Justin Case

[Justin Michael Case]

JUSTIN MICHAEL CASE

....the mask

Your Name: Peachie, or Tessamarie
Where did you find us?: I believe you were part of the affiliates scrollbar on Hallelujah :)
How long have you been roleplaying?: five years.
Password: [admin edit!]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Justin Michael Case
Nickname: Justy, Case, Jus
Gender: Male
Age: sixteen
Grade: 10
Birth date: August 28
Program: Bachelor of The Arts
Major: Dance
Major Explanation: Since the day he was born, Justin hasn't stopped moving. Even in his sleep, he cannot lie still for long. He's just a big ball of endless energy, a wind-up toy that never winds down. Dancing is his passion, and he will dance, any opportunity he gets. And his animalistic guise suits him perfectly. Being finicky little things, Peruvian mountain mice never stop. They're always on the move, always skittering about all over the place, perfect to match Justin's destined purpose.
Animal Identity: Peruvian mountan mouse

...personality

Likes:

• Summer- He always gets sick in winter.
  
• Beaches- The hotter the better !
  
• Sunsets- Justin's got a hidden romantic side to him.
  
• Vodka- His guilty pleasure
  
• Dancing- More essential a motion to him than breathing.
  
• Music- Another neccessity
  
• Parties- Are to Justin as salt is to pepper.
  
• Piano- His closest connection to his mother, passion #2.
  
• Cologne- Not only does he like to look nice, he also likes to smell nice.
  
• The colour white- It represents purity to Justin. It symbolizes the qualities he most respects in a person, but can only hope to someday find in himself.
  
• Being needed- He always wants to help out, he needs to be needed.
  
• Making friends- Quite the chatterbox; the more friends the better !
  

Dislikes:

• Rules- Justin makes up his own.
  
• Boredom- Not an option for him.
  
• The colour black- It reminds him of the impurities in himself; he sees it as a negative colour.
  
• Silence- Putting Justin in a silent room is like mixing oil with water.
  
• Businesspeople- Strict strict strict, work work work ? Blah blah blah !!
  
• Drugs- Yes he's tried them, he doesn't like them one bit
  
• Olives- One of few foods he won't eat.
  
• Spiders- Call him a girl, but he detests spiders.
  
• Soccer- He's never been good at it; simply not his thing.
  
• Tile floors- Justin's a bare foot guy, and tile just feels too slippery to him.
  
• Sitting still- He's always moving. No force on the planet can hold him still for long.
  

Fears:

• Dying alone- Justin likes to have someone by his side.
  
• Vomit- He grew up with an alcoholic father.
  
• Rejection- He wants nothing more than to be accepted for who he really is.
  

Strengths:

• First impressions- He loves meeting new people
  
• Social skills- Simply, Justin is a people person.
  
• Making people laugh- He can always tell what will get someone going, what they'll find amusing, what they won't.
  

Weaknesses:

• Physical fights- Justin has a great figure, and decent muscles, but fighting has never been a strong point for him.
  
• Science classes- He has trouble believing anything a science teacher says, he just doesn't care for it.
  
• Booze- Justin is a borderline alcoholic.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]
Justin is just fun. That's it. He is a cheerful, life-of-the-party type of guy. He likes to make jokes, likes to talk, loves to laugh, and loves hearing other people laugh. He seems to be able to connect with virtually everyone, makes friends easily. It's almost impossible to be angry with him. It's almost as if he has a perfect judge of character programmed into his brain, as if something lets him know exactly how to approach someone, what to say, how to get them talking. Though like everyone, he does have his enemies, and those usually tend to be the people against homosexuals. But Justin knows that there will always be people like that in the world, and has learned to ignore them.

Justin is very deep. He has a very good sense of how things work, why the world is the way it is, and why people do things the way they do. He is extremely intelligent, an absolute genius. In school, he always got high grades, and excelled in math and literature. His teachers always praised his high comprehension. Justin has a lot of brain capacity, just doesn't know how to use it all at once. Most of the time, he remains in a childlike state of being; he likes to be praised, absolutely loves to help people, and is a very simple person. He's optimistic, very innocent, very convincing.

