*--SLADE, cassidy tamara

[Cassidy Slade]

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




queen supreme, and barbie teen dreams
everything's not always what it seems,
christian dior, and hot couture
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CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: cassidy tamara slade.
NICKNAMES: cas.
GENDER: female.
AGE: eighteen.
PAST EDUCATION: barely a highschool diploma.
JOB: actress, rehab queen.
PLAYBY: anna kendrick.

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: caucasian - english, russian.
HAIR COLOR: What, exactly, is so damn interesting about something that sits atop everyone's head? She didn't understand it. If there is one thing Cassidy Slade will never be, it will be one of those airheads making everything about her hair. Who cares if it gets wet? It's always been the same with her; long, brown, boring. She hasn't changed it. What's the point? It is healthy enough to style, easy enough to look decent during her off-days. Exciting. Cassidy is most definitely not the type for her hair to be the most interesting feature of her appearance.
EYE COLOR: Everyone has eyes, too. You look out of them. Why in the hell would anyone spend half an hour putting colors around them to make them stand out? It's not like anything else on your face will advert the attention from the eyes. Not that she doesn't think her's are prettier than most. Soon after her birth, Cassidy's darling baby blues shuffled forward into the dark, almost murky green they are today. If there was the one interesting thing of her appearance, it would be her eyes. Just like everyone else, right? Right. Directors like their glassy, almost jade-like surface. Everyone else just likes looking at them. What is she thinking? People, your eyes aren't going to tell you.
HEIGHT: Five feet, one inch. That extra half-inch is damn important.
WEIGHT: One hundred and eight pounds.
BODY TYPE: Tiny, small, petite...calling her fairy-like is crossing the line. It doesn't take a genius to guess that Cassidy Slade is light of build. Her entire life, in fact, she has been the vertically challenged one. She was growing just fine until about eighth grade, when she simply stopped. Of course, everyone else in her family are towering with long, lean bodies. Not Cassidy. All her life, she had never been the emaciated waste of a human being. And she likes it that way, thank-you. With a healthy hip-to-waist ratio and a fat percentage hovering quite a bit above negative fifty - unlike many of her co-starring counterparts - her physique is nothing to talk about. Magazine covers are for drug busts, not complaining that she's too fat to appear on film. It adds ten pounds. The people who write crap about you are sitting on a couch with no future in front of them. Not that she'd judge them. Cassidy Slade is a smaller version of an average-sized eighteen year-old female. She's proportioned, with curves in all the right places - everything is just smaller on her.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Fact - she has never visited a plastic surgeon. Lie - she has had multiple procedures done. Contradictory, ain't it? Unlike the rest of young Hollywood, Cassidy has never felt the need to alter her appearance. What, exactly, was so wrong with how she looked? Nothing. The very thought of altering her appearance had never crossed her mind, let alone impulsively acting upon such desires. Ask anyone - she had looked the exact same since she was, maybe, thirteen or fourteen.That's when puberty decided to hit: the only alteration to ever hit her appearance. Not to say there isn't ink in her future. She always seemed the type to get a tattoo or three. And pierced ears. She likes putting holes in her body. This is all relative, of course. No one knows for sure.
PERSONAL STYLE: I thought we had agreed that Cassidy Slade was not the type to fuss over her appearance? Why would her style be any different? Clothing is used to cover your body, to express your personality. That's about it. When it comes to dressing in the morning, it goes for whatever is clean. Everything piled in her closet matches, works together nicely. It's all about functionality - thus, giving a very effortless, thrown together appearance. That works. It's such an excellent thing the world has become the most casual place on Earth. It gives her an excuse to wear jeans and a t-shirt everyday. Which is exactly what her so-called "style" is. Very simple, very basic-heavy. Muted colors and classic silhouettes. When thrown together, anything and everything works. It is through her use of accessories that expresses an actual flair for fashion. What? You thought Cassidy was some sort of fashion drone who only wore baggy jeans and "clever" t-shirts? Please. Slouchy blazers, worn-in cardigans, and vests vests vests. Layering is a good thing. Scarves in, literally, every style imaginable. Bold, chunky necklaces all worn at the same time. Or whatever's clean. That works just as well.
OTHER: Converse sneakers own your soul.

