Full Name: Cassandra Leigh Blackwell

Nickname: She prefers to be called by her full first name by any adults; Cassie is reserved for friends and foster siblings

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Likes:

• Books and reading, music, the beach, being one of the crowd, mint chocolate chip ice cream, singing, alcohol, parties, and black.

Dislikes:

• Pink, watermelon, cigarettes, most adults; they're untrustworthy to her, drugs, and being alone.

Appearance: Straight long blonde hair that falls to her mid-back and semi-tanned skin that speaks of long hours spent in the hot California sun. Dark blue, guarded eyes, light pink lips and high cheek bones make her appear somewhat fragile. She stands at five foot five inches tall and weighs a heartbreaking one-hundred and three pounds, mainly due to malnourishment. Otherwise, a naturally skinny girl with a slender hour glass figure, her stomach flat as her hips and bust stand out. Somewhat short oval nails end her elegant fingers, obviously great care was taken into their appearance.

Personality: An intelligent young girl who hides this by acting outright bold and flirtatious with people of both genders, it really doesn't bother her. She's one to act rashly, without thought, and disregard rules and responsibilities to just run off to party and have fun. Cassandra is quite fond of manipulating people to get what she wants and it's definitely not difficult for her to do so either. She has a slight temper and is easy to rile up. To add to this, she absolutely hates to be told no and, of course, will do whatever it takes to get her way. This being said, Cassandra is obviously a very stubborn and determined young woman.

Brief History: Cassandra was born on December 15th to a mother who never wanted her and an alcoholic father who was addicted to drugs. She grew up basically on her own; feeding herself whatever could be found in the kitchen or, the option she hated, going hungry. When she turned 11, Cassandra's luck changed, however, and became much worse as her father found more interesting drugs which triggered his mean temper. She often found herself curled up in a ball in her closet, holding back tears as she tried not to move because of all the sore areas on her body. Her mother did nothing to stop it. When she turned 13, the abuse was ended when she was taken from her parent's custody and placed in a foster home. This was when Cassandra stopped caring about herself and started dressing up her body, appealing to men as she made herself look older. She lived in three different foster homes by the time she was 14 and, by 15, she'd lived in seven; all the foster families had had difficulty as she allowed herself to become more out of control.