Cassie

[cassandra-reese]

Is that LULU ANTARIKSA? No, that’s just CASSANDRA “CASSIE” REESE. They were born on 22/10/1997 and are a PSYCHIC living in Northknot Town. They work as a FORTUNE TELLER AT CIRCLE OF LIGHT. Some say they're ADVENTUROUS and CHARMING, but I’ve heard others say they're MANIPULATIVE and IMPULSIVE. When you think of HER, don’t you think of TAROT CARDS SPREAD ACROSS THE TABLE, SCATTERED SHEET MUSIC AND COMPOSITION NOTES & GLOBES AND WORLD MAPS?

Name: Cassandra Louise Reese, M.D. Pronunciation: kuh-SAN-druh loo-EEZ REES Nickname(s): Cassie, Cas Birthday: October 22nd Age: 28 Zodiac Sign: Libra Sun, Cancer Moon, Sagittarius Rising Gender: Cis-Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Psychic Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Fortune Teller at Circle of Light Faceclaim: Lulu Antariksa

HEADCANONS

She's lived in Northknot since she was 11 and spent the last few months traveling the world.

Cassie went to college on a scholarship and worked part-time jobs to save up money.

She lives with her best friends from growing up, Mark Hexner & Clarissa Gooding. She's also one of Sloane Carlisle's old foster siblings.

She’s the type to show up at your door with snacks, tissues, and a pep talk when you’re feeling down.

Cassie is actually very musically inclined and can play any instrument she gets her hands on.

Cassie has a hidden talent for composing music. She often writes personalized songs for her loved ones as meaningful gifts.

When she was traveling, she made money by telling people's fortunes as a gig.

Cassie has a secret love for cheesy romance novels and often incorporates their dramatic flair into her tarot readings for fun.

She has a cat, Cleo, that Mark and Clary took care of while she was traveling.

Cleo, Cassie’s cat, has a mysterious knack for finding lost items or predicting minor changes in Cassie’s life, adding a touch of magic to their bond.

Cassie not only reads tarot cards but also creates her own unique decks.

Cassie volunteers her time mentoring young psychics in Northknot, helping them navigate their gifts with confidence and care.

She knows a little bit of French from taking it in high school.

Cassie collects small trinkets and souvenirs from every place she visits.

She keeps in touch with people she met during her travels, writing letters and sending small care packages to stay connected.

She’s in a band called Jupiter Moons with Callista Albrecht, Olympia Sullivan, Sagramore Delacour & Muse who often play at local events and festivals in Northknot.

Cassie’s visions occasionally give her subtle glimpses into her sibling’s life, and she uses them to send thoughtful surprises.

She hosts monthly gatherings with close friends where they explore obscure mystical traditions, like tea-leaf reading or aura photography.

Cassie can freestyle rap impressively well, a skill she picked up from buskers during her travels.

APPEARANCE

Cassie, with her youthful, vibrant energy, radiates a captivating blend of confidence and charm. Her shoulder-length hair flows freely, often adorned with colorful headscarves that enhance her gypsy-inspired look. She walks with a natural grace and upbeat bounce, her attire always featuring flowy, eclectic garments that hint at her mystical side. Her style, a mix of bohemian chic and practical flair, reflects her free-spirited nature. With an ever-present touch of whimsical charm, Cassie’s appearance effortlessly merges the ethereal with the everyday, making her a striking figure wherever she goes.

PERSONALITY

Cassie is a warm and effervescent presence, the kind of person who makes you feel at ease within minutes of meeting her. She radiates confidence and charm, effortlessly balancing her adventurous spirit with a deep devotion to family and friends. Her upbeat, witty personality often keeps the mood light, but her empathy and wisdom make her a trusted confidant. Cassie thrives on new experiences, her open-minded curiosity driving her to explore the world and its countless stories. She’s as hardworking as she is playful, pouring her heart into every endeavor while remaining steadfastly loyal to those she loves. Whether through heartfelt advice or her goofy humor, Cassie makes people feel seen, safe, and supported, embodying the kind of person who truly inspires connection and trust.

AESTHETIC

tarot cards spread across the table - scattered sheet music and composition notes - string lights and candles - flowing fabrics, layered jewelry, and mystical charms - a mix of medical textbooks, mystical guides, and world atlases piled beside her bed - glowing crystal balls - dreamcatchers hanging near the bed - vintage instruments - the lines on your palm - globes and world maps - crystals and gemstones - mystical ruins - intricate patterns of runes and symbols - trinkets from global adventures

CONNECTIONS

Sibling (James)They were separated for almost twelve years but has since reunited. They kept in contact via letters and phone calls. Now they are as close as ever.

