Phagan, Casper L

[haiboork]

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




I read dead Russian authors volumes at a time
I write everything down except what's on my mind
Because my greatest fear is that sucking sound
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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: Casper Lewis Phagan
NICKNAMES: Cas, or Samwise. Though he rather hates both.
GENDER: Male
AGE: 15
GRADE: Freshman
ART INTEREST: Painting and photography
PLAYBY: Stas Svetlichnyy

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: Caucasian
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 160; a bit skinny for his height but not too bad
BODY TYPE: Lean, very slightly muscled. More accurately described as gigantic, and gangly.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Large scar on his right thigh from a dog bite when he was young.
PERSONAL STYLE: He's pretty good about wearing the things his mom buys for him, and after he finally managed to get it through to her what it was he actually preferred wearing, things got settled into routine pretty damn quick. On a day to day basis, you're most likely to see him wearing a wife-beater or a plain white or gray t-shirt, with a pair of jeans possibly older than he is, and a ratty old zip-up hoodie to match. As far as shoes go, well, chucks are pretty alright, he guesses. They fit. Sort of.
OTHER: Due to lack of sleep, Casper constantly has large dark and/or reddish circles under his eyes. He despises them.

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IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS:
- Photography
- Painting, though he only considers himself proficient in oil and watercolor
- Not a bad athlete, as he's finding out
- Strong-willed
- ...pretty good at getting stuff down from high places?
WEAKNESSES:
- Terrible at speaking; he has a stutter and speech impediment that makes him too discouraged to even try most of the time
- Maths/Sciences
- Gets extremely nervous around dogs
- Intensely afraid of dogs, and anyone finding out that he might be gay. These are mainly weaknesses because, thanks to the narcolepsy he's had since he was a kid, such fear-related instances cause him to have a narcoleptic attack.
- Can't sleep; that's right, the most laughably ironic symptom of narcolepsy is insomnia which means on a regular basis he hasn't had enough sleep and therefore might not appear to be the sharpest taco on the combination shed.
LIKES:
- Security
- His medicine
- Music, surprisingly. Most recently favorite bands include The Dresden Dolls, Nightmare Of You, The Arctic Monkeys, Dandy Warhols, KMFDM or MDFMK, and System Of A Down
- Painting
- Cold weather
- His mum
- Topics other than himself
- Photography
- Solitude
- Writing
- His thoughts
- Speaking smoothly (those rare occasions)
- Quiet spaces
- The early, early morning
- The late, late night
- Small animals
- Books
- Electronics and technology; things like Photoshop, and Adobe Illustrator, especially
DISLIKES:
- Feeling tired/drowsy/hazy
- His medication
- Social situations
- Questions
- Questions about himself
- His mum
- His house
- Math
- Complicated concepts involving numbers or sciences
- Overanalyzing things
- The afternoon
- Hot weather
- Large dogs
- Loud people
- Loud anything, really
- Canada
- Being the center of attention
- Movies based on books
- Poor grammar
- Being tired
- Narcolepsy
- His ticks
- Opinionated idiots, that is, those who tell you you're wrong but can't tell you why
FLAWS:
- Has a temper
- Impatient
- A bit stubborn and hard-headed
- Mild bi-polar like tendencies
HABITS:
- Speech tick and stutter
- Judging people quickly
- Assuming that no matter the situation, he's messed it up somehow and that therefore all hope is lost
SECRETS: He's afraid he might be gay. Pretty well terrified of it, to be honest. Another thing which even Casper isn't aware of is the fact that his 'mother' stole him as an infant from the Western United States. Furthermore, despite most everyone's assumptions, the boy is actually boiling over with a mixture of pent up anger, ambition, and opinions that constantly stay capped due to his unwillingness to communicate and general mental haze that tends to wax and wane thanks to his narcolepsy meds.
BEST MEMORY: The first time he was able to tell his mother that he loved her without stuttering, on her birthday, and she seemed happy for the rest of the day. This could've also been because of the painting he'd attempted to make for her, but he doesn't focus on this detail so much.
WORST MEMORY: Being bitten by a dog when he was about eight. It really wasn't the dog's fault; he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, at the wrong height. Either way, dogs and him just don't mix any longer.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Results are subject to change. Be careful with this one, really - the reaction you might get today might be worlds different from the reaction you'd get should you ask him the same question tomorrow at the same time. He's not really sure where he is, or who he is for that matter, and while some days this might concern him greatly, other days he's perfectly happy with his confusion and lost sense of self. Generally quiet, you're apt to get much more of a response from him should you submit any sort of inquiries in written form. The speech tick he's had for most, if not all, of his life has made speaking somewhat of a chore, and generally chooses not to if he has a choice.

