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Full Name: Caspian Jonathan York
Nickname/Alias: Caspar (Used More Instead Of His Actual Name)
Age/Date Of Birth: 10 - 14 - 1980 | Thirty Four Years Old
Race: Human
Occupation: Police Detective
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Milo Ventimiglia
Abilities
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Special Inventory
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Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Healthy Food
❤ Working Out
❤ Peaceful Music Like Mozart Beethoven or songs with chanting in it.
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Dumb Pranks (Maybe just the one's his brother Lyle likes to pull)
✗ Seeing Kids Afraid Or Hurt
✗ Commotion
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ People. More so he is afraid of what people might do. This is something that started because of his uncle hurting him. He's not too trusting with people who have any type of object that he deems could be used to hurt him. Whips, chains, and cigarettes are what he is mostly uncomfortable with. He tries his best to keep this from people, and he is usually good at doing so.
☬ The dark. It's not that he can't tolerate the dark, or be in it, he can. However he cannot be in total darkness, he HAS to have some kind of light. He sleeps with either a hall light on and the door cracked or his bathroom light on. He also has a bright ass blue alarm clock so his room is usually lit enough.
☬ His night terrors. He has scary, horrible, nightmares which he classifies as night terrors. When he has them he literally screams or runs in his sleep and is woken up by it.
☬ Failing or messing up. This is another fear generated by his uncle. He can't mess up, he can't. If he does something wrong or makes mistake, he should have to pay. Usually, if the mistake is big enough he will take drastic measures to correct himself.
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Be A Good Police Detective
★ To Not Mess Up
★ To Find Mrs Caspian York.
Personality:
Caspar is an over all nice guy. He's friendly and sweet and is in fact 'in touch with his feminine side'. He likes chick flick movies, hell he can even shed a tear or so if the scene is powerful enough. He wasn't always this way however because as a young kid he was a loud, sometimes even obnoxious person. He was the class clown and he was always cracking jokes, even at the worse times. He liked to rebel a lot back then and because of it he got mixed up with the wrong crowd and messed around with some drugs, it was just bad. He changed however when he was sent to live with his uncle.
If he messes up greatly or makes a big mistake Caspar tends to hurt himself when alone. He gets on his knees, his shirt off, and he whips himself however many times he thinks is needed to teach himself a lesson. He does this because it is his uncle who use to whip him when he was younger, now it's something he has to do. Caspar is so messed up inside that he thinks that his uncle was just trying to teach him a lesson and that it's okay but other time's he hates his uncle. He has recently begun studying Buddhism, trying to change and find happiness through it.
He's very kind and compassionate, showing concern for other's problems and tries to show comfort where he can. That being said he also likes to encourage people to eat healthy and he has his own personal rule; if he doesn't use it he won't put his money or work into it. What that means is he won't buy junk food for other's or make them something to eat that he personally wouldn't eat. Caspar is a smoker at times even though he rarely does anymore, working on quitting. He's quit a lot of other habits he's had and each has been a struggle for the man as he is easily addicted to things he tries. Alcohol, Tobacco, Drugs, he's been down all of those roads and luckily he's managed to quit all but the smoking.
Lucky enough Caspian is also a very driven person. When he sets his mind to something he sticks through it, so that helps with battling his addictions. It's because of this that he is so good with his job and that he was able to turn his life around as much as he did. Now the only thing he's looking for now is someone to spend his life with, someone to love deeply and when he looks into their eyes to know that they love him just as much. He's been on the dating scene for a while now but nothing ever really works out or get's too serious. He feels like he's gotten to the right age and he feels like he's finally in the right place to finally find that special someone to call Mrs. York.
When he first meets a person he has a hard time coming up with what to say and he looks down a lot, or just avoids eye contact altogether. This is a big problem with him on first dates that he has gone on through online dating services. Once he's met and talked to the person some and get's comfortable around them he is able to be himself more and open up.
