Casper Fallon

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001. NAME• Casper Lee Fallon
002. NICKNAME• None.
003. AGE• Seventeen
004. BIRTHDATE• 24th March
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• He currently resides on the out skirts of London town.

001. YOUR FACE• That Helgi Ómarsson, he's pretty goodlookin ;D
002. HAIR• In simplest terms, Casper’ hair is a light shade of brown. The varieties of other lighter browns in it are natural highlights resulting from exposure to the sun. In the summer months it is way lighter than it is in the dead of winter. His wonderful brown locks have a natural curl to it that he inherited from his mother. The boy very rarely styles his hair since it kind of does its own thing. But, hey, it looks nice.
003. EYES• The male's eyes are almost exact replicas of his father's. They have a very normal shape to them, nothing special. The iris is a very dark green with flecks of a mahogany hue. His eyelashes are a dark brown, but still lighter than other people have. His eyes as a whole are pretty plain, and he doesn’t think they leave an impact on anyone. They are rather good at withholding emotions.
004. HIEGHT• Casper is a well-built lad. He stands at good six foot tall and a healthy one hundred and fifty pounds. His body is exceptionally toned so he is not at all hard on the eyes when shirtless.
005. WEIGHT• 150lbs
006. BODY MODS• Being a werewolf means his frame is covered in hundreds of tiny scars – little white marks cluttering up his pale skin. Along with the small scars he has one very large one on his left shoulder from where he got into a fight with another werewolf and the scar which runs down his chest – from his right shoulder to his left hip – which was the first scar he ever received from a werewolf. His bite can be found on his left rib where the wolf grabbed him and carried him for mailed before dumping the thin boy on the floor. A few years ago he went through a very ‘emo’ stage. He had a lip piercing and even got to having hip piercings, there are small scars left from where he took them out. He also has a small tattoo of a paw print on the join between his left thumb and left forefinger.
007. FASHION/STYLE•His clothing style is deemed by some as just plain odd. When not forced to wear his uniform (which he does attempt to put his own spin on, either by wearing a black shirt instead of a white one, or wearing a pair of black pants instead of the tan ones. It doesn't look bad, so he doesn't see why they care so much. But most days he tries to deviate, he ends up getting in trouble and having to go change into the regulation uniform. On weekends, his style is much different than the preppy nature of EAG dictates. He tends to wear mostly black, with a splash of white, and possibly gray, but not anything colored. He wears those extravagant clothes that have been deemed by some as goth, but what he well knows is the visual kei style he picked up from his friends back in Ireand, and never really felt any desire to change, especially since it makes him stand out, which is what he always likes.

001. LIKES• +Books.
+Music.
+Playing the guitar/ukulele.
+Writing stories.
+Drawing pictures - He prefers to draw realistic people and once, when he was a little younger, he sold a few portraits to friends.
+He enjoys walking - preferably in the sun, but if it's raining he wanders along deserted country lanes with no shoes.
+Salads - especially the really crunchy bits on lettuce.
+Meeting new people - though, he's pretty shy and haa a tendency to blush a lot.
+Spinning Fire - even if he's not allowed to do it in school. Heath and Safety and all that..
+Snuggling up in a really big warm jumper...heaven.
002. DISLIKES• +Being told what to do - though, teachers don't count.
+Fighting.
+Homophobes.
+Homework.
+Really loud people.
+Having no privacy.
+Unfunny jokes.
+Being alone.
+Old wrinkly people.
+Really really fat people...eugh.
003. FEARS• + Getting old
+ Cars - loooong story
+ Spiders
+ Obese people
+ Ringing people, or picking up the telephone
004. STRENGTHS• + Drawing
+ Running
+ Keeping secrets
+ Keeping a level head in a bad situation
+ Thinking on his feet
005. WEAKNESSES• + He's shy...sometimes.
+ He falls for people too easily.
+ He trust people too easily
+ He can't sing to save his life
+ He can't swim...
006. ODDITIES• + He sings in the shower...very badly.
+ He fades in and out of conversations, you'll never know if he's listening
+ He abuses his bottom lip with all the chewing he does
+ He grinds his teeth when he's anxious.
007. ORIENTATION• Boysplz ;D
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• if any
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW• Casper is really just your average smartass. He knows what he's talking about most of the time, and when he actually doesn't, he will make it out like he does. He'll be the first to tell a friend about a rumor, and will in general look out for his friends. While he has his childish side (okay, so it takes over most of his mind), he does also have that small part of himself that's actually very serious about things, when it is needed. But most of the time one sees him, it will be in the form of an ADHD child trapped in a child's body.