Unfortunately for him, this makes conversation very difficult, and any and all opinions and convictions within him usually have to stay that way. Within him. Perhaps with time people will learn to tolerate and overcome the boy's huge speech barrier, but chances are he will remain in the darkness of the social spotlight. Most of his life has been spent indoors, however, and because of this he is more than accustomed to being completely lonely. He has come to terms with the fact that the life that he watches people have on television and in movies is not meant for him. He understands that you don't want to talk to him, and he has no problems making this easier by simply not saying anything at all, for fear of tempting you.

It's easy for Casper to come off as that quiet and shy kid who doesn't have much to say or think, it's easy for him to fade right into the wallpaper, and if you've noticed him at all it's probably because something happened and he's passed out on the floor. If this happens - don't panic - he'll be back in a few minutes. Usually when he's not being cooped up inside somewhere, he's taking cat naps in between spans of elongated isolation during which he often paints or writes his thoughts in order to prove to someone (most likely himself) that he can indeed do something without that God awful tick getting in his way.

If, however, you do manage to befriend the boy, well then - congrats! You've got a friend for life who will fight for you and stay true against all odds, even big dogs. Probably. He's quite friendly underneath the moody exterior, and in truth has quite a number of opinions and theories that could probably do the world some good to hear. If only they would stick around long enough to understand what it was he was trying to say. Just... don't try and get in his pants, or bring large canines within viability - on second thought, why don't you just leave him alone completely? Too risky.

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AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]

HOMETOWN: Whistler, British Columbia
PARENTS: Lyla and James Phagan
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER: 'James' is dead, or so Casper has been told. Died from cancer when his mother was pregnant, is the story he got. In truth, James was a boyfriend of Lyla's who broke up with her, and was a mental stand-in figure employed by Lyla to give herself something to tell a young Casper. Lyla, of course, is not Casper's birth mother, but instead a woman who baby-napped him as an infant and raised him like a son. Casper was too young to remember anything of his birth parents, and thus has zero suspicions.
LIVING SITUATION: Dorm
HISTORY:
Fiona and Robin Stewart - they were the classic couple. High school sweethearts torn apart due to the sheer insanity that was the school system - fated to meet again later in life and marry. The two newlyweds wasted no time in having a child, a baby boy who they had named Sydney. Syd was a good infant - well mannered and low maintenance. His bright blues and easy going disposition often attracted attention from outside parties, and everyone's money was on the bet that this family would work out fantastically. What they really should have bet on, was the ever-present lack of morality in mankind.

...or... woman kind.

But then, who could have ever predicted the baby's disappearance? The Stewart family would never forget that cold December day in the park, the Oregon sky was gray and promised rain. It was chilly - but comfortable, and they had no inhibitions about turning their back on the small child sleeping soundly on the blanket for just a few minutes. Now, neither of them could even remember what it was that had caught their attention so fully, but in those few moments, Casper Phagan was born. Cammy was a good woman with an average life and an average trust fund. She'd never been to work a day in her life, and to this day she never would be able to tell you what exactly it was that possessed her to steal the slumbering eighteen-month old - but she had.

After that, it gets a bit fuzzy. There were name changes, and passports, and milk cartons. There were years of fear and living inside, there were countless stories about his dad, there was that day the dog had attacked him and that scar on his thigh, there were numerous trips to the doctor, new kinds of medication, and lots and lots of headaches. Perhaps it was karma that Lyla Phagan, formerly known as Cameron, had stolen the only paranoid narcoleptic baby in all of the Western United States but she had come to love him just as any mother would and the thought of Casper leaving the house without her had racked her with fear for the past fourteen years.

