Character's Background
Cassie and her twin brother Rex Brady are discovered half-naked during a meteor shower and are originally suspected to be aliens. As time goes on it is believed that they are the children of Tony DiMera and Marlena Evans but this turned out to be false. In reality, a sperm sample was somehow taken from Roman Brady during his years of captivity at the hands of Tony's father Stefano DiMera and is combined with eggs taken from Kate Roberts who was a prostitute and associate of Stefano's.
When Cassie first arrives in town, she has a crush on her then unknown cousin, Shawn-Douglas Brady. She actively pursues him and eventually kisses him. Then Cassie sets her sights on her then unknown half-brother Lucas Roberts and almost sleeps with him before the revelation that he is indeed her half-brother. Cassie is supposedly killed by the Salem Stalker (a mind controlled Marlena) but in reality her death, as well as several other Salem residents, are staged in a plot by Andre DiMera (impersonating Tony). After being rescued by her cellmate Jack Deveraux, her father Roman and Marlena, Cassie comes back to Salem. Shortly after the arrival, she accompanies her twin brother Rex to Chicago.
Cassie is last mentioned on-screen on January 4, 2013, when her mother Kate tells EJ DiMera that she is going to Chicago to visit Cassie, Rex, Philip, and Parker.
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