View Photos of Casper
Send Casper a Message
Poke Casper
| | Casper Halberstram wonders what Peeps are really made of...
Casper updated his profile.
Casper wrote on Laura Delaney'a Wall: "Woman! I told you to call..."
Casper has joined the group Team I'm Sick of Hearing About Twilight.
Casper wrote on Edward Blaine's Wall: "Are you gonna be home..."
Casper and Christine Truitt are friends.
Casper What do you call a nosy pepper? JALAPENO BUSINESS.
Casper and Brian Feedly are no longer in a relationship.
|
| |
|
Basic Information
Networks: Peacedale Community College, Peacedale High School '04, Peacedale, VT
Sex: Male
Relationship Status: Single
Interested In: Men, Women
Political Views: Optimistic :) |
| |
| Personal Information
Interests: Being a secret agent, studying (:P), amateur MMA, hittin the gym, editing Wikipedia, MMA, music, movies, books, true crime, politics (I know, I'm boring), the name Fightmaster, fooooood, movie drinking games, Robert Downey Jr
Favorite Music: The Arcade Fire, Franz Ferdinand, WHAM!, movie soundtracks, the Scissor Sisters, Radiohead, Queens of the Stone Age, Math the Band, The Waitresses, Violent Femmes, Frank Zappa
Favorite Movies: Iron Man, Boondock Saints, Die Hard, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Fight Club, V for Vendetta, Watchmen, Taxi Driver, Suspect Zero, Once Upon a Time In Mexico, The Spirit, Defiance
Favorite Quotes:
(Laura, Paul and I are racing to finish our pizza)
Laura: Wow, I can't believe I fit all of that in my mouth.
Me: That's what she said.
Paul: Seriously, it was so hot I almost couldn't swallow.
Me: That's what she said!
Paul: That was a good double whammy.
Me: THATS WHAT SHE SAID!
About Me: The coolest guy you know.
|
| |
|
|
[02 Sep 2008|09:10pm] |
ooc
NAME: ESH!!!!!
AIM/EMAIl: so ostrichized/darlingkillthelights@gmail.com
INVITE: your mother. by which i mean kei. and raisa by association
ic
NAME: Dorian Alexander Baddock
BIRTHDAY: September 23rd
AGE: 22
PARENTS: Malcolm Baddock & Petronella Baddock (née Van Heel)
SIBLINGS: Mary Baddock (19)
PLAY/NON PLAY SIBLINGS: Uhhhh well Mary is a Squib so probably not? But if someone wants to pick her up I'm fine with that.
HOUSE/YEARS: Slytherin, 2014-2021
PERSONALITY: If ever there was a Slytherin more obnoxiously horrid than Dorian Nott, no man nor beast could have ever stood to be in its presence for a prolonged period of time. Dor, to be frank, has absolutely no idea when to keep his mouth shut, and he's opinionated on everything. He likes to make himself and his opinions known, and anyone who disagrees is in for his bitchy fury.
Dor has is prejudiced and he's not afraid to say it. Muggleborns putrefy bloodlines, Gryffindors are duffers and Hufflepuff is just a bunch of Muggle-loving poufs; Ravenclaw's really the only House besides Slytherin worth being in and any and every Slytherin is a gift to Wizardkind. You know, that sort of thing. Those prejudices aren't as strong as they were in previous generations -- more guidelines, really, fodder for insults. Despite that, Dor it quick to belittle just about anyone for just about anything; Dorian is immensely critical, cruel, and sarcastic, which wouldn't be much of a problem if he wasn't so damned outspoken about how much he hated everybody.
Dor doesn't really care if he hurts peoples feelings; he rarely says sorry without a sarcastic bite to the word. All of this usually ends up getting him in a bit of trouble, and thus Dorian has become a master in the art of running away. And hexes. He's a little terrifyingly good at hexes.
Of course, the loudest of them is usually the weakest; there are three things that mostly make up Dor's tumultuous inner thoughts. One: he is not happy. Two: he wants to be liked, and he fails miserably at it -- he doesn't even like himself. Three: he is wrong. To mask this from both himself and the world, Dor makes a big show of belittling others. Dor is hardly brainwashed into his hatred -- though he is a bit of a supremacist, he only really turned after reading propaganda that insisted Muggleborns diluted magical blood and increased the chances of Squibs in families. Having a Squib cousin of his own, Dor immediately took to the idea of having someone to blame for it. Slow realization that he may, in fact, be wrong, and his maturation as a human being have begun to force him to change his mind, but he doesn't want to go down that easily. It would be easier if there was someone to help him along, but people can rarely stand to be around him long enough to understand that he wants to change -- thus, the inner turmoil. Dor is truly and horribly pitiful.
Despite his haughty exterior, Dorian really is lonely. He was always smaller and less talented than the other boys, and rather than allow himself to be bullied he eventually became one himself, although with his mistress language rather than physical violence. He has very few friends, or at least very few confidantes, and though it comes off as a personal choice there's a tiny, secret part of him that he smothers at every opportunity that wants to be a Mudblood-sympathizer, since they all seem to have friends. When he does find a friend, however, he makes a special point of being a rather fantastic one -- he's lost friends before, he doesn't want to do it again.
HISTORY:
PB:The Baddocks were never a loving family.
