Post by Cassandra Baker on Jul 29, 2017 14:46:41 GMT -5
Name: Cassandra Baker
Age: 29
Birthdate/place: [17-04-1992]
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Family: Muggleborn
Abraham Baker - Father, status unknown
Melissa Baker - Mother, status unknown
Appearance:
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Blue
Build/height- Cassandra is relatively tall, standing about 5'9" (~175cm) with a willowy build that is reflected in the light and airy way that she moves about a room.
General Description- Cassandra always liked her eyes. A piercing blue in the right light, they danced with intelligence and humor, just like her mother's. Wavy auburn hair frames a soft, heart shaped face, a knowing smile often planted firmly on thin, unpainted lips. Her skin is fair and unscarred, the result of a real aversion to any physical activity that wasn't dancing during school.
Her wardrobe is stylish, if a tad too professional. Despite drifting from her parents, she finds it hard to let go of the Muggle world and often eschews Wizard fashion in favor of Muggle dresses and casual wear.
Possessions- A small studio condo on the Muggle side of London (fully paid for), her wand, and a bank account with about 500 Galleons.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Alliance- Good
Alignment- Lawful Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Slytherin
Job- Former Mind-Healer
Employer- Formerly St. Mungo's
Other:
Magical Skills- Occlumancy and Legilimancy, Memory Charms.
Patronus- None
Wand- 14 inches, made of Willow and Ashwinder scale.
Goals/Aspirations- To return to her work, to discover the cause of The Flux, and to regain full control of her own mind.
Other Information- Currently sharing her mind with Marcus Wilkes, a former psychiatric patient of hers.
History-
Cassandra Baker was born in Brighton on April 17, 1992 to Muggle parents - Abraham, a schoolteacher, and Melissa, a concert violinist. From the time she could walk and talk, all Cassandra could talk about was becoming a doctor, and photos adorning the Baker family's refrigerator reflected this. The arrival of a fateful letter, and the subsequent visit from Headmistress McGonagall brought those dreams to a screeching halt as she was exposed to a whole new world. She can remember quite clearly the first question she ever asked her future Headmistress.
"Do Witches have doctors?"
No one would have expected the bright and cheerful young Muggleborn to be sorted into Slytherin, but the hat had taken one peek into her mind and glimpsed the singular goal and willingness to do anything to achieve it and announced her destiny without a second of hesitation. Cassandra, unaware of the slowly fading stigma of Slytherin being a pureblood supremacist breeding ground, embraced her knew housemates immediately, worming her way into the hearts of all but the most stubborn of the old guard. She took to her studies well in the classes she cared about, and just enough to pass in the ones she deemed unnecessary, eventually graduating with NEWTs in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
In the weeks following Hogwarts, Cassandra felt (for the first time in her life) unsure. Her parents, still wary of the Magical world and all it involved, pressured her to attend a Muggle medical college since she had obtained her A-levels through independent study. On the other hand, she had been accepted straight from Hogwarts into St. Mungo's Healer Training program. She spent the summer following Hogwarts abroad with friends as she considered her options, and in the end settled on St. Mungo's. Her parents viewed her choice as a rejection of the Muggle world, and their relationship grew very distant. In compensation, Cassandra threw herself into her studies, eventually choosing Mind-Healing as a speciality.
Her life became one of rhythm and habit as she settled into her chosen field. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. She began to depend on her work as a replacement for a social life, slowly drifting from the friends she had made during her schooling. At 25 she became the youngest Assistant Department Head in over three decades, taking over responsibility for the Long-Term Spell Damage ward. Her focus on Mind Magic and Mind-Healing shifted during the onset of the Demon Wars, when it became all hands on deck nearly every day for emergency treatments and triage.
During the tail end of the Demon Wars, Cassandra began to study the effects of prolonged violent conflict in witches and wizards. It was during one of her patient sessions that everything went wrong for Cassandra.
Marcus Wilkes had been a supporter of Mosrael prior to his capture in June, and a particularly vicious one at that. Responsible for more than a dozen deaths, and twice as many tortures, Marcus was the poster child for psychopathic tendencies. Cassandra spent more than a month with him, conducting interviews as well as examining his mind with Legilimancy. When morning came on the 20th of August, 2021, she assumed that she would continue exactly as she had been. She settled into the heavily reinforced interview chamber in the prison ward at St. Mungo's and entered Marcus's mind just as she'd done every morning for weeks. This time was different though. Where before he'd been nearly pliable and noncombative, nearly comatose in fact since his capture, this time he fought back, and hard. He forced his way back through the connection and into her mind, forcing her to relive every terrible moment she'd experienced during the wars.
Despite the rush of horrible imagery flooding her mind, she maintained just enough awareness to see him drawing a wand. Not pausing for even a moment to consider where he'd gotten it, she reached into her robes and grabbed onto the emergency Portkey that all healers entering the prison ward were required to carry. She felt the familiar tug of its activation, heard the rushing of air as she was displaced-
-Then, pain. Horrible, ear-ringing, skull-splitting pain permeating every inch of her mind. As the sensation of Portkeying faded, so too did the pain, as suddenly as it had come, but the room she sat in was not the safe room she expected. No, she was still in the interview chamber, but things were...different. The table had moved, pushed against one wall and covered in a thin sheet. The floor was covered in thick dust. The intrusion alarms were blaring, which only triggered when someone Portkeyed or Apparated into an empty interview chamber.
As she looked about in confusion, trying to make sense of her situation, her heart stopped and her eyes widened at the sound of a sinister voice ringing from inside her head.
