Born to human parents, raised in a human house, and living around humans all her life, Casey thought that she was human. What else could she be?
Casey grew up in northern Michigan, and as the only child to two parents who were desperate for a kid. iT was easy to say that she was spoiled. She got what she wanted, she had much more than she needed, and she was greedy. But her parents gave in to her every demand without a second thought. She wanted a computer--she got a computer. She wanted a new doll--she got a new doll. She wanted more ice cream for dessert--well, her parents did put up some guidelines. Her room was full of toys and games, stuffed animals and coloring books. Though Casey was clearly privileged and spoiled, her parents loved her, and she loved them more than anything else.
In school, Casey had several friends who she would hang out with, many of them staying her friends well into high school. Parties, dances, sleep overs--it was everything Casey had hoped for and more. Considered one of the "popular girls," Casey spent a lot of time hanging out and having fun, enjoying all the attention she was getting. She couldn't have been happier with how her life was going.
A few weeks after her seventeenth birthday, Casey woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. Every bone in her body felt like it was breaking, her muscles felt like they were being ripped apart fiber by fiber. When she screamed in pain, desperate for help, the sound that came out of her mouth was an animalistic shriek. She screamed again, and the same sound came out. Her parents rushed into her room moments later, her father holding a bat. Her mother screamed, her father just stood there and stared.
That's when she finally noticed it--looking down at herself to try and see where the pain was coming from, Casey saw red and white fur, followed by a dark snout. Further down her body she saw whiskers and canine legs and a long, bushy tail. She wasn't...she wasn't human anymore. She was...a fox.
Casey can't remember anything after that, she must have passed out. When she woke up again, it was light out, probably midday, and she felt absolutely famished. Her mouth was dry as she sat up in her bed, a raging headache pounding at the back of her skull. Her pajamas must have been somewhere under her covers, because she wasn't wearing them anymore, but she didn't notice. Getting out of bed proved to be more difficult than she had intended--everything was spinning, every part of her was sore--but she managed to get to the door on wobbly legs eventually. Her hand rested in the cool metal of the doorknob and gave it a sharp twist--only for it not to budge. Frowning, she tried it again, but it still seemed stuck. So she tried it again, gripping it tightly, and twisted. There was a popping sound, and then the door opened.
Still groggy and in pain, and so very hungry, Casey went to the kitchen, not noticing that the house looked ransacked on her way there. She consumed nearly everything in the fridge--left overs, fruit, a jar of peanut butter. She also downed half a gallon of milk, followed by three cans of pop. Finally, her hunger and thirst had been quenched, and she could--Wait, why was the house a mess? Had someone broken in?
"Mom? Dad?"
No answer. Casey ran to their bedroom--they weren't there. Their closets and dresser were wide open and empty, as was the safe in the wall where they kept most of their savings. All important documents were gone. All of the pictures on the walls--gone. Out the front door, their cars were gone. In the back yard, there was a smoking pile of ash in their firepit, which Casey ran to to investigate. Tiny bits of blackened or browned paper remained, along with metal pegs that were...from a photo album? Casey picked up one of the singed pieces of paper to examine it closer in her hands.
'Certification of live bir...'
The paper slipped from between her fingers, back into the firepit. Her birth certificate. Her parents had burned her birth certificate, likely along with any other sort of legal documents pertaining to her. They had locked her in her room, grabbed their things, and abandoned her. The memories from the previous night came rushing back to her in a painful flood--screaming, pain, fur, tail, legs, fox--
Casey wasn't human anymore. She was something else.
An abomination.
Casey kind of just...sat outside, naked, by the firepit, for hours. Her whole life was turned upside down in the worst way possible. Her parents had abandoned her, she could turn into a fox, she had no record of who she was. Of course, her town still knew about her, she still had friends, there was no way her parents had erased records of her digitally, but could she stay? Was she safe to be around? Would she turn into a beast at any moment?
That night, after sitting outside well after it had gotten dark, Casey made up her mind.
Casey went inside, ate the rest of the food in the fridge, then packed her bags. She stuffed a duffel bag with as much clothing as she could, dug through her sock drawer until she found an old leather wallet full of cash--containing her birthday and Christmas money, along with some that she might have stolen from her parents, which she in no way regretted now--and filled a backpack with boxes and cans of food from the cupboards. Putting on a baggy outfit, raincoat, and sneakers, Casey walked out of the front door of her childhood home, and never looked back.