And along with that, he is an incredibly loveable person, a total sweetheart. Justin is very aware of people's feelings, and knows that especially here, people need kindness, they need someone who cares, someone who will comfourt them no matter what's happened- and that person is Justin. He is very loving, it's almost as if he has an incapacity for hate. And being so tenderhearted, Justin wants only for someone to love him back. That's all he really needs.

Given his euphoric, loving personality, one would think that Justin has seen nothing but good in his life. But quite the contraire, his past had quite a negative effect on him. He has developed a high pain tolerance-- both mentally and physically, and a strong stomach. It takes a lot to make him uneasy, he's very good at ignoring things that could potentially upset him. He tends to push away anything painful, and pretend it doesn't exist, and knows how to keep it in his head, not let it show on his face.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Mitch Hewer
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Human;
A mere 139 lbs and just 5'7" tall, Justin is living proof that big things come in little packages. He's not the most masculine guy around, but he's got a cute boyishness going for him, and is in very good physical shape. He's very active, and has almost no fat on his entire body. Justin has very well-defined abdominal muscles, strong legs, and strong arms. Justin spends a lot of time in the outside in the sun, and always has a beautiful golden-brown tan, with only a handful of freckles dotted along his body. His hands and feet are rough, from dancing, but the rest of his skin is baby smooth. He has no piercings, and a few very faint, light pink scars in various spots on his body, from run-ins with humans. He isn't always as careful as he should be.

Justin's face has a very young look to it. He has a defined jaw, a smooth chin, and a very even tone. Justin has a straight nose, full lips, and flawless skin. He does have slight hints of dark circles underneath his eyes, from his wild nights of partying, but he always wears such a cheery expression that nobody ever notices it. He has dark eyebrows, generally hidden beneath his soft, shaggy blonde, sun dyed locks, with hints of a mocha brown at the roots. But his most mysterious feature, definitely- a pair of eyes like melted dark chocolate, so dark they're almost black, and absolutely gorgeous. If there isn’t adequate lighting, it almost seems like his iris has been taken over by his pupil. His eyes are the one place where Justin hides nothing, and you can see every emotion in his body, every thought in his head, just by looking into his eyes.

Animal;
Justin's rodent guise is not too different, color wise, from his human guise. He has the same black eyes, and light, sun dyed blonde fur, darker at the roots. In the right lighting, his fur almost seems as though it has a golden glow, as though his personality shines through into his physical appearance. His ears, paws, and tail are a light flesh pink, with tiny white claws. Peruvian mountain mice are small; Justin himself measures only three inches long from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. He's an adorable little thing really, small enough to stretch out comfortably in the palm of your hand.

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...history

Parents:
Alice Case; 34
Marcus Case; 36
Siblings: Julian Christopher Case ; 10
[400 words minimum]
Justin's mother was eighteen when she had him- he was a mistake, she thought she was too young to have a child. But once she actually got thinking about it, she didn't want anything else more. She decided to give the baby his father's last name, and cleverly decided to name him Justin; a common saying of hers had always been, "Just in case!" That was her reason for not having an abortion, too- "I'm keeping the baby, just in case it turns out to be a wonderful person." And so, Justin was named.

As a child, Justin was always very quiet, and he liked to watch things happen, rather than be a part of them. He was very smart, even then- when handed an object, he would just analyze it for the longest time, move it around, until he discovered its purpose. If he couldn't find one, he'd make one up. By watching dance shows on TV, Justin taught himself all of the different technical terms used in dance, as well as various dance moves. By watching his mother whenever she played the piano, seeing the way her fingers moved across the keys, he had taught himself to play Beethoven's 6th symphony by the age of five.

When Justin turned six, his baby brother was born, Julian Christopher. Justin was overjoyed to have someone new to play with, and always tried to help take care of his little brother. He would give Julian his pacifier when he cried, help feed him his bottle, and rock him to sleep. Justin's mother always praised him for being such a good little helper, and he liked that.