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CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS: sucking all the air out of a room, getting what she wants, playing mind games, acting, playing the role, charming people, having a good time, relapsing, moving from rehab facility to rehab facility,
WEAKNESSES: hard drugs, an excellent script, the chance to mess with someone, taking the blame, making movie magic, a tabloid with her on the cover,
LIKES: crack cocaine, acting, mixing alcohol with drugs, dive bars, local bands, converse sneakers, collecting corks, scented candles, chewing lemons, messing with people, extreme sports, watching the olympics, iPods, vests, smoking, winning, little paper flags, having the upper-hand, the filming process, unknown actors, commanding attention, parties, getting her way, scrabble, national geographic, cleaning, sports cars, sunglasses, flat shoes, experimenting, the forbidden, an adrenaline rush, cliff diving,
DISLIKES: false rumours, overhyped Hollywood whores, blondes, classic shoes, boating, getting blamed for being herself, flip phones, being short, getting driven around, papparazzi, psychiatrists, medication, following rules, being told what to do, pepsi, needy people, boredum, hot days, audrey hepburn, the bible, school, being pressured, refusal, being clean, remembering everything, high heels, stupid comedy, dresses, the A-list actors, awards season, getting jealous, natural make-up, talk shows,
FLAWS: Cassidy Tamara Slade would be the very first person to admit that Cassidy Tamara Slade is a heavily flawed individual. Don't go giving her any of that "you aren't as good as you think" bullshit. She knows more than anyone - she is the farthest thing from perfect. Perfect is....a cupcake. Cupcakes are perfection because they are nice to look at, and don't speak. Open your mouth, and everyone's respect for you is going right out the window. Or like a doe-eyed model. Those creepy, emaciated creatures looked nice in photographs, but they're about as interesting as a block of wood to the head. Fun. Anyway. The amazing ability to rant off-topic is not a flaw, don't even ask. The utter lack of respect for people is. At first - or tenth - glance, Cassidy is a lovely girl. A bit weird, and definitely in need of a new hobby, but lovely enough at the end of the day. One cannot help but look at her, to pay attention to her. It's not her fault. Some people command attention through their power and infectious personality - Cassidy? No. She just likes to suck all of the air out of the room. Oh right - that odd disturbance. Somewhere deep down, the feeling of total lack of disrespect is lurking around. Sometimes you'll see it; not very often. Many people are merely for toying with. She likes to play mind games with people - to watch them twisting and turning under her eye without the ability to do anything about it. And, really, it doesn't take too long to figure out something is a little off with her. It's your choice to do with it what you will. What? You thought she would actually want to do something about it?
HABITS: Is doing drugs a habit? Or more of a hobby? Cassidy Slade's habit is being addicted to something. It gives her something to do - thus, it could be a hobby. Either way. Well, let's go deeper than that. The main reason for her constant relapses was the normalization of things in her life, even an ounce of stability has her out looking for a shady-looking dealer. As an individual who holds no vital value to material possessions, she sees herself an incapable of doing something over and over again unless it is white and powdery. I guess a habit is going to have to be intentionally wrecking everything. It doesn't matter what it takes: Cassidy Slade does not have a boring life. She does not soften up and become comfortable in her surroundings. No.