The next few months basically consisted of Casey walking, stealing, hiding, and discovering just what she was. A lot of the time she slept outside, even in the cold of winter, incase she changed into a fox in her sleep again. And, actually, she did. But she didn't just turn into a fox--she became a cat, a poodle, a hawk, a squirrel--all while she slept. It took her a while to figure out how she could change while she was awake, and the more she changed while she was awake, the less she did while she was sleeping. It was also far less painful than the first time she had changed. Now it was just uncomfortable, not scream-worthy agony.
Stealing was something she wasn't proud of, but Casey had to eat, and she had to eat a lot. Apparently after her first change, something about her physiology had changed internally as well. She could burn off food as fast as she could eat it. She stole food from convienient stores and clothes from thrift stores, just enough to keep herself reasonably clean and fed. Sometimes she would actually make a purchase, if there was something she wanted that was too difficult to steal, or she just felt too bad about being a theif. She was already a monster, she didn't want to be a major criminal, too.
Eventually, she didn't much care about stealing anymore.
She didn't much care about anything.
Appearance:
Name: Casey May Evlin
{Face Claim: Luca Hollestelle}
Age: 23
Height: 5 Foot 4 Inches
Sexuality: Bi-Romantic, all sexual encounters have been tramatic up to this point, so she's unsure if she actually wants a sexual relation or not.
Hair Color: Natural Red and Curly (When taken care of, which it usually isn't)
Eye Color: Sea Green
Skin: Heavily Freckled
Clothing: Usually something dirty and ill-fitting, always stolen, rarely cleaned.
Casey's Forms:
Fox:
The form Casey takes most often is the one she turned into first, a red fox. It's warm in the winter, quick to move around in, and nearly everywhere. The form felt...coforting, for some reason, despite the tramatic start to her shiting life.
Cat:
A cat was easy to travel in as well, especially in cities. No one batted an eye at a stray cat, and if she acted cute to the right human, she might even get some food.
Hawk:
Casey was expecting it to be hard to teach herself how to fly, but it was surprisingly simple. Instinct took over immediately, and flying as a bird of prey gave her some sense of strength and freedom.
Mouse:
Tiger:
Crow:
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I've been on a major break with this character and site as a whole, I'm not sure if I'll be returning
Hazel was so invested in her book that she almost forgot what was happening in the kitchen behind her. It was only when she started to smell the herbs that she lifted her gaze and turned it behind her. "Something smells good," she said quietly with a smile. Somehow she was confident that Casey was not going to make a mistake (not that she would care if she did of course).
As Casey approached and announced that dinner was ready, Hazel smiled as she placed her book back on the table. "Great!" She said as she walked over. The young Witch was so impressed by how clean the kitchen looked, despite the fact that Casey had just made a meal. She also was pleasantly surprised by the table already being set. Hazel didn't have to do anything at all.
"Uh, n-no! This is perfect on its own, I can't wait to dig in." She walked over to one of the chairs, the same one she had sat in while they had eaten the Seafood and Pancakes. Hazel took a forkful of pasta, blew on it gently, and then took a bite. She closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. "Oh wow...this is good! It's really good," she said before taking a couple more bites. Perhaps Casey might think she was just saying this to be nice, but there was no way Hazel could fake how quickly she was finishing her meal.
"I understand..." Hazel said, her expression softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry for how you've been treated in the past. It wasn't right, and you didn't deserve it." Although their situations were very different, Hazel could definitely relate to not being treated with kindness. She had survived a Mother who had treated her like dirt, as well as many other people who wouldn't even give her the time of day.
"I know this might feel strange now, and you probably won't get used to it overnight...but I promise you'll always be welcome here, regardless of how much you help out." She said with a smile before taking a sip of her tea. She nodded as Casey announced she was going into the kitchen and said nothing else for the moment. Instead, she used her magic to turn the fireplace on and got cozy on the couch. As Shadow curled up next to her she reached for one of her books and started reading.
[ Yeah, I heard about that. I never got emails to begin with, I just check my page every couple days. That's weird, though! ]
Hazel stared at the empty fireplace and frowned a little. She wasn't frustrated or disappointed, but Casey was clearly still confused about why it was okay for her to stay. So how could she explain it in a way that was easier to understand? The young Witch tapped her chin for a moment as she thought about it.
"Let me put it this way," she began after taking a small sip of tea. "I like your company, Casey...just you being here, without doing a thing, is a comfort for me. I-I think I told you before about how I can get terribly lonely sometimes. Just you being here, in my home...as company...it's the greatest gift I could ever ask for. And if you manage to help out a bit? That's just a bonus, not a requirement." She paused, letting that sink in for a moment.
