DELANEY, CASEY Nov 22, 2014 15:34:11 GMT -5
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CASEY KIERAN DELANEY
Casey, in general, is a positive, optimistic person. When he first came to the dome, he gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, despite knowing from past experiences that there were bad people in the world. He saw it as a fresh start and adjusted remarkably well by trying to see the bright side of his situation.
This meant that lessons he was to learn in the dome would hit him remarkably hard. Over time he saw how cruel people could be. Shifters betrayed each other left and right, and ring chaos exploded into all out war. Happy relationships crumbled when tensions became too high, and even those you thought were your friends could be enemies in disguise.
His experiences have made him wary and perhaps overly-cautious, and he is careful now to give out his trust. Once it is earned, he trusts nearly as deeply and fully as he did when he arrived in the dome (but not quite). There are a few whose loyalty he would never question, and for people like them, he would gladly give his life. Despite his wariness, he is still a generous person and will spare supplies and aid to strangers if they are in dire need (but again, feels that he cannot trust them fully). He is usually sickened by violence, but is not afraid to defend himself or others if he must. Having killed someone is one of his deepest regrets and he hopes that no situation in the future would require him to take a life again.
Casey’s family was not well-off. Before he was born, Bridget, Riley, and Casey’s older brother Markus were just floating by with Riley’s paycheck from his factory job and Bridget’s meager school teacher’s salary. When Bridget became pregnant again, the financial burden on the family nearly became too much. Riley pulled extra shifts at the factory so that Bridget could stay home when Casey was born.
The family was happy for a few years, though Riley was hardly ever home, and when he did come home, was not in the mood to entertain his young sons or pay much attention to Bridget. [Casey’s sister Devin was born around this time, unknown to Casey, Markus, and even Riley. Bridget, knowing how much the family was struggling already to support two children had hidden her third pregnancy from her family and gave birth to her daughter at her friends’, the St. Fleur’s, house. The St. Fleur’s adopted the baby girl and Bridget never told another soul about it.] Eventually, Bridget went back to her teaching job, which eased the burden on the young family.
But still, Riley continued to work long hours and come home only to sit on the couch and drink. Casey felt quite alone as a child; he didn’t get along very well with his older brother, who had an unnerving violent streak about him that made young Casey avoid him like the plague. He spent most of his time at home drawing or following his mother around like a shadow. She was his mother, his teacher, and his best friend for many years. Markus often seemed jealous of their relationship and would keep to himself out of spite, or punish Casey for it when he got the chance. Riley scoffed at his youngest son’s soft nature and did his best to ‘toughen him up’. It started as play-fighting and wrestling about, which the gentle-natured Casey protested even then. As the years went on, Riley’s teasing shoves and shoulder-punches became more frequent and less playful as he became more prone to bursts of rage.
By the time Casey was a young teenager, he outright hid from his father, not wanting to upset him or Markus. Incidents became few because he made it so; he was either holed up in his room or out of the house completely. He enjoyed being at school and would often stay late in his mother’s art classroom to keep from having to go home. Sometimes he could hear his parents arguing even through his locked bedroom door, so he would immerse himself in painting to block out his less-than-ideal world.
Everything changed when he was sixteen. He came home from a friend’s house to find a swarm of police cars and an ambulance outside of his family’s apartment. Casey had arrived just in time to see them wheeling away a stretcher with a black bag strapped to it. He’d only ever seen those on television. It all felt like a horrible nightmare. He almost threw up when he saw only Markus and his father standing on the sidewalk.
They said she fell down the stairs. That it was an accident. Casey didn’t believe them. Markus, who was just turning eighteen, moved out a week after Bridget’s funeral. Casey and his father were left alone in the apartment. He didn’t want to be at home, but he also didn’t want to be at school, where everything reminded him of his mother. He left in the mornings with his backpack, but stashed it away when he want to meet his friends. Desidero Desoto was one of them. Desi took the lost teenager under his wing, and Casey, or ‘Freckles’ was thankful for it. Desi and his crew weren’t the most upstanding people on the block, but they were the ones that gave him a chance. Casey kept his nose out of most of the criminal activities they participated in, though he did help Desi graffiti the local walls. It reminded him of the painting that he used to love to do.
The gang also introduced him to the somewhat older, more experienced Francis Luca Capitani. Frankie made him feel special, liked, strangely nervous and self-conscious. It was something Casey hadn’t experienced before, but whenever he and Frankie spent time together, it felt like how it was always supposed to be. Frankie kissed him first after their first big heist (which was just shoplifting a couple of candy bars, but it was exciting nonetheless). Swept up in the excitement, Casey began spending more and more time with Frankie, until he was hardly home at all.
Casey spent time at Frankie's place as much as possible, and only invited him over when he knew that his dad wouldn’t be home. He’d told Frankie about their tumultuous relationship, but forbade him from telling anyone. Casey dreamed that soon they would find some way to make money and escape the neighborhood. Maybe they’d even get married and live a fairytale life like the ones that played out in movies. Naive as it was, he held onto that dream to get him through his darkest times.
But it was not to be. After Casey had spent a week straight with Frankie, Riley went out and tracked down his son. He was in a rage when he finally knocked on Frankie's door and barged in. He dragged Casey off of Frankie's couch by his hair and Frankie tried to pull them apart. That was the day Casey found out he was a shifter; in a panic, he shifted into a wolf and wrapped his jaws around his father’s wrist, tearing into the flesh. His father screamed in pain and terror, snapping Casey out of his trance. Casey saw the horrified faces of his father and Frankie staring down at him, and he bolted out the front door and into the streets.
The cops showed up, having been called by concerned neighbors. They caught Casey as he tried to flee, wrangling the wolf with a catchpole until he shifted back into his human form. He was taken to the Menagerie with little resistance. Part of him was relieved that he could start over with the people and heartache from his past a long ways away from him.