Casper Jones

the selkie

[skyler-the-wizard]

Mr-mrs-miss seal followed him, and a warm glow filled his chest. It was a great feeling connecting with a creature of another species and somehow communicating, though the seal probably had no idea what he was saying. And since the seal was a seal and not a person, Skyler could be as lame and childish as he liked. The seal wouldn’t judge him, and if it did, it couldn’t tease Skyler because he didn’t understand seal barks. The blond saw it as a full-proof plan as he splashed his way over to the shore. 

When the water got too shallow, the boy decided to crawl up the beach to the soft, dry sand and flopped down into it. The sand stuck to him wherever it made contact with the soaked wizard. He laid on his back and stretched his arms and legs out, then slid them up and down to make a sand-angel. A wave of giggles overcame him and he looked over to his new friend, expecting them to be doing the same. It was nice to be able to relax in the sand, Skyler’s muscles were very thankful for it. 

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper watched the tiny human child flop around in the sand, concerned. Was he having some sort of fit? Maybe he was allergic to sand. Was that why he’d been abandoned by his parents- he was ill? Casper scoffed at the heartless acts of human parents. Other than being underfed and mentally delayed, the tiny, tiny little child seemed fairly high functioning; no reason to chuck him out! 

/Hunters, for sure. Poor kid./ Casper dove under the water once more, determined.

He resurfaced a few minutes later, and awkwardly scooched towards the tiny baby human on the sand, dropping his gift into the boy’s lap when he reached him. Not sure what a human’s diet normally consisted of (he typically ate in his seal form) he’d made sure to collect a variety of snacks- local fish, some mussels, a couple soft shell crabs, and some seaweed, in case he was one of those vegans. Knowing that a tiny, fragile baby human couldn’t use their teeth to crack open shells, he’d kindly opened the mussels, and to protect the infant tiny child’s delicate human sensibilities, he made sure everything was dead. The human would eventually have to learn how to kill his own food, but Casper would go slow for now. He sat back and watched his new charge expectantly.

[nymph-siofra-deactivated2015121]

Bag of Pearls || (Open)

[nymph-siofra-deactivated2015121]

That analogy was perfect. The nymph could surely understand things from an animal perspective. So she nodded, now looking down at the baggie again. She understood what he meant, but she now hat the predicament of not knowing what to do with the drugs. She cocked her head before electing to consult her new friend. “What do you think I should do with them?” she asked. “I don’t want anything dangerous.”

“Mhm!” she answered pleasantly. “It’s calm. And it smells nice. I live in my treehouse with a fawn named Flower.” Perhaps that sounded strange to him, but Siofra couldn’t imagine living anywhere but the woods.

[casperxjones-blog]

“Maybe turn it in to the police? On the telly they always flush illicit drugs, but that’s about as successful as just tossing it directly into the ocean. Some poor fish’ll eat it and die, or worse, a baby mermaid, or selkie! When I was a tot I ate a cigarette butt; I was sick for a week!” Casper shuddered a little at the memory It had tasted awful, and his stomach was cramped for days. Plus he had been terrified of telling his da, because maybe eating cigarette butts counted as smoking!

“That sounds lovely! I haven’t made many friends yet, except for a weird little human child I met at the beach. And you! I mean, i-if you want to be? All the best friendships begin by saying no to hard drugs!” he laughed awkwardly. He didn’t know if she wanted to be friends, but she was very nice, and he could use a friend.

[casperxjones-blog]

Do NOT reblog – make a new post. I just copypasted a blurb from each result, any spelling or grammatical errors are not mine, but I probably would have made them anyways!

Zodiac Sign: Libra -  Balance, Justice, Truth, Beauty, Perfection

Chinese Zodiac Sign:  Pig -  Occupying the last position in the Chinese Zodiac, the 12th, the Pig symbolizes such character traits as diligence, compassion, and generosity.

Myers-Briggs:  ISFP - ISFP personality types are true artists, but not necessarily in the typical sense where they're out painting happy little trees. Often enough though, they are perfectly capable of this. Rather, it's that they use aesthetics, design and even their choices and actions to push the limits of social convention.

