RADLEY, CASPER AERIK

[CASPER AERIK RADLEY]

RADLEY, CASPER AERIK


hello, my name is CHAZZA and i am
SIXTEEN years of age. i come
from ENGLAND and my timezone
is GMT. lucky me!


- before our innocence was lost,

name; casper aerik radley
nickname; boo, boozer
age; forty-three
physical age; eighteen
gender; male
sexuality; gay
hometown; scotland
race; werewolf

- you were always one of those,

likes; boys, attention, talking, cuddles, kisses, himself, mirrors, rain, games, magic, mythology, fairytales, butterflies, whales
dislikes; dirt, solitude, rejection, crying, pain, scorn, punishment, restrictions, the cold
strengths; seemingly incapable of being truly sad, his speed, capable of making himself oblivious to negativity
weaknesses; extremely gullible, obnoxious, supresses negative feelings
secrets; is actually a virgin, petrified of rejection,
family;

- blessed with lucky sevens,

personality; two decent paragraphs or 10 points.

history; at least three decent paragraphs or fifteen detailed points.

- and the voice that made me cry,

roleplay sample;

Swerving strings of paw prints carved clumsy trails into the freckled sand, winding swiftly towards the spacious entrance of Sotillion's Cave. More importantly they lead to Boo Radley, the flamboyant spectre of Doctrine. Enraptured by the frolicking reflections of the sun doused quartz, the feminine wolf had devoted his attention to no other. Luminous pools of azure loyally followed the dancing patches of light, flicking from one couplet to another, desperate to gorge themselves on the wondrous sight that lay before them. Ebony paws, now tainted by streaks of bejewelled sand, became still, stopped by an invisible force, an evasive wall of chilled air that slunk through Boo's grizzled fur and stung his skin. It was an eerie coldness, almost bitter as if the cave, scarcely visited because of its haggard exterior, had soured to those who came only upon discovering its internal beauty. It engulfed its latest victim, winding its frigid fingers about his body in a frosty chokehold, but Boo, oblivious to its malicious intent simply grinned. Like a broken wind-up toy he lurched forwards once more, lurched into the damp darkness.

It didn't take long for the young wolf to find the his desired treasure. Great slabs of quartz, flushed with the lightest of pinks, decorated the walls, conflicting heavily with the surface of their dreary counterpart. Claws clicked lightly on the glimmering surface as he ventured close, pointed maw pressing softly against the shimmering stone to which his gaze also turned, staring intently into its milky depths. A blushing reflection stared back. Lips peeled back into a wide grin, an endearing cheshire cat smirk that Boo Radley wore well. Vanity had gripped him. It pulled him ever closer, coaxing him towards his reflection which he freckled with feathering butterfly kisses. "Oh, Mister Radley, you blush! You flatter me, sir. So charming, so handsome!" A low chuckle, a silky sound fringed with high-pitched glee. "Oh, I'd mount that everest!" Then an eruption. Bright giggles, squeaking notes, shrill and topped with excitement, rang through the cave, filtering outside as nothing more than a delicate titter. Innuendo was simply too much, too scandalous for his childish brain to handle. The jesting spectre turned, his attention sinking to the glowing sand as his laughter faded, leaving nothing but faint giggles, a mere whisper of his previous glee.

Now he came to his real objective, the real reason why he had sailed so eagerly through the musty cave. Treasure. Buried treasure. "To think that pirates could have been here! It gives me flutterbies. Oh yes, they can count my doubloons any day," he purred quietly to himself, a soft, dreamy sigh floating lazily past his lips. Unfortunately, pirates were hard to come by. They were scarce creatures, handsome, but scarce. But Boo had a plan, a cunning trick that would draw in these ruggedly handsome bandits, tempt them to him like bees to honey. All he had to do was find their treasure. It couldn't be too hard, right? The male scoffed, chiding himself of his negativity. Of course not! Pirates were drawn to beaches. They were drawn to sand and sand he had. No doubt the cave was teeming with forbidden treasures. Surely it harboured them, just like its quartz soaked walls, denying the world its spectacular beauty to sustain its own selfish desires. Well, not anymore. And so he dug.

- it's a song to say goodbye.

ok, so this application was made by kirstie.
if you steal it she'll get very cross, because
she hates making these things. don't remove this
credit, either. ok? ok.