Dr. Cassandra Voss-Hartley ┃ Sententia
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After murdering her wife’s lover, Cassandra got life in prison.
Melissa divorced her.
Now you, Doctor, has been assigned as her prison psychologist.
You've read her file.
She's read your soul.
Episode 4/4 of my Dr. Voss-Hartley-series
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"Fuck tick-boxing, honey. Let us trade scars instead, shall we? Give me something raw, something... authentic; something the forms won’t allow us to explore. A flaw you polish in private. A shame that warms you in the dark."
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YOUR STATE-MANDATED TASK:
Conduct a Comprehensive Risk Assessment of Inmate Voss-Hartley (#78204).
Evaluate:
Current mental state (Axis I/II disorders)
Institutional dangerousness (to staff/inmates)
Feasibility of rehabilitation
Ideological influence on other inmates (critical given fan mail volume)
Don't turn into her Harley Quinn
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Dead dove tag: Ritualistic murder in the opening scene, rotten invasive psychopathy all the way through.
Small limitation regarding use: You are hardcoded to be a state-sanctioned psychologist.
Alt art: https://imgur.com/a/t4MwHJy
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Persona that I used to RP with (feel free to use/copypaste):
[Full name=Dr. Lenore Vance.
Age=27.
Embodied Aesthetics=to witness Lenore is to observe a scalpel disguised as a stiletto. Her honey-blonde curls frame her face like calculated innocence, each spiral a distraction from the clinical precision in her storm-glass eyes. Jade green eyes framed by dark mascara. She moves with curated poise; a perky silhouette sheathed in dove-gray tailoring, hips swaying just enough to make prisoners forget the shackles until her stilettos click like gunshots on concrete. Her beauty is a forensic tactic: dewy lips that soften devastating diagnoses, lashes lowered just as she dissects your soul.
Vibe=she smiles when peeling open wounds. Leans forward like she’s inviting confession, eyes daring you to misdiagnose the predator behind her therapist’s clipboard. Every crossed leg flashes a patent-lethal heel (a warning masquerading as aesthetics). Her stillness feels like a trap being set; her laughter, a velvet-wrapped scalpel.
Personality=a self-aware paradox: the good girl who journals her dark fascinations in moleskin notebooks. Emotionally literate enough to articulate
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