Post by casper johnston. on Jan 13, 2008 3:48:44 GMT -5
baby britain feels the best,
let's talk about you,
name, tallie.
age, sixteen.
experience, plenty.
password, forty year old virgin.
casper neil johnston.
full name, casper neil johnston.
gender, male.
age, twenty-two.
sexuality, straight.
social status, citizen.
grade, n/a.
career, magazine photographer.
portrayed by, orlando bloom.
you put yourself apart,
likes,
• drinking & partying.
• girls, pretty girls.
• taking photos.
• feeling accomplished.
• football [or soccer].
• acting like an idiot.
• joking around.
• warm weather.
• the beach.
• surfing.
• originality.
• winning at things.
• emotional support.
• cigarettes.
• laughing.
• waking up late.
dislikes,
• straight-edge people.
• egotists & vanity.
• seriousness.
• responsibilities.
• time limits.
• the police.
• following the rules.
• commitment.
• serious relationships.
• unwanted advice.
• annoying children.
• it being too quiet.
• being told what to do.
• academics.
• awkwardness.
• speechlessness.
flaws,
• kind of a jerk.
• can't commit to anyone or anything.
• known to be very irresponsbile.
• can be somewhat obnoxious.
• curses too much.
• pushes people out of his life.
• hates sharing personal details.
• can't open up to anyone.
• has a hard time trusting people.
• a little OCD.
secrets,
• has started getting into the drug scene.
• afraid of commitment.
personality, Despite the clean cut way he always seems to dress, Casper is in reality, a little bit of an asshole. Many people look at him and get the first impression he's a nice guy, but as soon as he opens his mouth, something not so nice tends to spill out, and everything is ruined. People say that no one's perfect -- Casper is a prime target for that phrase. People want to believe that he's charming and wonderful, but he's just... not. When he wants to be charming, he can be, but it's most likely he'll show his true colors around anyone and everyone unless it's necessary to cover them. He's not afraid to blurt out some rude remark in earshot of whoever he's talking about, he tells it as it is, hurtfully truthful, and can be just plain mean. If he doesn't like you, he won't hide it, and will probably make your life a living hell if you continue to interfere in his breathing room, which is known to be a bit wider than most. Casper tends to hold grudges over stupid things, has a short temper, and sometimes it seems like he hates more people than he likes. He's picky when it comes to friends, and just because he sleeps with a girl doesn't mean he wants to keep in touch and become best friends with her. In fact, most of the time it's exactly the opposite.
Casper is a partier. Ever since he was a teenager, he's been running around the streets of London going to every pub and bar he could find, not really caring what state it's in or who goes there. Because of the wealthy status he was born into, people already knew who he was... He was able to get into pubs at age fourteen, and has been since. Casper is a people's person, and even though he can be total jackass, he knows how to talk people into things, and he knows what women want; or at least he thinks he does. He wouldn't be considered vain, he doesn't think about himself much at all, but he seems to have a way with words that can charm the most stubborn girl into bed with him. Many people have thought that drinking would eventually get to him, harm his brain, destroy his life. So far it hasn't, although it might control his life just the slightest. He drinks beer more than water, smokes more than a chimney, and recently has gotten a hold of cocaine, although he hasn't told anyone about the latter.
Even though he has more than enough enemies to deal with, that doesn't mean he's completely heartless or cruel. When he finds someone he likes, he sticks to it, and can be the most loyal friend you'll ever have. Casper has an immature and never ending sense of humor, and can turn absolutely anything into some kind of a joke. Some people consider him just plain stupid or childish, and in some ways, that's exactly what he is. He can't hold things in, can't help himself when he wants to say something. Randomly he'll burst out with something irrelevant without thinking, not caring what anyone around him would think. He'll look at a person with an obvious flaw and point it out on the spot if he finds it funny, which he most likely will. One thing he finds extremely important, however, is friendship. He loves his friends more than anything, and because he chooses them so carefully, he is fairly confident they'll stick with him.
Casper doesn't share secrets. No matter how close of a friend he has, he keeps the important things to himself, and doesn't have the guts to express them to another single soul. Of course on the other hand, he doesn't keep many secrets at all. Being extremely outgoing, willing to talk to anyone that crosses his path, he usually shares all aspects of his life with strangers. He has many problems and issues, but refuses to admit it, and is in constant denial. If someone tries to help him, he'll immediately push them right out of his life, rarely with any second chances. Someone tells him he drinks too much, and he'll walk out of the bar, erase the person from his memory, and never speak to them again. He takes most things as a joke, but if he's in the wrong mood and someone brings up something he considers serious, there's no turning back. It gets frustrating sometimes, and people have to behave around Casper like he's a bomb about to explode, and most just don't have that kind of patience.