Four Temperaments:  Melancholic - Melancholic people are emotionally sensitive, perfectionistic introverts.

Celtic Zodiac:  Ivy (The Survivor) - You have a sharp intellect, but more obvious is your compassion and loyalty to others. You have a giving nature, and are always there to lend a helping hand. You are born at a time of the waning sun so life can be difficult for you at times. This sometimes seems unfair because it appears that obstacles are coming at with no prompting on your part. Nevertheless, you endure troubling times with silent perseverance and soulful grace.

Soul Type (one test): Helper - Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble.

Hogwarts House:  Slytherin - Congratulations! You have been sorted into Slytherin, the house of ambition, determination, and cunning.

Alignment:  True Neutral - True neutral characters are concerned with their own well-being and that of the group or organization which aids them. They may behave in a good manner to those that they consider friends and allies, but will only act maliciously against those who have tried to injure them in some way. For the rest, they do not care. They do not wish ill on those they do not know, but they also do not care when they hear of evil befalling them. Better for others to suffer the evil than the true neutral and his allies. If an ally is in need, the true neutral will aid him, out of genuine love or because he may be able to count on that ally a little more in the future. If someone else is in need, they will weigh the options of the potential rewards and dangers associated with the act. If an enemy is in need, they will ignore him or take advantage of his misfortune.

Dark Triad: Machiavellianism - Machiavellianism is a tendency to be manipulative and deceitful. It usually stems from a lack of respect or disillusionment for others.

The Animal in You: Bat - Artistic, Reflective, Unpredictable

Life Path Number:  5 - You love travel, adventure, variety and meeting new people. You possess the curiosity of a cat and long to experience all of life. You love to be involved in several things at the same time as long as you are not tied down to any one area. You like change, new things and new horizons. You make friends easily, your personality is upbeat and often inspiring attracting people from all walks of life.

Rosenberg Self Esteem Scale: 10/30

Brain Lateralization Test: Left - Left brain dominant individuals are more orderly, literal, articulate, and to the point. They are good at understanding directions and anything that is explicit and logical. They can have trouble comprehending emotions and abstract concepts, they can feel lost when things are not clear, doubting anything that is not stated and proven.

Kinsey Scale Test:  6 - Exclusively homosexual.

[the-baddest-kitty-blog]

Icy blue eyes staring at the curly-haired boy as he spoke, Lia blew smoke in his general direction, as if he would disappear with the cloud. When he didn’t, she pursed her lips. Cursed witchery, the blonde thought to herself. “Do I look crazy?” The English vampire purred again. It was a question that suggested he watch his step with his answer. Was she looking for the honest truth or a pretty lie? And which would she be more offended by?

[casperxjones-blog]

This is why you should never leave your cave, Casper, he thought. He was pretty sure telling this woman (definitely not a human; probably a vampire or werewolf) that yeah, she looked like she ate crazy for breakfast would not go over well. 

“You look like... if you are crazy, you hide it very well?” There, that was close enough to the truth. After all there are plenty of serial killer who are perfectly sane! 

“Mostly you look like you punch people a lot. Maybe some light maiming.” Casper really needed to learn when to stop talking. Now he was going to get maimed. Awesome.

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper + s o c i a l  i n t e r a c t i o n

moodboard 2/?

[casperxjones-blog]

A Place To Lie Your Head

[sergeidemidoff-blog]

“I am being fine,” he would be too, but maybe after an hour or so once the alcohol had a chance to settle. Whenever Sergei drank, it was always a toss up on how he would be when he was done. If he was in a good mood before and during, then he’d be a happy and fun person to be around. If he was upset or cranky then when he drank he was a little volatile. One  moment, he may be fun and happy, but the next he could explode with rage or even burst into tears, but he wasn’t drunk, so the chances of that happening were slim. Sergei had a high tolerance for alcohol normally. “You are going somewhere?” He nodded toward the suitcase in the younger male’s grasp, he almost looked like he was running away from something, or maybe running to something. 

