_{"I have always been more interested in experiment, than in accomplishment."-Orson Welles}



Nickname:Cass is her nickname

Birth date and age: November 14. 18 years old

Sexuality: Bisexual. Because who wants to choose just one.

In Depth Appearance:
Cass isn't trying to impress anyone with how she dresses, which might explain why she often has a sort of greasy, slovenly look about her, from t-shirts that have what people hope are drink and food stains, to jeans that long since lost their last legs, down to shoes that are run over. There's a certain madness to her outfits that somehow manages to feel just so...fitting. Her hair, golden blonde, is often stringy and unkempt while her blue eyes are striking if only because of her heavy and dark eye shadow that stands out amidst her otherwise pale complexion.

Cass is of average height at 5'5" and her lack of a strict exercise routine is quite clear from her figure, which isn't as slim and trim as is the 'ideal'. A diet of bad food will do that to a person. So long as she can make her ass fit into her jeans, she's perfectly fine with her choices. Some have called her style punk. She thinks that that is stupid as her style is just whatever. There's no style.



Personality:


There's always that one person you know growing up that everyone figures will be a dropout, burnout, or behind bars because of their attitude, that person parents don't want their kids hanging out with for the most superficial of reasons, and Cass is that girl. Her reputation is almost as loud as she is, and considering the pipes she has that's quite impressive. Cass controls a room with her voice when her actions don't do it for her, though most people just find her grating, gross, or annoying. Cass has little time for the people who can't keep up with her on some level though she holds the people that give her a chance in high regard. She's never going to be the one to apologize for her actions, but she'll also be the first one to volunteer to do something that could get people into trouble. Her reputation is already in the mud, no need to drag others down with her.

Cass has an undeniable charisma about her, the same way that a front man for a band would have and though the legality and morality of her ideas stretch the limits of acceptable, one can never deny that a time with Cass is never boring. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to the individual.

And the parents were right about one thing, at least. Cass did drop out of high school.

Likes:

• The Dead Milkmen. She bought an old Camaro because of the song Bitchin Camaro
• Vinyl albums. Not to collect, per se. They break real good.
• Macaroni and Cheese. It's the greatest food ever made. But not that Kraft crap.
• Making Mistakes. It doesn't matter how bad something goes, so long as you live through it and find a way to do it better.
• Driving with no destination in mind.

Dislikes:

• Holding down a job.
• People that are indecisive
• Hospitals and doctors
• Law enforcement, but only when they inconvenience her.
• Fruit juices. Just eat a damn fruit.

Fears:

• Being imprisoned, and that's both a metaphor and literal
• Hospitals. Just...just hospitals
• Being forgotten

Biography:
A question many have after meeting Cass is 'was she always like that?' And the answer might come as a surprise if ever there was anyone around to hear it. Cass, born Cassandra, Rowley comes from a well off family, the type of family that has wings of a hospital or building named after them. The type of family that lives in a gated community and speaks ill about those that look different than they do. You know the type. Cass bought into the lifestyle as a child, taking the piano lessons after private school and being groomed to be a perfect little socialite, auctioned off to some other nouveau riche suitor to keep the money and conditioning well alive. It was around the start of middle school when Cass began to change. Her parents liked to blame the less fortunate as a bad influence, but it was just a matter of Cass seeing her parents and realizing that she wanted to be anything but them.

Cass attended public high school, which was about as big a slap in the face to her family as she could do without bringing home an unwanted suitor, and went to great lengths to hide her fortunate status from the others. She accomplished this by wearing clothes straight out of punk music videos, at first being a very poor poser but slowly, over time, adapting the anarchistic, wild child lifestyle for herself. All the marks were checked on the list. Smoking behind the gym. Truancy. A stint with a shitty garage band. Being thrown out of said band for thinking that their one and only gig had to end with her kicking a bigass hole in the drummer's kit. Cass embraced a life of attitude and loose morals even if it meant being cut off from her family's bank account.

Despite her grades being on the passing end of the spectrum, Cass dropped out near the end of her junior year. Because of how she acted she never relied on her parents for money (other than asking them to buy her a bitchin camaro for her sixteenth) and took up odd jobs around town, from mowing lawns with a lawn care company, to temp work, to her most recent stint as a waitress at the cheapest, and thus most popular, diner in town. She hates it, the responsibilities of working, which is why she often looks for ways to cause trouble or get fired after making enough to cover what expenses she needs, though her parents have, without her knowledge, been footing some of her bills as a potential olive branch.

Secret: She has one.

Theme Song:
Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger
<sub>Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me

I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well</sub>