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| NAME: |
Casey Harper, He refuses to use the name given to him at birth.
| ALIAS: |
Puck, Referred to by some as the King of the Fairies. They're not too far off.
| AGE: |
Appears around 16
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Faerie Physiology:
Magical Potential:
Chlorokinesis:
Hallucinogenic Dust:
Immortality:
Bilingual:
Botany:
Like the rest of the fair folk, Casey has pointed “elf-like” ears, black eyes with no pupils, and a mass of brightly coloured hair atop his head; in Casey’s case, this is mint green. Casey also appears extremely light on his feet, with him able to move from place to quickly and quietly, as if he is flying.
Magical Potential:
Due to his ancestry, Casey has a strong capacity to manipulate mystical energy, which he often uses to perform a whole of spells or enchantments. Casey regularly makes use of sleeping spellings, something which is his speciality.
Chlorokinesis:
While Casey, most likely due to his faerie physiology, has a seemingly mystical connection to the plant world through a force called the Green. While he isn’t able to manipulate and animate plants, Casey can speak to them, as well as “encourage” them to grow.
Hallucinogenic Dust:
Unknown to simply be a feature of his faerie physiology or due to his magical abilities, with a wiggle of his fingers, Casey can produces spores which if inhaled or taken in through skin-contact can cause powerful visual and auditory hallucinations.
Immortality:
Like most faeries, Casey is immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging and will cease to continue aging once he reaches adulthood.
Bilingual:
Casey can speak, read, and write both English and Fey, the ancient language of his people, fluently.
Botany:
Probably due to his chlorokinesis abilities, Casey has always loved plants. Because of this, he decided to look into the field in his spare time.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Whereas the mighty Superman’s one true weakness is Kryptonite, Casey’s weakness, shared with the rest of the fair folk is cold iron. A blow from a weapon made out of it could possibly weaken Casey enough to nearly kill him. Numerous other well-known methods of warding off faeries also have a considerable affect against him, which makes his life quite problematic sometimes. These include; wearing clothing inside out, church bells, four-leaf clovers and even bread embarrassingly. Casey doesn’t know why but he just feels faint around the stuff.
Casey needs to be able to speak to perform a large number of his enchantments due to having to chant the necessary incantation. This means that if he can’t speak, then he can’t use any of his spells. This doesn’t apply to his hallucinogenic dust however, nor his chlorokinesis.
Casey needs to be able to speak to perform a large number of his enchantments due to having to chant the necessary incantation. This means that if he can’t speak, then he can’t use any of his spells. This doesn’t apply to his hallucinogenic dust however, nor his chlorokinesis.
| SAMPLE POST: |
“Oi, fairy boy! What the fuck you doing?”
“Is he actually talking to a tree? Is this for real.”
Casey groaned loudly from where he sat. The voices of The Corrigan School’s local lugheads; Gordon and Brett, prompted the pointed eared teenager to move his hand away from the great oak which he had been chatting with, instead laying them on the ground either side of him. Casey had had enough of these two. They had been bothering him all year since discovering what he was, with the two considering him to be "girly“ and a “pussy”. Casey didn’t really care about the nature of the insults. He himself was perfectly content with his masculinity, or his apparent lack of it. In fact, his “girly” nature was something he even embraced since arriving on Earth, resulting in him usually sporting a pair of short shorts which he had found in the women’s section at the local store. No, Casey didn’t care at all about being called girly. It was just the fact that these two could get away with it that bothered him. All because they were top of their respective classes.
However that would prove to be a good thing for Casey. Especially since that meant that the two would be graduating this year. Once the summer started, these two buffoons would be out of his unnaturally coloured hair and gone for good. The only thing that slightly worried him about the prospect of them graduating would be that they’d most likely be offered places as Teen Titans. Oh, Casey could barely imagine what a disaster that team would become with Gordon and Brett as members. If he recalled correctly, Brett had a knack for setting himself on fire with his powers by accident, while Gordon still hadn’t mastered his flight.
He tried to keep thinking about the positives though. Again, they’d be gone from his life. Although not soon enough, in his opinion. Speaking of which…
Casey sat up slightly, trying his best to seem like he wasn’t bothered by their comments. “Actually, you’re right. I was talking to this tree.” He spoke coolly, eyeing the two. “And if you must know, the ol’ oak here told you two to go fuck yourselves!”
That obviously angered the two points, with Gordon even raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise before scowling. The two darted forward, in what was probably an attempt at grabbing the young faerie, however their “attack” was interrupted at the sound of the school bell. As the two turned their heads at the sound of the ringing, Casey took his opportunity and made a break for it, scooping up his bag, scrambling to his feet and darting off towards the Academic Quadrangle.
Unfortunately the two bullies wouldn’t stay distracted for long, with the two of them giving chase. Casey wasn’t too worried though. All he could think about was how great it would be next year at the school without having to keep worrying about them. He honestly couldn’t wait.
“Is he actually talking to a tree? Is this for real.”
Casey groaned loudly from where he sat. The voices of The Corrigan School’s local lugheads; Gordon and Brett, prompted the pointed eared teenager to move his hand away from the great oak which he had been chatting with, instead laying them on the ground either side of him. Casey had had enough of these two. They had been bothering him all year since discovering what he was, with the two considering him to be "girly“ and a “pussy”. Casey didn’t really care about the nature of the insults. He himself was perfectly content with his masculinity, or his apparent lack of it. In fact, his “girly” nature was something he even embraced since arriving on Earth, resulting in him usually sporting a pair of short shorts which he had found in the women’s section at the local store. No, Casey didn’t care at all about being called girly. It was just the fact that these two could get away with it that bothered him. All because they were top of their respective classes.
However that would prove to be a good thing for Casey. Especially since that meant that the two would be graduating this year. Once the summer started, these two buffoons would be out of his unnaturally coloured hair and gone for good. The only thing that slightly worried him about the prospect of them graduating would be that they’d most likely be offered places as Teen Titans. Oh, Casey could barely imagine what a disaster that team would become with Gordon and Brett as members. If he recalled correctly, Brett had a knack for setting himself on fire with his powers by accident, while Gordon still hadn’t mastered his flight.
He tried to keep thinking about the positives though. Again, they’d be gone from his life. Although not soon enough, in his opinion. Speaking of which…
Casey sat up slightly, trying his best to seem like he wasn’t bothered by their comments. “Actually, you’re right. I was talking to this tree.” He spoke coolly, eyeing the two. “And if you must know, the ol’ oak here told you two to go fuck yourselves!”
That obviously angered the two points, with Gordon even raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise before scowling. The two darted forward, in what was probably an attempt at grabbing the young faerie, however their “attack” was interrupted at the sound of the school bell. As the two turned their heads at the sound of the ringing, Casey took his opportunity and made a break for it, scooping up his bag, scrambling to his feet and darting off towards the Academic Quadrangle.
Unfortunately the two bullies wouldn’t stay distracted for long, with the two of them giving chase. Casey wasn’t too worried though. All he could think about was how great it would be next year at the school without having to keep worrying about them. He honestly couldn’t wait.
| NOTES: |
- Casey’s true parentage remains is not public knowledge.
- Has daddy issues.
- Regularly insists that faeries need more sleep than humans. He’s lying.
- Tried a peppermint mocha at Starbucks once. He’s still obsessed with them.
