dacian like they were old friends and it’d be a little awkward when the whole biting thing came up. All in all it would be better for all of them if Cassie went to Ed and talked to him at the Hog, where Dacian wasn’t around to fuck things up. If all else failed she could just lie through her teeth.

When her shift at Scores ended instead of heading straight back to her room she apparated in the direction of Ed’s pub, wondering how pissed Dacian would be when he smelt both the club and The Hog’s Head on her. Cassie quickly pushed her way through the door before the winter chill could cause more than the smallest shiver down her spine, her eyes flicking automatically in the direction of the bar where Ed could usually be seen polishing (try smearing the dirt around a little) a glass or serving a customer.

The smile on her lips flickered and died as she spotted him, entwined in the arms of a suspiciously familiar girl. Cassie flinched as Jaz leaned in to plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. It felt like a punch to the gut and she tears started to well up in her eyes at the betrayal. Why had he told her he loved her, bothered to forgive her, if he was just going to throw it all back in her face? She wasn’t going to let him see her cry, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Cassie should have known better than to believe Ed had ever cared for her. At least before he had just left, instead of playing tonsil hockey with some other girl. Blinking furiously, she marched over, fists clenched at her sides. ”I should have known you couldn’t keep it in your pants for five minutes Edward.” She spat, resisting the urge to slap him. And Jaz, what a slut, launching herself at the first man she laid eyes on. A taken man. Cassie’s man.

From Destructive Habits on Salvio Hexia.



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Name: Ann.

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