Casper also has his klutzy tendencies. Okay, so it's more than a tendency, it's a real problem. He finds himself in the nurse's office at least once a week, most of the time at least twice. Being there so often himself, and with his real dad being a doctor, it's no wonder Casper developed such an interest in the medical field. That, combined with his overall desire to get along with and help people, could all contribute to this goal as well.

This Irishman is usually in one of three places: His dorm, the library, or the great hall. Especially on school days. On the weekends, however, he does branch out. Sort of. He will go outside in addition to his normal places of residence. Oh, and he will go outside if it's raining or snowing, no matter what the day. He loves the rain, and loves playing in the snow.

Being around guys in his dorm all the time has made him the type of person to make sex jokes in every other sentence. It gets pretty bad sometimes, and has annoyed some people, but his childish nature just adds to the naturalness of making said jokes. It's just something he does, a normal part of his daily routine. This is a component of his tendency to act before thinking, which has gotten him into trouble numerous times.

Casper is a moody person. Sometimes it will get so bad that people swear he has some sort of bipolar disorder, because he can be perfectly happy one moment, but with one wrong action, or anything, it can trigger something in his brain that will make him depressed in the same minute. Likewise, he can be sad one moment, and be cheered up by something small. Anyone who can actually put up with this (which is sometimes just insanity in the form of Casper) is probably Casper's friend.

On that note, Casper tends to be extremely obnoxious. By nature, he is a loud person, and the type to pop up by a friend with a loud 'HI!' and purposely scare the crap out of them. He's the one who you'll hear in the hallway from the opposite end, and this only gets worse if he's around a guy or girl that he likes. Or one that he's comfortable around. He says things that are already obnoxious by their nature, and then on top of that, will say it loudly. He's also the type who will yell some random, obscene word in the middle of dinner, just for the fun of it, or maybe as a dare.

Casper is extremely easygoing. He's easy to befriend, and hates making enemies, though some people have had the displeasure of making him their enemy. He's not quick to judge, but Casper is a person that's hard to actually get close to. One could be considered his friend, but not really know much about him except what most of the school knows. He's not quick to give away his secrets. Casper's demeanor has gained him a wide circle of friends, but not any that he can fully trust. He doesn't make it easy to gain his trust, because he has paid for it in the past. Of course, he has also gotten his share of misfortune from not trusting. Casper's in that loop where he can't trust people, but he hates not being able to trust.

001. PARENT ONE• Elizabeth Belinda Brennan, forty-three, Nurse
002. PARENT TWO• Andrew Cien, Fifty, Banker
003. SIBLINGS• Brothers: Liam Cien, 23.
Jordan Cien, 19.
Daniel Cien, 12.
Fred Cien, 6.

Sisters: Lilly Cien, 20.
Sophie Cien, 10.
Amelia Cien, 2 and 3 months.

