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? Well, turns out, she was wrong. 

Casey grew up in northern Michigan, and as the only child to two parents who were desperate for a kid, so 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. That was. Until she turned into something...less than human. 

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, but the same sound came out. Her parents rushed into her room, 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 white fur, followed by a dark snout. Further down her body she saw red fur and canine legs and a long, bushy tail. She wasn't...she wasn't human anymore. She was a...a fox.

Casey can't remember anything after that, probably having gone into shock for a combination of the pain and the very sight of seeing her own body in the form of an animal. 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 without too much trouble. 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 twisted 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 whole head of lettuce, a jar of peanut butter. She also downed a whole gallon of milk, followed by three cans of pop. Finally, her hunger and thirst had been quenched, and she could--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 yarn, there was a smoking pile of ash in their firepit, which Casey ran to to investigate. Tiny bits of blackened or browned paper remained, alone 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 li...ay Evlin...Name...ther and Fath...'

The paper slipped from between her fingers, back into the firepit. It was...her birth certificate. Her parents had burned her birth certificate. 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, 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, so actually cheap fast food that was high in calories was her savior, even if it got disgusting very quickly. Her thievery usually consisted of her waiting outside a restaurant as a fox or sometimes a hawk, and stealing the bag of grilled meat and fries straight from their hands before running/flying off. Or she would join a group of drunk people late at night and order as part of their group without them noticing. Crafty, right? Maybe she was intended to be a fox. She stole clothes from thrift stores, they were usually big enough to grab a handful of shirts and jeans and run out before anyone noticed. The cash that she had taken with her from her former home was tightly sealed away in a jar, being saved for the right time. And finally, finally that time came nearly two years after she had first turned into a fox.

A couple of months before her nineteenth birthday, there was a used car place that she came across that was having a going-out-of-business sale, and Casey jumped on the chance to get a car. Her jar with nearly three thousand dollars in it--she kept a few hundred in her bag just in case--was handed over for any car of her choosing in the lot. There weren't that many, and even fewer that were actually worth the money she paid, but she found a simple sedan that was ass-ugly and rusty but drove well, had all its windows, and the doors could lock. She drove it off the lot before having the chance to do any paper work, but she didn't care. She finally didn't have to sleep outside anymore! She had a radio and air conditioner and heater that only partially worked but it was good enough for her.

Finally, one year after that, she found a job. At the age of twenty, Casey got hired as a busboy in a small-town bar that didn't ask for the papers she didn't have and only paid her in cash, but you bet your ass that she worked her ass off cleaning the place spotless every damn night. Her boss quickly stopped giving her free meals after seeing how much she ate, paid her cash at the end of each week, and eventually got her a uniform, too. Finally, she didn't have to steal anymore, she had a place to sleep away from the cold, and she knew how to control her abilities. Still, Casey had no idea what she was or where she had come from, and she missed her parents even after they abandoned her, but with a job and a running car, she felt...human again.

 

Current Life

Now, at twenty-three years old, Casey still works at that same bar, in that same small town, with that same old car. Now as a bartender instead of a busboy, she made more money, money that she finally got as a paycheck with some...possibly forged documents that might have also been used to get her a bank account and an apartment. Her savings is going towards getting a newer car and paying rent, and she feels happy again. Of course, she didn't think anything would ever make her as happy as her childhood, but she tried not to think about that. Her parents left her, and she left that part of her life behind the day she turned into an animal in her bedroom. Done were the dreams of going to school and becoming a doctor, in were the dreams of being able to get enough groceries and afford rent at the same time. 

Almost every night or early morning, Casey would run in the woods in one of her animal forms, allowing her to sleep more soundly at night so she wouldn't change. Because there was always the chance that she'd wake up as an animal, she never dated, not even a one night stand. It was far too risky. So she remains single, her only friends being her coworkers, who she never spent time with outside of work. It was easy to say that her life was lonely, because it was, but Casey would rather be alive and lonely than experimented on for what she was.

