APPEARANCE:
Credit: wyv1 from deviant art
NAME: Reed, Casey
AGE: 26
SEX: M
PERSONALITY: Selfish, arrogant, and slick, Casey will do what he needs to get what he needs. He’s not necessarily heartless but if it comes down to you or him, he’d pick himself a hundred times over. That being said, there are a select few who Casey would put before himself.
OCCUPATION: Locksmith/Thief
BACKGROUND: Casey’s father, Matthew Reed, was a master locksmith who owned the local Valhalla Locks. His father, however, passed away when he was only about 8 years old. His mother, Tess Reed, took up the business but could barely manage keeping it afloat. They made little to no profit at all from the business but Tess refused to give up on it, feeling as though it was the last thing she had of her father.
Thus, Casey, having been used to his parents being able to buy the things he wanted, began stealing them instead. He started small, but as he got older, his thievery became more and more serious. In school he began getting involved with all types of the wrong people. He never joined any gangs, preferring to drift in between them, but he eventually became friends with a lot of young delinquents.
Just after Casey (barely) graduated High School, his mother passed away. She had been nagging him all year about going to a technical school so he could take over the company, but he had ignored her. He preferred the life of thievery than that of an honest man. However, when she passed, he promised to take over the company. And so studied at The University of Valhalla which had a 4-year locksmith program. After he graduated, he quickly reestablished Valhalla Locks. However, going to school and taking over his family’s business did not brush out his bad steak. In fact, now, Casey began spending his days stealing from the houses that hired him. Then he sold whatever he stole to various connections he made over the years.
Just before the outbreak in Valhalla, Casey spent most of his time picking locks for work, picking locks for fun, picking locks illegally, smoking, drinking, and getting high.
SKILLS:
Persuasion- Casey can talk his way into or out of anything. One moment he’s threatening the sweat on your brow, the next he’s smooth talking the pants around your ankles.
Free Running- Despite his unhealthy habits, Casey is actually a decent free runner. He polished the skill by running away from cops and thugs alike. The bad thing is, Casey has a terrible sense of direction and gets lost easier than a set of car keys in an old couch. Furthermore, Casey is incapable of swimming.
Lock Picking/Pick Pocketing- Not only did Casey obviously pick up lock picking through the trade, he’s always had a knack for swiping wallets and bracelets.
Street Smarts- Casey not only knows various other shady characters as well as cops, but he knows how they work. He knows what sells on the streets for what price, when the drugs he’s about to buy has other unwanted things mixed in, and he knows certain patrol routes, when cops are bull shitting him, and which cops are crooked. However, one thing Casey fails at is using, or even recognizing, any type of fire arm. If it’s not a pistol, to Casey, it’s a big fucking gun.
LIKES: Lockpicking, drugs and alcohol, red heads, and sweets (candy).
DISLIKES: Boring people, uptight people, anyone smarter than he is, boats, bridges, maps, directions, being lost in general, spiders, and Narcs.