The Basics.
Any Nicknames: None that are pleasant.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
Grade: Eleventh.
Sexual Orientation: Unclear.
Clique: She's new to the school, but she's never been a popular person, and doesn't expect that to change anytime soon.
Appearance.
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 104lbs
Fashion Sense: Pretty much nonexistent. She muddles through with simple blouses and jackets and jeans and cargo pants, mostly thrift store stuff. Colors, as far as clothing goes, are cool and dark (nope, no neon for this one).
Scars | Tattoos | Etc: No tattoos. Casey does have multiple mysterious scars, the most noticeable being the one on her left temple.
Overall Appearance: She's actually very pretty, but she certainly doesn't think so, and most others overlook it. Her hair is long and a dark brown color, and is usually kept down in a way that hides some of her face. Her eyes are a tinged brown, obscured by the hair that she lets fall in front of them. She's a thin, short girl, with fairly pale skin and a generally meek look to her.
Personality.
Habits: Casey has a habit of picking at her lip when she's nervous (something she tries to help with an abundance of lip balm). Also, she often runs her hands through her hair, and every once in a while she may have trouble breathing, which is not something caused by a medical condition. Sometimes she forgets to eat, but it's never caused any problems.
Likes: Books, scary movies, superstitions, pie, art, mayonnaise and tomato sandwiches, solitude, rain, camping, eyes, and edges.
Dislikes: Sports, meat, chalk, most social situations and, well, herself.
Favourite Subject/Why: English. She doesn't usually have to talk if she doesn't want to, and it's the only class in which being absorbed in a book is considered good thing.
Least Favourite Subject/Why: Physical Education. It's a class during which, by definition, you're expected to compete. Also, the locker room has never been a very pleasant place.
Hobbies: Reading, hiking, and simply observing.
Overall Personality: Casey keeps to herself, and has become very good at blending in when she wants to. She's not a leader, not a follower; she's not even part of the group. Although she doesn't really talk to people about herself, those who've gotten to know her find that Casey is a very kind, if odd, person. She puts the needs of others first, and doesn't hate anyone, even those who give her a hard time. While she is very quite, and it'd be easy to assume that she's weak, but her mind is strong and she does her best to brush off anything that comes her way. Most people stay away from her and consider her strange. Which she is. Her thought process is a little wonky, but always geared toward helping others, and her imagination knows no bounds.
Background.
Friends: None, as of now, unless you count inanimate objects.
Best Friends: See "Friends".
Relationship Status: Single seems to be a running theme.
Family: Christine Evans Vermette - her mother (age 42)
Adam Vermette - her father (deceased, age 46)
Emily Rose Vermette - her sister (age 2)
Nathan Anderson - her mother's boyfriend, Emily's father (age 41)
Enemies: She's new to the school, so for now "who knows?" seems appropriate.
Overall History: She has always been considered weird. She was isolated and picked on at a young age, and that was something that never changed. Her Father committed suicide before she was born, no one is quite sure why, but that greatly affected the way others saw and acted around her and may have been why she turned out the way she did. Not much is known as to why, but she seemingly disappeared for six months around her 13th birthday. When she returned, rumors stirred, and she was pulled out of school a year later. Soon after that, Casey's mother became pregnant by her boyfriend, who had been living with them since around the time she returned and was a pretty good guy, if a little strict. After the baby was born, Nathan and her mother decided that it wouldn't be healthy for Emily to grow up around Casey, and she was sent to Fresh Mountain High.
Other: Unique and Original!