PORTER, CASEY

[CASEY JO PORTER]

CASEY JO PORTER
a gentle breeze from hushabye mountain
softly blows o'er lullaby bay

NICKNAMES: Casey-Jo
GENDER: Female
ANIMAL: Northern Pygmy Owl
SEXUALITY: Straight
AGE: Seventeen
GRADE: Junior
OCCUPATION: Full time student
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

Casey has always been a creative, and active girl and her likes are a great representation of this. She's been swimming and riding horses from a young age. She's also been designing clothes from a young age, and she loves that too. She loves all clothes, of course, not just the ones she designs. She also used to sail with her aunt and uncle, but that stopped when she moved out. Not only does she like drawing and painting, but she also loves to write, as well. She's not a novel writer, instead she likes writing fairytale-esqu stories, though it's less about the moral of the story and more about the happily-ever-after and the whimsical fantasy. She loves thunderstorms, and loves horror movies, especially when the two are put together. She loves playing her violin more than almost anything in the world, as well aswatching old movies when she isn't feeling well. As you can see, most of her likes and hobbies are solitary pursuits. Casey hates crowds and hates parties and hates conflict. Because she is a vain girl, she refuses to be seen without makeup on and without looking her best. Although she seems to be abnormally neat for a teenager, Casey despises cleaning. She's also not a big fan of pirate movies, though she'll always find Johnny Depp attractive. Shifting into such a small owl has led her to a distrust of large felines, even those that she knows are also people. Casey hates that she is a mute and is terrified that she will never regain her ability to speak. She also hates when someone who doesn't know she is a mute asks her an important question and she can't answer. She actually has nightmares where this sort of thing happens. When someone who doesn't know does speak to her, Casey usually ends up tapping her throat in hopes that they've seen the Little Mermaid and will understand what she's trying to say.

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Casey has, since the age of thirteen, suffered from selective mutism. Selective mutism is when a child can only speak in certain circumstances. Casey's circumstances have to do with her memory. When she was a young child, her mother and father were killed when the family walked in on a burglary in progress. The robber left Casey alone, even though she had been with them. She doesn't remember the event, though she sometimes dreams about it without realizing it. Before thirteen, she was a happy girl living with her aunt. But then, by state law, at thirteen Casey came into the money that her mother and father had left for her. Her aunt had no choice but to admit to Casey what had happened. That was when she stopped speaking. She moved out of her aunt's house soon afterward, though legally she is still her guardian. Regardless of the fact that she doesn't remember them, it is only when she sees something or hears something similar to her life before her parents' deaths that she can speak. This is usually a particular shade of blond hair or a turquoise ring similar to the one her mother used to love. She doesn't know that it's faint memories of her parents that are allowing her to speak. It seems, even to her, that she finds her voice for completely arbitrary reasons.

Casey is a bit of an overachiever. Okay, “a bit” is an understatement. Casey feels that she has to make up for her inability to speak by working harder at everything she does. She's never had much of a social life because of the selective mutism, and spends her time practicing and studying instead. She prefers practicing to studying, of course, she's not a total geek. Casey prefers creative pursuits to academic. She plays the violin, paints, sketches, and loves designing clothes, including her own. She's very capable with a needle. She doesn't only wear her own clothing, she wears whatever is in style. She's always been big on style and, lucky for her, the money her parent's left her has supported her shopping addiction.

Since she was young, Casey has been observant, noticing more about people than most would. She chooses to sit in the background of a room and watch and listen, rather than participate. She's always had a great memory (minus blocking out traumatic events), and she is frequently filing away information. It's part of the reason she manages to do so well in school and why she can remember long, complicated pieces of music. She also uses it to keep track of whose doing what within the school. Not that she'd ever admit that she knows so much of what's happening. Not that anyone would ever ask. She was a mute before coming to the high school, and has spoken aloud maybe twice since setting foot on school grounds. No one notices her, save for the few girls who admire her clothing and the few guys who admire her looks. No one has time for a one sided conversation with a mute.