Adopted Siblings (0/3) (Sutton, Keiko & Lailah)They were her last foster family that turned into her adopted family. They all got along fairly well. She wasn't the only one that was adopted.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: parent death, car accident, child abuse

Cassie was born on a cold October morning in Manhattan, New York. She and her sibling grew up seemingly normal lives until Cassie was about five years old. The kids were home with the babysitter when they got the news of their parents' death from a car accident. The two were put into foster care. Their first foster home, they were kept together. It would've been okay if it weren't for their foster parents' temper. It was only a few months into the home that all the children were taken away from them and put into other homes thanks to the adults in the school noticing their bruises.

From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story.

That was when she was separated from her sibling. They made attempts to keep in touch, writing letters and making phone calls. They were all each other had after all. Cassie got along well with her new foster family until she started having visions. They thought she was lying most of the time and decided not to keep her. She was bounced around from family to family for a while before ending up in Northknot when she was eleven.

Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, But still miraculously my own. 

The Head of the Council intervened and brought her there to Northknot. She was put into a foster home and was eventually adopted into the family of five. There, they put her into sports and after school dance classes. She grew up a seemingly normal life after that. She made friends and even started dating. Cassie even stayed in contact with her sibling.

Distance means so little when someone means so much.

When Cassie turned eighteen, she decided to finally meet up with her sibling in person. She was so excited yet so nervous to finally see them after almost twelve years. She had so many thoughts going through her head that she almost chickened out. But she went to see her sibling and they've been bonded at the hip since. She convinced her sibling to move to Northknot so they could be closer together.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

After graduating high school, Cassie moved out with some friends from growing up and went to the local university and majored in Medicine. Her dream was to continue to become a doctor. So she went to a local medical school and graduated four years later. She did her internship at Northknot City Hospital. After working there for a year, Cassie herself was in a bad car accident that she walked out of almost unharmed.

Knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom.

After her near-death experience, Cassie decided to quit her job and travel the world with her lover. They started off backpacking through Europe for the first couple of months before breaking up. Then she went all sorts of places like Sydney and Egypt. She was gone for six months and is just now returning home to Northknot. She still lives with her best friends from growing up and is excited to tell them all of her stories about her travels.

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie found Ryann through the swirl of lights and velvet and bad champagne decisions the same way gravity finds its center—inevitable, wordless, a quiet pull she stopped questioning years ago. Midnight hummed in the walls of town hall, magic buzzing low and sweet, like the city itself was holding its breath. She stepped into Ryann’s orbit, fingers brushing the familiar pulse at her wrist, grounding, intentional. “Funny how we keep ending up here,” Cassie murmured, eyes bright, a crooked smile playing at her mouth. “New year. Same gravity.” She leaned in just enough to be dangerous, voice soft as a spell. “Tell me you feel it too—or kiss me and save us both the suspense.” @hxrricvnes

[cassandra-reese]

New Year's Eve 2025

[fairywilds]

YURI TOSSED THE TOWEL ONTO THE NEAREST speaker . ❝ the only unresolved thing in this room is you showing up without a bottle , ❞ he joked and bent to stretch again . he was all long lines and slow movements , the kind that looked effortless but came from hours of burning himself down to the bone . yuri rolled his shoulders , breathing out through his nose . her question didn’t hang so much as land . ❝ besides , ❞ he said , smiling faintly , trying to hide the fact that he felt like a big neon sign broadcasting : brain loud , do not poke too hard . ❝ yeah , i'm fine . just , you know , late-night gymnastics session . ❞ he vaguely explained . he could hear the wind of the s t o r m whip against the building . he always hated this time of the year . that cold , metallic season that seeped into his joints and made everything feel heavier than it needed to be . december always did this to him — the storms , the early darkness , and the way the studio felt too big when he was alone in it . ❝ anything to distract myself from the weather , ❞ he replied , ❝ i swear the sky is throwing a b i g g e r fit than i do . ❞ yuri joked .

