“How wild it was to let it be.”
Casimir Lincoln LipińskiNickname:
Any shortenings of Casimir are viewed with mild irritation. No preferred nicknames, although he does tend to use Lincoln as a first name in his professional life.Date of Birth:
December 10th, 1992Age:
(Recently) SingleSexually Active:
CaucasianIn Depth Appearance:
Casimir is 5'9" and has a vaguely athletic build, though is not particularly intimidating. He's always been known as a pretty boy: blonde hair, sharp grey eyes and flawless skin. He has no piercings and no tattoos, but several scars. Some of those are the side-effect of having an active lifestyle, one is from when he accepted a dare to get hit over the head with a chair, and the rest are mysterious and unexplained.Hobbies:
In general, Casimir dresses quite generically. It's not surprising to see jeans on a wannabe rock musician, after all. It is, however, clear that he has no idea how to dress for the Florida weather, and owns far too many turtlenecks and leather jackets to be comfortable in the heat.
↠ Karaoke (Signature Song: Stereophonics - Dakota)
↠ Winter Sports - Snowboarding, Skiing, Ice-Skating
↠ Smoking. Currently pretending to quit, using nicotine patches.Likes:
↠ Staying up late, waking up early: burning the candle at both ends.
↠ Tapping beats with everyday objects.
↠ Guitars - in particular, his own.Dislikes:
↠ Cold weather, especially minus temperatures.
↠ Girls (heart-breaker).
↠ Classical music, rock music, 80s music...
↠ The existence of Tinder.
↠ Comic books and figurines.
↠ Heat and humidity.Fears:
↠ Commitment (breaking up is a hassle).
↠ Receiving gifts, compliments or kindness.
↠ Paranoid, mean or aggressive drunks.
↠ His hometown - anywhere's better than there.
↠ Chasing fame and fortune.
↠ Public humiliation.Personality:
↠ Freezing to death.
Casimir is stoic to his very core, and he thinks that emotions aren't something to be let out of the mental lockbox in which they are stored. He is dismissive of those who wear their hearts on their sleeves and cry or complain in public. Vulnerability is a pet peeve of his. If one thing is certain, it is that he is not a shoulder you want to cry on. This stoicism extends to other social situations that he has always had difficulty with. It is difficult to make Casimir laugh. It's not that he doesn't find things funny, it's just that he doesn't show it other than through secretive smiles - and even those are rare. Is he humourless? Does he just not get the jokes? Close friends know that he's just deadpan, and his sense of humour is absurdist.Background:
He is not heartless. His friend warned him, when he considered applying for the show, that, "They might give you a bad edit; you could be the bad guy." At the same time, however, it is equally likely that Casimir gets to show a more sympathetic side. He is helpful in quiet ways: feeding stray cats, turning on the coffee machine before anyone wakes up, looking out for drunken friends in case someone wants to take advantage of them. There are also extreme occasions when Casimir picks up trinkets and gifts that he knows a friend might like, or does something outrageously sweet (that is also out of character for him, according to those who don't know him). He doesn't expect thanks for it, or anything in return.
Of course, Casimir is also a happy, friendly drunk, and it's easy to convince him to do anything, including stunts that would be best done sober. Given how he loves a dare with or without liquor, danger is never an issue he thinks about. To that end, he's the life and soul of the party: the crazy guy who has no self-preservation instinct who just wants validation from friends.
Finally, Casimir isn't the smartest folk when it comes to stuff learned in school, but he's pretty astute when it comes to people. Although he downplays it, he's also a talented musician, and all that's holding him back is his own lack of ambition. He likes music for music's sake, like one of those artsy, creative types, and that's something he'll never admit.
Casimir was born to first-generation Polish immigrants living in Juneau, Alaska. His mother spent most of her childhood in the United States, naturalized, but his father was a stubborn old man who migrated in later life - at age thirty - and even by the time his son was born he would not speak more than a few words of English. That was one of the many rules of the household: if he was at home, he could only speak his father's mother-tongue. Of course, by the time Casimir was old enough to play outside, he was always outside, so the point was moot.Miscellaneous:
There was never much to do in Juneau, especially when it started getting dark so early. Casimir's mother tried very hard to encourage him to read books and do homework, but the only thing he seemed excited to study was for his piano lessons. Casimir was neither an academic nor a sporty kid. It was not that he was unathletic, but he never sat well on any sports teams, and was kicked from both his middle school's football and baseball teams for fighting with teammates. Skiing and snowboarding were preferable, because he didn't have to rely on, "Someone else not fucking up, because they always do," as he once said when he was thirteen years old. Casimir also spent three months in figure-skating classes (following his mother in interests) but his dad laughed him out of it, and shame is a great motivator.
He didn't have many friends as a kid for quite a few reasons. One - he didn't go to classes. Truancy was never punished. Two - he got in too many fights, mostly because of the chip in his shoulder, a mile wide, from being 'poor'. And finally, three - he didn't have an allowance to do fun stuff, like go to the movies or even buy lunch at school, so group outings were a no go. He was the unfriendly music kid who sang in the choir until his voice broke, liked by the music teachers for his talent but few others due to his disruptions in their classes.
If he wasn't alone, he occasionally hung about with some like-minded miscreants on the streets. They didn't necessarily like him at first, but they didn't tell him to piss off, and that was enough for him - especially since once they warmed up to him, he could get the occasional free beer. They didn't do much apart from breaking windows and sneaking into bars with fake IDs, but Casimir did meet his 'mentor' figure, Jason, who introduced him both to underage drinking and the wonders of the guitar.
Casimir's interest in music grew. Piano recitals became a thing of the past as he focused more on his own guitar, and a friend of a friend invited him to play a few gigs as a reserve guitarist when he was sixteen. Much to his father's dismay, this was his passion. He might have worked weekends at his dad's store, but he was always practicing on full volume at home. Admittedly, he could have been quieter, but since he was a confrontational kid who didn't like putting up with injustice, starting arguments with his father wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Eventually, he was kicked out of the house. He had favours to call in and couches to surf on until he was on his feet.
Life as a starving artist treated him well, but there was no way for him to grow his audience. Hence, his girlfriend at the time suggested he look into reality TV. He immediately consulted Jason, who tutted, and said that he'd have to play up a character. Casimir was well aware that his girlfriend wanted to be the eye-candy on his arm, but he was in a good mood. Who wouldn't be happy to go along with something that might involve a free move to one of the most vibrant cities in the USA? It was surprising that the interviews went so well, but he supposed anecdotes of "that one time I nearly froze to death in a blizzard" and other tales were exciting enough to get him in.
As to how he reacted to the news? Mild apathy. To some extent, it was just another job. Casimir always thought he would be good at drama and acting, and that it was a shame he'd missed out on it during high school. Everyone knows that "reality TV" is all carefully edited for maximum entertainment value. One final change taken just before he packed was breaking up with his girlfriend. The whole long-distance thing wasn't going to work out for him.
((Favourite TV Show: at the moment, Sense8 or The Expanse.))