If there's one plus side to Casper, it's that he's talented. Although he's always been terrible when it comes to school and academics, it's the complete opposite with anything resembling creativity. Art, music, particularly photography are strong points, and he's never afraid to exploit that. He can play the piano, guitar, trumpet, and violin, and has even written music before, but he doesn't have the voice to sing it with. Art used to be his passion before he found photography, which he stuck with in the end. No one can figure out what he does that makes his pictures result so spectacular, not even Casper really knows. He just goes along with it, and takes as many photos as possible. He's the type to go along with the flow, and rarely worries about anything. He doesn't see a point.
fights problems with bigger problems,
family members,
• father; matthew johnston [51]
• mother; cathleen monroe [47]
detailed history, Matthew Johnston and Cathleen Monroe's relationship never started out as serious, and never really was serious even as the couple grew in maturity. Matthew was wealthy, upper class, and had famous parents that had made a fortune on a petrol company years ago. Most everyone in London knew the name "Johnston", and even though he was only the son of the family people respected so much, the so called middle class folks looked at him as if he would strike them down at any moment. What got Matthew's attention about the girl by the name Monroe was that she reacted towards him in the complete opposite. She was first hired at a drugstore that Matthew went to often to pick up cigarettes, and every time, she would glare at him or give him the cold shoulder however she could. She hated him, and she made it clear, having no problems with the risk of being shunned by the Johnston's and having her reputation ruined. Matthew was competitive and liked a challenge, so naturally, the first thing he did was start flirting. It only took a few weeks for Cathleen to change her complete perspective on the bloke she used to hate, and it didn't take long for her to accept a date. So Matt and Cathy went out, and Matt and Cathy fell in love. Everything believed they were made for each other. Or at least they thought so.
Even though the couple honestly believed they were genuinely in love, they didn't want to get married. Matthew was in his middle twenties, Cathleen in her early, and they'd been together for two years; the pressure from the Johnston's soon became too much, and Matthew finally proposed. She was hesitant, but they were walking down the aisle two months later. It was almost as if Matthew's father was expecting it, and was pressuring him to get a wife before it happened, because just three weeks after the wedding, Matthew Johnston Sr. died of a stroke. In his will, he left his entire fortune to Matthew, and he became an instant millionaire.
Casper was born November thirtieth, on an extremely cold winter night, somewhere around three o'clock in the morning. Cathleen and Matthew didn't even intend on having children, let alone this early in their marriage, but because of Matthew's strict hate of abortions, nothing could really be done about it. Besides, they had more than enough money, and so Casper was born into a wealthy environment. Ironically, he was the total opposite as a baby and child as he is today. He was brought up mainly by nannies, as his parents went out almost every night. He was given anything he wanted, but the women who raised him made sure he didn't turn out too spoiled to some extreme extent, at least. In school he made friends easily, was a fast learner, and everyone seemed to think he was the most adorable little child they'd seen in their entire lives. Their opinions changed as soon as the boy hit seven; after that, he turned into a mini terror. Casper started cursing at age eight, had fights in primary school, and basically started slacking off in his school work. No one knew why the sweet little kid changed so much, and Casper refused to talk to any councilors or teachers about what was wrong. The real reason was upsetting, and the boy was embarrassed because of it.
He was only twelve years old when his parents filed for a divorce. Casper never knew his father too well, and was surprised when he realized that he missed him when the court ordered that custody would be in Cathleen's name. Casper knew it was coming, but didn't dare say anything to anyone else. He had been coming down the long staircase late at night, when he was woken up by his parents fighting. Matthew was drunk, and basically abused Cathleen, hitting her multiple times and using threats to intimidate her. Shocked, Casper never mentioned it, and even though he witnessed it happening plenty of other times, he never said a word. This continued for about a year before one night, Matthew took it too far, and Cathleen called the police. The famous Mr. Matthew Johnston was arrested and sent to jail. The incident was publicized everywhere, and Casper was sent to his aunt's until the court's verdict was for him to stay in his mother's custody. Even though none of it could have possibly been Cathleen's fault, Casper blamed her for it, and has hated her ever since. He had been closer to his father, or at least wanted to believe that, and now that entire relationship, his future, everything was ruined. He was able to visit Matthew every other weekend after he completed the rehabilitation course. Even after he completed it, Casper found that he couldn't find the strength to see him.