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie clicked her tongue, mock-scolding, and lifted her hands in surrender. “First of all, I had wine. Past tense. It did not survive the day,” she said, strolling farther in, the LEDs catching in her rings like little constellations. “Second of all—‘fine’ is the most suspicious word in your vocabulary. Right next to ‘just stretching.’” She leaned against the mirror, watching his reflection instead of him, voice soft but sharp enough to cut through the noise in his head. “December does that thing where it presses its thumb right on the bruise,” she said lightly, like it wasn’t a read and not a guess. Thunder rolled, right on cue. “Cold, dark, dramatic. The sky’s absolutely main-charactering.” A beat. Then her grin slid back in, warm and conspiratorial. “So here’s the deal, gymnastic menace: we put on something unreasonably moody, you teach me one thing that makes my body shut up for five minutes, and I’ll provide top-tier distraction commentary. No poking. Just movement.” She pushed off the mirror, already toeing closer to the floor. “And if the storm wins, we sit on the floor and roast it. Either way—you’re not riding it out alone.”

[fairywilds]

MALAKAI’S EYEBROWS LIFTED AS CASSIE finished her story . he was equal parts impressed and amused . ❝ you always have a way with words , ❞ he pointed out . she always seemed to toss her truths into the air like l o o s e change , but this one landed with a different weight . he let out a soft exhale through his nose , something like a laugh but quieter , and more thoughtful . ❝ hidden constellations . . . hm , yeah , i would say that's a better story than i was initially expecting . ❞ then he leaned forward on the counter , smirk sharpening . ❝ but hold on— ❞ he held up a hand . ❝ that wasn’t the deal and you know it . you shared your secret , and i agreed to let you have f i r s t pick . ❞ malakai clicked his tongue . ❝ rookie mistake thinking you would get a free secret out of me . ❞ his grin warmed a touch . it was fond , teasing , but edged with that familiar ghost-sense of being a little outside the world , like watching it through stained glass .

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie gasped like she’d just been personally betrayed by the universe, pressing a hand to her chest in exaggerated offense. “Rookie mistake?” she scoffed, eyes sparkling. “Malakai, please. I don’t make mistakes—I make dramatic openings.” She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms, studying him like a card she hadn’t flipped yet. “Fine. Keep your secrets. Hoard them like rare pressings you ‘forgot’ to log into inventory.” A beat, then her grin slid back in, all sly and knowing. “But just so you’re aware? Secrets don’t stay secret around me forever. They hum. They crackle. They leave fingerprints in the static.” Her gaze drifted to the turntable, then back to him, softer now but still playful. “Enjoy your advantage while you have it, CEO. I’ll take my first-pick vinyl and call it a win—for today.” She lifted her coffee in a mock toast. “But next time? I’m charging interest. And I take payment in truths.” A pause. Then, with a wink, “Also—you definitely owe me for emotional resonance. That one wasn’t in the contract.”

[hxrricvnes]

HE LET OUT A LONG, SLOW BREATH, letting the corner of his mouth twitch as if her grin alone was enough to draw it out. “ premium insults, huh? guess i’ll have to step up my game. maybe i n v e s t in some hexed puns and cursed one-liners. could be a real crowd-pleaser. ”

he leaned back in his chair, eyes tracking her like she was a riddle he almost didn’t want solved. “ and yeah… i know you’re not fragile, cass. which… makes this harder. not easier. ” his fingers drummed against the box again, a little faster this time, betraying the tension he tried to hide behind the sarcasm. “ it’s just— ” he paused, voice quieter, “ —people like you don’t… get thrown into my mess without consequences. not the kind i can clean up with a flick of a wrist. ”

his gaze lifted to meet hers, sharp, but there was something softer underneath. “ as for headlines… ” he let a smirk tug at his lips, though it didn’t reach the depths of his eyes. “ well, the town’s safe-ish. most of the c h a o s has been contained. i’ve… been tinkering with some morally-grey experiments, cursed objects, wards that scream when you get too close. you know, the usual tuesday. ” the lie was almost too easy. he tilted his head toward her, a spark of mischief threading through the careful weight of his words. “ but if you’re hoping for a full confession? don’t hold your breath. you’ll just get the teaser trailer. and maybe… if you’re lucky… a blooper reel. ”

then, softer, almost offhand, he added, “ and yes, i’ll smile when i open the box. but you’d better be prepared for me pretending otherwise. ”

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie snorted softly, rocking the chair once with her heel before stilling it. “Hexed puns?” she deadpanned. “James, please.” She tilted her head at him, listening—really listening—when his voice dipped. The teasing didn’t vanish, but it gentled, like lowering a blade without putting it away. “You don’t get to decide the consequences for me,” she said quietly. Not sharp. Just true. “I walk into messes on purpose. It’s kind of my brand. If there’s fallout, I’ll deal with it. Same way I always do.”