Half siblings: (Surnames were changed to Fallon after they joined the pack)
Artemis Callum Fallon
Marverick Fallon
Pandora Fallon
Lily-Mae Fallon

004. PETS• None ):
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

He was born a human. A normal everyday human to a normal mother and a scumbag father. The full moon of July 1996 saw a lot of people loosing their homes due to flooding. A man who had been staying with the family the night Casper was born, came back to visit. He explained that he wouldn’t be staying in the house during the night but could they look after his things. Being a young child Casper followed him out into the woods that night, tripping slowly over the branches in the dark. The only light came from the moon as he walked deeper and deeper into the forest. He didn’t know how long he’d been walking but he eventually found the man in the dark curled up by a tree. The rain dripped off Casper's nose as the man turned and saw him. Then the man transformed, it was the most horrific thing he’d ever seen. He doesn’t remember much after that. Just that he woke up in a clearing not far from his home. He stumbled home to find his parents round a table with the man there too. They explained what he was and how he would have to live. To someone so young it took him a long time to comprehend what they were saying. He didn’t even believe them until the man told him to lift up my shirt.

After a long talk with his parents – his brothers and sisters didn’t want to stay – he decided that the best way to keep them safe was for him to move. So he did. As far away from them as he could manage. He moved to London and lived in a small flat near Oxford Circus. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great, he lived with people he called grandma and grandpa – though he found out later that they weren’t related to him at all. It didn’t matter though. He was just glad he had somewhere to live. His first transformation was the worst – as anyone will tell you – he really had no idea what to expect but he knows for sure that he didn’t kill anyone and he didn’t bite anyone. From that night he knew someone kept looking for him, we got mysterious letters and even a phone call, though it sounded as if the person had never used a phone before...either that or they were a very long way away. It was a few weeks before he left to move out that a man arrived on their doorstep claiming to have a cure for lycanthropy if Casper went with him.

Nothing stopped him going and less than an hour later he had packed up all his things, said goodbye to his grandparents and found himself in a huge mansion in the middle of no where. It was then the man introduced himself as Edward Fallon. The man explained than no young werewolf should be left to fend for himself and that he could teach Casper anything he needed to know as long as he joined his pack, Casper was in no position to say no. He is the oldest ‘child’ of Edward. Though, out of everyone, Edward and Casper are the only ones who know that Edward is not his real father. But seeing as Casper's family sent him away he classed him as his real father and even took his name. Others followed Casper into this new home over the course of a few years, some more boys and even a few girls. All were younger except Artemis who was Casper's age. He doesn’t see his adoptive siblings much and he doesn’t ever see his real brothers and sisters. He doesn’t even think they remember him. He doesn’t really remember them.

Living with Edward wasn't as tough as people assume it would be. He's like the father who just lets his kids do what they like. Casper was a terror when he was younger, breaking into houses and killing their pets. Great fun! His 'siblings' - on the other hand - were not like him at all. He doesn't really have time to talk to them, they greet each other in passing but never spend more time than necessary together. They all have their different stories and they prefer to keep it like that. None of them know he's not related to Edward at all. They, on the other hand all have Edward as their father, but all have diffrent mothers. Casper doesn't know anything about them except their names and how old they are. They don't talk about parents or families. Nothing like that at all. He sometimes wishes they got along better but the two girls usually spend time together, and the boys...well...they're too different to really get to know one another. Though, if the time came...Casper wouldn't say no.

Yo', my name is Alex, and I've been the walking dead for Eighteen years, and I've been grave robbing for 0.5 years, I dug up lovely Crimson Kiss by means of Morgan and adore it.

001. ANYTHING ELSE?• It's 1am...imma sleepy boy ):
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE• Yes...it's Harry Potter...don't judge me xD

Alex sat alone on the Ravenclaw table. It was just turning 4 am and no one was out of bed. But he was. He couldn't sleep even though he was exhausted, the dark rings under his eyes told everyone that he was having a tough time. But they didn't know the half of it. He swirled his breakfast around his plate having stopped eating again he hoped that he would just waste away. He sighed and rest his cheek in one hand while the other continued to play with his food. Alex was so close to tears it was untrue, but having no energy left he couldn't cry. There weren't enough hours in the day for himself. Serving the Dark Lord was a 24/7 task and he wasn't used to it. His heart ached in his chest as his ears replayed everything he had heard over the past few days. A single tear dripped off his nose and into his food. He buried his head in his hands. Glad that he hadn't slept. If anyone saw him now he wouldn't be able to hold it in. He wanted to stop feeling sorry for himself. To get on with his life. He tried to make people listen. He did. But they just moved on so quickly, Alex was soon left behind. Alex, for the first time in a while, was more alone than anyone else in the world. He needed someone to really care about him. But there wasn't anyone left.

