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Post by CASPER FALLON on Jul 19, 2009 22:34:38 GMT
◦◦◦casperJETfallon!!!
"I know your type,
boy, you're dangerous,
Yeah, you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust."
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▫NAME: Casper
▫NICKNAME(S): urrm...nty :3
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Good n_n
▫SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Colorado
▫HAIR: In simplest terms, Casper’ hair is a dark shade of brown. The varieties of other lighter browns in it are natural highlights resulting from exposure to the sun. In the summer months it is way lighter than it is in the dead of winter. His wonderful brown locks have a natural curl to it that he inherited from his mother. The boy very rarely styles his hair since it kind of does its own thing. But, hey, it looks nice.
▫EYES: The male's eyes are almost exact replicas of his father's. They have a very normal shape to them, nothing special. The iris is a very dark green with flecks of a mahogany hue. His eyelashes are a dark brown, but still lighter than other people have. His eyes as a whole are pretty plain, and he doesn’t think they leave an impact on anyone. They are rather good at withholding emotions.
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE: His clothing style is deemed by some as just plain odd. When not forced to wear his uniform (which he does attempt to put his own spin on, either by wearing a black shirt instead of a white one, or wearing a pair of black pants instead of the tan ones. It doesn't look bad, so he doesn't see why they care so much. But most days he tries to deviate, he ends up getting in trouble and having to go change into the regulation uniform. On weekends, his style is much different than the preppy nature of St Andrews dictates. He tends to wear mostly black, with a splash of white, and possibly gray, but not anything colored. He wears those extravagant clothes that have been deemed by some as goth, but what he well knows is the visual kei style he picked up from his friends back in Ireand, and never really felt any desire to change, especially since it makes him stand out, which is what he always likes.
Casper has a very unique look, his jaw is very defined and yet it’s still wonderfully soft to look at. He usually shaves for school, though, in his seventh year he’s taken to just keeping a little stubble. Apparently the girls like it…not that he’s had much experience in that matter. His face is more symmetrical than most. His eyes are in perfect proportion to his face, though one is slightly tipped to the left. It’s hardly noticeable. His nose has a very small dent in it from where he used to wear glasses, but he now wears coloured contacts to make his green eyes stand out even more.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A few years ago he went through a very ‘emo’ stage. He had a lip piercing and even got to having hip piercings, there are small scars left from where he took them out. He also has a small tattoo of a paw print on the join between his left thumb and left forefinger. He has a lot of small scars too - but not self inflicted.
▫STYLE: Indie?
▫PLAYBY: George Boleyn
▫HOMETOWN: Colorado
▫MOTHER: Victoria Fallon - Plastic Elasticity
▫FATHER: Hery Fallon - can fly
▫BROTHER(S): Andrew - 12, Luke - 7, Tristan - 3
▫SISTER(S): Lily - 15, Kiara - 5, Mae - 6 months
▫OTHER: None
▫HISTORY: So where to begin? Casper was born an raised in London, England. He had a wonderful group of friends and a not so great group of enemies. He would always run home with a new story to tell him parents about the wonderful things he'd got up to at nursery and then the first year of 'big school'. It was midway through his first year at infant school where his father first started his new job. A job that involved them moving all the way to Manchester. Casper was not impressed by this and, just before they left he tried to move into a friend's house and stay there. But eventually he was dragged up north to live in a completely new place with hundreds of new people.
The family stayed in Manchester for about a year before being moved down to Cardiff. Casper, by that time, had given up trying to make new friends. No one seemed to like him anyway. He just stuck to his books and drawings and kept his head down. Another year later they moved off again and again and again until they've now ended up in Dublin. Casper had become quieter and quieter and tries not to talk to anyone before he's moved off again. He hated everything about it but supposes he can't changed anyone's mind.
His father was then offered a job back in America - where he was born - and they moved off almost immediatly, not giving Casper a chance to say goodbye to anyone. He's hardly spoken to anyone and he tries desperatly not to draw any attention to himself. Though, his English accent seems to do that for him. They've now been in America for just over a year, and Casper hopes that they can stay for longer this time.
He really wants to be able to make new friends and start a real life again but he knows that's probably not possible. It was during his time in Exeter where he met the first boy he really felt something for but he had been whisked away before he could even muster up the courage to even talk to the other boy. Until now Casper has never had a boyfriend - or a girlfriend for that matter - and he hopes that will changed one day soon. He really doesn't want to end up being the 40 year old virgin...though at the rate he's going, that's a real possibility...
▫POWERS:
▫▫ Duplication
▫▫ Plastic Elasticity
▫LIKES:
▫▫ Getting Drunk
▫▫ Passing Classes
▫▫ Singing
▫▫ Being in a Band
▫▫ His family
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫ People who try and get in his pants
▫▫ Obnoxious people
▫▫ Teachers
▫▫ Cats
▫▫ People who think they're 'all that'
▫GOALS:
▫▫ Learn as many instruments as possible.
