KING, casey victoria

[casey victoria king]

casey victoria king

go ahead and sell me out and i'll lay your shit bare.

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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN

[/b] casey victoria king
nicknames: king, mighty midget, cherry
sex: female
age: sixteen
birthday: may fifteenth
grade: junior
orientation: sophomore
diagnosis: impulse-control disorder, level three
problem: intermittent explosive disorder, oppositional defiant disorder, conduct disorder, night terrors
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING

[/b] her hair is a lovely orangey-red, honestly on most people it probably wouldn't look as fantastic-- on her though? it looks absolutely lovely. it compliments her skin color well, whilst giving her normally pale skin a hint of desperately needed color.
eyes: casey's eyes are a deep green, think of a nice dark hunter mixed with some brown flecks--truly an earthy tone, often brought out by very contrasting makeup.
face: heart shaped
body: at only four feet, ten inches-- she's very petite and cute. easy to pick up, despite being so small she's very toned due to kickboxing and fighting.
fashion: it honestly depends on her mood-- she can dress from everything to jeans and a tee shirt to heels and she dresses how she feels. She's one of the few people you can't judge by the way she dresses.
playby: hayley williams
overall: casey is easily noticeable, minus the fact that she's extremely short. her bright red hair speaks enough for her, but her style is a mix of elegant meets street. she easily adapts to any social situation, and often can blend in a-la-chameleon.
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH

[/b] art, music, doing hair, going to concerts, partying, having a good time, honesty, rockabilly, creepers ( the shoe ), zombies, hair color, diet coke, honey mustard, kickboxing, fighting, sneaking out, machiavelli, boston, body modification, the feeling of being tattooed, loud music, dubstep, dancing, dresses, oxfords, stupid cartoons, disney movies, positivity, intelligence, her books.
dislikes: liars, shit talkers, scumbags, dumb bitches, people telling her she's 'sick', most people, really bad hair, whiny kids, people who bitch about their life without thinking of any solutions, really slutty people, pity parties, pessimism, wannabe tough guys, people who break their promises, hypocrites.
strengths: unwavering determination, loyal to a fault, brutally honest, magnetic personality, extremely funny, resourcefull.
weaknesses: extremely stubborn, tends to see things in black and white with no gray area, self saboteur, quick to anger, slightly naive in the love department, holds a grudge.
secrets: the reason she's here is for killing her brother when he tried to rape her, her parents said she was overreacting and because of that she ended up slamming her mother's face into a wall, she was disowned by her family.
worst memory: being disowned by her family.
best memory: winning her first fight against a girl in fourth grade.
desires: to become a successful hair stylist, to move to san diego.
pet peeves: people who walk too slow, people who only say negative things, vanilla scented anything.
overall: there are a lot of things casey is seen as. a bitch, a fighter, brave, a total idiot, even a rebel. casey is not a pushover, in any sense. she will not take abuse from anyone, staff, or student. she's a determined girl who is still a kid at heart. forced to grow up quickly at a young age, she can handle herself extremely well-- for the most part. like most people, she loses her cool, and in that sense she's a monster. an absolute beast, with a no-holds bar when it comes to taking it out on those who have those coming to them.
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS

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darren andrew king, forty-seven
maria evelyn king, forty-two
siblings:
nathan andrew king, deceased
other relatives:
n/a
history:
casey was born to what was seen as the most perfect family, darren king was a senator, and maria was a trophy wife. their son nathan was a beautiful young man, their latest addition to the family was destined for great things... at least, that's what they believed. when casey was eight she began to be molested by her older brother. the abuse lasted for four years-- when she was twelve she began to fight back. her parents believed she was crying for attention. they would never believetheir darling son was capable of such deprave acts. so, instead of acknowledging it... they shut it out of their minds completely. after all, their son was perfect-- it was their daughter that was delusional.