SECRETS: Well, duh. Until recently, much of the world was innocently confused as to why someone snap a shot of cute little Cassidy popping back a number of suspicious looking pills. As an actress - even one swimming among the T-list - she is constantly in the public eye. There is always someone out there paying attention to what she's doing. Even her own parents don't leave her alone; despite her carelessness for them. Drugs. Might as well put in out there, in plain black and white. It was her own special secret, her power to being superhuman. She made no effort to keep it hidden away, but no one ever seemed to notice. Even now, in one of her many "clean" phases, it is her special secret. The one thing that is always hanging above her head; taunting her, pleading with her. The power drugs have over the female is what that secret is. People knew about her use, even if they assumed it was simply recreational. The handle the speakless powder had over her mind terrified her, even to this day. The entire world of drugs and alcohol is familiar to her - she just cannot have anyone else knowing that.
BEST MEMORY: I guess that first time doing a line of cocaine doesn't count? Well, it's going to have to. Why? Because, for her entire life, Cassidy Slade never had any doubts about herself. If she wanted something, she would go out and get it. What, it's near impossible to break into the acting scene? Really? Well, I never would have known. For her, wanting to be an actress was as easy as wanting to be an accountant - just go out and do it. It was the thrill of the unknown surrounding drugs. At her birthday party, she barely knew what a joint was. Now? Joints are boring. Are you kidding? It might not be pretty, but it would have to do. We have to know that Cassidy is all about pleasing herself, yes? That feeling of euphoria and rebellion that night...it was magical. She was on top of the world. Not because of the drugs ( well, not just because of the drugs ). But because she had discovered something that wasn't...easy. She could not want drugs and go out and get them, not with the spotlight currently shining on her. It was something she's chased ever since.
WORST MEMORY: For Cassidy Slade, everything was always about drugs. They were the one thing that did not come easily to her - they destroyed her. At the best of times, Cassidy was high. At the worst of times, Cassidy was high. Her personal life was always about getting another hit, about finding another dealer. They also happened to be the only thing that put her on top of the world. That was the highlight. Crashing down from the top of the world was the lowlight. Being forced to actually deal with the demons that came along with battling a drug addiction - rehab. The moment when she saw her brother's face, for the first time in years, standing outside the door of her apartment, demanding she come with him or he would have to force it - it was as vivid now as when it happened. She had seen his face splashed across the sports section of the 'Times, with the headlines above them - 'Controversial goaltender continues to butt heads with coaching', 'Mass-brawl highlight of game, again started by goaltender Slade.' They were always the same. But having the local agitator, one of the most aggrivating people in Los Angeles, standing in front of her? Not a moment of fun. Walking into the awkwardly lit rehabilitation clinic. Having him staring at her through bruised eyes the entire night from the corner, not saying a word. Having him disappear the moment he knew she wasn't able to leave. It was the worst. Having it happen twice more, however, was even worse.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Of all the people on Earth, the most interesting are the ones who have issues. A lot of them. A character is never captivating unless there is at least six and a half major flaws coloring up the screen. It is the only way to keep people interesting. Actually. It's the only way to keep yourself interested. Have you ever wondered why it is soccer moms, with the perfect suburban house, beige SUV, two and a half children, husband, and life, who shoot themselves? Well, it's because they're so god fucking bored with their lives, there is nothing else to do. When you achieve something, you don't know what the hell to do anymore. Messing up and living in a box makes for a more enticing life. Hitting bumps on the road to the End - which isn't the perfect Everything, it's death - is what shapes a person's character. It makes them interesting. It makes talented, massively underrated actress like Cassidy Slade want to play them in a powerful, but unknown film with a cool name. Shutters. Something like that.