It was sad, really, as Malcolm Baddock was pegged as one of the Slytherins that might really reform after the war -- he'd always been a bit soft, anyways, and hadn't actively fought for the Death Eaters. After he married Petronella Van Heel, however, all hope was lost; the pair of them produced a child and then quickly and feverishly tried to regain the Baddock prestige as socialites, only coming off as desperate. The pair of them often came home drunk, usually at different hours of the morning, while their maid-cum-nanny watched over ickle Dorian.
Dorian was never well-liked; attention needy as a child, he grew to be an insufferable young man. The only person who could stand him, really, was his cousin Mary. Mary laughed at Dorian's jokes and only pursed her lips when he crossed a line; she was quick to forgive, kind, adventurous. She was a year younger than he was, so he went off to Hogwarts facing the prospect of not seeing her for an entire year. He could wait, though. For Mary.
Dor's first year at Hogwarts was horrible. Despite the success of being sorted into Slytherin, by the end of his second week he already couldn't wait to turn 17 and graduate. There werent many people like Mary in Slytherin, and he wasn't keen on associating with the other Houses. When he finally, mercifully returned home for summer hols, he and Mary barely ever parted, waiting together for her letter as Dor told her stories of Hogwarts -- how enormous it was, about the staircases and portraits. Nothing about being shoved in hallways or kicked in the shins just for being a firstie. After all, he didn't want Mary to be scared.
Mary was scared, though, but not of Hogwarts. Even though she was nearing 11, she still hadn't shown many signs of magic. "I've tipped over sugar bowls," she confided, "but that's all." By the time Dor was Mary's age, he had already learned how to get books off high shelves. Worried, Mary asked Dor to teach her how to use magic. For a month they practiced, Dor allowing Mary to use his wand, but on Mary's eleventh birthday the only owl that came in was from her grandmother, wishing her a happy birthday.
Dorian had never seen Mary cry harder.
Dor was ushered home, and he received letters from Mary saying that her parents were very angry and that she might not ever see him again. He wrote back telling her not to worry, that he'd find a way, but the next morning his father handed him a letter from Mary's parents. She was being shipped off to a school for Squibs, to try and rehabilitate them and allow them to return to the magical world. A prison, really. An asylum. Somewhere Mary didn't deserve to be.
Instilled with a whole new bitterness, Dorian's second year was nearly unbearable. As he was trod underfoot, he began to develop his venom on his peers and first years; he studied hexes obsessively and began to excel in Charms and Potions. He spent the majority of his time studying, either in his dorm or outside in the privacy of one of the many nooks and crannies he'd found for himself. Dor returned as a third year with a vengeance.
He was horrid. Unbearable. Wicked and cruel and vicious. As a third year, he was just annoying to his elders, but as he grew older and his superiors grew fewer, he began to have more impact -- more of a reputation. He was That Kid Who Sneered And Hissed Insults While The Teacher's Back Was Turned, The Bloke What Cursed My Owl Featherless For No Bloody Good Reason, Evil Horrible Unbearable Slytherin #2. By the time he reached his sixth year, even seventh years muttered under their breath when he walked by. It was glorious.
Mary began to write to him again over the summer following his fifth year, halting letters in slanted writing. She wrote about how much she missed him and how much she hated Saint Hawthorne's -- the 'school' she was in. He wrote back to her at first, desperate to regain her friendship, but slowly lost interest. He wasn't the same, she wasn't the same. Mary kept writing letters for a month after he stopped, and the last package she sent was a scrapbook of pictures of them when they were small. "It's the only thing they let me take," she scrawled on the accompanying note. Dor sent it back with a short "Don't be stupid. Just keep the blasted thing."
And that was that.
Dorian entered his seventh year already anxious to end it and just get on with his life, but by the time graduation was looming, he had no idea what he wanted to do. Living off the family fortune was hardly an option, as his parents had seen fit that there wasn't much of one left; his father encouraged him to go into something menial like office work, but with a personality and mindset as haughty as Dorian's, it was almost impossible to imagine him working in a formal setting. As it stands, he currently writes essays for Potions and Charms magazines, and is hoping to have a textbook on hexes published come spring.
NPC PB's: Helena Bonham Carter (Petronella Baddock), Keanu Reeves (Malcolm Baddock), Samaire Armstrong (Mary Baddock)
|
|
|
| six |
[31 Jan 2008|07:19pm] |
You people have thirty seconds to tell me what in the flying fantastical fuck is going on before I kill someone with the closest thing to me.
Right now I have a strangely shaped twig. Anyone feeling up for death by twig?
I have gleaned that my name is Dorian Nott and I hate you all. Let's keep things that way.
|
|
|
| cinq. |
[21 Jan 2008|02:12pm] |
I hate the smell of apricots. The only homework I will ever procrastinate on is Potions. Oh, and West and I have been shagging for the past five years.
Merlin, it feels good to be back.
|
|
|
| deux. |
[19 Jan 2008|01:02am] |
To be completely fucking honest, the real reason I despise you miserable twats is because you've somehow gotten the idea that we all care about your minor miseries, and the fact that, against all reason, other people actually do. I want people to care about my fucking problems, not your stubbed toes and broken nails.
And while I'm at it? This isn't a fucking kumbaya. Just stop with the heart-to-hearts, I'm-so-lonelys, and I-love-you-alls. It's making me want to simultaneously vomit and hex half the school out of existence.
( [Private.] )
|
|
|
| [un] |
[08 Jan 2008|09:56pm] |
Oh look. Back at this vomitous mass of a school.
What's this? Sixteen inches of parchment on goblin wars.
Odious joy.
|
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
|
|
|