when casey was thirteen, she had enough with being called a liar. she had enough with being called delusional. she changed, it was only when her friend's sister brought her to her first show that she put things in perspective. that night, her brother wanted her-- and she wanted him dead. so she killed him, and that set off something primal inside her. casey was no longer sweet casey. she was king. she was a monster, she was a beast. she killed her brother, disposed of his body in the nearby woods. they didn't find his body until six months later, and they didn't find out it was her until she turned fifteen. it was after a show, it was insane... since the murder she had become this partying girl who worked out.. a girl who could hold her own. someone who studied machiavelli and de gaulle.

she wanted to rebel against everything she had been told was law. after an intense lie-detector test the truth was out. the media was in an uproar, but they didn't see it from her side of things. no one did, which was what caused her to beat the crap out of her mom for saying she had it coming to her-- if someone did rape her. after that, it was the last straw... and she was sent here, where they thought she would 'reform'. yeah, sure. reform. 'cause suppressing the truth only makes it better, right mom and dad?
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO

[/b] daisy
your age: nineteen
time zone: est
other characters: none
rp sample:
had it not been for the music scene, cadence honestly didn't know where she would be today... probably on cocaine, following her brother's footsteps. the crimson haired girl sighed and looked out the window of the van as it drove to the venue. the driver to her left was their guitarist, a silly man who wore his heart on his sleeve. he thought too much about everything. granted, cadence was the same way, but she decided that he was worthy of being fun of because of it. the bloodhound gang played over the stereo, and she couldn't help but crack a soft smile at how rediculously stupid the lyrics were.

the venue came into the view of the emerald eyed girl, her french tipped nails tapped against her thigh. the pipsqueak grew more impatient with every minute that passed. the show tonight was on the bigger side, and she was playing with some friends' bands. "cady, chill!" one of the taller men in the backseat laughed as grabbed her shoulder and shaking her gently, "everything is gonna be fine, ya just gotta calm down." the band had a sixth sense when it came to their vocalist's uneasiness, and they were also aware that her brother lied to her. he said, he promised he'd be at the fucking show tonight. where was he now? fucking asher.

cadence wasn't going to lie, this asher girl? she was really fucking getting on the small girl's nerves. her own brother irritated her even more, the peachy skinned girl looked all around huntington to hang out with him today, and he didn't even bother calling. she had to hear from his fucking girlfriend online. had cadence not logged on at the right time, she would have waited outside all fucking night. she should have fucking left, nothing had fucking changed. he was still the self absorbed douche he had been since he started doing cocaine, sobriety didn't change shit.

speaking of which, her leg was still agitating her, although it was wrapped tight in an gauze bandage. pressure to the ache, at least it lessened the pain. the car was literally seconds from the venue, and people were all ready everywhere. as the van was parked, and everyone came out, cadence's small hands grabbed one of the merch bins, and the display. christmas lights still wrapped around the steel rack. the vocalist glanced around for a familiar face, one that she'd never find in a crowd like this. checking in, she watched as the person drew a large uppercase 'b' on the back of her hand. some of the bands smirked at her, she decided to set up their area a bit away from the rest of the groups. despite how happy she seemed, she was still bummed out. cracking her knuckles, she sat down as her bandmates came in one after the other with their merch.

once doors opened, the girl looked to their bassist who shrugged. there were so many little scenesters, it irritated cadence that most of these kids were in it because they wanted to look good. they weren't here for the music, they were here for a fucking hook up. it honestly made the four foot, nine inch girl angry beyond belief; ashamed to come to shows. to be associated with such vapid, shallow disgraces to the music scene. then she saw boys, large, tattooed, crazy ass dudes. cadence heart skipped a beat. she always loved dudes with tattoos, tough dudes with tattoos who threw down during a heavy band's set. they made her more happier then seeing xAFBx in boston. needless to say, it was a feat.

so the girl looked down at her phone, puma clad feat tapping the ground as she looked at the chat room, no one was responding. it was time for her to type random shit. she was just pissed, and frustrated, and bored... not a good combination, now cadence just needed a dude here. any guy to get her mind off this shit.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO

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