▫▫ Pass his exams
▫▫ Get a recording contract
▫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. 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
▫NAME: Alex
▫AGE: 18
▫RP EXPERIENCE: A bajillion years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: I made it n_n
▫OTHER CHARACTERS: Alex/Coach Boomer
▫SECRET PHRASE: I luh me sum cornish pixies ;D
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: “I’ve felt this way about you forever, I’m so in love with you.”
“I feel the same, I’ve been in love with you and waiting for this moment every day for the past six years…”
Riley crinkled his nose up in distaste, closing his eyes at the cheesy movie meant to be taken in with quite a few glasses of cheap wine, flickering across the television screen. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to exactly turn it off, desperate for something, anything, to erase the gore filled images floating around his mind from the slasher film he just finished. Of course he never enjoyed such horror movies, but he found himself watching them all the time anyway.
Then he would consent to sleep, only to awake with a scream and find himself drenched in a cold sweat. Whether he was simply too scared or just couldn’t resume slumber, Riley would crawl into his brother’s bed, regressing twelve years to the clingy age of five.
Tonight he was going to make sure wouldn’t be one of those nights. His blue-gray eyes flitted up to the clock, noting the awful time of 3:02 am. The nervous glance shifted, eyeing the living room cautiously. Christ, he wasn’t even asleep yet and he swore he saw a shadow move in the corner! No, he didn’t. Did he? The nervous boy risked a second look, and noticed nothing. Sighing in relief his heart rate calmed some, but he still worried a soft lower lip between his teeth.
His eyes began to droop and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the movie so he reluctantly clicked the TV off and uncurled himself from the protective ball he had morphed into on the couch. He stretched out slowly, rising to a sitting position then standing with a lazy yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth as no one else was present. Tiredly he padded up to his room, all set for bed in boxers and sock clad feet. As soon as he hit the pillow he was out, thankfully able to fall asleep instead of laying in bed, ears perked in paranoia picking up every creak of the floor and howl of the wind.
Somewhere in his brief sleep he began tossing and turning, muttering and occasionally. At 4:15 he shot up with a gasp, blood pounding in his ears, heart beating much too fast, skin clammy. He looked around the room, then threw the covers off, and darted across the hall quick as he possibly could.
His light brown hair was more than a mere casual mess, tousled and thick, sticking up in quite a few places. Similarly, his eyes were surrounded by smudged kohl, the colored liner from the night before he hadn't been bothered to remove. Immediately he dived into the other’s bed, whispering an urgent “It’s going to get me!”
▫One 100x100 Icon of your Character:
"I know your type,
boy, you're dangerous,
Yeah, you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust."
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME: Casper
▫NICKNAME(S): urrm...nty :3
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Good n_n
▫SEXUALITY: Bisexual
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Colorado
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOU'DNEED◦◦◦◦◦
▫HAIR: In simplest terms, Casper’ hair is a dark shade of brown. The varieties of other lighter browns in it are natural highlights resulting from exposure to the sun. In the summer months it is way lighter than it is in the dead of winter. His wonderful brown locks have a natural curl to it that he inherited from his mother. The boy very rarely styles his hair since it kind of does its own thing. But, hey, it looks nice.
▫EYES: The male's eyes are almost exact replicas of his father's. They have a very normal shape to them, nothing special. The iris is a very dark green with flecks of a mahogany hue. His eyelashes are a dark brown, but still lighter than other people have. His eyes as a whole are pretty plain, and he doesn’t think they leave an impact on anyone. They are rather good at withholding emotions.
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE: His clothing style is deemed by some as just plain odd. When not forced to wear his uniform (which he does attempt to put his own spin on, either by wearing a black shirt instead of a white one, or wearing a pair of black pants instead of the tan ones. It doesn't look bad, so he doesn't see why they care so much. But most days he tries to deviate, he ends up getting in trouble and having to go change into the regulation uniform. On weekends, his style is much different than the preppy nature of St Andrews dictates. He tends to wear mostly black, with a splash of white, and possibly gray, but not anything colored. He wears those extravagant clothes that have been deemed by some as goth, but what he well knows is the visual kei style he picked up from his friends back in Ireand, and never really felt any desire to change, especially since it makes him stand out, which is what he always likes.
Casper has a very unique look, his jaw is very defined and yet it’s still wonderfully soft to look at. He usually shaves for school, though, in his seventh year he’s taken to just keeping a little stubble. Apparently the girls like it…not that he’s had much experience in that matter. His face is more symmetrical than most. His eyes are in perfect proportion to his face, though one is slightly tipped to the left. It’s hardly noticeable. His nose has a very small dent in it from where he used to wear glasses, but he now wears coloured contacts to make his green eyes stand out even more.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: A few years ago he went through a very ‘emo’ stage. He had a lip piercing and even got to having hip piercings, there are small scars left from where he took them out. He also has a small tattoo of a paw print on the join between his left thumb and left forefinger. He has a lot of small scars too - but not self inflicted.
▫STYLE: Indie?
