Post by jaye on May 17, 2010 10:04:05 GMT -5
CASEY CHARLES
The proceedings for this session with one CASEY CHARLES can now commence
after being postponed since 31 OCTOBER. Subject is FEMALE and by referring to their date of
birth we are able to assume they are EIGHTTEEN, without suspicion of
falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the
request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was “HEROIC”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is HETROSEXUAL and she associates,
generally, with both VIGLANTES and VILLIANS. However, their current mental state
has left us to wonder if being a ROLLERSKATE WAITRESS is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us that we may call them by the following title(s), DOMINO or CHUCK. Of all the responses received we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble AIMEE TEEGARDEN; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
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self-presentation
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likes?
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dislikes?
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personal strengths?
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
<mask> Domino, on the other hand, is a very mocking individual. She has a realistic-bordering-pessimistic view on life and humanity. This can either lend her a dark demour or a laugh waiting to happen. What is probably her only constant between civilian and mask is her diligence and aim to always get the job done. She is very desicive when goal setting, not that she doesn't know when to give up on a lost cause. Behind her mask Domino can treat people in a manner that reflects how she actually thinks of them. In general (but of course every individual gets their own reaction) she responds to the police force with pity, the vigilantes with disdain and the villians with black humour. A general reaction to meeting or remeeting anyone is to greet them with suspicion. Domino doesn't exactly get happy or joyful about things, that emotion is replaced with raw humour. Indeed, she thinks there is little to ever be happy about. Any positive emotions are in the form of humour - whether that be laughing at someone or an idea, making a mockey or a large dose of black humour. In the environment Chuck grew up in, it is understandable to see how Domino thinks anger and sadness are interchangable. Once she is angry it is simple her it to turn to sadness (and visa versa). Due to her control over her emotions, when someone or something can make her angry or sad it makes her that to an extreme level. When Domino becomes both angry or sad she almost shuts down, becoming unnaturally calm, but anger leads to a more powerful calm while saddness is a more empty (BSOD) calm. Domino finds it hard to fall in love, her disdain taints any possibility of a connection on that level. If it were to crop up she wouldn't be adverse to it, but she has a careless attitude to the matter.[/SIZE]
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the roots of our subject's character.
Questions were posed concerning their immediate relatives. The persons responsible
for their upbringing are/were "CHARLOTTE and NED CHARLES".
When asked about siblings they responded: ”How many relatives do you think I need? My great-aunts and and the rest of my mum's family are enough, thanks-all-that-much.” Lastly, we inquired about
"significant others" who have had held or who currently hold in a role in their lives: ”Julian was my first, shot by a copper in the line of duty. Otto was my second - kidnapped and murdered by one of the many villians in Gotham. But no one for now.”
background check
CASEY CHARLES was born on the thirty-first of October, nineteen years prior to present. After trying for a child, her parents NED and CHARLOTTE CHARLES were estastic with their baby girl. Both parents were rather stereotypically 'maternal', Charlotte only more so because Ned ran the family business. but they both adored her and together they formed a perfect loveing family. As a child she made friends easily; with a trusting smile and outstreatched hands it was easy to see why. For her first few years of primary school she attended Gotham's local. She made steady progress in class. But once she was ten years of age ("Ten and a half." she'd protest) her parents decided that Gotham was no place for their sunny little daughter to grow up.
♦ ♦ ♦ One Would Rage Yet the Other As Timid As A Mouse...
Eight years prior to present, Casey was sent to a boarding school near a small town where her maternal great-aunts lived. Her great-aunts, Rachel and Sarah. had very contrasting personalities. Rachel was the elder and the assertive of the two while Sarah was the youngest and the submissive one. But for all their contrasts they also perfectly complimented each other, two parts of one whole. It was from these guardians that Casey unconciously learned the attitude that sadness and anger where interchangable - what ever made Rachel angry would make Sarah upset, so it was easy to draw similarities between the two emotions.
♦ ♦ ♦ In A Boarding School Not Far...
Attending the all girls boarding school was a critical part of hardenings Casey's character. It is also where she gained the nickname 'Chuck'.