Her gaze flicked to the box, then back to him, a small smile ghosting across her mouth. “Also, ‘safe-ish’ is doing a lot of work in that sentence, but I’ll take it.” She leaned forward on the chair again, chin resting on her arms, eyes bright with that familiar, infuriating warmth. “Teaser trailer’s fine. I’m patient. And I love a good blooper reel.”

Then, softer—no jokes to cushion it this time—“You don’t have to protect me from knowing you.” A beat. A breath. “I’m already here.” She straightened just enough to grin. “And when you pretend you didn’t smile? I’m absolutely calling you out on it. Loudly. Possibly with evidence.”

[mcnstercus]

"That's not fair," Laurel replied, "Not to you. I can't ask you to just always handle my chaos, I can't ask anyone of that. I can barely do it. How is that at all fair to you if I can't get my shit together."

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie didn’t rush to answer. She stayed where she was, quiet, grounded—like she wasn’t going anywhere just because the conversation got hard. When she spoke, her voice was soft but unshakeable. “I’m not keeping score,” she said simply. “Fair isn’t the metric I use when I care about someone.” A small breath, steady. “I’m choosing this. You’re not asking me to carry it, Laurel. I’m just… trying to carry it with you. There’s a difference.” Her gaze stayed gentle, honest. “You don’t have to get your shit together for me. If you ever do, it’ll be for you. Until then—being human is enough.”

[mcnstercus]

"The universe told you to stay home... that's certainly a new one. I wouldn't hear the end of it if I told my work that excuse. You're lucky you have Edie as a boss."

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie snorted, tucking a tarot card back into the deck. “Please, Edie knows better than to argue with the universe.” She shot Clary a grin, unapologetic and bright. “Besides, if I ignored divine intuition and Netflix, that’d be disrespectful to multiple higher powers. I’m basically being responsible.”

[mcnstercus]

Edie blushed even more and she covered her face. "Ah, don't look at me," she said, embarrassed. She wasn't good at people knowing her feelings, she always wore them. She was a hopeless romantic, always. "Okay, maybe I don't mind being there. Would that be weird?"

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie laughed softly, hands lifting in mock surrender. “Weird? No. Adorable? Extremely.” She tilted her head, grin all fond and conspiratorial. “Lailah crushes hard, but she’s got good taste—and you’re allowed to like being liked. That’s not a crime, it’s just… human.” A beat, then a playful smirk. “Besides, if it were weird, I’d tell you. That’s literally my job description as her older sister.”

[cassandra-reese]

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞ Nic & Cassandra

for youuuu

[cassandra-reese]

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞ Nic & Cassandra

Cassie’s grin came easy, sharp and sugar-sweet as she propped her chin on her hand. “Oh, you’re gonna love this one,” she said, the words dripping with mischief. “Ryann and I are doing a little couples chaos—Harley and Joker.” She leaned back in her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Which, yes, means I’ll be in sequins, smudged lipstick, and very questionable moral alignment. But hey, it’s Halloween. I get one night to be unhinged on purpose.” A pause, then a teasing smirk. “What about you, Nic? Please tell me you’re not pulling a ghost sheet and calling it minimalist again.” @immcrtalsx

[cassandra-reese]

Halloween 2025:Cassandra Reese as Harley Quinn (not pictured: Ryann (@hxrricvnes) as The Joker

[hxrricvnes]

THE LAUGH THAT CAME OUT OF HIM WAS MORE A BREATH THAN A SOUND — small, crooked, the kind that never quite made it to his eyes. “ mixed yelp reviews, huh? that’s generous. i was expecting one star and a strongly worded warning. ‘do not recommend. might hex your phone if you text after midnight.’ ” he set the book down finally, fingers drumming once on the cover before he pushed it aside. the act of p r e t e n d i n g to read felt suddenly ridiculous under her stare.

he didn’t look at her when she said villain. the word landed anyway, heavy and uninvited. “ funny thing about stories. ” he murmured, voice quieter now. “ somebody’s always the villain in somebody else’s. it’s just… easier if it’s me. ” a faint shrug, like it was just math instead of confession.

his eyes flicked back to the box, lingered, then up to her. “ you don’t know what you’re offering, cass. ” softer still, almost a warning but threaded with something like gratitude. “ people who care about me tend to end up as collateral. i’m not… built for easy anymore. ”

a beat. the smirk came back — thinner this time, but real. “ but flaming centipede demon? come on. i have standards. ” a pause, then a flicker of something almost boyish. “ …and what dating life ? ” he reached for the box finally, not opening it yet, just letting his fingers rest against the paper. like testing the temperature of water before stepping in. “ i’ll look at it later. ” he said, steady but softer. “ thanks, though. for this. for… showing up. ” his thumb brushed over the corner of the wrapping once.

then, because sarcasm was the only armor he still knew how to wear, he added, “ and for the record, i’m not desensitized. your slander game is just slipping. ” but the look he gave her undercut the tease — something unguarded, fleeting, that said i heard you. i believe you. i’m still here too.

