NAME: ALICE LEROY CASSANDRA GUMMER NICKNAMES: CASS, CASSIE BIRTHDATE: JUNE 1ST (3) ZODIAC: GEMINI GENDER + PRONOUNS: CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER ORIENTATION: LESBIAN HEIGHT: 5’10” HOMETOWN: SAVANNAH, GA AFFILIATION: NONE(YET) OCCUPATION: ESCORT & CON ARTIST POSITIVE: ENIGMATIC, KIND, SEDUCTIVE NEGATIVE: CAUTIOUS, CLOSED OFF, DECEITFUL ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC NEUTRAL FACECLAIM: SARAH PIDGEON
TRIGGER WARNINGS :: CHILD ABUSE, MURDER, IDENTITY THEFT
Born as Alice Leroy, Alice remembers her childhood vaguely. The memories were put away - lost to time and a new identity - when she ran. Still, sometimes she remembers her fathers fists and his shouts in the most random times. Places where its unsafe to remember those things; but they come creeping back like some kind of sick vision. Her mother had been trampled under the weight of the abuse, had been a shell of herself long before Alice came along. They did not have a healthy relationship - Alice used to cling to her fearfully as her shadow before she got punished for that too. Soon, self-reliance and resentment took hold of her and their relationship splintered under the weight.
Growing up in that house had been an nightmare, but at least she was gone for most of the year. Her father had been a politician and, while violent, had a good reputation in the polls and so he’d sent Alice to a private boarding school. She was gone for his campaigns - kept away from the cameras. But she was home when it happened; a fight too violent to not be lethal, too much blood on the floor for someone not to have been dead. She ran. She was nineteen and had little experience with working or caring for herself, but she knew that she’d be next if she stayed.
She changed her name - afraid that her father would find her. She was Claire for awhile, then Scarlett, then Faith. Each new place came with a new name until she couldn’t make heads or tails who she really was. She had made herself into a chameleon; fitting in everywhere and nowhere at the same time. And when her story faltered, when people found out something they shouldn’t, she would take the next bus out of town. It was easy, for the most part. She remained carefully detached - when she could - from most everyone.
Los Angeles was a welcome reprieve to the small towns she’d been haunting before. Usually, as a rule, she stayed far from Georgia - even going as far as to mask her accent so others wouldn’t ask questions. LA was a revelation. She could lose herself here, if she wasn’t careful. After working odd jobs, she’d wound up in an escort service because the money was easy. She could charm with the best of them, and was genteel enough that it endeared others to her.
The Madame of the house, someone Alice became obsessed with immediately upon meeting her, became a mentor to her and the closest thing she’d came to family in years. Her name; Cassandra Gummer. Only Alice knew her true name, and her immense amount of money and worth after months of being her charge. She taught Alice everything - how to manage herself, how to get whatever she wanted from others with the right words and the right movements. It was the art form of Seduction, and one Alice mastered quick enough. She was also the only one that Alice ever told what happened to her mother and the stolen identities she’d taken along the way.
Madame assured Alice that she wouldn’t tell. And she took her secret to the grave when she died of a sudden heart attack when Alice was twenty-eight. After that, Alice couldn’t bare to stay any longer in LA. Heartbroken, she took up the honor of wearing Cassandra’s name proudly. Hell, she knew everything about the woman; where she was from, her birthday, her incredibly tragic history. New York came after and she’s been wearing this identity for two years. Sometimes, she doesn’t remember the girl from before - the one who was scared of her own shadow, who believed in right and wrong, who defended anyone who needed it because no one had defended her when she was young. Sometimes, she doesn’t know who she is - and sometimes, she thinks that the illusion will eventually catch up with her.
HEADCANONS:
Caters to male, female, and anyone in between or outside of gender binaries. Doesn't discriminate and treats everyone the same no matter their gender. She doesn't think this makes much of a difference for her as she prefers to keep a strictly professional relationship with clientele. Though, occasionally, people slip between the cracks..
Owns her sexuality and isn't ashamed to speak about sex in a literal manner. Known for teasing, especially to her friends, but knows when to stop joking.
Doesn't have any pets but craves animal connection. But she thinks that, because she moves so often, it would be cruel to upend their life. Really, just avoid deep connections when she can - even non-human ones.
Has been in the city for around two-ish years. This would open her up to connections for friends, begrudging romantic entanglements, and the sort.
Loves older women and finds power - and money - attractive.
Gets nasty when she's desperate or feels like she's in danger.