At the school the students tended to call each other by their last names. Thus she was commonly called 'Charles' and from their came the common nickname for Charles - Chuck - resulting in the nickname she would keep for years to come. The nickname probably only stuck because of the first group of girls she became attached to. Even at their young age they were very tomboyish, aggressive and not afraid to hit or kick. In fact, since she stayed with this group of girls for approximately three years, she still remembers most of their amature fighting. Five years prior to present Casey returned to Gotham and her parents for the summer holidays. When she returned form these holidays, she found she had drifted from her old group.
♦ ♦ ♦ Is There Ever A Right Place Right Time...?
During her stay in Gotham, she met a boy at one of the local haunts. His name was Julian and he had floppy hair of the brown-blonde variety with rectangular wire framed glasses. When they literailly bumped into each other, he had shyly smiled before apoligising and taking his leave. Casey had to take it upon herself to coner him once he'd left his mates behind and ask him to hang out with her over the holidays. They had shared a few passionate kisses and she had even met his friends, but the relationship never even officially ended. Casey just returned to her boarding school at the end of the holidays without giving Julian a direct means of contact. She had been dissappointed when she'd had no word from him, she'd wondered if he might be persistent. Her dissappointment vanished once she had found out why he hadn't tried to find her: shortly after she'd left Julian had been in the wrong place (between a criminal and a cop), at the wrong time (right after the cop had pulled the trigger). Dealing with this grief was the first and possibly largest step in her control over her emotions.
♦ ♦ ♦ She Would Be Slowly Transformed...
Returning to the boarding school it felt natural to fall in with a new group. They were a much larger group than her old one, but she nestled her way in their after joining the school's dance troupe. It was due to dancing, a few mandatory dramatic arts lessons and her own whiles that she managed to be such a good actor. She found it easy to settle into a lull with her knew crowd, but everyday as she spoke and moved with her 'friends' she could tell something was wrong. She didn't connect in the way they seemed to, sometimes offhand comments drew the worst looks. The matters they were so concerned about seemed just so trivial to Casey.
♦ ♦ ♦ Bad Boys Breed Bad Breaks...
Four years prior to present Casey spent the summer holidays with her parents in Gotham again. Typically, she yet again met a boy. This ones name was Otto, he had blue dreadlocks and an ever present lollipop in his mouth. They went out to quite a few places and Casey got to clearly see the dark side of Gotham that had been carefully hidden from her. Otto took her to all kinds of places, his 'kid girlfriend' was always allowed to tag along where ever the older boy went. But she had enough commonsense to know when not to tag along. One of these bouts of commonsense was the last time she ever saw Otto; when he and his mates had gone out that night Otto hadn't returned home. He had turned up dead, killed by one of Gotham's many villians. It was the grief from this incident that sealed her emotions up for good. Upon returning to the boarding school life continued on as usual.
♦ ♦ ♦ Domino Mask...
Three years prior to present Casey returned to Gotham. Half a year from finishing her third last year of school she manages to take the trip into Gotham to don a dark-blue mask and a handmade costume. This is the first time she takes up the mantle 'Domino'. Sick of the hype over vigilantes and villians she decides to throw herself into the fray in hoping to exaggerate their ever move and show them how ridiculous they look. A reporter had once managed to catch up with her in these early days and asked her all about how a 'caped crusader' fights crime and what Domino thought of it all. With little to no pause she had answered "If old men ran around in costume beating each other up anywhere else they'd be arrested for causing a distubance to the public peace and then sent to a mental institution. But by some twist of fate Gotham appears to function as a mental instituion its self, nevermind Arkham."
♦ ♦ ♦ Work Upon Work Upon WORK...
Approximatley two and a half years prior to present Casey returned to live with her parents, completeing her senior years in Gotham. By this time Domino was a name in the underground. For the two years consecuative Casey studied hard and tried her best at her senior studies and exams while Domino took on a whole variety of jobs; stealing and stealing back, tracking peole down and hiding them. Sometimes she would take up two opposing jobs, tricking a boss into letting her steal for them, only to offer her services to the company she just stole from and offer to get their goods back. After a certain incident, she even moved onto bodyguard or assassin.
♦ ♦ ♦ For Sometimes It Is Never Enough...
