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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(A little different than I would have typically started out with. I'm a bit out of my Jett vibe the last few days as I've been sick. Thus, this is what has come of it haha! Hopefully, it'll work.)
Newfoundland | 8:39pm
Canada, A place Jett never thought he'd visit. After Ceres died, however, Jett had taken to traveling. While he hadn't exactly decided to plan an around-the-world trip, he did decide to head north. When it was cold and snowy like this, the outside world seemed to just drown out. The redhead took a deep inhale letting the winter air fill his lungs. It was definitely more than jacket weather. This had coaxed Jett to wear a much heavier jacket than he was used to. Strewn upon his shoulders, a longer faux leather jacket hung. It was open revealing a simple white wife-beater-styled tank top. Both hands were tucked into their respective pockets.
Where was Jett going? Hell, even he didn't know. He'd come to like these smaller rustic towns. It wasn't New York, that was for sure. Pausing at a window, Jett's green gaze searched the inside contents. It looked to be a small lounge. Lights were dimmed wooden tables scattered the inside along with booths tucked into open spaces. There was a stage, but currently, it looked to be empty.
Jett pondered his choice before ultimately deciding to go in. Pushing the wooden door open, he was met with a coffee house atmosphere. His green hues swept the area, the scent of cigarette smoke filling his lungs. Sliding himself into a booth along the back wall, Jett faced forward letting his gaze land upon the empty stage.
A glass of water was soon delivered to his table. It'd be all he'd need for the night. Jett wasn't hungry, he wasn't here to dine but more so relax. His mind needed to rest; he needed to rest. The question was, could he?
The few folks that hung around the lounge were dining, smoking, some even drinking a bit. Seeing others smoking indoors. Jett took no time in lighting up one of his own. The cigarette was placed to his mouth for a long-needed drag. Tilting his head upward, the redhead exhaled towards the ceiling.
A few more puffs and he'd eventually zone out in his own contemplation.
[ No worries at all! Okay, that sounds good to me ]
"Alright, Hazel! Thanks for all your help today. You can go home now," Beatrice, the owner, told Hazel as she finished sweeping the floors. The young Witch smiled and finished her task before putting the broom away. Was it really 4 already? The shift had flown by fast, which was unusual for this store. Crystal Haven wasn't exactly popular, but there were enough regulars to keep the cash flowing. "Bye, Beatrice! See you tomorrow," Hazel said before grabbing her things and leaving.
Speaking of cash, Hazel made a quick stop at the bank on her way home so she could take out some more money. She had used almost all of it grocery shopping the day before. "$100, that should last a few days," she said as she tapped the side of her purse and began the walk home.
About 20 minutes later, Hazel was deep in the trees, and not far from her Cottage. As she got closer her thoughts turned to Casey. She wondered what she had done with herself all day, and what kind of chores she might have helped with. She really hoped the poor thing didn't work herself to death, trying to earn her place or something like that. What the Witch didn't realize was that the outcome was quite the opposite.
She approached the front porch with a sigh and turned the key to unlock the door. "Hello, I'm home!" she called out as she opened the door. Shadow immediately sprung from his sleeping spot and ran over to Hazel with a warm greeting. While petting him, Hazel's eyes searched for Casey, and she was somewhat surprised to see her laying on the couch. "Oh, hi Casey! Did you just have a nap? I'm sorry to wake you," she said as she began putting her coat and purse away.
/(Oh no problem its ok :) when you can is fine with me. I look forward to starting whenever you can. )\
(I should get my blogs going too haha. I have so many snippets from years and years of writing that I'd love to turn into blogs. I just never seem to have the brainpower. Dare I say, the hardest part of starting a blog is the first sentence for me. I did read both of your blogs through the "Without a Jacket" one was informative on her earlier years, while the "Cold" one let me into a bit of where she's at now. My wheels started turning actually on the "Cold" blog as Jett is not a good guy at the moment. While he doesn't really need to buy someone, he has erm.. kidnapped someone lately. I typically write darker fantasy settings. At this point, I'm just trying to get the two of them interacting. Eventually, I think Jett will take pity on her and probably take her under his wing. Even though he's a bit evil right now, he's actually being controlled, typically he's a pretty good guy. I could go with a bar setting for starters? Would she be scrounging around there? Perhaps he could approach her and she shoots him down so he continues to advance after getting his little Jett ego hurt?)
(Thanks great, I'd love to watch her grow. If you were wanting to write, we can definitely do that. I need to fully read through your profile to make sure that I have some info to go off. Meanwhile, if you had any ideas, feel free to toss them my way.)
[ I could send a reply talking about what Hazel is doing during her work day. Or if you like, we can do a time skip to when she comes home? I'm good either way! ]
(Hey there, don't know if I ever replied to your OOC. But yes, thanks for the add. Really liking the vibe of this page, Fall is my favorite season. It is also nice to see a character that is not insanely overpowered and actually a bit more - casual.)
/(I thought our two foxes could be friends? I have a random way they could meet, Krystal could be out in her fox, hunting through the woods? )\
Sorry I haven't gotten to replies yet, been a busy weekend
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