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Post by dear ♥ desolate on May 15, 2007 4:40:29 GMT -5
Personal Information
Name: Jesseh =]
Ways to contact you: PM
Other Characters that you play: Gosh... Riley, Felix, Strydier, and soon to be Dae and Glaciar. *wipes forehead*
How did you find this place: Can't 'member. xD
Anything else we need to know about you?: Nnnnnnegative.
Character Information:
Character's Name: Casper Rennington
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Height: 6'4"
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Other Family Members: Mother – Sandra [deceased]. Father – Jason [jail]. Sister – Allyson [deceased].
Personality: Casper is a loner. If he wanted to, he could have dozens of friends, but he’s too afraid to get close to someone after what happened to him. He’s the typical ‘bad-boy’ type – the one girls always fall for because they feel sorry for him. He’s sarcastic, rude, sullen, moody and depressed – yet the ladies are always after him. Must be that depressed emo boy thing he has going on.
Appearance: Well, let’s start with his hair. It’s black, shaggy, always in his face and pretty much the typical emo cut. His eyes are brown, and sometimes rimmed with eyeliner. He never looks people directly in the eyes. His skin is quite pale, a porcelain hue, he’s very tall, and skinny. He has snakebites on his bottom lip, and so many tattooes it’s hard to keep track of them all.
As for his clothes, he usually goes for the emo style. Casper stopped caring about what he wore long ago, and usually just chucks on the first thing he can find. Which usually ends up being black skinny legs, some random band tee and a pair of Vans or Cons.
History: Casper has had a nasty past, very nasty indeed. Horrible. It has turned him into the secluded, sometimes paranoid person he is today. With two family members dead, and another in jail, it’s quite easy to see why. But there’s more to the story of the Rennington’s than meets the eye.
Murder. Such a horrible, terrible, tragic word. And yet it is reality for Casper Rennington.
Jason Rennington was a drinker. When he was sober, he was a kind, caring father, the sort who would take his kids out for ice-cream and to the video, pressing a finger to his lips and grinning mischievously, joking, saying ‘don’t tell your mother’. But when he drank, he was violent and cruel. Casper was kept in at school one day, when he was about 16. Nothing big, just talking in class. He was a good student, typical nice guy. Girls fell for him; guys liked him. Well, they used to. When Casper was released from detention, he bumped into some friends and ended up going out for pizza and watching DVDs at one of the guys’ houses. Normal. Yeah, right.
He walked home. Approaching his house, he heard screams. He frowned. His younger sister, Allyson, must’ve left the TV on or something. But when he got closer, he could hear the smashing of glass and frantic footsteps, plus the bloodcurdling screams. No background music. That wasn’t one of the CSI programs Allyson loved. That was real.
Casper panicked. Someone’s in the house with my sister. He dumped his stuff and started sprinting. His pounding heart failed to cover the sound of another scream, a different pitch. Shit… Mom’s there too… Oh God, oh God, oh God… don’t let them be killed… oh f*ck… He reached their driveway. One scream cut off halfway. “NO!” Casper yelled. With superhuman strength, he wrenched the door open, grabbing the first thing he could get his hands on. A heavy porcelain statue of an elephant. A treasure of his mother’s from India. The next few minutes were a blur. Casper sped into the living room, and stared down at the horrible scene of carnage.
Things were smashed, broken; sofas upturned; the TV lying on the floor, screen shattered; the walls streaked with blood. His beloved sister, light of his life, Allyson, lay on the Persian rug… dead. Her beautiful, slim, graceful body twisted horrifically, eyes open, mouth frozen in a silent scream. Casper vomited, white knuckles clenched on the statue like a lifeline. There was another scream; his mother. Casper ran to the stairs; there was his father, with a knife, and his mother, his caring, sweet, innocent mother, lying on the ground. Casper acted instantly; grasping the statue, he heaved it at his father. It hit him on the head; he fell immediately, unconscious. Casper rushed to his mother. “Allyson… she’s…” he choked. Sandra Rennington wept, the dying woman cradled in her son’s arms.
To cut the rest of the gruesomeness short, Casper rang 911 and the ambulance came and collected his mother, while the police sectioned off the house and took away Allyson’s body. Casper was dazed, and the neighbours whispered about him. “That poor boy will never be the same…”
And indeed he wasn’t. The once laughing, happy, contented boy turned silent and sarcastic, never trusting anyone, always pulling away. He was in and out of foster homes until he was sent to Lakeland. Now? He never lets himself get close to anyone. Ever.
Password: On My Own
[sorry if the history’s a bit graphic; i’ve got a lot of muse. =/]
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