"Does that...make more sense? I hope it does. I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to say it any better. At the end of the day there's really not much you could do here that would make me want to kick you out. Maybe if you were mean to Shadow...or to me, but you're not. You're one of the sweetest people I've ever known. You're kind and genuine, and you don't lie to my face or call me a freak. I can't tell you how much that means to me," she said, reaching up to quickly wipe a tear as she found herself becoming suddenly emotional.
After taking a couple more sips and composing herself, Hazel looked at Casey and smiled. "Pasta sounds great...by the way. If you'd like to make that, just let me know if you need any help," she said, leaning back on the couch and enjoying her tea.
(Well, he is technically city-bound, but I am open to having him go into the wild. Perhaps he has gotten a hint of a werewolf pack out on the countryside, and he goes to investigate? He's trying to find the one who turned him, after all.
Could meet Casey that way? Or do you have any other ideas? Lemme know. ^^)
[ That's okay! I had a bunch of people stop replying so I thought maybe it was a technical issue. All good! ]
Hazel was glad that Casey said yes to the tea, as it gave her someting to do and briefly take her mind off what had just happened. Now that she thought about it, she could definitely use a cup of tea herself. She made two calming Chamomile teas for the both of them and brought the two cups over before placing them gently on the coffee table. "There we are," she said with a smile before turning to face Casey again.
The shifter's next words were surprising...yet not. Hazel could see why she was saying this, but at the same time she would have never wanted Casey to leave over something like this. The only reason Hazel might want her to leave is if staying here was harming her in some way; or if she was being inexcusably rude, damaging her things on purpose, or something along those lines. But Hazel could never see Casey doing anything like that. The only "crime" she had committed so far was the crime of relaxation and rest, something that the Witch would never punish her for.
"L-Leave?" she echoed, almost wounded by the very idea. She didn't want Casey to leave. They had only just began to know each other better. She could almost call her a friend by this point. If Casey left...what if she never came back? What if she never saw her again? Hazel could hardly bear the thought of it. "N-No...you're not in my way, don't be silly," she said with a shake of her head before sitting down on the couch.
"Casey...if...if you really want to leave, you certainly can. I won't stop you. That being said, I'd really like you to stay. You haven't done anything wrong, not in my eyes at least. It's not like the house will collapse if you don't do a chore or two," she added with a slight laugh, hoping to add a bit of levity to the conversation. "But, my point is...it's all okay. Whether you chose to leave or not, that's up to you, but I hope you will stay...for a little longer at least..." she said, hoping that she didn't sound too forceful, or that she was desperately trying to persuade Casey from leaving.
Well, I like the concept! Are you perchance open for threads? I think our characters could vibe well with each other, what with similar yet starkly different histories.
A neat character you got there. Interesting concept.
"Oh good," Hazel said, upon hearing that Casey wasn't hurt. Even if she was lying, the young Witch could already tell that she wasn't obviously injured at least. It only occured to her too late that she might have been encroaching on Casey's space just a little too much. As soon as the request was made Hazel nodded and immediately moved back. "Sorry! I'm so sorry about that. Of course," she said, backing away until she was almost at the door again.
Shadow began to make slow circles around her legs, indicating that he was hungry and ready for dinner. Hazel figured she might as well feed him and leave Casey alone for a little bit. Once she had given Shadow his food she returned to the living room while still keeping a distance. "Is there...anything I can do for you? Maybe some tea?" she offered gently, unsure if Casey wanted anything at the moment. Hazel suddenly became worried that the other woman was not enjoying her time here anymore and that perhaps she wanted to leave. While she could certainly leave anytime she wanted, Hazel would hate to see her go so soon.
Hazel smiled and was at first quite charmed by the sight of the Fox head looking over at her. She had shifted in her sleep again, how cute! She was just about to ask Casey how her day was when she suddenly shifted and started panicking. Hazel gasped as she backed away and fell to the floor. "Oh my goodness!" she cried in alarm. Clearly she was very upset about something, and it didn't take the Witch very long to figure out what it was.
After a quick glance in the home, Hazel realized that none of the chores had been done. Now that she thought about it, the garden had looked the same as it was when she left; and the windows, and the rest of the house from what she could tell. The realization dawned on her, but Hazel was not disappointed. Not at all, not even a little bit. Her only concern right now was for Casey's well-being.
"Hey...hey it's alright..." she said in her most soothing tone as she crouched down a few feet away from her. "Take a few deep breaths, okay? I'm not mad at you, I promise. If you didn't get anything done, that's totally fine. If all you did was sleep today, clearly it's what your body needed. Are you hurt? Here, let me help you up," Hazel said, offering a hand to help Casey off the floor.
This poor girl...what on earth had happened to her to make her feel this way?
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