Post by shojin on Oct 14, 2016 7:24:10 GMT
Casey is a brash, stupid, hot blooded young Bastet. At his base, he's 6' 2", got short black hair and sparkling blue eyes, and stands pretty thin. He's only recently come to Boston at the urging of travel to learn about himself by his new mentor Alyssa. The two met while he was busking on the street, and he made eyes at her in a flirtatious manner. Once she stayed past the applause however, he found himself face to face with the first other cat that he'd ever met, and after a long, interesting conversation, the two set off. And while in Boston, he's set his sights on quite a few women, making advances both unwanted, ignored, and responded to violently. But don't take it out on the guy too hard. I'll let you in on a little secret as long as you keep it ooc: He tries to sleep with women because he feels like he deserves to get used. What a manwhore.
You see, his parents - they didn't want him. Whether it was a lady stuck with the kid after the father left, the dad getting rid of the kid and the mom died.. or maybe they were happy and just didn't want him. It didn't really matter to Casey. He was left on the doorstep of a Baltimore PD station, put into a foster program, and given up to the Burnetts. The Burnetts were a fine bunch - had two other foster kids, and they took care of him.. fed him, sent him to school. Oh, and when he turned seven they also rented him and his body off to whoever wanted to do whatever with him. They were told to only harm his back, and other than that - leave him wherever when you're done. That didn't sit well with Casey. He cried, he screamed, he pleaded, but maybe it just wasn't loud enough. After a while, he just figured that's all he was good for. When he turned fourteen however, he got hold of a crowbar from a particularly.. vicious customer. There's a lot a fourteen year old can do with a crowbar. The customer, the Burnetts, and the two other foster kids were found dead in that house - but Casey ran away from it all. He chose to live under the name Casey London instead. Burnett just didn't sit right for some reason.
Casey lived on the street after that, afraid of any sort of.. program, school or otherwise. Instead he found homeless communities, collected things to be recycled, battled for some turf to sleep in. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. Sometimes sleeping was okay because he could turn into a cat.. but he always thought that was more of a fever dream than anything else. He met this guy called Reggie early on. He was a heroin addict, and spent anything he could scrounge on it. But what do you want from Baltimore? Reggie taught him a few things about life.. a very small enough, but enough to let Casey put on this sickening mask of a charming face. Something to let him look normal, maybe even uncomfortably so to others. But it was all he had. When Reggie died he at least got a decent putting up - on the street where he'd be found instead of behind the dumpster with a needle in his arm. From there it was a series of more adult experiences.. like shooting a particularly hostile drunk in the head with his own gun, or knocking over a music shop for a guitar. In fact, that guitar is one of the only things he still carries around. He loves music, and he'll play a song for you - certainly. He was a decent entertainer, when he put on that over the top charm. He wooed people, started his trend of meeting a girl, making her feel special, sleeping with her, and leaving once she was done with him. And that's how we get to him being 22, and lugged off to Boston.
But like I said, don't tell anyone.. unless you already know.
Deceased 11/13/2016
You see, his parents - they didn't want him. Whether it was a lady stuck with the kid after the father left, the dad getting rid of the kid and the mom died.. or maybe they were happy and just didn't want him. It didn't really matter to Casey. He was left on the doorstep of a Baltimore PD station, put into a foster program, and given up to the Burnetts. The Burnetts were a fine bunch - had two other foster kids, and they took care of him.. fed him, sent him to school. Oh, and when he turned seven they also rented him and his body off to whoever wanted to do whatever with him. They were told to only harm his back, and other than that - leave him wherever when you're done. That didn't sit well with Casey. He cried, he screamed, he pleaded, but maybe it just wasn't loud enough. After a while, he just figured that's all he was good for. When he turned fourteen however, he got hold of a crowbar from a particularly.. vicious customer. There's a lot a fourteen year old can do with a crowbar. The customer, the Burnetts, and the two other foster kids were found dead in that house - but Casey ran away from it all. He chose to live under the name Casey London instead. Burnett just didn't sit right for some reason.
Casey lived on the street after that, afraid of any sort of.. program, school or otherwise. Instead he found homeless communities, collected things to be recycled, battled for some turf to sleep in. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. Sometimes sleeping was okay because he could turn into a cat.. but he always thought that was more of a fever dream than anything else. He met this guy called Reggie early on. He was a heroin addict, and spent anything he could scrounge on it. But what do you want from Baltimore? Reggie taught him a few things about life.. a very small enough, but enough to let Casey put on this sickening mask of a charming face. Something to let him look normal, maybe even uncomfortably so to others. But it was all he had. When Reggie died he at least got a decent putting up - on the street where he'd be found instead of behind the dumpster with a needle in his arm. From there it was a series of more adult experiences.. like shooting a particularly hostile drunk in the head with his own gun, or knocking over a music shop for a guitar. In fact, that guitar is one of the only things he still carries around. He loves music, and he'll play a song for you - certainly. He was a decent entertainer, when he put on that over the top charm. He wooed people, started his trend of meeting a girl, making her feel special, sleeping with her, and leaving once she was done with him. And that's how we get to him being 22, and lugged off to Boston.
But like I said, don't tell anyone.. unless you already know.
Deceased 11/13/2016
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