Post by Casey Kobalt on Apr 5, 2009 21:20:13 GMT -5
About You;;
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Your Name: Patrick
Your Age: 17
Gender: Male
RP Experience: 8 Years
Character Title: Man of Leisure
Will you be active?: Yes
Code Words: ----
Your Character;;
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Name: Casey Quintman Kobalt
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: December 14th (Sagittarius)
Sexuality: Gay (Homosexual)
Occupation: None
Nationality: Mixed race
Good or Evil: Evil
Race: Warlock
Original or Canon: Original
Face Claim: Corey Seveir
Appearance: Casey stands 6' 01", he weighs 180 lbs and has fair-tan skin. His hair is black and kept lightly cut, sometimes messy. His dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows give him a menacing look, added to the dark shade of his hair and choice of clothes sometimes. His build is muscular and he has a few moles, including one on his right upper chin and on his left cheek.
Personality:
+ + With People + +
Casey is very lighthearted and takes everything with a grain of salt. He doesn't think others are worth his time or emotional effort so he treats everyone as assets to a good time. He is sarcastic, playful and rather witty. His mentality is strong in personal endurance and stability, Casey is not an easy man to fool or get to. He has never loved before, and hopes never to. He isn't very sexual either. Casey just goes with the flow with other people, and keeps in mind that he is Casey Kobalt and will never go weak for anyone.
+ + With himself + +
The world is huge, the people are numerous, the opportunities are everywhere, and the fun is just beginning. Casey is no fool and when he sees something he likes, he wastes no time into pursuing it. He loves to just sit back and relax and enjoy the world as it is. Indulgent, greedy, needy, and satisfying are just a few words to describe him, along with materialistic and self-satisfying. Casey will buy/steal whatever he wants and eat whatever he feels. He NEVERS Hold back from anything and loves to just be himself, get what he wants, and enjoy every second he breathes. He never haves dull moments.
Likes:
- Blinking
- Stealing
- Getting new things
- All kinds of Food
- Money
- Luxury life
- Not working
- Being lazy
- Himself
- Men
- The color "red"
- The color "green"
- Cool air
- Autumn
- Chocolate
- Traveling the world
- Castles and mansions
- Expensive labels
- Bright days with no sunlight (clouds)
- Clothes
- Shopping
- Changing his look
- Mirrors
- Looking at himself
- Flirting
- Taking the world by storm
Dislikes:
- Witches
- Demons
- Magical creatures...except leprechauns
- If he lost his powers
- If he died
- Losing things
- Getting stolen from
- Any type of Interfering
- Being controlled
- Being restricted
History:
Long ago, a warlock by the name of Quentin Kobalt was born to an evil witch. Quentin was trapped in a cave all of his life and freed at age 21. He had only killed a total of two people. He stole the power of telepathy and used it to manipulate people. Quintin lived above ground enjoying life like a king.
Quentin chose a mid-aged witch to carry his child. He had warlock pride and wanted to multiply. It was very easy to do it now that he had telepathy. He did this at least every night choosing magical mothers so his children could be just as powerful as he was. But to make sure his blood would continue on he cursed his children, no matter how good they grew up, they would always discover their true nature.
Casey was born one of many "baby Quentin" warlocks 9 months later. He grew up as a witch-son with his mother, Lana. He didn't have any father figures around, nor any siblings. As an only child he was pampered and got anything he wanted.
When he was 17 years old, Casey decided he wanted to move out early. His mother had no objection, she trusted him and wanted her son to be happy. As Casey got a taste of what the "real world" was like, he cracked under pressure.
One day, he was having a party at his new apartment and afterwards had found out that someone had stolen his $4,347 in cash. Casey was Pissed! After talking to his friends and their friends who were at the party, he hunted down the person that did it. They had already spent most of it. Furious, Casey unable to control himself felt something deep inside of him crack. It didn't feel like Casey at all, it was pure evil. Casey beat the guy up and slammed his head in the car door until he was dead and ran him over with his own car (ironically the car was bought with Casey's stolen money).
Now, Casey has been living the good life. No more worries from trying to live like a mortal when he wasn't. It didn't take him a while to figure out he was after all truly a warlock. He left his mom alone, and never talked to her since. He didn't want her to get in his way, and he might have been evil, but he still recognized that woman as his mother, and he couldn't kill her. It has been six long years since. Now, Casey is starting to interact more with people after all of his luxury living. What's next in his life?
Family:
Mother: Lana Burrows, 48. Witch. No active powers.
Father: Quentin Kobalt,, Warlock. Telepathy and Conjuration
Siblings: warlocks...or witches(if they haven't turned yet) separated throughout the world
IC:
(Don't give him Telepathy, I just used that for the sample)
Casey danced his way through the crowd. He was obviously very drunk, but still had good composure. He first danced with a tall and brooding man then was taken by another. The two men got into a fight over him, and Casey just slipped away leaving them both. As he tripped and tipped through the thickness of the crowd, he finally found the bar, his best friend.
He plopped into a stool, next to a blonde. He eyed her and instantly got a vibe of...good. He grimaced at her. The bartender then looked at Casey. "Hello!...gimme what you gave before...straight!" he demanded a glint of both evil and drunkness in his eye. Two things that did not mix at all. He then drunk his drink and while placing it on the bar, decided he should investigate the woman beside him.
He focused and cleared his thoughts....well tried to. The club was shut out from his mind and he tuned in his power and listened to Juliet.
After mentally intruding, Casey had finished off his drink, without even noticing. He now knew that this woman was really good, here with her friend. Easy to give in, huh, he thought to himself. He was lately on a power streak, but now he just wanted to have fun. He could gain powers another day. He turned towards her.
"Drink up, it's the only way to deal with these people, trust me," he told her. In truth, he wanted to manipulate her. When he wasn't killing, he was busy turning good souls against each other. He loved it.
, Warlock. Telepathy and Conjuration
