Caspar Einfallen D6 (done)

Who am I? Well, I'm Caspar Einfallen. The boy who stole Riordan's family. Whoa. I am getting a bit ahead of myself. First I should tell you, what I look like, so you can imagine who I am. My hair is black and tends to be a mess. It's jumbled and sometimes gets stuck together. I try to maintain it the best of my abilities, but I can't. I'm not the best looking, but not the worst. I could look just as bad as Riordan, but luckily I don't. I really dislike my eyes, but they are brown, just so you know. I don't really have a big head, but my head has defined features such as a strong jawline. I have small ears compared to the rest of my head. My lips and nose are pretty much normal on me. They look about the right size and height. My body is pretty skinny. I am not the tallest person or the shortest. I'm about average. I have little to no muscles, because I don't like to do active things, but somehow I manage to be super skinny. I have small feet compared to most people my age. I have big hands and they just tend to get in the way of what I am doing.

My clothes are what is next. My outfits change often. I don't like wearing the same thing over and over again, unlike most people in District 6. They are all poor, but luckily for me, Mr. and Mrs. Einfallen are pretty much loaded. My clothes consist of many different dull colors of t-shirts. Jeans are may favorite things to wear. I wear jeans anytime I can, spring, summer, winter, fall, it doesn't matter I'll wear them. Usually, if I am freezing I'll put on a black jacket or a dull sweater over my t-shirt. I like to wear no shoes, but Mrs. Einfallen said it was not right to not wear shoes in public, so I wears sandals or tennis shoes. My own prized possession that I always carry around with me is this ring that I was told belonged to my real mother. I, honestly, don't care about her, but the ring looks amazing on me.

People tend to talk about me often. Apparently, I am evil and no one likes me, but who cares about them. I am my own person and it's fun to be evil and watch everyone crumble while you plan their demise. I'm not really evil, I just like things to go the way I want them to. I'm not a real perfectionist, but I like to think i am, not everything has to be perfect, but most things do. I really am confident in myself and no one can tell me otherwise. I do care about a few people, but that's only if you figure out how to break through my witty and tough exterior of a personality. Speaking of witty, I tend to joke and piss people off. I like to make fun of people. It's really fun to do, especially to my new older brother. Though, I'm his replacement. I already know this and I'm fine with being a replacement.

I have tons of flaws. Let's just get right to it. People tend to not agree with me, which always pisses me off. I'm not a very likable person. People tend to dislike me right off the bat with my witty and sarcastic comment. I'm evil, that's a flaw right? Maybe not. I plan to destroy people's lives behind their backs and once they realize it, it's usually too late. I do have a nice side, but I don't show anyone it, except for Mr. and Mrs. Einfallen. That reason tends to make me a bit vulnerable in their presence. Sometimes, I am too oblivious to realize some of the things going on around me. My wittiness causes me to always look at everything as a way to make fun of something. For an example, if I see some short kid, I'll make fun of his shortness. If you're tall, than I will call you a giant. I'm a pretty cruel, but bluntly honest person. I don't like to lie and tell people lies about themselves, I'd rather tell the truth or joke with them.

I'm not much of a sad person really. I have almost never cried, except when i was young. I didn't cry when my parents died. I didn't cry when many families passed me on their way to choose a kid. I never cried when I was finally adopted. Some people say I have no heart, but honestly I don't care really about anyone. I'm selfish and only care about myself. I always think about myself before others. My life is more important than theirs. I'm very devious and like to trick people into to doing what I want. I'm manipulative, evil, witty, selfish, and don't care about anyone else. That's me for you.

My life as a whole was basically bad experience again and again, until now. At a young age, I was kind of a big kid, not fat, but tall. Kids made fun of me and honestly I never blamed them. I was a weird kid back then. I remember very little about when I was born, i was told, it was a very enlightening experience for my real parents, that is until they died a few years later. I was only six when they died. I was tall and bullied by lots of the kids. I found out my parents died at school, when a teacher came to me and told me I was going to be alright. That was the first lie I was told.

My parents were not the best. They had very low points during that time. One of the biggest things was an addiction to morphling. They died from overdose and i never knew until I was older. When I was seven, I was adopted by the Smith's who immediately gave me up after I told them their house smelt like old people. They said I was impolite and rude. That was the start of seeing how many families I could ruin or upset. I went through more families than I can count. I was enrolled in school still and no one ever talked to me, until they caught up to my size. I made many friends who adored me and some who even worshiped me. I became the big man in school around this time until at least the age of 13 or 14.

When I was 14, I was adopted by a family I was almost willing to stay with. The Landon's. They were a nice family who adored me. I was treated like a spoiled brat. I loved it there and I felt at home. My attitude was lightening up and I seemed happy. That was until the Landon's had a kid of their own and ditched me. They brought me back at the age of 15 and from then on i manipulated and was rude to people because I felt I couldn't trust them from then on. The Landon's really screwed me up and for that I will never forgive them or trust anyone else ever again.

Then at the age of 16, The Einfallen family took me in. I was what they called a replacement for Riordan, their older son who ran away to some opera house. I really don't care. The family was loaded and began spoiling me. They got me whatever I wanted and I treated them like real family, even though I don't trust them. I never trust anyone. Then I met Riordan and he seemed off and just angered me, so I made it a mission to torture him as much as possible. I am staying for awhile. I love the Einfallen parents as my own real ones. Life's great with them. I am doing well in school. I have many friends still. I live a happy life from now on, but secretly, I am planning on having this family wrapped around my finger. The Einfallens were mine now. This was my family and no one could take them away from me.