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Name: Cassandra
Age: 19
Appearance: tl;dr Thin with emerging curves, super short brunette hair, huge smile
	Cassandra stands at about 5'6", has a thin body that is slowly filling out again, and has skin the color of milk. Her hair is hardly an inch long, only recently growing back completely after her chemo, and her eyes are a sparkling blue.
	She usually wears dresses in her daily life, comfortable and stylish when she can, and simple flat shoes. She also has a variety of wigs she uses to hide her ultra-short hair. Her favorite is a voluminous pastel pink wig that reaches to her tailbone. When she gets the chance, she also wears costumes she sews with her aunt when she gets the chance.
Personality: tl;dr affectionate, motherly, warm and open, but naive and wide-eyed
Incarnation of: Panacea
Soul weapon: Ribbons/Bandages


Ability Scores: 

Strength 	0
Agility 	0
Resistance	0
Spirit	 	4
Willpower 	1


Background
	Cassandra lived in the big city, New York, for most of her life. She was a student, an artist, and a soon-to-be designer. Her mother passed away when she was a baby, but her father loved and adored her. She had a scholarship to NYU, loving friends, and a life that she was satisfied with.
	But, her life crumbled around her when she was 18 and she was diagnosed with brain cancer.
	She was constantly in and out of the hospital, her body was crumbling underneath her, she coughed up blood, and her hair fell out in clumps around her. She laid in her hospital bed, and decided with her father that she didn't want to die here. The two of them packed up, and she went south, travelling along the coast so in her final days she could at least be happy and with her only family member left.
	They stopped in Virginia when her time was up. She sat with her father on the rocky shores, head resting on his shoulder as they watched the sunset over the Atlantic. He held her close, and they sat in silence. Her father wiped a tear from her face, kissed her on the forehead and they went back to their hotel.
	Cassandra was admitted to the hospital, for the final check in the progression of her cancer.
	And it was completely gone. She sat with her father, both of them stunned into dumb silence at the diagnosis. Cancer that once ran rampant through nearly her whole head was just gone at the snap of someone's fingers.
	They broke into tears, and after several hours of hugging each other, the doctor, and the nurses, they had to figure out what they were going to do. Her father had given up the lease on their old apartment and quit his job, since he knew he wouldn't be returning once Cassandra died. But now, she was healthy as could be.
	They decided to move in with Cassandra's estranged aunt, who began to get the girl into cosplay, video games, and a variety of other internet sub-cultures.