Caston Steele

[-Nyx-]

Caston Lysander Steele

NAME: Caston Steele (goes by Cas)
AGE: 19
GENDER: male
SEXUAL ALIGNMENT: asexual/heteroromantic
INFECTED STATUS: Pretty much all of the above. It's pretty complicated, so check out the history for more.
ALIGNMENT: Cas has very strong hatred towards the base, but is unable to do anything about it.

PERSONALITY: First and foremost, Cas is a sarcastic little jerk. He can't help but make a crack on anything that leaves itself open for one. He's kind of antisocial but he's cool with friends as long as you're not an idiot. He can't stand idiots. He has very strong opinions and always wants to fight injustice. He can take pain himself but hates to see others suffering, which makes it really hard for him where he's at. Also, he hates dogs due to a childhood incident and has a random crippling phobia of needles, not great for him as a human medical experiment.
LOOKS: Cas is quite thin and just a bit short, standing at around 5'7. He could almost be mistaken for an infected, as his skin is pale and has a sort of greyish tinge to it, and his eyes are surrounded by dark circles from less-than-perfect health and exhaustion. His hazel eyes are full of emotion, not deadened like so many people he's seen. His hair, formerly bright red (and naturally brown) has bleached to white. It seems to be some side effect of one of the tests he's been subjected to, or possibly just extreme stress. It's kept short, although he'd prefer longer hair. He frequently has bruises and cuts on his body from his "punishment" for being snarky.
HISTORY: Cas had a pretty average life before the meteor and the plague. He lived far enough away from where the meteor hit and any coastlines that his family wasn't really affected by the original disasters, that life could continue on more or less normal. Not quite. When the plague began to spread, it hit his household hard. His younger sister died first, then his parents began to go. Still being healthy, Cas just had to sit and watch them fade and die. When they were gone, it seemed it was Cas's turn. He saw the characteristic rash forming on his skin, and quickly accepted his fate. It wasn't like there was anything left on the earth for him. Around this time, he had heard a few rumours of a safe haven that had popped up, kind of far from his home, but not far enough that it couldn't be reached. While he was still healthy-ish, he decided he would try to reach this place, a sort of final accomplishment before he died. He drove for as far as his car would take him on the tank of gas it had and walked the rest. It only took him a few days, surprisingly enough to him. He hadn't expected the car to have as much gas as it did. Once he reached the haven, which he found was called Fort Underhill, he was immediately escorted to quarantine. The infection quickly progressed, leaving him in pain and coughing up blood, but after two weeks of hell, he began to recover. Let me say that one more time: he began to recover. It was unheard of. He had some sort of immunity. He was quickly transported to the holding cells and the first round of testing began. Sometimes he feels it would have been easier if he had just died, only having to endure a couple weeks of hell instead of every day of the rest of his life.
OTHER: not really!

RELATIONSHIPS: None yet, but I'd like for there to be a brand new doctor who is apalled by the secrets of the base who kinda forms a friendship with Cas. If you'd like to be this character PM me ;D
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: Role Play Sample: The guard pulled me down the stairs, gripping me tightly by my arm. I scowled at the floor as we walked along the empty hallway, and my blurry reflection stared up at me from the over-polished surface. The guard took a turn and opened the door to a dark room, pushing me inside, not even bothering to unlock my handcuffs. In the pitch black, tears began to roll down my face. I had survived for three years on my own, but here I was, sniveling in defeat like a stupid teenage girl.
If I were in a fairy tale, this would be the happy ending.
The part where the hero is triumphant, where the villain was destroyed.
My fall from grace.
But this wasn't a fairy tale. I would rise to the top again. somehow.
Suddenly, a dim light clicked on. I heard the hum of electric generators. I also noticed I wasn't alone. There was someone sitting in the corner of the cell, as alone as I felt. I wiped the tears from my face and glared at the figure. "Who are you?" I said, trying to seem braver than I felt right now.

OOC
ALIAS: Call me Nyx, please ^.^
FORM OF CONTACT: PM
OTHER: nada