Ever since the arrival of Batman, Gotham City had been a well known ground for caped vigilantes and masked villians. Unfortuantly, this also bread a special breed of people who just weren't equipt to handle being either. One year prior to present Domino was walking about Gotham's streets behind her mask when she came upon an unusual sight. There where two bodies, strewn either side of an alleyway. In the middle was a man in a lycra-looking suit, a superhero suit so generic that is probably came straight out of a costume shop. The man held someone up by the throat and laughed as he choked. The caped man shouted that that was how justice felt. Domino had noticed the caped man's hand seem to come out of the other's stomach and seeing the dark stain there she correctly reasoned that the criminal had been stabbed deep. The caped man, in a manner which obviously show his delusional state, alternated between laughing and calling himself a hero. Domino had found it easy to sneak up on him from behind and had an odd sense of calm when the time came to slit his throat. But she had muttered to herself as she killed him; "Well, at least you're honest."
♦ ♦ ♦ We'll Be Back After These Messages...
Over the two years Domino gained contacts. People in big businesses or niche businesses. Though for the first year and a bit of operating as Domino she stuck to her commonplace weapons, soon she had enough contacts that she could commission special weapons to be made for her. Thoguh these new special weapons were additions, not replacements, to her old ones. Aprroximately 3 months prior to present Casey graduated from Gotham's Upper High School and she is currently taking a gap year to sort out her priorities. Domino also utilises this gap year, doing what she does best: making a mockery of people.
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Feline Jaye
Next, we need to know your schedule: 10+ GMT.
Also, we need to know if you have anything to share with us: ”I quite like the profile set out. One query: Why is there no catergory for weapons?”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this field would be an excellent finishing touch:[/color][/center]
Domino walked through the cold muggy air, her heavy shoes making heavy sounds on the cement ground. Turing a corner she gazed from behind the white stretches of cloth hiding her eyes at the street stretched before her. She made a note to turn into an alley when one presented itself. Of course, being Gotham City, a dark and rotting alley was provided soon enough. Domino managed to talk a few steps down it until her eyes registered the scene before her and the relayed message swiftly instructed her legs and feet to stop. One one alley wall lay a man whose sclera was unusually striking. She then of course realised that his eyes were buldging, a sure sign of strangulation, and that his hair appeared to be matted with some sort of sticky-looking liquid where his head met the wall. Another man lay parallel to the oppesite wall, his hands missing as well as a large chunk of his chest with his innards mostly now on the outer. In the middle of these two corpse-figures was a large, well-muscled man in what appeared to be a rent-a-costume superhero outfit complete with cape and mask.
The caped man held another up by his throat, telling him of the wrongs he'd done and how he had let is friends down, his family down, society down and most importantly he'd let himself down. The trapped man struggled once more and Domino never saw the knife until it was past the useful time to intervene. The caped man frantically stabbed his captive, laughing hysterically and reaffirming that he was a hero - a hero! Taking the man's obviously delusional state into account it was simple to see why it was so ridiculously easy to sneak up on him. That is, after all, what Domino did. She made sure too move her feet forward one at a time as quietly as they could. Drawing up right behind him, the caped man had never once stopped repeating his mantra, that he has the hero and the now dead other man was the villian. She raised herself to her tippy-toes, trying to give herself the best angle at the caped man's throat. Drawing a kitchen knife from her utility belt she held it up by the mans neck. Just as the caped man uttered that this is what heroes do, Domino mimiced in reply that he was honest and stuck the knife into his throat, dragging a deep, deadly cut across the perpetrator's throat.
The caped man held another up by his throat, telling him of the wrongs he'd done and how he had let is friends down, his family down, society down and most importantly he'd let himself down. The trapped man struggled once more and Domino never saw the knife until it was past the useful time to intervene. The caped man frantically stabbed his captive, laughing hysterically and reaffirming that he was a hero - a hero! Taking the man's obviously delusional state into account it was simple to see why it was so ridiculously easy to sneak up on him. That is, after all, what Domino did. She made sure too move her feet forward one at a time as quietly as they could. Drawing up right behind him, the caped man had never once stopped repeating his mantra, that he has the hero and the now dead other man was the villian. She raised herself to her tippy-toes, trying to give herself the best angle at the caped man's throat. Drawing a kitchen knife from her utility belt she held it up by the mans neck. Just as the caped man uttered that this is what heroes do, Domino mimiced in reply that he was honest and stuck the knife into his throat, dragging a deep, deadly cut across the perpetrator's throat.
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I'M NOT MAD BATMAN! by a.l.e.x. of caution 2.0? (edited by Tori)