Post by Case McCallister on Dec 17, 2008 0:14:05 GMT -5
Full Name: Cassius McCallister
Nickname: Case
Name origin: Ellen McCallister loved her Shakespeare, and when she found she was with child, she firmly declared to her husband that if she gave birth to a son, he would be named from a play. Gerald, knowing Ellen's willful persona, gave in with a sigh. When the son was born, Ellen named him Cassius, a character from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Upon hearing this, Gerald decided that his wife had decided enough, and shortened the name to Case.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia
Currently Living: New York, New York (Manhattan)
History:The only child of a wealthy planter, Cassius McCallister was born into the lap of luxury. His parents happily married, he knew nothing in the way of trouble, and had quite a pleasant childhood. With his dark eyes and curly hair, Case was the pride and joy of his southern belle of a mother. His father also doted on his son, and Cassius couldn't remember ever being in want of anything, be it a necessity or just some ridiculous childish whim.
Although he had no siblings, Case was never lonely. A few months after Ellen McCallister gave birth to her son, a dainty, flaxen haired daughter was born to the family down the lane, long time friends of the McCallisters. The girl's name was Elsa Lindgren. Though he couldn't have been more than two years old when he first set big brown eyes on the girl down the lane, Case was instantly struck. It seemed that Elsa took a liking to the little McCallister boy as well, and the two became fast friends.
The plantation made for a child's wonderland, and Case and Elsa spent many an hour frolicking through the meadows, climbing the cottonwood trees, and lying on their backs watching the fluffy clouds go by. Years passed, and the two grew older. The romps in the woods soon turned to long walks in the evening air, the raucous playacting to quiet conversations. Case began to notice the softness in his friend's blue eyes, the tenderness of her nature, and at the same time, Elsa realized that Case was becoming a man. The change had come subtly, yet suddenly, and while the naivety of the two had prevented them from seeing it earlier, it came as no surprise to the rest of their rural southern community, and soon, all of Atlanta was abuzz with news of the young McCallister man's engagement.
He had proposed to her, dark eyes bright with excitement, one day in the meadow. They lay side by side in the soft, cool grass just as they had for years, the clouds floating lazily by. Case had propped himself on his elbow, turned to his best friend, and asked her the question neither would forget, the words asked sweetly and easily and naturally, as if somehow they had always known they would be spoken. And Elsa had turned to face her best friend, and had answered him with the same lightness and simplicity. Case had kissed her.
The wedding was small, an intimate affair with only the two families present, along with several friends. Shy and rosy-cheeked, Elsa had been a beautiful bride. Case thought he had never seen someone so lovely as he watched her with an almost humble resignation, failing to conceal the joyous fervor that danced in his dark eyes. Elsa saw it and smiled.
It was four months later when Elsa approached her husband, her eyes aglow, and murmured words Cassius could have guessed. And it was six months after that when Case held in his arms his tiny, sleeping daughter, stroked her cheek softly while letting the tears stream freely down his own. They'd told him Elsa had gone quietly, peacefully in her sleep, that she had passed the way most people pray they will. They told him she had gotten to see her daughter, and they told him his name had been the last to fall from her lips, but none of it mattered. Case held his daughter tightly, his shoulders heaving with the desperate sobs he couldn't contain.
His daughter's name would be Elsie. From this decision, he could not be swayed, and although friends and relatives gently suggested that the past should remain past, Cassius had made his mind up. This laughing, blue eyed baby was his and Elsa's, theirs alone. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many people forgot, Case would remember. Elsa would be a part of their lives, reminding him always of the best friend he would never stop loving each time he said his daughter's name.
Stricken with memories and unable to bear the thought of resuming his normal life without his wife, Case left the plantation he had inherited in care of Elsa's brother, and, clutching little Elsie tightly to him, boarded a train for New York. With no real intentions of staying, Case nevertheless bought a house in Manhattan--warm, comfortable, and just big enough for two, a far cry from the grandiose mansion of his childhood. And there, he and Elsie began their new life. Case was an attentive father, content with his one companion, the little person with the bright blue eyes and dark ringlets, such a perfect combination of him and Elsa. He took her to play in Central Park, made sure her hat shaded her fair, creamy complexion, dressed her in the latest fashions, and often told her stories of her mother. The weeks turned into months, and soon, Case found that the plump little hands he had always held in his were not so plump anymore.
It has been four years.
Hair Color: Dark
Hair Style: Curly and tousled
Eye Color: Rich, chocolate brown
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Clothing Style: As he is extremely wealthy, Case is very well dressed. His attire is always up to date, and although he is not much involved with the social goings-on of the city, he can often be seen in expensive suits.
Items owned: Case owns a house in Manhattan, where he and his daughter live, along with a plantation in Atlanta.
Troubles: Although four years have passed since Case moved to New York, not a day goes by that he doesn't think of Elsa. He has lost his best friend, his wife, and the mother of his child. He tries his best to remain optimistic for his daughter's sake, but he has found that the more time passes, the more withdrawn he becomes.
Fears: Cassius knows there is no chance of forgetting his Elsa, but he fears that Elsie will one day lose sight of the image he has tried to paint for her of her mother. As a good looking, wealthy young man, he also fears that women will begin to take an interest in him.