He was only sitting there so early because he desperately wanted to tall to Remus. He missed the other boy more than he could ever have imagined. He wasn't even sure what was going on anymore, were they going to tell the others or was the whole thing just one big dirty secret. No one else knew except them - oh, and that other boy, Ja-James? Alex brushed his tear away and began to eat up his breakfast. It was strange to be the only one in the Hall but it was strangely nice. Just to have the time to think. Think he did, over everything that had happened since he had left home.

France. France was a time in his life that he would rather forget. He had been young, too young. Too naive too stupid. Alex hated everything about that country now, from the people to the places. It meant nothing anymore. When he had arrived in the country everything had been perfect. He had made friends easily - even though they were muggles - and he didn't have to go to school. He had practiced magic at night or when his friends were too drunk to care. That was the way it went for about 6 months. Alex never touched the alcohol or the drugs until he met Jacques. The young french boy had pulled Alex into doing such terrible things. But Alex had been in love - at least he thought he had been. Then Jacques died. Suddenly and unexpectedly. The doctors said it had been from an overdose, but Alex had never been convinced. The next day he left France never to return. Unfortunately his abrupt exit cause suspicion so he doubted he could ever go back even if he wanted to.

Then he came to London, the biggest city he had even been in, and it scared him. All he had was a small rucksack on his back and a wand in his pocket. No money, not spare clothes, no hope. He had tried living rough for a while but the days were cold and the nights were colder. Though, he supposed he should have been used to it - after living in the Durmstrang castle. One particularly cold day an older gentleman had approached him offering him a house and some new clothes. Alex had been in no position to refuse. So he had followed the man obediently to his home and there had lived peacefully for a while. The man had showered him in gifts and asked nothing in return. He always covered up by saying that Alex was like the son he never had - though it had never been quite enough. One night Alex had walked in on the man transforming into a werewolf. Alex had been too scared to move and the man had pounced on his, ripping his shoulder with his teeth. The next morning both man and boy awoke, each terrified by the other. The man was terrified Alex was going to tell the authorities and have him arrested and Alex was just scared that the man was going to kill him. The young lycanthrope would never have turned in the man, he had done so much already. Instead he left the house and moved north where, out of the blue, he received a letter from Dumbledore asking him to come to Hogwarts.

Alex still received money from the old man, a lot of money, though he wanted to keep it safe for when he needed it. He hardly spent any and when he did he spent it on things he needed, not things he wanted. He set himself a budget and he kept to it as strictly as he could. He was almost a secret millionaire. But he wouldn't tell. That would mean revealing his past and he most certainly didn't want to do that.


Looking back, it hadn't really been that bad. It was just the bad memories that stuck in his mind rather than the good ones. What about meeting Remus? That was certainly something to be thankful for. The boy was perfect, in every possible was and Alex was stunned that they had spent the entire summer together in a small tent in the middle of a forest. Alex smiled at the memory of them together in the tea shop with the china cups. It had been a beautiful day spent with a beautiful boy.

The thin boy sighed as he finished his breakfast and then sat and waited for Remus to come down to breakfast. He knew he probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to him, his friends were always around him keeping him too busy. The prank players. Alex sighed when he thought about them, it just made him wonder why Remus was with him when he had friends like them. In comparison, Alex was very very boring. Alex crossed his arms over his chest to conserve warmth, that was another problem with being up so early, it was so very cold. Even for a werewolf. Alex was glad, for once, that he was a werewolf and had slightly thicker skin to keep him warm. He was also very glad that the scar on his cheek had almost disappeared and it was still a very long time until the full moon.