Casey Winslow {WIP}

[~*Silver Bullet*~]

Name: Casey Thomas Winslow
Age | B-day: 18 | January 12, 1991, just graduated.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Position: Demolisher
Town: NYC

Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Face: Elijah Wood

History:
Life's never the easiest thing for a kid. As they say, kids are mean, but hey, it prepared him for the life he was to lead.

Born to Paige and Mark Winslow, a fairly well off couple, in NYC, it wasn't until after he finished fifth grade that Casey found himself living in Snakespeare. His parents were tired of receiving notices that he'd been involved in a fight (Always the victim, not that his father would listen. That'd just gain him a lecture on how two people made a fight, not one person and a punching bag and how even so, he needed to learn to defend himself.), and they moved, figuring it still wasn't too bad a commute for his father to his firm. Traffic was hell for him, but he was willing to put up with it.

Unfortunately for Casey, "fights" and being picked on didn't stop just because he moved. If anything, it was worse being the new kid in town during the last year of elementary. His quietness and meekness didn't help any, really. Names were tossed around that he didn't appreciate, but it wasn't like he was doing anything to stop them. His smaller physique (especially then), ease of study, quietness that gained him favor with the teachers, and general loner behavior only seemed to encourage the behavior of those who were more antagonistic amongst his classmates. However, during high school he had an experience that changed the course of his life forever.

Before then, Casey had been college-bound to study and become a science major. He was in honors classes, part of the debate team, and he could frequently be found on the tennis courts. Nevertheless, one night shortly before he turned sixteen, he was hanging with a friend (more like a crush) at the lake when he had to walk a short ways away to the forest to relieve himself. During that time, his friend was alone at the lake, and he came back to find her being brutally attacked by a wolf-ish creature. Stunned and terrified, he froze, unable to think of anything to do. As he opened his cell phone to call 911 upon finally realizing he had to do something, some man came into the scene, quickly stopping the beast. He checked the girl's vitals, and then came over, stopping Casey before he could call for help.

Casey tried to go over to the girl, but the guy, whom he later learned to be Matt Connor, stopped him, insisting it was too late for her.

Personality: (Anything we need to know here. It doesn't have to be extensive as we understand developing the character in role-play, but we do ask you to cover the main points. A good-sized paragraph or two should be about right.)

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Name: Jen
How'd you find us? Friends with the owner and sister of the co-creator. Connect the dots. =p

RP Sample:
From Last Resort, post: Over My Head.
Casey there is obviously older and different than the one here. =p

What was it about her that made it so difficult to say no? What was it about her that made him not yell at her for keeping him from his drink by speaking to him?

Maybe it was simply that he had matured since his last major set of non-mental problems in which he had tried to drink them away (not something he recommended to others with how that all worked out), which had been in his early twenties, but he thought it was something different. Maybe it was that this was a new relationship and therefore still in the territory where he felt he had to tread a little carefully rather than an older relationship where some things were taken for granted. Either way, he oftentimes felt more willing to open up to Kara than he recalled ever feeling willing to with Evie when their relationship or something in their life was in turmoil but he reigned it back. With Evie he'd usually ended up venting in a way that manipulated her to see where he was coming from and make her feel guilty. It wasn't how he'd wanted to be, but it just came naturally when he was furious with her or with life.

He wanted things to be different with Kara, though. Kara was his chance for a fresh start even if it meant admitting defeat to Trevor. That was the only part in all of this that bothered him, and it was twofold in how it did, the first being obvious, and the second being that it made him question whether he had only ever wanted to rekindle things with Evie as a "Shove it" to Trevor and anyone in their lives who had ever tried to pull them apart (their parents, Voldemort, Trevor, and others). If he had only ever wanted it because of that, then did he really love her? Of course, it was ridiculous since he had and still did love Evie. She was the mother of his children, the love of his life, but there simply came a time when they had to admit defeat.

Maybe everyone had been right. Maybe they hadn't been meant to be. Maybe they had only been meant to be soul mates and best friends, not lovers, not husband and wife. A little late to find out as it had affected so many lives aside from those of the two of them. In a way, it made it easier that Evie had no recollection of them, but he knew that should he save her for the umpteenth time in their time together, he would be unable to resist to tell her the truth, to show her the truth, in hopes of reawakening some forgotten, buried memory, in hopes of seeing a spark of recognition in her eyes. He wanted her still. He loved her still. But he couldn't have her. He just couldn't. Look what he'd managed to do in their time together. He'd let her down twice! And both times had had very bad results, so bad both times he wasn't sure which was worse. Nevermind the years of loving her and solely her, being devoted to her, caring for her, nursing her, laughing with her, crying with her, making love to her... These two events in their lives couldn't simply be ignored.

But neither could the others.

"I remember the day Julian was born," he began after a few moments of quiet thinking, moments in which he thought she might assume he was ignoring her or hadn't heard her. His voice was dry and low, but he figured she could still hear him. "I remember how nervous I was, how happy I was. He was our new start, our new beginning in a life free of Voldemort. He was my first son, my first child. He was everything to me. She was everything to me. They were everything to me. We had so many plans for his life, for our life. I had just survived an attack from Derrin that had almost killed me months prior. Our relationship was just leaving its rocky spot and headed towards healing. I was so happy then. Despite everything I had just been through, I was so happy."

He paused, swallowing down a small sip of his ale to wet his throat. His blue eyes were distant as he continued to look at the table, not wanting to meet her eyes right now. "I watched him grow up. I remember the three-year-old boy who would run to the door when I'd come back from being away a few weeks on Auror business. He'd run to the door, so excited to see me, and oh would he talk my ear off. Almost made me wish I could use 'Silencio' on him, you know?" He glanced at her momentarily, a brief, wistful hint of a smile flashing on his face at the memory, but just as quickly it was gone and his eyes were back to the table. "I was his role model. He wanted to be just like me, do everything just like me, have everything I had. What happened to that little boy, Kara? What happened to my son, my innocent little son?"

He dared to look up at her, his eyes teary as he did so. "He was never supposed to see any of this. We were supposed to have our happily ever after. But look at what we did to him, what I did to him." He kept her gaze for a few moments in silence for a moment before bringing his hand up and trying to discreetly dab at his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "Is there somewhere else we could go?" He wanted to be away from people. He didn't want anyone to see him like this even if his face was that of Kevin Bristow. He wanted her to hold him. He wanted her to make everything alright even if he knew she couldn't no matter what she said. He always over thought things. He would always over think things. No, in the long run this was a pain he would have to get rid of on his own. It was just a matter of time and a matter of how.