Marise, Cassandra - finished

[Cassandra (Sunny) Marise]

N A M E '

Cassandra LeeAnn Marise

A G E '

seventeen

G E N D E R '

female

S H I F T I N G '

She's just a human who knows nothing about the world she lives in.size]

P E R S O N A '

Cassandra (a.k.a Sunny) is extremely artistic. She loves photography, drawing, and writing. She is a strong believer in personal spirits that match up with animals - maybe its the 30% native american in her. She loves animals of all shapes and sizes. If there is one place you'd be most likely to find Sunny, it would be outside somewhere. Sunny loves the outdoors and hates being couped up inside. There have been many times she has come home soaking wet cause she would rather walk in the rain then have to stare out her window. Overall, Sunny can be a bit shy when she first meets someone, but once you get to know her, she is kind and goodhearted. She always looks for the best in a situation and always has something nice to say about everyone.

S K I N . D E E P '

Sunny has dark hair and sunkissed tan skin that reflects her native american heritage - even though she is less than 50 percent. Her eyes are a deep brown that look far to wise for a seventeen year old. She is tall, thin, and toned. She loves running outdoors, so she has a very athletic build. Sunny usually wears earth tones and denim. She is not into the super skinny jeans and skin tight tops that aren't long enough to cover her abdomin. She likes to be comfortable, leaning towards loose, off the shoulder tee-shirts and jean or denim shorts.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

From another site i'm on.

"Would you care to try one?"

The waitressed raised a tray up to Cassndra's five-foot nine stature. She looked over the selection of miniature quishes, tiny hot dogs and scallops wrapped in bacon. Her stomach churned inside of her. The smell of the little morsels made her mouth water and sent her senses blazing. Her fingers twitched, ready to take one from the silver platter, but something pulled her back. Don't you dare. Do you know what that will do to you?
It was the little voice in her head that had lately begun to sound like a cross between her mother and Tony, her manager.

After she had nailed the cover of teen vogue at age 13, they were determined to have her on the cover of every fashion magazine in the country. From Nylon to Cosmo, everyone would know Sunny's angelic face; her green eyes and blonde hair that shimmered in the sun - hence the nickname Sunny - were hard to forget. Every major photographer would want to look at her through a lense, capture the essence and beauty that was the one and only Sunny Marise.

Sunny raised her hand politely to the women and shook her head. "No thank you." The women lowered her tray and looked Sunnie's slim figure up and down. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth twisted into the classic, of course you don't face she had grown to know so well over the past few months. It was a face she hated. It was a face of judgement, a face that told you just what someone thought of you. The stereotypical she's got it all, why can't i have that meets she really needs to have a hamburger with all the fixins and a side of cheesy fries look. It wasn't fair in Sunnie's eyes. Why did people just have to see the skeletal thin, picture perfect exterior when there was a girl with ambition, attitude, spunk, secrets, pain, and so much more. No one ever cared to look past the magazine cover.

"Cassandra," a high pitch voice called from across the busy room. She turned to find her mother, dressed in a floor length grecian style dress,. Any other mother on the planet could have tried to pull off the single shouldered Diane von Furstenburg one of a kind, but only Antoinette Marise could. A former model herself, Sunny's mother had still maintained her size four figure. She was everything Sunny ever wanted to be.

"Yes mother?" Sunny walked over to where Antoinette stood, surrounded by men and women who seemed completely ordinary in comparision to her mother - though in actuality they were far from it. "Cassandra, I would like to introduce you to a few very important people." She named the people around her before turning back to her daughter. "They are interested in using you as their spokesmodel for their companies upcomming spring collection." Sunny struggled to hide her excitement. If people were discussing spring fashion business about her at the winter fashion show, it ment they really wanted her, that they didn't want to risk her being hired by another company.

She simply smiled and turned to the people her mother had introduced and said, "I would love to."