So, when she'd received the call from a sick brother all the way across the country in Marina, California she panicked. She couldn't take Casper. It was too close to his home, too close for comfort at least. For a while, they tried it, but starting high school there proved just as difficult for the boy if not more. It was his psychotherapist in conjunction with an aunt that lived close to the campus who had brought the academy at Valkyrie to his mum's attention. It was a safe school, his doctor had said, with churches nearby - which was perfect as Lyla had converted him at a young age, thinking religion would help give him the stability in his life that narcolepsy had robbed him of. It'd be good for him to be on his own. And Casper had, in a move that shocked everyone, agreed.

So he'd done it.

He'd cut the cord.

He was in a new country, with new people, and new medication. ...just... leave your dogs at home.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]

YOUR NAME: Brooke, but I go by Bork, so that's what you'll see me using. :3
GENDER: Female
AGE: 17
RP EXPERIENCE: 7+ years, running two IF sites successfully, one for close to 2 years now.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Sidney's intention wasn't, and likely never would be, just to get a girl to talk to him pleasantly. He wasn't gunning to be allowed to buy this woman a drink, nor was his prime directive trying to find a way under her shirt. The only thing he was attempting to do - and with relative ease, he might add - was to leave an impression. How many drinks could a pretty girl like this get for free? How many phone numbers, names, and lines had she heard from hopefuls just like him? No, at the end of the day, she wasn't going to be thinking about the second or fifth or forty-second boy to have approached her that night. She'd be thinking about the one who dazzled her, who embarrassed her, who confused or perhaps even frightened her. The one who was worthy of remembering: himself. Anything else wasn't much an important factor to him. Wedding ring? Didn't matter; that was up to her to mention or be faithful to, a matter he'd address if it became necessary but for now was not on his radar in the slightest. No, he was paying much more attention to the soft smirk on the female's face, causing one to appear upon his own from where he knelt before her, head cocking to the side a bit as she pulls her hand back but none of this seems to discourage him in the slightest. So far, so good: he's caught her attention and if she's thinking about anyone else but him it's only possible due to some sort of mental condition, he's sure, and-

Heh. Cowboy. Man, he sure knew how to pick 'em. The smirk on his face did nothing if not grow, as if he could somehow look more amused at the world and what it had given to him. He had the sort of face you wanted to trust on principle: handsome, smart, knowing. Strong features suggested that you might rely on him while clean fingernails and slightly mussed hair spoke to his main interests. The fact that the particular voice which spoke back at him happen to have the ever-so unmistakable hints of not only a distinctly feminine owner but that of someone raised in the more well-moneyed parts of England did nothing but please him further, though he wasn't without a bit of surprise as well. Hah. ...hahaha. It was really all he could do to keep himself from laughing, instead cocking his head again to the side gently and standing as he was instructed to do, tucking a bit of near-black hair behind a pale ear so sharp in contrast. "'Course I gotta name, miss. I'd be willin' to bet my miss Suzy Lee that you've got one too, so I guess so far you an' I have a whole lot in common, hm?"

Another soft grin - nothing too smug or proud of himself, just pleased like a little boy who had been told what a good job he was doing at being a man. "Former Lieutenant Sidney Montgomery James the First, but Sidney or Sid suits me from time to time." He'd settled himself quite nicely next to the smaller figure with only a quick half second to look her over, certainly nothing too obvious, especially in this light, and it was really to look for anything he might use to gather information than anything else; you know: scars, tattoos, obnoxious keychains only a soccer mom would carry at a time like this - that sort of thing. Finding everything in order, dark eyes fall back to the bar, then to the ceiling with a tilt of his head, then rolling back towards the woman next to him like he can't quite make up his mind or maybe like he wanted to make himself wait before being allowed to look at her a second time. "To be honest, though, miss, I haven't got the slightest clue whatcha might be talkin' about; I ain't workin' any angle, and certainly am not failing as of yet if you don't mind me sayin'. Though I guess that part's up to you at this point. I don't suppose you'd do me the honor of givin' me something ta call you? If you'd be so kind." His hands moved as he spoke, as if attempting to paint some sort of picture only he could see in the air before him.

It was pretty obvious the man liked to talk. Or, at least, liked the sound of his own voice. Whatever the case, he seemed to have forgotten that he'd asked any sort of question at all, quickly ordering twofold of whatever the female next to him may had been drinking with a wave of his wrist.

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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[Shay Anderson]

ahh, see? he sounded pretty epic in the c-box. and he is definitely epic here. love the sound of him<3 great app, great character. we'll have to plot.

accepted !
- asia, graphic mod