The drinking started at only age fourteen. Taking any and every opportunity to get out of the house, Casper would walk around London finding anything to do, and would hang out with any friends or people he happened to come across. Many of his friends simply used him for his money and popularity, and eventually taught him to be careful when choosing them. Cathleen felt helpless when it came to raising her son; she tried to ground him when she found cigarettes or booze in his room, tried to tell him not to do certain things, and tried to limit him from going out of the house on weekends, but everything made him hate her more, and just made the situation worse. After awhile, she stopped trying. As soon as he turned eighteen and graduated secondary school, Casper moved out and rented his own apartment on the other side of the city. He was offered a job by a popular magazine company as a photographer, and he took it up immediately. They were offering him a good amount of money, and it didn't seem to interfere with his social life, so he took it up, hoping it would last him the rest of his life.
show us what you're made of,
Fooooooood. Now what in the hell would a girl like Lily Tillerman be doing in a supermarket selling organic crap? Well, first off, the place wasn't only selling organic crap, it was selling organic crap that was supposedly good for you. It was expensive, and probably the only type of people that shopped there were either old, retired folk or immensly rich people that could afford to spend their money on expensive, rather pointless things. Obviously since Lily was only seventeen years old, it was the latter that brought her there. In most cases, Lily was the type of girl that everyone hated. It would be somewhat tedious to name all the reasons that didn't have anything to do with her walking through the entrance to Whole Foods, but one of the reasons that did relate to that subject would be the fact she has an extremely high metabolism, and an extremely small, skinny frame. Much to the rest of her female lunch time observers hate, she was able to wolf down tons of junk food and never put on so much as an ounce. Which comes back to the question of what she was doing. First of all, she was being told to drive down there, and get her mother some "nice, healthy sandwiches." If Lily was feeling like her usual, bratty self, she would have told her dear old mother to get Dave, the chauffeur, to do it his freaking self, since wasn't that his job? But because she wasn't in a usual mood, and because she felt an unrelenting desire to get the fuck out of the house, she instead decided to kill some time by doing it herself. God, that was a first, as Mrs. Tillerman pointed out as her daughter grabbed her keys, and scuffled out of the large house.
The reason that Lily wanted to get out of the house so damn badly was for a couple reasons. One, because it was Saturday morning and she hadn't been anywhere since Friday afternoon, and Two, because she was "sick," and no one would get her any freaking Ibuprofen. Well, she didn't exactly ask anyone for any, but in her point of view, they should have realized she was sick, and they should've gotten it without being asked. In reality, the only thing wrong with her was that she had a slightly stuffed up nose, and throughout the morning, her eyes had been watering. Those couple symptoms meant the end of the world to Lily, and she could've been dying for what she knew. After waking up at around 8:00am and realizing she had caught something, she proceeded to have a shower, run the blow dryer over her dripping hair, and put it up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She watched music videos on VH1 for as long as the program ran for, and it was around that time when her mother had called her downstairs for the Sandwiches Speech. Figuring that she looked good if she got dressed or not, even if she was sick, Lily didn't even bother with changing out of what she slept in that night.
Making sure to dramatically trudge as slowly as possible out the door while sniffing and snuffling as loudly as possible, she changed her pace drastically as soon as she shut the door behind her. She was able to practically sprint down the extravagant, long driveway, jump into her silver Range Rover, and skid down to the exit to the subdivision in almost sixty seconds flat. And all of that was performed by a very sick girl.
Fifteen minutes after annoying early morning work-goers with her too high bass, she proceeded to walk into Whole Foods. Only having been in the place a couple times before in her life, she awkwardly stood in the middle of the store, the security camera pointing at her, revealing her entire self on the mini television screen hanging from the ceiling. Her blond hair was still in that messy bun on the top of her head from earlier, except now it was even messier from her lying on it. Lily was wearing navy blue sweatpants with a white line down the side, which were currently slipping slightly off her hips, revealing her midriff. A lime green tank top that reached only to her bellybutton covered her top half, and she carried a red and black striped hobo-style bag over her right shoulder. The tip of the girl's nose was somewhat red, contrasting the rest of her almost creamy, too perfect skin. Her black eyeliner was a little smudged, but not enough to make her look like the Grudge or anything. On this Saturday morning, Lily Tillerman looked almost like a normal human being. She was still her pretty little princess self, even with a small case of allergies, but compared to some other times, she was almost ordinary.
She stood in the center of the supermarket with her arms crossed for a few moments, looking somewhere between being frustrated and confused; she looked around, saw where the Pharmacy was, and went to grab some medicine for her deadly illness. She found the Ibuprofen with not so much as a problem, but finding the damn sandwiches was another matter altogether. "Ugh..." she muttered under her breath with a snuffle. Why did things always have to be so difficult? Didn't an employee realize she was struggling? Realizing that she was in the completely wrong section, Lily changed direction, and went towards what she looked like the produce area, but which was really a soup aisle. She was already beginning to get agitated, and she wasn't even close to finding those pesky pre-made sandwiches. Life was out to get her, and she knew it the moment she woke up.
