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Casey Wilder
Full Name: Casey Martin Wilder
Aliases: Steve Rogers, Roy Harper, Dan Garett, Scott Summers, Hal Jordan
Specialization: Hunter
Age: 32
Birthdate: June 18th
Gender: I have an outtie
Personality
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Color: Chrome
Food: Is Vicodin a food? If that doesnāt count, fried chicken.
Drink: Diet Coke
Music: Anything but rap, but it needs to be sing-able
Casey is a mess, but a fun mess. Most people have no idea what to make of him, even those who have known him for years and worked with him on a regular basis. Generally words like ācrazyā and āimmatureā are thrown around, but whether or not itās all just an act? Anyoneās guess.
For the most part, heās quite friendly. Gregarious even. Quick with a joke, with an almost unhealthy penchant for pop-culture references culled from the last three decades. His tastes apparently vary widely, since heās more than capable of following up an Octomom reference with a quote from a contemporary novel (he apparently has a thing for Bret Easton Ellis, whichā¦ actually shouldnāt come as too much of a surprise). He is extremely fond of karaoke, and will often encourage his co-workers to accompany him to various karaoke bars throughout the city.
That superficiality extends to other aspects of his life as well. Heās a certifiable manwhore, though he does tend to be a little more intimate, in the romantic sense, than most one-night stands. He flirts with just about everyone, irrespective of gender, and develops attachments quite quickly, even if they only tend to go so deep.
His usual irreverence and snark donāt turn off on the job. If he werenāt so damn good at what he does, heād probably have been out of the circle a while ago. He seems to treat what they do like a game, as if heās unable to take even life or death situations seriously. Heās even made a joke out of his addiction to pain-killers, by filing them into Pez shape and eating them out of a variety of Pez dispensers.
While heās smart enough, heās seldom involved in the planning stages of operations. He has no problem leaving the logistics to others. When things go wrong, though, is where he shines. He has a talent for improvisation that borders on the absurd, and has turned many a heist gone off the rails into remarkable successes. Heās unpredictable at the best of times, which is something of an asset in a business where oneās peers are regularly profiled.
Though heās quite capable of violence, he seems to exhibit no joy in causing harm or taking life. In fact, heāll often go out of his way to make sure that people arenāt hurt. Property gets no such distinction; he actually tends to cause a lot more collateral damage in that respect than is probably necessary, and his face positively lights up in situations where explosives are called for.
First Crime: Caseyās first crime involved stealing some Marvel trading cards from a local comic book store when he was eight. He wanted them badly, but when he exited the store the security alarm went off. In a panic, he dashed to his bike, but he was so terrified of being caught that he ādumped the lootā by flinging it behind him only a minute or so from the storeā¦ which he lived all of three blocks from.
His first real crime came later, shortly after he dropped out of high school. He and a friend got incredibly drunk and stole a police car parked outside a Dunkin Donuts. They then proceeded to turn the lights on while tail-gating other motorists only to speed by, honking, when the bewildered people pulled over. After growing bored, they left it parked outside the municipal courthouse.
Casey Wilder was the youngest of three sons to grow up in the large town of Rutland, Vermont. His family was pretty average, both in terms of income and demeanor, and no one ever expected anything exceptional from Casey. Had he been born a few decades later, he would have quickly been diagnosed with ADHD and prescribed a bevy of kiddie-pills. As it was, he was just considered an odd, spunky little miscreant.
He dropped out of high school during his sophomore year in order to pursue a career in music; namely, he and some friends had a garage band and managed to get a few gigs, so he figured it was only a few years before he was set for life. Of course, the band broke up less than a year later, and Casey realized heād basically fucked himself.
What followed was essentially a string of misadventures that most people assume heās making up. He hitched a ride on a semi-truck and wound up killing the driver in self-defense when the guy pulled a knife on him and demanded some road head. With the dead body not-so-cleverly concealed in the back with cases and case so frozen peas, he actually drove the tractor trailer all the way to the Boston suburbs and then abandoned it.
In Boston, he ran afoul of the Irish mafia by getting into a bar-fight with several of them. He acquitted himself well enough that they put him to work as an enforcer, but he soon disappeared, not particularly caring for the job. He disappeared with 10,000 dollars that didnāt belong to him, and hasnāt set foot in Boston since.
After that he had a brief stint in DC where he worked as a male escort. He was tapped to participate in an attempt to blackmail a powerful Republican senatorā¦ and, well, really, you probably get the idea by now. His bouncing around took him to many of the major cities in US, and eventually most of Europe as well.
Two events bear mentioning. His only major relationship, carried out with a closeted Marine, ended in disaster after two years of relatively normal living. He caught the guy in bed with one of their best friends, flipped the fuck out, and wound up being shot in the leg by his (ex)boyfriend. In the aftermath of that (which happened seven years ago), he acquired his addiction to painkillers, which he has happily nursed to this day. At present, he eats them like candy, and the few attempts heās made at kicking the habit resulted in withdrawals so profound that heās vowed never to try again.
Next came two years ago, when he signed on to serve as the wheelman for a job. He really had no idea what he was getting into, but when the individuals heād ferried didnāt come out in ten minutes like theyād told him they would, he decided to sneak in and see what was up. He found them pinned down by two security personnel with automatic weapons, whom he proceeded to take out with the six shot pistol theyād given him. He did it by slamming the sturdy gun into the back of their heads, felling them in a single blow apiece. That little stunt and the subsequent getaway earned him a position in the group of criminals heās been serving with to this day.
Skill Set: Driving/Stealing Vehicles, Close-Range Combat, Demolitions
Preferred Equipment: Casey prefers not to use equipment at all, generally opting for hand-to-hand or improvising weapons from his surroundings. He does carry a KA-BAR knife, sheathed on his left ankle, and a shoulder-holstered Colt Python.
How often are you online?: All the freaking time
How often do you think you'll be to post?: See above
Do you like ice cream?: Have to be in the mood for it
Password: Mastermind