"Well, well," the voice chuckled, "What a pickle we've gotten ourselves into, doc."
Age: 29
Birthdate/place: [17-04-1992]
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Family: Muggleborn
Abraham Baker - Father, status unknown
Melissa Baker - Mother, status unknown
Appearance:
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Blue
Build/height- Cassandra is relatively tall, standing about 5'9" (~175cm) with a willowy build that is reflected in the light and airy way that she moves about a room.
General Description- Cassandra always liked her eyes. A piercing blue in the right light, they danced with intelligence and humor, just like her mother's. Wavy auburn hair frames a soft, heart shaped face, a knowing smile often planted firmly on thin, unpainted lips. Her skin is fair and unscarred, the result of a real aversion to any physical activity that wasn't dancing during school.
Her wardrobe is stylish, if a tad too professional. Despite drifting from her parents, she finds it hard to let go of the Muggle world and often eschews Wizard fashion in favor of Muggle dresses and casual wear.
Possessions- A small studio condo on the Muggle side of London (fully paid for), her wand, and a bank account with about 500 Galleons.
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Alliance- Good
Alignment- Lawful Good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- Slytherin
Job- Former Mind-Healer
Employer- Formerly St. Mungo's
Other:
Magical Skills- Occlumancy and Legilimancy, Memory Charms.
Patronus- None
Wand- 14 inches, made of Willow and Ashwinder scale.
Goals/Aspirations- To return to her work, to discover the cause of The Flux, and to regain full control of her own mind.
Other Information- Currently sharing her mind with Marcus Wilkes, a former psychiatric patient of hers.
History-
Cassandra Baker was born in Brighton on April 17, 1992 to Muggle parents - Abraham, a schoolteacher, and Melissa, a concert violinist. From the time she could walk and talk, all Cassandra could talk about was becoming a doctor, and photos adorning the Baker family's refrigerator reflected this. The arrival of a fateful letter, and the subsequent visit from Headmistress McGonagall brought those dreams to a screeching halt as she was exposed to a whole new world. She can remember quite clearly the first question she ever asked her future Headmistress.
"Do Witches have doctors?"
No one would have expected the bright and cheerful young Muggleborn to be sorted into Slytherin, but the hat had taken one peek into her mind and glimpsed the singular goal and willingness to do anything to achieve it and announced her destiny without a second of hesitation. Cassandra, unaware of the slowly fading stigma of Slytherin being a pureblood supremacist breeding ground, embraced her knew housemates immediately, worming her way into the hearts of all but the most stubborn of the old guard. She took to her studies well in the classes she cared about, and just enough to pass in the ones she deemed unnecessary, eventually graduating with NEWTs in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts.
In the weeks following Hogwarts, Cassandra felt (for the first time in her life) unsure. Her parents, still wary of the Magical world and all it involved, pressured her to attend a Muggle medical college since she had obtained her A-levels through independent study. On the other hand, she had been accepted straight from Hogwarts into St. Mungo's Healer Training program. She spent the summer following Hogwarts abroad with friends as she considered her options, and in the end settled on St. Mungo's. Her parents viewed her choice as a rejection of the Muggle world, and their relationship grew very distant. In compensation, Cassandra threw herself into her studies, eventually choosing Mind-Healing as a speciality.
Her life became one of rhythm and habit as she settled into her chosen field. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. She began to depend on her work as a replacement for a social life, slowly drifting from the friends she had made during her schooling. At 25 she became the youngest Assistant Department Head in over three decades, taking over responsibility for the Long-Term Spell Damage ward. Her focus on Mind Magic and Mind-Healing shifted during the onset of the Demon Wars, when it became all hands on deck nearly every day for emergency treatments and triage.
During the tail end of the Demon Wars, Cassandra began to study the effects of prolonged violent conflict in witches and wizards. It was during one of her patient sessions that everything went wrong for Cassandra.
Marcus Wilkes had been a supporter of Mosrael prior to his capture in June, and a particularly vicious one at that. Responsible for more than a dozen deaths, and twice as many tortures, Marcus was the poster child for psychopathic tendencies. Cassandra spent more than a month with him, conducting interviews as well as examining his mind with Legilimancy. When morning came on the 20th of August, 2021, she assumed that she would continue exactly as she had been. She settled into the heavily reinforced interview chamber in the prison ward at St. Mungo's and entered Marcus's mind just as she'd done every morning for weeks. This time was different though. Where before he'd been nearly pliable and noncombative, nearly comatose in fact since his capture, this time he fought back, and hard. He forced his way back through the connection and into her mind, forcing her to relive every terrible moment she'd experienced during the wars.
Despite the rush of horrible imagery flooding her mind, she maintained just enough awareness to see him drawing a wand. Not pausing for even a moment to consider where he'd gotten it, she reached into her robes and grabbed onto the emergency Portkey that all healers entering the prison ward were required to carry. She felt the familiar tug of its activation, heard the rushing of air as she was displaced-
-Then, pain. Horrible, ear-ringing, skull-splitting pain permeating every inch of her mind. As the sensation of Portkeying faded, so too did the pain, as suddenly as it had come, but the room she sat in was not the safe room she expected. No, she was still in the interview chamber, but things were...different. The table had moved, pushed against one wall and covered in a thin sheet. The floor was covered in thick dust. The intrusion alarms were blaring, which only triggered when someone Portkeyed or Apparated into an empty interview chamber.
As she looked about in confusion, trying to make sense of her situation, her heart stopped and her eyes widened at the sound of a sinister voice ringing from inside her head.
"Well, well," the voice chuckled, "What a pickle we've gotten ourselves into, doc."