 

Other Information 

Casey's favorite animal to become is still a fox. She had no idea why that was the first form she had turned into, or why she liked it so much--hell, she never really cared about foxes as a kid--but it's still her favorite. As far as she knows, Casey can turn into any animal she visually knows the body of well enough. She had just see a single image of an animal she's never heard of and suddenly become that animal, she usually has to see that animal in person. Mamals and birds are also the animals she can turn into. Reptiles, amphibians, fish, and insects are a no-go, only giving her a headache whenever she tries. Because apparently when you're a shapeshifting abomination, you still have rules you need to follow.

 

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Casey May Evlin


Character Age

28


Character Species

Shifter


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


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Paragraph, Multi-Para


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Fantasy, Romance, Violence, 18+, Gore, Comedy, Action


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  • The smile made Cosima perk up a little. It was nice to see a slightly more genuine smile than the sad customer service one Casey had to give. As the blue drink was pushed in front of her, a bit of a wider grin split across her face and she poked at it with a finger, before drawing it closer and taking a sip.

    “Thank you.” She said earnestly to Casey, lifting her gaze. She wasn’t sure what else to say in this situation, and she stared at the woman for a moment longer before saying, gently, “I’m sorry you have to deal with these assholes.” As if that made it any better. No, of course it didn’t, but it was an honest thing to say at least. Cosima had a hard enough time dealing with people in general. Casey dealing with people like this, on a daily basis, was practically godly.

  • James would stand back when Casey stated that she didn't need his help with the troublesome clients. He would watch as the two men picked each other up and tossed the money on the table. A scoff came from James. The amount they had given Casey was hardly enough to pay for the chaos they caused in James's opinion. But other than the scoff he kept his mouth shut on the matter and started to help the barmaid to pick up the mess. It was the least he could do.

    "Are you going to let them in here again?" He asked as he dusted off the top of a table that had been put back up right. Amber hues glanced at the door the two men had left through. James wouldn't let them back in if he had a say on things. 

  • \\Thank you for the invite

  • Cosima was a little more blunt than she generally let on, but even she wasn’t stupid enough to go around asking people if they were human. She didn’t necessarily think non-humans had strange smells to them, but she did know that they felt different to her. She watched Casey work for a good amount of time, and when she came by, a bright smile appeared on her face at Casey’s question.

    “I’d like that.” She said lightly, tucking a loose strand of hair up into her hat. Anything was better than beer, she thought to herself.

    It was obvious that Casey wasn’t human, but she wasn’t sure how inhuman she was. Cosima couldn’t place a specific species or anything like that. She only knew that what she felt wasn’t quite right. It made Cosima watch her with a bit of a closer eye, but not anything too… worrying. She didn’t want her to feel overly watched. She was certain by this point that Casey was sure to know she wasn’t human either. And solidarity among the different in a sea of ‘the same’ seemed appropriate in her mind.

  • Cosima spent her time pretending like she liked beer, giving it a few healthy drinks and some very intense stares, like she could will it into something else. She didn’t often drink anyway - it sort of made going places a little difficult. She didn’t have a license, but she could drive well enough sober. Besides, being drunk inhibited her ability to think clearly. She didn’t like that. In a world like this, it was important to her that she stay clear of mind. The world was dangerous. She was either part of the danger, or she was hunted.

    And she’d rather not be hunted.

    Her gaze lifted to watch the people in the bar, which was her favorite kind of activity when she was relaxing. And then those stormy gray eyes of hers trailed to watch Casey - just in time to watch the man get pulled against the bar, and subsequently knocked out. Cosima stiffened a bit, and went a bit wide eyed, like she was startled. But soon, her shocked gaze shifted into a soft one, and as other people moved to sit at other tables, Cosima leaned forward and snorted with a laugh. Clearly, she found the situation of the man more funny than frightening. It didn’t even seem to occur to her that something was very strange about Casey - that she was unnaturally strong or swift didn’t even cross Cosima’s mind. She herself was both of those things, and she’d seen humans fight, but did so only in passing. It never occurred to her that there was a strangeness to the tender. Instead, she just offered a sort of smile at the woman, before looking down into her drink like she intended to actually drink it. She did not.