Traits
✧ Sweet
✧ Kind Hearted
✧ Calm
✧ Driven
✧ Compassionate
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Too hard On Himself
✦ Addictive Personality
✦ Shy
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Parents: Timothy Frederick York (Father) and Heather York (Mother)
Siblings: Timothy Jr York (Brother), Dana York (Sister), Lyle York (Brother), and Bonnie York (Sister)
Other Family: Giovita Andrea Simmons (Grandmother) Danielle Hankerbrooke (Aunt), Marla Jenkins (Aunt), Billy Simmons (Uncle)
Important Others: N/A
History:
Caspian was the second born to Timothy and Heather York. Growing up in the York house promised to be full of excitement and drama since he had an older brother and three younger siblings. There was the twins, Lyle and Dana, but there was also Bonnie who was a bit of a.... Crazy little girl. They were a decent sized family which the neighbors labeled... Dysfunctional.
There was more to the York's however and Caspar was only the age of eight when he learned about the supernatural. It was late one night and Caspar heard banging and crashing coming from downstairs. At the time Timothy was ten, Lyle and Dana were five, and Bonnie was three years old. Caspar was the only one who woke up from the commotion... Or well, the child actually had to use the bathroom. Caspar slowly crept out of his room and went down the stairs but what he saw scared the piss right out of him, almost literally. Timothy York, his father, was fighting something with fangs. The young boy would say that they resembled the jaws of a shark. The thing was over powering his father and in the heat of the moment he grab a broken leg from their coffee stand and ran up behind the creature, stabbing it through it's back with as much force as the little boy could muster. The monster turned around, ready to rip out the boy's throat but before it had the chance it's head was rolling onto the floor. Caspar's father decapitated the attacker from behind, causing the blood from it to splatter all over the eight year old.
After it was all said and done, and Caspar finally cleaned up and used the restroom he sat with his father at the dining table where he was told about the supernatural. The thing that was in their house was called a vampire, things Caspar thought was just something for books and movies, like Lost Boys. Caspar wasn't really expected to follow in his father's footsteps but he still wanted to learn about everything that was out there... About all the things that go bump in the night.
He learned a lot about the supernatural but by the age of thirteen Caspar ran into a bit of trouble. It was a rebellious stage, many kids go through them. Caspar on the other hand actually got a bit out of hand. He was doing drugs, breaking and entering, skipping school, he just was being a bad seed. The York parents, being who they were, were very strict on the young teen. They tried many things before eventually coming to the conclusion that they would ship him off to his Uncle Bill up the state. Bill, or Billy, was actually a military veteran and that's why the parents thought it would be a good idea to send Caspar to live with him for a while... They were wrong.
Bill turned out to be a very abusive and angry man. He disciplined Caspian even when he didn't do anything wrong. At first it was just beatings, being chained down to his bed and left for a day or so with no food or bathroom privileges. As time went on the man got meaner and meaner and started to burn the teenager with cigarettes. When Caspar was sixteen however he got a girl pregnant and... That's when his Uncle began to whip him on his back with long leather whips and sometimes his belt. Caspar never once told anyone. He never asked to come home. His Uncle made it sound like he was still the way he was when they sent the kid to him so he could continue to hurt Caspar. Caspian didn't think they would believe him, or they would be angry at him, or they wouldn't care and that they would make him stay anyways... So it became a secret.
When it was all over and done Caspar was a changed young man. He wasn't rebellious anymore but he was broken down to the core of his soul. It didn't work out with Caspar and his child's mother and she got custody. He would see his kid and would pay child's support with the little money he did make and eventually he was able to leave and go to college after graduating.
Caspar has made something of himself now, he's become a police detective. His son is seventeen now and he's his whole world. He helps hunters with legal matters when he can and he does some hunts on his own if he notices something supernatural taking place nearby.
Alias: Hell Hound
How did you find us?: I think I made this site... Didn't I?... Right?... Wait, who am I?....
Experience: I feel like it's quite a bit.
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RP Sample:
Dean watched as the young blonde suddenly stood up and held out her hand. She was leaving? Dean couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment. Little did he know the blonde thought Dean was trying to get rid of her even though that was not his intentions. He also stood and took her hand shaking it lightly but firmly, the electrical shock he felt earlier not as strong as the first time. When she leaned over and kissed his cheek it took him a little off guard. Her warm yet moist lips sent a feeling much stronger then the electrical shocks he felt earlier every time they made slight contact. What was it about this girl?.... It was something very different, he felt an almost... pull to her like she was a magnet and he was just a fine piece of metal. Again, his mind blamed it on the fact that he was in Purgatory for a year and this was really the first time he had been with a girl alone in quite sometime.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
Dean took her phone and put the number in, all the while realizing that she would probably never call. He knew better then anyone that you don't give the person your number you get theirs. He handed her the phone and their fingers brushed against each other. She put the phone back in her bag.