[casperxjones-blog]

“Hmm? Oh, yeah,” Casper said, looking down at his suitcase. “I was staying up at the Academy, but since they’re closed for a while I’m trying to find a hotel with some vacancy. Or at least a place I can keep my stuff while I’m... gone. This suitcase isn’t exactly waterproof!” Casper figured that if he couldn’t find a hotel (which was preferable, despite his love of his underwater cave; a bed in human form was much better then a cave floor as a seal!) he could at least rent a locker or something, to store his belongings that were not water resistant; ie, all of them.

“What about you, headed anywhere before I mercilessly ran over your foot?”

[the-baddest-kitty-blog]

“You see anyone else around?” The English accent made her words sound far kinder than she meant them. It was a common problem, she’d found– but she kept the dialect for sensual means. Exhaling smoke with every word, the vampire locked eyes with the young-looking boy, almost as if she was challenging him.

[casperxjones-blog]

“Well, no. But for all I know, you could be some crazie who talks to themselves in dark alleys. I don’t know your life, mate.” Casper shrugged. She was the one creating a caricature of every scary movie ever; lurking in the dark, smoking and being all English. What was he supposed to think besides ‘ominous blonde giving out threatening warnings from a dark alley, better clarify it’s me being addressed!’. He wrinkled his nose a little at the smell of her cigarette. Really, in this day and age who was reckless enough to still smoke?

[casperxjones-blog]

Describe your hair in vivid detail.

My hair? It’s kind of big, and really curly, and it’s black. There have been times when i’ve cut it short, or worse, cut it short AND straightened it, but we don’t talk about those times. I’ve learned that it’s better for me and everyone else in the long run if I just let it do its own thing.

[nymph-siofra-deactivated2015121]

Bag of Pearls || (Open)

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She hummed. “I mean, I know what the plant is. But this doesn’t look like that.” She looked down at the baggie. “Oregano is green.”

Her eyebrows rose when he mentioned criminals. She looked at the baggie yet again. “Is it bad?” she asked. “Why would he give me something bad? I don’t even know him.” That didn’t make sense tot he nymph. She had been nice to the man for the five seconds that they had interacted, so why should he do something like to to her?

As she caught sight of his blush, she gave a small laugh. Clearly he was shy. “I’m Siofra,” she told him. “I live in the woods.”

[casperxjones-blog]

“It’s bad for you like... Like how chocolate is bad for dogs but they want to eat it anyways, you know?” He shrugged, not really knowing how to explain why it was bad to accept illicit drugs from strangers who call you pretty in alleys. 

“You live in the woods? What’s that like? I mostly live down by the Phleg, I’m more a water person, you could say.” Casper did like the idea of the woods; if nothing else it smelled nice and looked like a safe place to hide from humans. 

[lunxrwitch-blog]

Artemis was surprised to see the seal nod at her (she swore it nodded and she wasn’t imagining things), before it dipped back under the water. She grinned, however, just happy she’d seen it. Maybe seals were more common around here.

She retreated from the cold water, patting her legs down with her tights to dry them, before picking up her bag and shoes. Slowly, she meandered along the edge of the water, her feet bare so the sand could squash between her toes, and not irritate her in her shoes.

There was a rock formation a while along the beach, and she began to climb over it, when she saw a man behind it. A man who appeared to be in the process of dressing or undressing. Either way, Artemis ducked back down, her face reddening and praying he hadn’t spotted her.

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper was in the process of pulling on his jeans (something easier said then done when wet and sandy) when he thought he saw something by the rock formation. His eyes darted back towards the ocean, but common sense kicked in and reminded him that if he was being watched, diving into the ocean as a result of fight or flight instinct was a pretty clear indication that he wasn’t human. At least this way he was just some naked guy on the beach. Weird, but not inhuman.

“H-hello? I don’t mean to parrot every horror movie ever created, but is someone there? If you’re going to kill me, can I at least finish putting my pants on? I’m very self conscious about my legs, it’d be a shame if someone stumbled upon my body and was assaulted with the sight of my chicken legs!”

[fromunderthewaves-blog1]

“Ffa bi oowii.” Her voice was laced with the hunger she was complaining about, the half-finished apple in her hand doing nothing to satisfy the growling in her stomach. She would have to leave town if she wanted to feed, and that just seemed like far too much effort at the moment, considering she hadn’t even worked up enough energy to dress like a normal person would before going out. So there she sat, reclining against the wall of some shop, legs stretched out into the sidewalk, in nothing but a tank-top and a pair of jeans.

