Cassi Crush

Pronouns
she
Gender
Female
DOB
09/08/2005
Height
5'6
Weight
126lbs

Academic Information

School Year
Freshman
Major
Animation and Design

Academic Details

๐‘ดฮฃ๐‘ฏ house

Employment Details

Backstory

๐‘ญ๐’“๐’†๐’”๐’‰๐’Ž๐’‚๐’. ๐‘จ๐’“๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’๐’ƒ๐’๐’Š๐’. ๐‘ฎ๐’“๐’‚๐’”๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’“๐’. ๐‘ท๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’”๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’“ ๐’‡๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’ˆ๐’†๐’๐’….

Cassi Crush came to Woodcrest University with a sketchpad full of weird dreams, a vape pen named โ€œLil Peepa,โ€ and a burning desire to make chaos look like art. Raised in the grey drizzle of Vancouver, BC, Cassi grew up dodging expectations and drawing monsters in the margins of her homework. She was always the strange kid, the barefoot protester, the girl who wore glitter to detention.

Now studying Animation and Design, sheโ€™s determined to turn that weirdness into something legendary. Her professors are splitโ€”half think sheโ€™s on the brink of suspension, the other half think sheโ€™s the next big name in indie surrealism. Cassiโ€™s already gained notoriety for her spontaneous art installations, her wild fashion sense, and that night she was arrested for public intoxication and nudity. (She insists it was performance art. Honestly? It kind of was.)

But Woodcrest isnโ€™t just a campus to Cassiโ€”itโ€™s a crush. A big, messy, burning crush. From the tangled sheets of dorm beds to the mirrorball shimmer of late-night seshes at the Mษ›ฬ€(h) Adelphity, Cassiโ€™s fallen hard for the town, the people, and the electric mayhem of it all. Especially one person: Andrea โ€œDulzita Verdeโ€ Gemini, the girl who somehow sees straight through her smokescreens.

Now officially crowned ๐‘ดฮฃ๐‘ฏ ๐‘บ๐’†๐’”๐’‰ ๐‘ช๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“, Cassi throws parties like pagan rituals and runs her morning radio show like a love letter to beautiful disasters. She believes in weed, weirdos, and making memories that might just get you expelled.

Sheโ€™ll kiss you mid-blunt, paint your portrait in bruised pastels, and vanish before morningโ€”only to come back three days later with a mixtape and a tearful apology.

In her world, everything is art. Especially the mistakes.
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