"Thank you again,"
As she looked at him, their eyes met once again, gazing into one another's for a split moment before a small sigh escaped her lips. Before Dean could ask what was wrong a knock and a small voice came from outside the door.
"Housekeeping!"
Dean immediately furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell was housekeeping coming around at this time? It wasn't right, and Dean knew it. He had been living in motels forever, it wasn't time for this. Not only that, but Dean had specifically asked to keep housekeeping away until after he was done with the room, just something he started doing just in case he planned on staying a while. Dean went to grab Bethany's arm as she turned to open the door but wasn't quick enough.
"Wait, don't- - "
Beth opened the door and there stood a rather small middle aged woman with with black hair pulled into a pony-tail and a light blue cleaning uniform. Dean's eyebrows stayed furrowed as he looked at the woman but her words sent a shier down his spine and blood pumping his heart even faster.
"Hello, Bethany,"
The woman's eyes turned coal black and her cold, devilish half-smile sent another shiver down Dean's spine when suddenly Beth was sent flying into the wall. The demon sped in, the door slamming behind her. It was if she didn't notice Dean, that she didn't even care that he was standing there as her glare stayed hooked on Bethany who was now being pinned to the wall with telekinesis. As she was being held there a coat hook stabbed through the poor girl's left shoulder.
Dean's index finger on his right hand twitched as he stood there for a second. Before long the Winchester was moving and pulling out a canteen of holy water from under his pillow. Thankfully back when he got the credit cards Dean also got the basics, salt, holy water, borax, the works. He quickly spun around a toss a bit at the demon, making her grab at her face and scream as she steamed. Thanks to the sudden pain, the demon's hold on Bethany was gone and she fell to the floor. Dean quickly sprinkled more on the demon and moved in front of the door.
The woman stood there, her hands covering her face as she was bent over and looking down. She slowly lifted her head and pulled her hands away. Her eyes going wide and the pitch black being even more visible.
"Dean Winchester?!"
The demon shrieked and as she went to quickly leave the body Dean kicked with full force and she was pushed back, falling on a rug set up at the foot of the bed. She looked up quickly at the ceiling seeing nothing and frowned, trying to leave again but when she couldn't her eyes shot to Dean. Dean walked over slowly and smirked, lifting up the corner of the rug revealing a devils trap. He spoke in a low and cocky tone.
"Got you, bitch."
The demon squinted her eyes and tilted her head as Dean got up and rushed over to Beth.
"You..... I heard you were gone, everyone did. How are you here?"
Dean ignored the demon and squatted to Bethany's side, his eyes full of concern. He looked at her and upon seeing her injury he quickly wrapped his arm around her and helped her up.
"Don't worry... You'll be okay... I'll fix you up."
Dean walked her over to the bed and sat her down, ways away from the demon. After looking at her wound again, he looked into her eyes.
"Hang in there..."
Dean turned around and walked up to the demon, standing right outside of the devil's trap.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He nodded back at Beth. "What do you want from her?"
"Not going to make me talk, Winchester." The demon shook her head and smirked.
"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows as
he splashed more water in her face causing her to hiss. "Sure about that?"
The demon decided not to respond and Dean's anger and disgust took over.
"Fine. " Dean looked down at her, his glare latched onto her and not going anywhere. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,
omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."
They'll love to know you are back!" The demon growled at Dean, causing him to pause a moment. "Yeah, well tell them I sent you." Dean paused again with a slight smirk and then he finished the exorcism. "Ergo, draco maledicte.
Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire,
te rogamus, audi nos."
A cloud of black smoke came spewing violently from the woman's mouth and when down through the floor. Dean took a breath and quickly turned around to see Beth. He swallowed and walked quickly back over to Beth, sitting on the bed next to her.
"I..... should patch you up now."
The body of the woman laid there, not moving as she was gone. Dean reached over to the nightstand, bending over Beth slightly and pulling open the drawer revealing some medical equipment.
I (Caspian York) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (Batman)
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