Casey Allen
Feb 17, 2014 7:00:57 GMT -5
Post by Casey Allen on Feb 17, 2014 7:00:57 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Hailey Casey Allen
Nickname: Casey, Cass, Case
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Tactile Invisibility: Casey is able to turn things invisible when she has skin contact with them. The duration of invisibility depends on the size of the subject. Smaller objects will last longer, and pens, jewelry, and things of that size can stay invisible for up to a week. Objects that are larger such as furniture tend to last two days the longest. Casey gets blurry vision when she uses tactile invisibility, and she often forgets what she turned invisible and where it is.
Play By: Erika LinderLet it F L O W . . .So, hi, I guess. I'm Casey. Don't call me by my first name please. Ever. I mean Hay-lee. It doesn't have a very appealing sound, right? That and people say I don't look like a Hailey. I agree with them, I don't feel like a Hailey either. When I tell people I'm Casey they don't look at me and try to fit the name to the face. It's much simpler that way, and it sounds better too.
Also, before you feel rude and awkward for asking. I'm genderqueer. I prefer to go by Zie/zier pronouns, but I really don't mind if someone calls me he or she. It's not like I try to hide it or anything, and I'm not so radical that I yell at someone for getting it wrong. I don't really give a rat's ass about what others think about me. I'm pretty content with myself. Granted, there are somethings in life I would change, but everyone does, right? I came to this decision after being called a boy by so many teachers, and my dad wanted me to be more feminine since I am female. I just don't care about being a boy or a girl enough to bother. I can't really help it if I'm so androgynous either. Granted, it doesn't help that I'd rather go for jeans and a T-shirt than a skirt and blouse or dress.
I'm a generally chill person. I sort of have a que sera sera attitude. Although, my temper can be pretty bad. My dad says that when I was younger I reminded him of a wolverine when I threw tantrums. I didn't do it often, but it was pretty bad. Now a days, if I meltdown, it's me crying in a bathroom stall for I don't even know why. I don't really get angry at people… Just frustrated. Others have told me that I'm too passive about making decisions and talking about opinions. I guess I am when it comes to talking. I do have opinions, but I don't see a point in arguing over it. If someone wants to be my friend that's great, a new person to know. If not, whatever, they're just not going to know me like others do. I'm very apathetic about what people think of me or my opinions.
The story of my life isn't all that interesting, or at least I don't think so. I'm a Vermonter born and raised. I don't pronounce my T's and I actually do have a few 'idears'. Sure, I used to spend my summer vacations in Plattsburgh, New York with my maternal grandparents, but I know the Green Mountain State like the back of my hand. Pilot Ridge is my home. Both my parents are metas, so they were high school sweethearts. Well, many people were sure they weren't going to last seeing how it was my mom with her pheromone manipulation and my dad with his probability manipulation. People always said they were just playing around with love. As their only child I'm obliged to disagree with those people. For a long while I did.
My childhood was a pretty good one in general. My dad was often out at work whizzing around in an ambulance as a paramedic, and I had a "stay at home mom." I put it like that because we run an apple orchard just a long dirt road from Pilot Ridge, so in the fall the two of us would be out there very often. I love that place. As a kid, I would spend most of my time playing in the tree branches and trying to help out. But that help was as useful as the help of any other seven year old in an orchard, of course. I had my share of friends throughout childhood. I'm still close to most of them since I still live at home with mom instead of living in the dorms at Hammel.
I was nine when I started noticing that my parents were arguing. It might've started before that and I might've been too young to realize, but I definitely noticed it around nine years old. Their arguments started to become routine. I never realized exactly what they were always mad at each other about, but they just kept telling me they weren't arguing about me. After that, I spent more time out in the orchard or at a friend's house. My best friend, Khira, quickly became my go to when I needed an outlet.
By my eleventh birthday my parents divorced. My dad moved to Burlington, Vermont, and custody got weird. I spent my school breaks (except for summer) and every other weekend at his home. It wasn't too bad, I just had to get used to my mom getting a job and two households. I helped my mom out more, so I guess I became more responsible or she got more dependent. I like to think the first personally. It wasn't long for my dad to remarry. It was after I turned twelve. The lady's name is Danielle, and she's nice enough. It's not like she was wicked or anything. It was just weird to see my dad with someone else. She also has a few kids of her own. Fortunately for me, they were close to the same age as me. The twins are two years younger, and their older brother is older than me by a year. They ended up calling me Cass. I don't know how it started, but I don't really care cause at least I know who they're talking to when they say Cass. I enjoyed spending time with them. They weren't really siblings to me and more of friends. When I went to my dad's house I actually knew someone instead of my dad telling me there were some nice kids on the block I should meet. I tried that. The girls I met wanted to give me a makeover when they realized I'm female. It was kind of annoying.
It was just a year later when I was thirteen that I manifested. It first happened when I was sitting in an apple tree and it was suddenly invisible. It freaked me out, and I had no idea how to climb down if I couldn't see the branches. So I ended up falling, but apple trees don't grow all that tall so I didn't get hurt or anything. I went to go show my mom, but when we got back to the tree it was sitting there in plain sight. My mom thought I was just joking around. She believed me when my shirt disappeared right before her eyes just a day later. It was embarrassing. I was lucky that it was gone for only five minutes or so, and that I was at our house when that happened. A recruiter didn't come find me. My mom brought me to Hammel pretty much the very next day and I quote, "I thought I'd save you guys the trouble of hunting down one more meta." Before I knew it I was going to Hammel to learn to stop turning things invisible.
It's been four years since then. I think I have a pretty good handle on my power, and the school is alright. There really isn't anything I can complain about. I've got a few close friends at Hammel, Khira's still my best friend despite her attending regular high school, and the orchard is still doing good.Behind the M A S K . . .Name: Rikka
Age: Late teens
RP Experience: Three years
How did you find us?: I was just searching around for an interesting site.Show your S K I L L S . . .Casey enjoyed the warm weather. Well, it was still cold. But after a week where the temperature lingered around zero, a thirty degree day felt pretty good. Good enough to be out in only a sweatshirt rather than a heavy coat. There was a fair amount of mud as well that covered icy patches that survived the suddenly warmer weather. Casey was prepared for the day. She had a UVM hoodie kindly given to her by her step-sibling who attends the school. Her jeans were tucked into the boots that already had a sloshy layer of mud on them. It might've been a slippery and brown day, but it was a good one as far as Casey was concerned.
The orchard looked a bit sad in the winter. Casey weaved her way around the bear branches that stuck out onto the path. She knew that despite how empty and abandoned it might look in the winter, it would be up and thriving again in the fall with plenty of apples to pick. With a deep breath in through the nose she could already smell them. There was a smile across her face.
Grabbing the nearest branch, Casey hoisted herself up into the crook of the tree. Perched there the young meta leaned her head against the trunk. Soon enough she was starting to dose off.
