{ casey gellu } { d ? } { w i p }

don't put
your finger
on
me
because i am still evolving

( a p p e a r a n c e )

Tea green eyes focus on you, alert and awake ( as if they were ready for you to strike ). Studying you, they seem to decode you, yet they are not unkindly. As the light strikes them differently, hues change from soft pastels to turquoise shades to golden jade with a slight flick of an iris. His eyebrows move quizzically across his head, bushy but would be noticeably stronger if his hair was darker ( why are you paying attention to his eyebrows? ). He seems to have a puppy dog look to him, with his eyes somewhat downturned and wide, if you forget about his broad shoulders and toned arms. Or, as toned as they're going to get in District --. His chiseled face isn't much of a sight to see with his long nose, defined structure, and light dimples whenever he smiled. Young stubble crawls across his chin, barely seen by most if he's given no more than a glance. Casey Gellu is an easily forgettable boy who really has only his trademark smile and striking eyes to set him apart from the rest.

His calloused hands scratch the back of his head, his rough fingers finding their place in the dull blonde nest. His hair is tousled and messy as always, longer in the front than the side. Long enough to hover above his large forehead but not long enough to get in his eyes. He doesn't seem at all annoyed with how cluttered it looks ( but you suppose that he looks in the mirror every night and does nothing to change it ). Taking long strides away, it's odd how someone who has six feet of body to work with can move so easily. He isn't wiry nor muscular, more in between, not remarkably buff or skinny. His skin is a fair shade that is occasionally sunburned when exposed for too long. It likes to do that rather than create a tan. But, at least he isn't a pasty pale. He seems to blend into the crowd easily, except for perhaps his height.

"Well hello there," He purrs warmly, his voice is the kind of sing songy ones that you forget until you hear it again.

( p e r s o n a l i t y )

Casey is basically just a guy who can make literally anyone crack up. He really doesn't know when to be serious or when to joke, which can sometimes be a problem, but usually wherever he goes, laughter comes too. His mind is quick witted and clever when it comes to puns and words, which are usually totally random. And sometimes his laugh is even funnier than the jest itself, doubling over and wheezing after it's finished. Usually after this hilarious fit it only takes a look at someone before he cracks up again. He seems to be amusing and easily amused, a trait that doesn't exactly belong to his body frame. He seems to have an everlasting smile, not of arrogance nor intimidation but rather a playful smirk. Or, in simple words, Casey can never be serious.

Casey is a serious doormat. A people pleaser. He doesn't like to upset anyone, and would rather cheer someone up with his humor than put someone down. It's just part of his nature. He can care for anyone, and he does. Even enemies, who, he knows, always have the chance to redeem themselves. He's of a forgivable type; dislikes grudges and loathing. He seems to be on a determined mission to make everyone like him, and so far, except for a couple, he's doing pretty well. It's a weakness, though. He's too vulnerable to manipulation, he trusts too easily. He's too outgoing and cheerful towards people he doesn't even know. Friendliness just comes naturally to him. I suppose no one ever told him about stranger danger.

Casey seems to always put himself behind others "No no, don't worry about me, I'm ok. Do you need any help?". Selflessness is something he doesn't give second thought to, he just does it. He masks everything about him, everything that could make him more important than someone else; his feelings primarily. He agrees with people, just to make them feel better, even if he doesn't agree. There are only a small handful of people who he can share his emotions with, who he can give real laughs and real sobs. His masks is usually artificial around people who don't see both of his sides, who don't see if he's hurting or not. He is quite good at keeping disappointment out of his eyes and fear from his voice.

Casey couldn't hurt a fly to save his life. He doesn't like to see others in pain, and it would be even more devastating if he were to have caused it. If he ever did get into a fight, he would let them win, he wouldn't hit back. People view him as a softy, a nah, that's just that Gellu guy. He isn't much of a threat, even if he looks like it. And he agrees with that, shamelessly, might I add. He takes pride for not hurting anyone, he takes pride in his clean record. This is somewhat good and horrible. People like him for being the nice guy. People are annoyed him for being Mr. Goody Two Shoes. However, the loathing are severely outnumbered.

( h i s t o r y )

man I really need to figure out where he be at

you can't
critique
or
dance with me
and i'll never be a stagnant melody

odair

wc --

fc -- luke conard