But that first year of Julian's life, Justin's life took a turn for the worst. His father had been fired from his job for showing up drunk, and now stayed home more, constantly demanding things of Justin and his mother, and getting violent when they did not oblige. It became a common thing for Justin to see his mother being beaten, and he did not like it one bit, though he knew he was far too young to do anything about it. All he could do was comfort his mother when his father fell asleep.

Justin had taken full responsibility for Julian at the age of eight. He fed him, changed his diapers, helped him get dressed, bathed him, brought him to bed- everything. His father had still not gotten another job, so his mother had to work twice as hard, and now was beaten twice as much. Justin tried anything he could to help- he knew that his father was a jerk, and that he would be a jerk with or without the alcohol, but he also knew that the alcohol only made it worse. Justin tried hiding the alcohol, and drinking it himself- but never pouring it down the drain. He did not want to waste his mother's hard-earned money.

By age ten, Justin had the maturity of an eighteen year old. Every day when he came home from school, the first thing he did was check to see if his father was asleep. If he was- which was often- Justin found the nearest bottle of alcohol, and drank as much of it as he could. Before it set in, he took care of his brother, who was now four, and made sure he had everything that he would need for the afternoon and evening. And before he went to bed at night, he drank even more of the alcohol- because if he drank it, his father couldn't.

When Justin was twelve, he was already going out to parties, drinking, and returning home early the next morning. He had learned that vodka was his favourite, and was on the verge of becoming an alcoholic. He still hated his father, and still took care of Julian and his mother. At this stage, Justin was yelling back at his father, trying to take some of the beatings so his mother didn't have to, and even fought back on occasions. He had broken his father's nose six times, his fingers ten times, twice a rib, and once his arm.

The age of thirteen was a turning point for Justin. That was when he discovered his gift. His father had just left for work, after spending the majority of the morning drinking beer and screaming at his wife. Justin had stayed with seven year old Julian in his room, singing him the quiet lullabies their mother sung to them whenever they cried as babies. When their father finally left, Justin left Julian in his room and went downstairs to check on his mother. He found her on the sofa, her own blood on her hands, mixing in with her onslaught of tears. He found himself filled with anger and rage, and then, a sharp, intense pain ran through his veins, all over his body. He felt like everything was shrinking, and then-- voila! Baby mouse. And when his mother realized she was looking at her son scrabbling around in a fit of mouse rage on the living room floor, she grew pale, and later told him never to talk about or pretend to be his little mouse again, especially not around his father, a cop in the next town over.

That day, Justin knew he had something special from everyone else. He talked to his mother about it on occasion, told her all the things he could do, but only when she permitted him to. And even then, she demanded he whisper. She made it very clear to Justin that his father was not to learn any of this, and he often asked if his father was a bad guy. His mother's only answer would be, "Only if you tell him what I've told you." From this, Justin concluded that his mother had to be a shifter as well. He knew she had to be, but she did not tell him.

All Justin wanted was to dance. So that year, halfway through the school year, he asked his mother to attend Shifter Academy in secret. She agreed, convincing everyone who asked that her son had left home to live with a distant family member. Now, Justin's only hope is to make something of himself, so that one day he might save his mother and his baby brother from the terrible life they live.

Just in case.

...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
Justin's animal form, the Peruvian mountain mouse, has more similarities to him than are apparent at a first glance. For one, they have much of the same colouring-- roots, with sun dyed blonde tips, almost a golden tint to them. These mice are small, even for mice, as Justin is just a little guy as well. Peruvian mountain mice live high in the Andes mountains, over 15,000 feet above sea level. Justin tends to remain in his own made-up world a majority of the time, preferring his own imaginary rules to the real ones that society provides. These mice are ecologically important to their environment, in that they feed on little bugs and spread around seeds. In the same way, Justin is the main peacekeeper in his household, so to speak; he keeps his mom and his little brother as happy as possible, tries to help create peace. And then of course, Justin is a dancer in every sense of the word. He loves to move, he can't sit still-- and neither can a twitchy little mouse!

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
"Get out of my face, Mayers, you don't belong in this quadrant!"