Lord knows Cassidy Slade has hit enough bumps on the road in her short eighteen years to shape her into a rather complicated invididual. No one could ever call her boring. Fact is, her entire life has been structured around when she'll fuck things up next. It's simply what she does. It sounds a whole lot like the majority of Valkyrie, California, I know. But for this actress, it happens to be true. The day that stupid tabloid hit the stands, the one describing Cassidy's first time experimenting with drugs - that was the beginning of the end. The beginning of her lack of control over herself. More reputable magazines jumped right onto the story. A few people knew her name. Not many, but enough. She was respected in her industry, and she was just fine with that. Of course, all of that changed the moment Us Weekly or some other trashrag exploited a detailed, 'exclusive' story about her long-hidden battle with drugs. Uh, hidden? That first issue had come out only a year previous - a full year after she began battling drugs in the first place. No one ever paid enough attention to actually care. I guess that is where it starts. She never cared enough to hide her addiction. Her parents knew, her agent. But that was it. She never went out with her castmates. To her, her addiction made her invinicible. As it does with many addicts, she never saw anything wrong with having a good time. Only, she chose to have a good time at a dive bar around the corner from her small apartment. Celebrities never frequented it there, let alone the prying eyes of the wanna-be papparazzi.

Now, most people assume drug addicts are weakened, dirty, poor excuses for human beings. In most cases, they would be right. Only not in the case of Cassidy Slade. She never thought of herself as weak, despite the number of times she relapsed. She knew why she did. Everyone did. She did not want to get clean, to actually let the rehabilitation work for her. If you don't give yourself over to any psychiatric program, it won't work. Not really. You see, Cassidy is a difficult individual. Her life isn't boring because she doesn't allow it to be boring. How exciting would things be if she were a squeaky-clean sober would-be actress? Good fucking times. Remember how her life was structured around her next fuck-up? She designed it that way. It didn't matter what it was, it had to be something. Sometimes to twist the wrong way in order for a little extra drama to be added to her life. She was out on control and reckless because she wanted to be. That's just how things were. The power of drugs hung over her head like an annoying little sister. The drugs themselves didn't. She couldn't control the constant want, the need, for the feeling the white powder gave her. She couldn't just leave them be, cut drugs out of her life entirely. That would be like admitting defeat. Cassidy is an individual who does not admit defeat - to her, nothing is out of reach. Everything is attainable. And, well, when something decides to be stubborn about it, she has to take her sweet time in taming it. Drugs just happen to be fun.

But, really, addicts are people, too. Addicts like Cassidy, actually. Unfortunately for the tabloids and overhyped Hollywood whores, her life didn't revolve around drugs. Never had, never will. The reason she turned toward the "unknown" in the first place? Because things were easy. Too easy. For her entire life, Cassidy Slade had never had to really try for anything. To her, wanting to be an actress was merely a case of, "oh, should I do television or film?" There was never a question as to if she would get what she wanted. She would. She always did. If there was one thing she knew about herself, it was her ability to get what she wanted. Whatever she wanted. It happened naturally, easily. No ruining lives, no destroying lifelong wishes. Just easily fitting in with whatever she wanted, and it would be done. She could suck all of the air out the room without lifting a single finger. Now, don't go blaming her for that. It was just how she was. Charismatic. If you walk into a room, she was one of the individuals you would want to look at first. Not because of some breathtaking beauty or ugly look on her face, just...because. There was that aura surrounding her - a bright, almost powerful aura. You know those people. There's nothing they can really do about it. She had long known this about herself, the reasoning why she became so successful, so quickly. Unlike many others, she just happened to use it to her advantage.

That happened a lot. The primary concern of Cassidy Tamara Slade was, indeed, Cassidy Tamara Slade. With the early realization that she could do almost anything she wanted? Well, that changed things. With this, on top of seeing the dirty world of wanna-be actresses, it became a little cynical. People sucked. Plain and simple. She saw it every damn day. In her line of work, the only person ever really looking out for you is you. And then with her drug scandals hitting the front pages of magazines everywhere? That brought a whole new level of "people suck". So, over the years, she grew into one blind-sided individual. She cared for little more than herself; maybe a select few. She was selfish. Happy now? Cassidy Slade was a selfish, manipulative individual who could get whatever the hell she wanted.

