[human] HONEYSCUTTLE, casey

Casey has a rounded baby face he still hasn't grown of, despite being 5'4" of twitching nerves. With dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled looks, it's no wonder it's hard for him to make friends. He tends to stick with faded jeans and flats, alternating between flannel shirts and hoodies to hide in. He isn't very strong and has a very thin frame, nearly impossible for him to put on weight.  

Despite being inflicted with his disorder, Casey can be rather organized about his things. With a proper sense of order he likes to make sure everything has a place. Rather attentive about his surroundings there's little he misses in terms of events and strange happenings. He tends to grow lonely and recognizes easily that others feel this way and in such is able to empathize with others easily. 

However he has bipolar disorder, and most days he's nothing but an easily triggered twitchy mess. He doesn't like to bathe, often forgetting or being absorbed in something he claims is far more important than washing. He tends to spin himself into an upset tizzy with his constant paranoia and looking over his shoulder, which doesn't make him the best student.

However probably his most notable quality is his inability to differentiate between friendships and romantic relationships. He basically considers everyone he's friend with a romantic partner, and trying to convince him otherwise only upsets him.

Casey's always felt his life was rather average. Perhaps peppered with small tragedies, but for the most part totally normal. A child of a father who vanished before he was born, and a mother who fell to her death from an airship, Casey was born and orphaned before he could really understand his position in life. Left with his only remaining family member, an aunt who lived in a small town, he was surrounded by vast forests with strange stories. Perhaps an odd place to build a life, but with her husband being a miner and the main source of income for the home, she made it work. Admittedly Casey could be described as a bit of a bitter child, resenting the lack of parents he had that made him a prime target for bullies in his neighborhood. Saviors come in all shapes and forms, and his was in journals and notebooks and adventures.

Stress piled on the household despite the brief respites from a child with bruised arms and swollen ankles. His uncle died when a tunnel in the mines collapsed, though he was sworn a hero for saving the lives of several others. Money was tight, and they fell into the percentage of lower class who could barely afford their home. Even with the struggles, Casey developed with a strong sense of knowing when he would have a meltdown due to his bipolar disorder, and even without the medications necessary to control it he could calm himself with his coping mechanisms that he secured.

Being naive and easily impressionable, he was caught and entranced by the ramblings of a local homeless man who whispered conspiracy theories into his ear, and planted paranoid delusions in his mind. Suddenly he was constantly looking over his shoulder and overthinking small things, tailing rumors and stories and writing constantly in a journal with something to prove. With an urgent sense of alarm and an inability to sleep a full night, Casey quickly became a wreck. Especially after being wrapped up in a local boy who enraptured Casey rather easily, who's life ended only a year after they had been dating violently after being gored by an angry bull. 

Finally his aunt had enough, and pushed them both to move to a small oceanside town with a small community.