Where is your Troy now, o, Cassandra?


Alternative Names: None known
Born: ?
Embraced: ?
Apparent Age: Early 20s
Sire: Anthony Powell
Generation: ?
Nature: ?
Road: Humanity
Merits: ?
Flaws: ?
Height: 1.60 m
Known Affiliations: Anthony Powell, Marcus Foster, Mithras,

A petite blonde with bright blue eyes and delicate features, Cassandra is often seen with a gentle, dreamy smile on her lips. Prone to daydreaming and getting distracted, she has issues with concentrating on long, repetitive tasks, particularly if they require any physical repetitions. Dance is her bane, and so are most coordination based activities, like sewing, embroidery, painting, to name just a few. She may not be the most graceful… but she seems to have her heart in the right place.

The story has it, she never lies, is unable of lying perhaps, and she always sees through the lies of others, no matter how elaborate, and how proficient a liar. It is said her sire lives in Cambridge and visits her occasionally.


It seems that Cassandra came from Cambridge, where she somehow attracted the attention of her sire, Anthony Powell, and became his sole childe and heir. She stayed with her sire for some time to learn the ways of the kindred and attempt to save him from the ennui he seemed to be sinking into at the time. His state worsened with time, however, and so he sent her to London, to learn, serve the Prince and live her own life, while his came to at least a temporary halt.

Book III

During her stay in London Cassandra was a guest and attendant to the Prince, spending most of her time receiving such education as he saw fit in the mortal and immortal courts of London. In her free time however, she used to frequent the Third Elysium, where she was in time met by all the members or TFG. She has established a sort of rapport with Marcus, once he became the Malkavian primogen. Emma was the first to hear of her sire’s visit in London, in the summer of 1888, and the consequences that followed.

Book IV

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