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 am very tired and very busy this weekend so I'm not sure if I'll be getting to replies until my next day off. Also, my tendonitis is coming back so now holding a phone or typing for more than a couple minutes at a time put me in great pain. So, sorry if this disappoints anybody but I'm tired and need time to myself.
(I check my emails. I didn't even get anything in that. So like the post never happened. I had that issue with a few peoples. A post I sent there one second. Gone the next or Vice versa and neither one of us was even aware of it. So I know how that is. Take your time. Reply when you can. Once or twice I sent the reply to myself or saved it I a blog until I knew the other person got it and then deleted it so I wouldn't have to retype it all out. But I don't always do that. Gets tedious a bit. I look forward to our adventure. )
[ Thank you as always for being so understanding. In case you didn't see the PM I sent out to everyone, I wanted to tell you that even though I have removed Miranda from my page, because we started this thread before she was a secondary character, it will continue as normal.
I did have to delete some threads recently because I just couldn't handle writing as two characters at once but I'm making an exception for this one, so don't worry! And hopefully now that I'm focusing on just one character again, I won't be so delayed in my responses. Hope you had a great holiday season and are doing well! ]
Miranda waited patiently at her chair, her ivory hands clasped neatly on the bar table in front of her. When Casey poured the drink, she smiled at her again before gently taking it and having a sip.
"Mm! Not bad at all. Cheers." She grinned again before taking another sip. "Thank you, darling." She said after Casey took her fod order. Miranda set the glass back down and began examining each of her perfectly painted crimson nails. Whoever this woman was, she clearly took great pride in her appearence. All the more reason why her true profession would come as a bit of a shock to Casey.
When Casey eventually returned, Miranda would be waiting for her once again with a smile and overly-friendly glance in her direction. She would also be ready to ask her a seemingly out-of-the-blue question, but if Casey thought on it, she might figure out its purpose.
"I'll assume that you know this town very well, dear. So I hope you don't mind if I ask you a question." Miranda said, her voice now taking on more of a serious tone as she took another sip of her drink, staring at Casey intensely in the eyes as she spoke again.
"I'd like to know what sort of wild life is in this area. I'm a hunter of sorts, you see. And right now, I'm tracking down some Wolves that I've been told were spotted near here. Have you seen or heard any Wolves lately my dear?" Miranda asked, trusting Casey to be truthful in answering this.
What reason could she have to lie?
|. HAA! her face though xD
"Passin' by, uh?
Well how about you pass on by my turf a little more, hm?"
"Saaayyyy.... Midnight? Whiskey and chill?
Unless you're a fuckin' girly girl and can't hold that kind heat down your throat,
but I'm sure I've got another idea in mind that you can hold dow there.."
-Ahem-
"Hooo boy... And who the fuck do we have here?"
{ It is perfectly alright. A modern setting is perfectly fine and I have no problem using Mareth. She likely will be the easier one for Casey to interact with. As she is the kindest of the three and youngest in mentality and behavior. Plus being part elf, she has strong ties to nature and all its creatures. With Casey being "part animal" least that is how Mareth will view her. She will be much kinder to Casey then she would a human. Since many humans disrespect nature and destroy it with their pollution and deforestation and killing of animal species. So not humans biggest fans.
If you can start. That would be lovely and a bad setting works. Be bit amusing since Mareth/ Anna is frozen looking like a teenager and always getting carded when going to a bar. Hehehe}
[ Gosh I am SO sorry for this delay. Thank you for waiting for so long! ]
As Casey approached Miranda, the hunter looked up and flashed her a friendly grin that was maybe just a little too friendly, eyeing Casey up and down as she did.
"Well, aren't you a cute one! I'm sure you get all the extra tips, don't you?" Miranda chuckled to herself before glancing back at the menu briefly. "Hm...why don't you surprise me, dear? I feel like being adventurous, tonight." Miranda said as she looked down at the appetizer menu, running a crimson nailed finger over the different text.
"And to eat..." Miranda hummed gently to herself in thought before looking back up at Casey. "....feels like a chicken wing night." She said with another smile before handing the menu back to her.
It was strange. Even though this woman was acting very friendly towards Casey, there was something about her that seemed threatening. But how that could be? It wasn't like she had any weapons on her. At least, none that Casey could see...
Brian gave Casey one last nod and a casual smile as they began to walk away from one another. "Yeah. Was real nice meeting you too, Casey. See you later." He said before giving her a small wave and then turning to make his way back home. He didn't want to make her late for work in any way so it was probably best to just leave her to it.
Much later in the day, when the bar that Casey worked at would have been at its busiest, a tall, blonde woman walked inside. A couple of heads would have turned, as she was very beautiful. Bright blue eyes scanned her surroundings. Her lips were covered in dark red lipstick, the colour of blood. She wore a white blouse with a black blazer over top. On the bottom, a black pencil skirt and black high heels to match. With a confident strut, she sauntered up to the bar counter and sat down in one of the stools.
Miranda was in the mood for a drink. And a chat with the locals.
She was close. She was very close. She could almost smell it, the Wolf she had been tracking for the last 24 hours. She knew that there had been a Werewolf in this area very recently. While tracking in the woods, she had seen torn, discarded clothes as well as signs that a Wolf had been tearing through the forest, presumbly to try and catch some helpless prey. Of course, she had no idea that the prey in question had been Casey herself. And that was a very good thing, in this case. Miranda was a monster hunter. Vampires, Demons, Witches and yes, even shapeshifters were on her kill list. But Werewolves were the ones she liked to hunt the most. She had a personal bone to pick with them. But as to why that is was a total mystery, even to those who knew her well (which wasn't many.)
As she browsed the menu, Casey would have seen her from where she was. Miranda was rather unassuming, and looked more like a business woman or someone who worked in the fashion industry maybe. She did not at all look like someone who hunted the supernatural. She was very inconspicuous, which is exactly how she liked to appear.
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