She barely noticed the odd looks people gave her as they passed by, her eyes trained on the clouds in the sky as she willed them to open up. Rain, sleet, snow. Any of it seemed appealing as she sat there, trying to work up the will to do something with the day other than pretending to be a permanent fixture attached to the ground. With a sigh she closed her eyes, creating a mental list of all the things she could do with her day, but undoubtedly wouldn’t.

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper perked up when he heard someone behind him speaking a language that was not English, or even human. He had yet to meet any seafolk in Sumner, other than the selkie Tommy. When he looked behind him it wasn’t hard to figure out who the mermaid was, a girl dressed poorly for the impending downpour, watching the clouds like she was ordering them to open up. He approached her, trying not to be too quiet, so she could hear him coming.

“Hi, this is gonna sound really strange if you’re human, so I apologize in advance, but was that... Are you a,” here he lowered his voice to a whisper, not wanting to ‘out’ her if he was right, “a mermaid? It’s just, that wasn’t any human language I’ve ever heard, I mean. I don’t mean to be rude, or nosy, it’s just, you’re the only one I’ve met so far!”

[skyler-the-wizard]

Soon the energetic seal stopped swimming away, probably getting tired of swimming in circles too, Skyler figured. With a cheeky grin, he swam down beneath the waves and surfaced beside the seal. 

“Surprise!” he shouted, shooting his arms up in the air with a splash. He wrapped his arms around the seal and gave a playful giggle behind his toothy smile. “Were you surprised mr-mrs-miss seal? I’m really good at kissy chasey, you know,” he spoke to the seal, giving them a light kiss on their cheek. “But you must be getting pretty tired, huh? Do ya wanna go play in the sand now? I bet I can make the bestest sand-angel!” He released the seal and started moving towards the shore, waiting for the seal to follow.

[casperxjones-blog]

I immediately regret this decision! Casper thought as the entirely too chipper human flung his arms around him.  When the kid kissed him, Casper glared, and batted at the kid with his flipper.

/NEVER without my permission!/ he barked. There was a limit, whether the kid knew he wasn’t a normal seal or not. The human was entirely too confusing for Casper; part of him wondered where his parents where, and why they just let their young wander off like this kid clearly had. He couldn’t be more then fourteen or fifteen, tops. In Casper’s opinion, that was far too young to be out swimming in the ocean, alone. He narrowed his eyes at the boy, following him back tot he shore while he rambled about the sand.

/Where are your parents? Did you run away?/ Maybe he was an orphan. That made Casper feel bad for the kid, no matter that he was a crazy person. Casper decided he would stick around for a while longer, make sure the kid didn’t get himself killed.

[the-baddest-kitty-blog]

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The English vampire took a drag of her cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke up towards the night sky. “It’s dangerous.” There was a sing-song tease to her voice, as if it was a mixture between a warning and a threat.

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper halted in place, and turned with a confused frown. There was a blonde woman casually smoking, and her eyes told him it was less the dark alley he’d cut through that was dangerous, and more her. She had that ‘I could kill you with my pinky finger and make it look like an accident’ look about her.

“Sorry, were you talking to me?” It was a valid question, he thought. Not to be too cheesy 90′s movie-esque, but girls who looked like her generally did not talk to guys like him. 

[casperxjones-blog]

A Place To Lie Your Head

[lilo-el-lobo-blog]

“I know you really did, verdad? I could see your face, oh my-” A rough laugh, interrupted Lilo’s sentence. His hand scrubbed at the scruff of his beard, hiding his broad smile temporarily. “Ay, you should have seen you face, but hey I said I was sorry! And I mean it, here let me make it up to you. Do you like smoothies? You can have mine, I’m not going to drink it.” The wolf proffered his mostly full plastic cup. A man used to more, natural pursuits, germs were never really on the forefront of his mind even on another’s behalf. 