And, well, that changes people. Not things. People. The amount of messing-up Cassidy had done in her short eighteen years, why it was a surprised she wasn't some drooling, heroine-addicted uberbitch. That's what her brother called it, anyway. No. As a selfish young lady who quickly learned that she could do anything she wished, she twisted everything around for her own advantage. That's what was her primary problem: she always angled the situation toward herself. For her own advantage. Why? Because of drugs, naturally. They were not her entire life, but they sure as hell controlled a good bit of it. The reason she continued to chase drugs was because they were not something she could get by simply wanting them. It also made her feel weak, pathetic. Never had there ever been Cassidy fucking Slade hadn't been able to get. So, she decided to countact those feelings by making up for it in every other factor of her life. She learned to manipulate and control people, for that extra surge of whatever. Twisted thinking, isn't it? Definitely not healthy. When something was wrong ( and she always made sure there was ), she fixed it by breaking something else. If it isn't broken, break it. It was twisted thinking. She developed twisted thinking. The way things worked upstairs for her weren't, well, always overly normal. The power that comes with being high is the same that goes with seeing people struggling around under her thumb. Manipulating people isn't always what's fun - toying with them while you manipulate them is. She didn't control people to get what she wanted and be done with it. No, if she wanted to angle a situation her way, she'd manipulate said situation to angle her way. Duh. And then she'd go a few steps further, messing around with someone's emotions. See, being somy drooly, heroine-addicted uberbitch is a lot less fun.

Okay well, that's painting it a little dark. Negative. Pointing out the bad. She would be the first one to admit it - she wasn't the best of people. Someone else could go out and save the whales. There were a lot of bad characteristics about her, she knew that. Most people who actually knew her knew that. They just never did anything about it. Why? Because unless they were directly involved with her mind games, she was a downright pleasant individual. Odd, isn't it? She had never, ever been a downright bitch unless the situation called for it. She didn't see the point. Why be pissed at the world when there's nothing to really be pissed at? She didn't get it, didn't ask questions. But, it was true. At the first couple of glances, Cas was a completely normal teenage girl. The down-to-earth actress - that's what people always called her. You know, except for her little "problem". But let's not talk about that. She was polite, she was friendly, and she was understanding. She hated drama, hated the spotlight. She wanted to go to work and then go home. Acting was a job, not a lifestyle. "Celebrity" was not something she would list on her resume, thanks. Contrary to what some say, there are several positive points to Cassidy Slade. She's normal. How's that for positive? She didn't wish the world dead. She didn't go out looking for trouble. She didn't like making anyone else miserable to the point of suicide. She just liked messing around with them, making them dread seeing her in their doorway. There's a big difference, friend.

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CHARACTER HISTORY ,
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HOMETOWN: los angeles, california.
PARENTS: dennis slade, FATHER. forty-eight. HISTORY PROFESSOR.
charlotte slade, MOTHER. forty-five. LEGAL SECRATARY.
SIBLINGS: carter slade, BROTHER. twenty-one. NHL GOALTENDER.
thomas abrose III, STEP-BROTHER. seventeen. STUDENT, DRUG DEALER.
OTHER:
LIVING SITUATION: the valks.
HISTORY: oh my gawd. it is the family business of the slade's to be famous. then fuck it all to shame. look at supermodel kiran - that's exactly what she did! and now this hack of an actress is trying to get herself publicity? pathetic. simply pathetic.

imagine yourself walking down the street and hearing that, all the time. no, seriously. not a day goes by without some random stranger holding up a trash-bag magazine - made of newspaper - and saying that you are a waste of space. chances are, that's never happened to you. if it has, i feel sorry for you. at least people knew your name before all of this shit. a theatrical, over-the-top child from a friendly neighbourhood in los angeles, california, couldn't believe that would be her in a little over ten years. of course not. the only people that have such things said about them are trash themselves, taking no pride in themselves as a human being. they're only point for living is to have their name plastered all over the magazine stands, displaying news of any kind - positive, negative, pointless. it doesn't matter. hoe-bags like these have sold their souls to the devil for fame. that is all there is to it.

well, until it happened to her.

