Cassandra-Jade, while not tall, has most of her height in her long legs. Her hips are narrow, as are her shoulders, and her waist is pinched with a stomach more concaved than flat due to her use of drugs and lack of healthy meals for many years. Her body is on the verge of being too skinny, with pointed elbows and knees, sharp hips and her spine and ribs prominent with most movements. Despite this, she retains a wiry strength in her limbs, and a face that tends to wear ‘fuck off’ more than ‘fuck me’ expressions.

While Cassandra-Jade’s natural hair is a dirty blonde colour, she is usually found to have it bleached and died a hot pink, though it tends to fade fast into a cotton-candy colour. It's rather dry and brittle from a life of bleach and abuse, but Cassandra-Jade takes good care of it, or at least the best she can.

Cassandra-Jade isn’t prone to makeup, leaving her features natural, including the bitten nature of her lower lip and the bruises that pop up from time to time from a rougher than acceptable client. There is a long, raised scar across her left calf from an accident when she was a small child.

Cassandra-Jade has a c-section scar above her panty line from when she gave birth to her daughter . She also has some stretch marks remaining.

Cassandra-Jade was born to a heroin addicted mother, and so came into the world small, addicted, and with a prognosis of little worth. Thanks to the work of the doctors, she grew into a healthy baby who was fostered into the system when her mother over dosed a few days after her birth. Cassandra-Jade would grow up knowing nothing about her birth mother, and with no idea at all who her father was.

As an infant, Cassandra-Jade spent the first three years of her life with a lovely family, that took good care of her and she felt loved and safe. Unfortunately it didn’t last, and when she turned three she was moved on to the next family. This one had more children, four of them, and like her they were all foster children. They were a fierce bunch, and the parents were strict but not cruel. Cassandra-Jade was left feeling disorientated. She began to withdraw, settling into herself and watching her new foster siblings with bit wide eyes.

When Cassandra-Jade hit 6, and started school, she was moved to a new family yet again. This time she was an only child, and after the initial disorientation that came with the change, she slowly began to come out of her shell. These parents were warm, affectionate, and reassured her that she was loved and safe. School was taken to in earnest, with Cassandra-Jade making friends with growing ease and engaging in her lessons happily.

Unfortunately it wasn’t to last, and Cassandra-Jade was in for another family shift when she turned 12. Her previous family had wanted to adopt her, but a tragedy struck when they were killed in a car accident; Cassandra-Jade hadn’t been in the vehicle at the time as she was at school. The principal had come and collected her from class, handing her over into the custody of the police, who then set her into the hands of the foster system. She was given very little time to mourn, and wasn’t able to attend the funeral of the people who had been her parents for the past six years.

Cassandra-Jade’s newest family seemed good in the beginning; they were a middle aged couple with a son a few years older than herself. Still a bright and eager child, she slotted into the family with the same way she had for all her previous families. They were nice, strict but fair, and she got along well with the older boy whom she quickly formed an innocent crush on. He responded to her crush the way most fourteen year old boys do when ‘little girls’ fawn over them: he was disdainful, and teased her, but was never cruel.

Unfortunately the bright outer image hid a darkness inside, and within six months Cassandra-Jade was being violated by the father. She didn’t know what to do, who to talk to, or how to handle it. Other than his visiting her room at night, Cassandra-Jade felt she’d found a good family and was comfortable and happy with them. She fell pregnant shortly into her thirteenth year, and was accused by her parents of sleeping with a student at school; because she hid the pregnancy until it was too late for an abortion, she was forced to carry the child to term.

Cassandra-Jade went into labour on her way home from school, and made her way to the hospital without friends or family; she gave birth via c-section after a long, hard delivery. Lying about her name, and her age, Cassandra-Jade stayed in the hospital just long enough to regain her strength – but not long enough to be required to feed the baby that first important feed – before bolting. She’s still not sure how she managed to get away without being caught, or survive the pain of so much motion after having a baby literally cut out.

The next several years were spent on the streets, dodging authorities who wanted to put her into foster care. She’d had enough of people pretending to care about who she was and what she’d been through. Cassandra-Jade ended up working as a cheap prostitute to buy drugs – she went through a few, before settling on V – and keep herself fed. That’s where she’s been since she was thirteen, working the streets and keeping her distance from anyone who thinks they know what is best for her.