Even with her severe social disadvantages, Casey has the nerve to be a very vain girl. She cares enough about her looks that she wakes up two or three hours before school to do her hair, her make up, and pick out what to wear. If she sleeps in, and doesn't have the time to get ready properly, she'll actually skip school, completely disregarding the overachieving part of her brain that tells her to show up anyway.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

Casey often dreams about the day she'll meet a guy who is so perfect she finds herself able to speak as easily as she once did. She wants to be the loud, boisterous, popular girl she was in middle school. She also, in one of her many trips to New York to do some shopping, managed to sneak into a club using her owl form. Her owl self was so small it was easy to swoop in unnoticed. She went home from that club with another girl about her age. She keeps the rest of what happened that night filed away in the back of her subconscious.
Sometimes Casey doesn't feel so bad that she never met her parents because now she can buy whatever she wants for clothing. She hates that she thinks this, but the thoughts pop into her head anyway.

OOC

YOUR NAME: Elli (Like Ellie, without the second e)
YOUR GENDER: Female
FACE CLAIM: Karen Gillan
RP EXAMPLE:It's not my best writing, but it's my usual length. It's from an asylum RP where, to be honest, Casey was originally born as a character.

Casey had woken up early that morning, shutting her alarm clock off before it had the chance to go off. She had dressed quietly in the dark, pulling on a pair of shorts and a lace-backed tank top. She knew it was going to be a warm day out, and she planned on spending every moment of the day outside as she could. Casey only opened the door wide enough to slip through, carrying her shoes and sketchpad in one hand. It was still a bit early to go outside, so she spent about half an hour wandering the halls before heading out to the yard. She looked carefully at the position of the sun before choosing where to sit, choosing a spot that would allow her to sit in the sun, even with the shadows cast by the cement walls stretching across the lawn.

Casey sat cross-legged, her feet bare and her shoes on the grass next to her. An abandoned sketchpad lay on her lap, half-drawn lilies spread across the page. She had pushed her glasses up, on top of her head and seemed to be staring at the wall on the opposite side of the lawn. The expression on her face was soft, her eyes half closed against the sunlight. She had forgotten that her sunglasses where on top of her head. I don't care what everyone else says, this place isn't all that bad. Casey overheard a lot of stuff that people said about Lucid Manor. Almost all of it was negative, but Casey didn't really mind a lot of what most people complained about. Of course, she had always been more of a “go with the flow” kind of person, and she hadn't lost that when she lost her voice.

Casey wasn't exactly happy to be at Lucid Manor. She despised the fact that she was there, but she also knew she couldn't change it. Her psychologist has told her she would probably remain at the manor until she began speaking again. In the past six weeks she had only opened her mouth to eat and brush her teeth. The worst was when her parents had come to visit. They had tried to keep the room from going silent, rambling on about the various goings-on of the community. Which neighbors had gotten married or pregnant or divorced. Which horses had gotten pregnant, given birth, won awards. What they were going to do when she came home. It was still a disaster. Eventually they would run out of things to talk about and the room would be filled with silence. Casey knew it hurt her parents that she wouldn't talk to them, but even that didn't make her open her mouth. Those moments were the only times she really hated the mutism. A few of her friends had tried to visit too, but that had been worse. Most of them hadn't even tried to keep up a one sided conversation. Meghan, her best friend, had even accused her of faking, promising not to tell anyone if Casey told her why she wouldn't speak. Her friends had stopped visiting, and her parent's visits had become more and more infrequent. When she had first been admitted they had stayed in the area and visited every day. Two weeks ago they had gone home and hadn't returned to the area since.

Casey readjusted her position against the wall, slouching down a bit more. The afternoon sun was warm on her skin and she couldn't help but want to take a nap. The patients in the room next to hers had been up half the night yelling at each other before a security guard or a doctor had put a stop to it. She had slept even less well than she normally did. But if she slept out here, if she had that same frickin' nightmare? That would get her another doctor visit. They would want to know why she was sitting outside, screaming. No, sleeping out here wouldn't do. She sat back up, her green eyes scanning the yard in front of her, watching the other patients running around or just sitting, like her. Guards and doctors alike stood scattered among the patients. The doctors were clearly observing their own patients, most of the guards were watching the high profile patients in particular, and a few of the guards looked bored.


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[Reptilian Rissa]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, casey!
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