you see, cassidy slade was put into acting classes at an extremely young age. her parents said she was born for the stage - a theatrical little ball of charisma, she was. it only made sense. and, like everything else in her life, it came easily to her. if there was one thing cassidy was blessed with, it was the natural ability to suck all of the air out of the room. everything came naturally to, leaving almost no room for competition. she simply never understood why some found certain tasks difficult; it was all so easy for her. and, like always, that lead to bigger and better things. the lovely thing about the city of angeles is that the nasty world of theatre happens to run the entire town. it was borderline easy for her to take acting more seriously, quickly earning starring roles in various local productions. by age ten, cassidy slade was the cute little kid on the face of a toothpaste, or pretending to play with the new barbie that was just oh so amazing. by age fourteen, she was the lovely young actress proving her acting chops in small, but compelling, film performances. it seemed in no time at all, cassidy had moved from struggling child actor to a solid asset to the indie movie scene in california. like always, it just came naturally to her. right place, right time she said. streak of good luck, he said.

let us continue on this quest to hollywood stardom. despite co-starring in several larger productions, it always seemed that she struggled to cast into high-budget films. which, by age sixteen, suited her just fine. there was something charming and warm about the indie movie scene. she worked with the came crew multiple times, always saw familiar faces. people were warm and friendly here; not screaming, demanding wastes of oxygen that ran red carpet events. the few premieres she had attended had all but terrified her. terrified her almost as much as the surprise rush she got from the chalky little pills she had innocently taken on the night of her seventeenth birthday. they terrified her almost as much as her first line of cocaine did. after awhile, you just get used to it, you know? brad pitt must get used to be a fashionably dressed monkey on display, right? the same feeling eventually set it with getting high. after awhile, it numbed her out.

however, you feel numb while on detoxing medication, too. two months after her seventeenth birthday, cassidy slade was another member of the young hollywood scene. you know, the ones doing lines of cocaine, in plain sight, at one of the hottest clubs? yeah, those. six months after her birthday, she was the bitching, horrible echo of a human being forced through the backdoors of a reputable rehabilitation facility by her older brother, the person whom had no communicated with her in months and months. he did it again four months later, after she relapsed immediately. and then again. by the time cassidy slade's eighteenth birthday rolled around, she had been to and from rehab a total of four times. four times! not including those pathetic five-day detox programs, either. she had written the book on pretending to get through those. during the duration of her wild, binge drinking, drug-doing teenage years, the world was taking notice. she didn't read those trash mags - it's not like her name was ever in them. here and there, her name was being written in the articles published in the middle of the tabloid magazines. people didn't know her for her charisma, nor her impressive list of films - they knew her for her wild antics. for all the world cared, cassidy slade was just another rich kid socialite with problems.

overnight, cassidy slade had become a sensation. in one night, all of that had come crashing down to a destructive drug addiction. it happened again when hollywood caught wind of her not-so-secret addiction. everyone watched as she was pushed from rehab program to rehab program, from psychiatrist to psychiatrist. everyone also watched when, shortly before her nineteenth birthday, the seedy nightclub she was shooting up in was busted by the police. her mugshot was splashed across the frontpages of all of the tabloids in line at the grocery store. i heard her parents wanted to let her rot in prison, teach her a lesson or two. i know that her agent dropped her just like that. rumour has it, the only person who didn't care, suddenly cared. remember him? the guy...hockey player? yeah, him. he's been absent for years, except to force her back into rehab again. apparently, he paid her bail of five dollars and is making her come back to valkyrie with him. it's where her parents live.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
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YOUR NAME: asia the hockey addict. =]
GENDER: asexual, with a touch of feminine bitch.
AGE: eighteen.
RP EXPERIENCE: longer than you.
OTHER CHARACTERS: the flingers. they own you.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: i invented rambling.<3

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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[Shay Anderson]

well, finally -_- YAY. yay staff powers.

ACCEPTED !