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie huffed out a little laugh, stepping fully into the room instead of hanging back at the doorframe. She nudged the door closed behind her with her hip and crossed the few steps to flop into his desk chair sideways, legs dangling over one armrest like she owned the place. “Slipping? Please,” she said, shooting him a mock glare. “I’m just pacing myself. You’ve got to earn the premium insults.”

Her eyes softened even as she teased, following the way his fingers brushed the box. “You know, you keep throwing out these warnings like I’m some fragile mortal who hasn’t spent half her life walking straight into cursed houses and questionable life choices.” She tilted her head, voice dropping a notch. “I know what I’m offering, James. Maybe better than you think. And you’re not built for easy? Cool. Neither am I. Doesn’t mean I’m walking away.”

For a beat, she just sat there, spinning the chair lazily back and forth with her heel, letting the quiet settle instead of filling it. “When you do open that box,” she added finally, a spark of mischief sneaking back in, “don’t act like it didn’t make you smile. I’ll know.”

She leaned forward a little, resting her chin on her folded arms over the chair back, eyes bright. “So, villain,” she said, grin tugging at her mouth, “are you gonna make me guess what morally-grey nonsense you’ve been up to, or are you at least gonna give me a headline?”

[mcnstercus]

closed starter - sutton & cassandra ( @cassandra-reese )

"All I'm saying it, if you can't take it, you should dish it out. Please it's not my fault that their fashion sense is horrible. They insulted the magazine. They should've had better sense if they didn't think I'd come right back at them. 2006 called, they want their peplum tops and statement necklaces back," Sutton said, rolling her eyes at the comment their magazine rivals made.

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie snorted, nearly choking on her coffee. “God, Sutton, remind me never to get on your bad side. You roast people with the precision of a surgeon.” She leaned back in her chair, smirking. “But honestly? You’re right. If they’re gonna come for you, they’d better not be dressed like a Pinterest board from the early 2000s. That’s just self-sabotage.” A beat passed, then she added with mock solemnity, “Somewhere, a Forever 21 manager just felt that burn in their soul.”

[mcnstercus]

Edie blushed at Cassandra saying that it was her sister, flirting. "Really? I... are you sure that she wasn't just being nice?" Edith was a romantic, it was hard for her to pretend she didn't like someone back.

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie arched a brow, that knowing grin curling slow and smug. “Edie,” she drawled, leaning in on her elbows, “my sister doesn’t do ‘just being nice.’” There was fondness in her tone, though—warmth beneath the teasing. “If she was being nice, she’d bring you a decent cup of Earl Grey and call it a day. Peach mango is intentional.” She gestured loosely, like this was simply the law of the universe. “You’ve officially entered her soft spot. Congratulations. It’s sparkly and mildly chaotic in there.” Then, with a playful glint, “And for the record? You’re blushing. Which means you don’t mind being there.”

[mcnstercus]

closed starter - clary & cassandra ( @cassandra-reese )

Clary grabbed a bottle of gatorade from the fridge after her one, taking a swig of it before looking at Cassie. "Hey, I thought you had work today," he said.

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie glanced up from the couch, where she was surrounded by tarot cards and a half-eaten croissant. “I did,” she said, stretching lazily. “Then I had a vision of myself being utterly exhausted and decided to prevent it preemptively.” She smirked, flicking a card toward Clary. “Besides, the universe told me to stay home. Or maybe that was Netflix. Hard to tell these days.”

[mcnstercus]

closed starter - sloane & cassandra ( @cassandra-reese )

"You look chipper today," Sloane mentioned, handing over the drink to Cassandra before taking a seat across from her and taking a sip of her own coffee. "Is there any reason as to why? Hm?"

[cassandra-reese]

Cassie accepted the drink with a grin that was a little too bright to be casual. “Chipper? Me? Never,” she said, feigning offense before breaking into a soft laugh. She stirred her coffee, eyes glinting over the rim of the cup. “Let’s just say the universe is vibing in my favor lately. Good coffee, good weather, maybe a good witch—who’s to say?” She leaned back in her chair, smirk tugging at her lips. “Why, jealous? You could look this chipper too if you let yourself flirt with chaos once in a while.”