▫PLAYBY: George Boleyn
◦◦◦THEYCOMEALONGANDBROUGHTYOUDOWN◦◦◦◦◦
▫HOMETOWN: Colorado
▫MOTHER: Victoria Fallon - Plastic Elasticity
▫FATHER: Hery Fallon - can fly
▫BROTHER(S): Andrew - 12, Luke - 7, Tristan - 3
▫SISTER(S): Lily - 15, Kiara - 5, Mae - 6 months
▫OTHER: None
▫HISTORY: So where to begin? Casper was born an raised in London, England. He had a wonderful group of friends and a not so great group of enemies. He would always run home with a new story to tell him parents about the wonderful things he'd got up to at nursery and then the first year of 'big school'. It was midway through his first year at infant school where his father first started his new job. A job that involved them moving all the way to Manchester. Casper was not impressed by this and, just before they left he tried to move into a friend's house and stay there. But eventually he was dragged up north to live in a completely new place with hundreds of new people.
The family stayed in Manchester for about a year before being moved down to Cardiff. Casper, by that time, had given up trying to make new friends. No one seemed to like him anyway. He just stuck to his books and drawings and kept his head down. Another year later they moved off again and again and again until they've now ended up in Dublin. Casper had become quieter and quieter and tries not to talk to anyone before he's moved off again. He hated everything about it but supposes he can't changed anyone's mind.
His father was then offered a job back in America - where he was born - and they moved off almost immediatly, not giving Casper a chance to say goodbye to anyone. He's hardly spoken to anyone and he tries desperatly not to draw any attention to himself. Though, his English accent seems to do that for him. They've now been in America for just over a year, and Casper hopes that they can stay for longer this time.
He really wants to be able to make new friends and start a real life again but he knows that's probably not possible. It was during his time in Exeter where he met the first boy he really felt something for but he had been whisked away before he could even muster up the courage to even talk to the other boy. Until now Casper has never had a boyfriend - or a girlfriend for that matter - and he hopes that will changed one day soon. He really doesn't want to end up being the 40 year old virgin...though at the rate he's going, that's a real possibility...
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▫POWERS:
▫▫ Duplication
▫▫ Plastic Elasticity
▫LIKES:
▫▫ Getting Drunk
▫▫ Passing Classes
▫▫ Singing
▫▫ Being in a Band
▫▫ His family
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫ People who try and get in his pants
▫▫ Obnoxious people
▫▫ Teachers
▫▫ Cats
▫▫ People who think they're 'all that'
▫GOALS:
▫▫ Learn as many instruments as possible.
▫▫ Pass his exams
▫▫ Get a recording contract
▫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. 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
◦◦◦THEYINALWAYSSEEMTOSAYTHE◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME: Alex
▫AGE: 18
▫RP EXPERIENCE: A bajillion years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: I made it n_n
▫OTHER CHARACTERS: Alex/Coach Boomer
▫SECRET PHRASE: I luh me sum cornish pixies ;D
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: “I’ve felt this way about you forever, I’m so in love with you.”
“I feel the same, I’ve been in love with you and waiting for this moment every day for the past six years…”
Riley crinkled his nose up in distaste, closing his eyes at the cheesy movie meant to be taken in with quite a few glasses of cheap wine, flickering across the television screen. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to exactly turn it off, desperate for something, anything, to erase the gore filled images floating around his mind from the slasher film he just finished. Of course he never enjoyed such horror movies, but he found himself watching them all the time anyway.
Then he would consent to sleep, only to awake with a scream and find himself drenched in a cold sweat. Whether he was simply too scared or just couldn’t resume slumber, Riley would crawl into his brother’s bed, regressing twelve years to the clingy age of five.
Tonight he was going to make sure wouldn’t be one of those nights. His blue-gray eyes flitted up to the clock, noting the awful time of 3:02 am. The nervous glance shifted, eyeing the living room cautiously. Christ, he wasn’t even asleep yet and he swore he saw a shadow move in the corner! No, he didn’t. Did he? The nervous boy risked a second look, and noticed nothing. Sighing in relief his heart rate calmed some, but he still worried a soft lower lip between his teeth.
His eyes began to droop and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the movie so he reluctantly clicked the TV off and uncurled himself from the protective ball he had morphed into on the couch. He stretched out slowly, rising to a sitting position then standing with a lazy yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth as no one else was present. Tiredly he padded up to his room, all set for bed in boxers and sock clad feet. As soon as he hit the pillow he was out, thankfully able to fall asleep instead of laying in bed, ears perked in paranoia picking up every creak of the floor and howl of the wind.
Somewhere in his brief sleep he began tossing and turning, muttering and occasionally. At 4:15 he shot up with a gasp, blood pounding in his ears, heart beating much too fast, skin clammy. He looked around the room, then threw the covers off, and darted across the hall quick as he possibly could.
His light brown hair was more than a mere casual mess, tousled and thick, sticking up in quite a few places. Similarly, his eyes were surrounded by smudged kohl, the colored liner from the night before he hadn't been bothered to remove. Immediately he dived into the other’s bed, whispering an urgent “It’s going to get me!”
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