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[fuckingneal]

Player Info

Name: Alli
Age: 25
Contact: airchildstrega @ AIM and Plurk
Characters Already in Teleios: None
Reserve: here

Character Basics:

Character Name: Neal Cassidy
Journal: fuckingneal
Age: over 300… he looks around late 30s, early 40s, fake birthday is 3/23/1977
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Canon Point: Pre-2x14
Debt:

Class A: 2 years
Class B: 1,080 years
Class C: 75 years
GRAND TOTAL: 1,167 years

Canon Character Section:

History: here

Personality: The personality of Neal Cassidy is constructed from the circumstances surrounding the way the persona came to be at all. His father raised him to be a good boy, to never stand out too much. When he ran to another world and his father refused to follow him, the boy that was Baelfire had to make a change. However slowly it took place has yet to be seen (damn canon) but the man who will enter Teleios has benefitted from the overhaul.

He doesn’t trust easily, but once you’ve earned it from him or been through something with him, he’ll keep you near and dear. Being abandoned physically and emotionally by both of his parents, he longs for closeness, but is afraid to let a person in close enough to have the chance to hurt him. It’s a strange paradox and usually ends up biting him in the ass, because he chooses the wrong people to trust (see: Pinocchio and Tamara).

A life of crime doesn’t suit many people, but Neal takes to it like a fish in water. It can be assumed (until canon tells me otherwise) that he learned quite a bit of his con artist skills from his Lost Boy brethren. He was born to be a Lost Boy, after all. Neither of his parents had his best interest at heart when their own personal desires were in the same room. Because of this, he has learned to look out for himself above all else. It’s rather cyclical thinking and ends up causing him to make decisions that mirror those of both his parents on a regular basis (abandoning Emma, being the most prominent). Stealing from strangers is perfectly fine, as far as he’s concerned. He doesn’t know them or care about them. They probably wouldn’t give a fuck about him, so why should he give one? He takes what he needs, but not much else. We never see Neal living well, just well enough to get by. He only really even thinks about obtaining enough money for a future when he meets Emma and tries to set up the watch deal to get them enough to move to Florida. So even while disregarding the needs and wants of others, he’s not going about it for much profit, just enough to continue to live comfortably.

After dealing with massive emotional trauma as a child and living over three centuries in multiple worlds, Neal has picked up an incredibly laid back temperament which helps get him through the days. He is the one with the duck that lets water roll off its back. This isn’t to say that he doesn’t care, but that he tries not to get himself worked up about things, if at all possible. Canon has showed that family remains his big button to push. Meeting his father again, learning he has a son- these things bring out a whole spectrum of emotions in him. And while these things happen later in his canon than the point he’s pulled from, it’s important to know that we have seen that these are the big things that push him to that point.

Powers/Abilties: No magic abilities here. Con artist, silver tongue, sticky fingers.

Appearance: here

Samples:

Actionspam Sample: several here

Prose Sample: There were more nights than he liked to admit that he didn’t have a real roof over his head. Moving from city to city would do that to a guy, but he made do with as best he could. Smooth talking his way into a free coffee was pretty easy by now. He could even swing a full breakfast if the waitress was feeling friendly. But a house? After a few solid days in town, he could nickel and dime his way to enough for a hotel room, but he didn’t mind a night or two without. It reminded him of a simpler time, a simpler world. Makeshift beds with patched together roofs were nostalgic for him.

He caught sleep whenever the need arose. Keeping odd hours was just the name of the game at this point. If he slept away the afternoon, it meant he could con a few drunks out of a hundred bucks later at last call. Unfortunately, his mid-day snooze was being interrupted by the sound of metal on metal. One eye cracked open enough to see a jean jacket and a blonde pony tail swaying back and forth as she jimmied the lock of the yellow bug he was currently occupying. She didn’t see him, and besides, he liked admiring the work of a fellow criminal. He even let her get comfortable with her newly claimed prize before he made his presence known.

"Impressive, but you really could have just asked me for the keys." He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, finding the whole thing pretty amusing. And it only took a few seconds before he decided he was just going to go with this. She was clearly someone like him and this could be an interesting way to spend the day, if nothing else. What could possibly go wrong?