Siblings: None
Parents: Gerald and Ellen McCallister (Gerald is deceased.)
Nickname: Case
Name origin: Ellen McCallister loved her Shakespeare, and when she found she was with child, she firmly declared to her husband that if she gave birth to a son, he would be named from a play. Gerald, knowing Ellen's willful persona, gave in with a sigh. When the son was born, Ellen named him Cassius, a character from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Upon hearing this, Gerald decided that his wife had decided enough, and shortened the name to Case.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia
Currently Living: New York, New York (Manhattan)
History:The only child of a wealthy planter, Cassius McCallister was born into the lap of luxury. His parents happily married, he knew nothing in the way of trouble, and had quite a pleasant childhood. With his dark eyes and curly hair, Case was the pride and joy of his southern belle of a mother. His father also doted on his son, and Cassius couldn't remember ever being in want of anything, be it a necessity or just some ridiculous childish whim.
Although he had no siblings, Case was never lonely. A few months after Ellen McCallister gave birth to her son, a dainty, flaxen haired daughter was born to the family down the lane, long time friends of the McCallisters. The girl's name was Elsa Lindgren. Though he couldn't have been more than two years old when he first set big brown eyes on the girl down the lane, Case was instantly struck. It seemed that Elsa took a liking to the little McCallister boy as well, and the two became fast friends.
The plantation made for a child's wonderland, and Case and Elsa spent many an hour frolicking through the meadows, climbing the cottonwood trees, and lying on their backs watching the fluffy clouds go by. Years passed, and the two grew older. The romps in the woods soon turned to long walks in the evening air, the raucous playacting to quiet conversations. Case began to notice the softness in his friend's blue eyes, the tenderness of her nature, and at the same time, Elsa realized that Case was becoming a man. The change had come subtly, yet suddenly, and while the naivety of the two had prevented them from seeing it earlier, it came as no surprise to the rest of their rural southern community, and soon, all of Atlanta was abuzz with news of the young McCallister man's engagement.
He had proposed to her, dark eyes bright with excitement, one day in the meadow. They lay side by side in the soft, cool grass just as they had for years, the clouds floating lazily by. Case had propped himself on his elbow, turned to his best friend, and asked her the question neither would forget, the words asked sweetly and easily and naturally, as if somehow they had always known they would be spoken. And Elsa had turned to face her best friend, and had answered him with the same lightness and simplicity. Case had kissed her.
The wedding was small, an intimate affair with only the two families present, along with several friends. Shy and rosy-cheeked, Elsa had been a beautiful bride. Case thought he had never seen someone so lovely as he watched her with an almost humble resignation, failing to conceal the joyous fervor that danced in his dark eyes. Elsa saw it and smiled.
It was four months later when Elsa approached her husband, her eyes aglow, and murmured words Cassius could have guessed. And it was six months after that when Case held in his arms his tiny, sleeping daughter, stroked her cheek softly while letting the tears stream freely down his own. They'd told him Elsa had gone quietly, peacefully in her sleep, that she had passed the way most people pray they will. They told him she had gotten to see her daughter, and they told him his name had been the last to fall from her lips, but none of it mattered. Case held his daughter tightly, his shoulders heaving with the desperate sobs he couldn't contain.
His daughter's name would be Elsie. From this decision, he could not be swayed, and although friends and relatives gently suggested that the past should remain past, Cassius had made his mind up. This laughing, blue eyed baby was his and Elsa's, theirs alone. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many people forgot, Case would remember. Elsa would be a part of their lives, reminding him always of the best friend he would never stop loving each time he said his daughter's name.
Stricken with memories and unable to bear the thought of resuming his normal life without his wife, Case left the plantation he had inherited in care of Elsa's brother, and, clutching little Elsie tightly to him, boarded a train for New York. With no real intentions of staying, Case nevertheless bought a house in Manhattan--warm, comfortable, and just big enough for two, a far cry from the grandiose mansion of his childhood. And there, he and Elsie began their new life. Case was an attentive father, content with his one companion, the little person with the bright blue eyes and dark ringlets, such a perfect combination of him and Elsa. He took her to play in Central Park, made sure her hat shaded her fair, creamy complexion, dressed her in the latest fashions, and often told her stories of her mother. The weeks turned into months, and soon, Case found that the plump little hands he had always held in his were not so plump anymore.
It has been four years.
Hair Color: Dark
Hair Style: Curly and tousled
Eye Color: Rich, chocolate brown
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190
Clothing Style: As he is extremely wealthy, Case is very well dressed. His attire is always up to date, and although he is not much involved with the social goings-on of the city, he can often be seen in expensive suits.
Items owned: Case owns a house in Manhattan, where he and his daughter live, along with a plantation in Atlanta.
Troubles: Although four years have passed since Case moved to New York, not a day goes by that he doesn't think of Elsa. He has lost his best friend, his wife, and the mother of his child. He tries his best to remain optimistic for his daughter's sake, but he has found that the more time passes, the more withdrawn he becomes.
Fears: Cassius knows there is no chance of forgetting his Elsa, but he fears that Elsie will one day lose sight of the image he has tried to paint for her of her mother. As a good looking, wealthy young man, he also fears that women will begin to take an interest in him.
Siblings: None
Parents: Gerald and Ellen McCallister (Gerald is deceased.)