  • Hearing the fight James would turn around on his stool and glance over his shoulder a tad the fighting men. He would then arch a brow in surprise as Casey jumped over the bar counter effortlessly. It was impressive. James would then track her movements with his Amber hues, curious as to how she would handle the situation. His expression became even more surprised when Casey tossed one man and about picked up the other. Now that was very impressive and very surprising. Standing up, James would then walk over to Casey and the two men just in case she needed an extra hand.

    "Want some help?" James asked as he stood behind Casey. He was sure she could handle it all on her own, hence why James said want instead of need.

  • ((It's ok. Sounds good.))

  • “Yeah, no, I get it.” The woman stated, her head tilting slightly to the side. She listened to the toxic sounds of the bar and grimaced a little, mostly to herself, as she pulled the beer close to her. A glare was sent in the direction of the man who was screaming at Casey, but for the moment, Cosima did nothing. Ignore them, just ignore them. That was the best anyone could do. After a moment, she cleared her throat into her drink and took a sip of it. Ugh, beer. Did she really order a beer?

    After a grimace to herself, her stormy gray eyes softened a bit. She’d ordered it, so she was going to drink it. No big deal. She could swallow her own pride with this weird wheat tea. After a moment, she found herself trailing her gaze to her surroundings. A new place, new people… all of which seemed to have a pretty nasty reputation. She made up stories about them in her head, fantasies. Many of them may or may not have ended in their own deaths.

    And then Casey’s scent caught Cosima’s attention again. Right. She smelled a little off. Not bad off, necessarily, but… inhuman. The fae did her best to pay very special attention to her wheat water, staring into it like she thought something was very wrong with it. But really, her gaze had begun to trail off after Casey as she worked. There was something weird about the ordinary-looking tender. Cosima gave a little half-hearted smile. It was hard to keep up smiles. She understood poor Casey’s predicament.
    “Oh, I will.” She said, and in her voice seemed a little bit of flirtatiousness. It was only natural, especially for a fae, to flirt here and there. It was always done harmlessly, and with Cosima, often with very little intention.

  • The response Casey had was not all that surprising to James. Many small settlements that dotted the barren wasteland tended to be pretty hostile toward shifters. And he did not blame them, not totally. Shifters were seen as violent beings and even though that was just a stereotype, many people wanted to be able to protect themselves against shifters. Small settlements just didn't have the money or manpower to have a lot in the way of weapons. It was a sad truth that James knew he could do very little to change. All he could do was either try to not let people know what he was or show those who did know that the stereotype was very, very wrong. 

    With a deep sigh and a small frown, James nodded and took a sip of his drink, his amber hues becoming troubled. "I was afraid of that." He mumbled to mostly himself but he would not be surprised if Casey heard. If she did, he would not mind so much. How she responded to his question and how she answered it made him feel that she did not have a negative look on those who could change their form from a human to that of a wild beast. Such a person was hard to find in these lands.

  • It’s alright

     

    While they spoke he could sense her engery, she was calm.. but she was definitely nervous. Werewolves have very good scent, he could feel her heart pounding .. but weakly from the blood loss. “ Exactly, not a big fan of living in the city or around that many people to be honest. I like the quietness. But thank you, I worked hard on it. “ Once he stopped speaking and asked her if she wanted to clean up he could see her tense up once more, her body language scared and untrusting. Nodding he looked towards her, he was actually in his twenty’s but possibly having a beared made him look older ?

    Before he knew it he seen her speech almost slur, her body looking weak his blue gaze didn’t leave her.. if she were to faint he didn’t want her falling and hitting her head. Seeing her about to fall he quickly reached over grabbing her, he didn’t want her upset he was touching her but he didn’t want her to fall. Helping to the chair he had her sit, speaking towards her he walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a steak. “ You need to eat, let me make you something ? “ Kane didn’t let her choose, taking out a large pan he began to cook it for her. The smell of steak filled the air, as time passed and it was done cooking he placed it before her. Why was he doing this, was it just because she was a woman and he of course didn’t like seeing a woman potentially hurt or in harms way.. or was it because she looked like his wife who’d passed around two years ago.

    After he gave her the steak Kane didn’t speak much, he walked into the living room stoking the fire a bit..  and slowly drank his glass of whiskey.

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