Name: Cassandra Mertes

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Archetype: Shapeshifter

Skin Tone: Light tan

Eye Color: Dark brown

Hair Color: Black

Hair Length: Down to her chest. It's straight and begins to curl at her collarbone

Height: 1.7 meters

Weight: 51 kg

Body Type: Slender

Mother: Stacey Mertes

Father: Flynn Mertes

Siblings (if any): Bethany Mertes and Garrett Mertes

Profession: Martial Arts instructor (Hapkido, and TaeKwonDo)

Talents: Martial arts, piano, harp

Abilities: Cassandra can transform into anything she's killed for 6-7 hours at a time(and per day.)

Strengths: She can take multiple hits and has good balance

Weaknesses: She's uncomfortable shape-shifting and avoids it most of the time.

Flaws: Alcoholic, mean spirited, somewhat arrogant, self-conscious, and manipulative

Weapon (if any): Glock 17

Personality: Cassandra is one of those people that acts like she hates everyone, but secretly doesn't. Most of the time, acting like she hates someone is a way of showing affection. If she truly hates somebody she will simply ignore them. Or kill them, depending on who it is. She often finds herself unhappy, but quickly grows angry at herself for doing so because she feels that she should be happy all the time with everything she has. Because of her conflicting emotions, she endures many mood swings and is often depressed.

Background: Cassandra grew up with an easy life. She was born in a rich family, she gets along with her siblings, and she's a very talented musician and fighter. She was always academically successful due to her hard work and discipline, but she was always very anxious and stressed out from her lack of sleep in result. She needs to take medication every morning for an anxiety disorder that she developed from her high stress levels, and never was able to psych herself out of it due to her weak state of mind.

RP Example: Anxiety flowing through her body, the cold mat below her feet making her shiver, the cold air passing through her jacket, Cassandra found herself standing amongst judges. Her students were illuminated by the light and the audience was nothing but a silhouette. The shadows of the demo team that she helped train were small, barely following them under their feet. Her students were equally anxious, hopefully being able to impress the judges. They would have to break their boards simultaneously with no error, participate in sparring events to prove their capabilities, and show that they were disciplined enough to be able to learn multiple stances and be able to perform them correctly as a group. Somehow, Cassandra sensed that her students weren't ready, and she was about to face fierce embarrassment.

Notes:

Approved.