“Rude?” Lilo sucked at his teeth and shook his head. “What are talkin’ about that’s not rude. It’s not right either though cause this leg is one hundred percent real and brought to you by modern medicine.” He lifted his left leg lightly and wiggled it back and forth to show of the computerized knee action, which was just the knee bending back and forth with his motions. He watched the boy’s expression, and saw how his skinny face grew flush so quickly.

“Hey now, on the bright side at least you made me laugh a lil’. Me over here feelin’ down, and with this day was lookin’ kinda-” Before Lilo got a chance to explain what exactly the day was looking like the sky broke. Rain hitting down on them in a rush. Lilo let out an exasperated noise, something between a groan of disgust and a grow, as he held his hand up over his head to protect against the wall of water. It didn’t help, by the time he had backed up pressing against the wall he was soaked. “Ah c’mon get outta the rain at least.” He motioned the guy over to join him under the awning.

[casperxjones-blog]

Casper shook his head, bemused, as the guy offered him a smoothie. He wasn’t really in the practice of taking beverages from strangers he ran over in the street. Especially not ones that appeared to have been partially drank...

“Ehm, no, I’m good, really. You keep that.” he looked up as the clouds gave out, the downpour drenching them both in seconds. He smiled a bit, enjoying water in every form, but remembered his old, full, and definitely not watersafe suitcase. So he followed the man under the awning, belatedly remembering his hoodie had, well, a hood. He flipped it up, but it was drenched through, and utterly useless. Now it, and his hair, was plastered to his face, giving him the appearance of a scraggly drowned poodle. He leaned up against the wall, only to pull away from it when the cold material of his clothes made contact with his back. He sighed mentally; he had to look at least twice as pathetic as he felt. He took it back; he hated the rain.

“I’m Casper, by the way!” he said, a little loudly, trying to be heard over the pounding rain. “And what should I call you? I’ve just been calling you my victim in my head.” 

[casperxjones-blog]

A Place To Lie Your Head

[sergeidemidoff-blog]

Maybe to someone different, walking out of a bar in the early afternoon was strange, but it was his day off and he woke up feeling particularly troubled. So Sergei waited around the apartment, working on a few bits and bobs until he determined he had waited long enough and the closest bar he knew of was open for business. He went in a drank a good bitter beer. It was disgusting and curled his tongue, but it warmed his empty belly and took the edge off whatever anxieties he had been feeling. He walked out and down the sidewalk, only a little bit tossed, still able to function like a relatively normal person though, that is until he felt something roll over his foot.

“Говно!” He cursed, instinct causing him to react violently. He spun around and glared at the apologetic young boy, alcohol fueling his anger. “Watch it where you are going!” He had moved too quickly and the world finally caught up with him. He swayed ever so slightly, but he caught himself and continued glaring, though now he didn’t feel so very angry anymore. The more he looked at the scrawny young boy, the more he felt the urge to laugh. A wide grin broke out across his features as he tried to contain his laughter, “You are being so frightened! Do not being so. I sorry, you sorry, there now, we are finished. No more apology.”

[casperxjones-blog]

The guy Casper had run over went from 100 to zero real fast, one minute spitting mad and cursing in what sounded like Russian, the next laughing and apologizing? It made Casper’s head spin. He seemed a little unsteady on his feet, too, like he’d stood up too fast. Casper glanced back at the direction the man came from, raising a brow when he saw the bar. Really, it wasn’t even lunch time yet, who went ot drinking so early in the day?

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look a bit dizzy there, no offense.” Casper was wary to set the man off again, and made sure to keep a fair bit of space between them. Non seafolk were so hard to read, their words saying one thing, their bodies saying another. Plus for all he knew he could be dealing with a crazed alcoholic gearing up for a killing spree, though admittedly that seemed highly unlikely. 

[casperxjones-blog]

Vampire

I mean, might as well take it. I’ve got no relatives or friends or loved ones to worry about outliving, and I’m a seal like 89% of the time, so no one’s gonna recognize me and stick me in a lab. So yeah, I’d take it. 

[casperxjones-blog]

Faerie:If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

I would stop wearing clothes. What the fuck are pants, and who decided that was something we needed to wear on a daily basis? It’s just another thing to have to worry about when I’m human. No thank you.