SMITH, CASEY LAWRENCE

[CASEY LAWRENCE SMITH]

CASEY SMITH

full name Casey Lawrence Smith
nicknames case, rarely does anyone ever call him casey.
type original
gender male
age sixteen
birthday july fourth
group neutral
clique popular
grade prep
sexuality gay as a stick
occupation n/a
face claim adrien sahores
alias trey (ayyy! must be the money!)

persona
friendly, rebellious, daring, goofy, socialite, independent, challenging, honest, dependable, loyal, creative, generally kind, playful, ditsy, carefree, easy-going, confident, gullible

life
case is a bit of a nutshell. always getting confused by things, but he's a fun person to hang around. he's a prep only because he's gorgeous, sociable, and comes from a rich family. in the smarts department, he wouldn't be able to tell you the difference between whales and Wales. you should know never to call him casey because he loathes his full name. so just call him case. he hangs around his best friend all the time, secretly crushing on him. he met leo-nerd in middle school during p.e. practice. ask him about the story, case loves telling it. gullible but nonetheless adorable, casey likes having a casual smoke so he'll ask for one if he sees you with one. he's social and likes to hang around anyone. he's the complete opposite of your typical jerk, but he's mostly ignorant towards most things. almost child-like.

roleplaying sample
Koda was never the greatest at making small talk. He was so used to ignoring others around him and in doing so lost the ability to hold an actual conversation that wasn't revolving around snarky comments. And in all honesty, he was certainly not interested in the reasons why a dog made such a good companion. Ignoring the impulse to say I actually don't care. I'm an idiot for even asking. he just listened as intently as he possibly could at this point. It was weird to heard how this kid's mom was so close to the damn dog because Koda's parents didn't give crap about Sinister. It was his decision after all to take it in. They were so sure he would get tired of the cat soon enough but of course, being the determined soul he was, he took care of the stray cat to show them he actually cared for it. Ever since, they had always just let Koda care and groom for the alley creature as they called it.

"Oh. That's cool. I have a cat actually. She just pisses everywhere. Not much other than that." Actually there was plenty more, but Koda would sound like a huge loser if he started going on and on about how close he was to the speechless, furry animal and how he considered it more valuable than any other human life. Well he didn't have much anyone else to cling to. His father was a drunk, barely starting a new low-salary job and his mom was working all the time to pick up his father's slack. And at his old school, he didn't have very many friends seeing as he wasn't very much liked. Which is why he was here, trying his best to communicate with people and socialize, in order to attain some decent friends. What Koda considered decent and what other people considered decent was so askewed and contrasting, though.

Hm, mischief. Well there's the three flings he had already gotten himself into. "I actually haven't done much." That can go in the lie book. "Yeah. I would have stayed back in Houston if I had the choice. Not that you want to hear about that I'm sure." Another lie. As much as he claimed that Portland was a huge joke, it was ten times better than Houston because of the life he lived and how much hell he received. This introduction crap was getting a bit boring anyways. Koda should just leave and be on his way with continuing his jog.

But he couldn't turn down food. As much as he didn't want to stay, Koda was a huge fatass. Thank Jesus he had a fast metobolism. "Yeah that sounds great, actually. " Actually a beer sounded great, but food was close enough. He started in the direction. "It's actually insane, how hungry I am. Porbably the run. But you probably don't want to here about my fatass issues either."