"Yes sir," the young Elite-In-Training whimpered, cowering from the tall man thundering along between the rows of white tents. Captain Todd was not one to be messed with, he knew; all the Soldiers told stories about the new "Captain from Hell." Of course none of the stories were true, but the boy didn't know that.

"Jameson, why aren't you on hospital duty?" Castor was already scolding another Elite; everyone was below his command here, so he was allowed. Plus, it helped him take out some of his anger. "You had better get yourself back down there before I can blink my eyes, girl, or I promise you that I'll personally have the Sparrow down on you to smite you in your sleep!" The girl whimpered, her face contorting in fear and horror, and sprinted off to the west side of the Base Camp.

Dressed in his usual white wife-beater and denim Bermuda shorts, Castor strode off purposefully down the centre alley, heading to the Captains' tents, located on the northern side of the Base. He walked with his shoulders back and his head held high, looking very important, his unseeing navy blue eyes glowing with power, and seeming as they would have gone better with a mischievous grin than Castor's serious, composed expression, lips drawn in a thin line. It'd been a long week, and he was eager for tomorrow to come; Saturdays were Castor's "downtime," as the Captains called it. During downtime, the Captains were not to be bothered for anything, unless every single Zodiac in existence were barrelling down on them right that second-- obviously, that wasn't going to happen tomorrow. He was to gather all of that week's records and status reports, and sort through it all, analyze the findings, and decide what to do with the next week. Castor liked that; it provided him something to do, and he did enjoy the strategic planning.

He was approaching his tent now; the other Captains had their backs to him. Striding up silently behind them, Castor called out a loud, "Afternoon, ladies!" which made each of the other Captains jump. One of the men, a burly, dark-haired gentleman by the name of Burns, let out a bellowing laugh as the rest scowled. Castor felt the hostility in the air, and didn't like it. "Aw come on, don't sulk around like a bunch of girls, you'll prove him right!" Burns teased the other Captains. He and Castor exchanged respectful nods as Castor passed, while the rest of them kept a good distance between them and the newest Captain.

The blind man entered his tent, grabbed his wine bottle, and took a generous sip as he slipped his plasma pistol into its holster around his waist, and hid his knife, sheathing it deep in his pocket. The last things he grabbed were his army tags, which contained a tiny, microchipped tracking device, and slipped them around his neck. Castor whirled right out of his tent again, past all the other Captains, receiving a respectful gesture again, from only Burns. "You guys don't have to worry about being stabbed for the next ten hours, I'm off to border patrol!" he mocked them, jogging off toward the edges of the Base Camp.

As soon as he had gone far enough so that the othe Captains were nothing but tiny vibrations in the distance, Castor slowed to a leisurely walk again. He did not approve of the way those men treated him, just because of his past. They all shied away from him, all avoided him, because he was still a Zodiac to most of them. Thank heavens the Chief had seen that that wasn't the case. If he hadn't, they would be saying all those things they thought in their heads about him, pulling pranks on him- but instead, they were just afraid and paranoid. He found that he liked that better. Either way, though, he wished they would let it go. It wasn't his fault Sparrow had deemed him worthy to be a Zodiac, it wasn't his fault Jackson Berkeley had raped his girlfriend, his Mariette. It wasn't his fault Jackson turned out to be a Zodiac too, it wasn't his fault Sparrow didn't like when his Zodiacs decided to kill each other. And poor Mari, he thought to himself, after I beat that loser up, she didn't want him, she didn't want me-- she didn't want anything to do with someone locked up in a jail cell for two years. And by the time Castor had gotten out of juvee, it was time for the Years of Disaster to start, and he couldn't go back to her anyway... he didn't like thinking that she was dead now. He wouldn't allow himself to think those thoughts. They weren't fair.

He wandered on for a long time after his reverie, just walking as far as he could, deciding he needed to get as far away from those hybrid humans as he could, he needed the time away or he'd never make it through the night without tearing off all their heads. Castor had been simply walking for four and a half hours straight now, and was very far away from the Base Camp.

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