DOUGLASS, CAINE MALLORY

[CAINE DOUGLASS]

OH MY IT'S ,
CAINE MALLORY DOUGLASS

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HALF-BLOOD, SIXTEEN, HUFFLEPUFF

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WALKED AWAY, HEARD THEM SAY, "POISONED HEARTS WILL NEVER CHANGE."

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HELLO THERE, VERY NICE TO MEET YOU! COULD YOU TELL ME YOUR
NAME AND IT'S MEANING, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE? THEN I WOULDN'T AT ALL MIND KNOWING YOUR BLOOD STATUS, BIRTHDAY AND AGE. CHEERS!
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"the name's caine, alright? caine douglass, and don't ask where it came from or any of that, 'kay?...it's just the sort of thing parents come up with cuz they think it sounds nice, i s'pose...i'm sixteen now, anyway...sixteen and born on december twenty-first which i guess is fitting, seeing as its the coldest day of the year...its almost like i was predestined to be a bit distant from other people...isolated, almost, even though i don't try to be. but anyways, i'm a half-blood...part magic, part muggle...whatever. "


DUDE, THATS INTERESTING - WHAT HOUSE WERE YOU IN? OR WHAT HOUSE ARE YOU IN? AND MY OH MY YOUR WAND - WHAT IS IT MADE OUT OF?
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"alright, well, i'm a hufflepuff, ok? probably because they didn't know where else to put the frail kid who's got too many fears to be gryffindor, and not enough of the malice for slytherin...and ravenclaw, forget it...there are too many times i just forget to use my head..but as for wand, its made of mahogany...twelve inches long with ashwinder ash for the core...there...good enough for you?"


RIIIIGHT SO UHM WHATS YOUR SEXUALITY AND ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? WHATS COOKING IN THE LOVE NEST?
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"sexuality?........i well........i-i don't even know about that, alright? just come off it, please."


ALRIGHT SO NOW WE'RE CLOSE AND EVERYTHING IS OUT IN THE OPEN I'M GOING TO HAVE A LOOK AT YOUR PERSONALITY. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR FEARS, LOVES, HATES ETC.

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"fears...thats a big one, even though i hate to admit it...you'd better not go telling people any of this shit, ok? i don't really need any more judgement in my life, got it? so i don't like the dark...and don't even jump and start telling me that's childish or anything, cuz i've got a reason, ok? only...i'd rather not say what it is cuz it hurts to think about stuff like that. abandonment's another thing i guess you could say i'm afraid of...half the time, i feel like it's me against the world and you wouldn't understand that unless you were empathic like me, and could literally pick up the emotions of the people around you like they were in your own head...sometimes i don't even know what're my own feelings and what are someone else's and half the time i'm afraid i'm gonna just start acting on emotions that aren't even my own so long as they're strong enough...

as for stuff i like, i guess you could say reading and writing and shit like that...i don't know, i'm more fond of individual things over the group, stuff, you know? and i guess, again, that's probably got something to do with the whole empath thing...half the time, its just too overwhelming to be around alot of people unless they're all calm or some weird coincidence like that. i like shopping, too, believe it or not...probably because its one of the few things in my life i've got control over...not that i'm completely attached to having my ways in things, it's just...i like to make my own decisions every once in a while, and its not like the shit that you buy at a store's going to try and tell you otherwise...oh....and speaking of control...i guess you could say i kind of like, well....when people....uhm...you know what, never mind...i shouldn't say that.

as for hate, that's a pretty strong word...but, whatever, i get what you're saying...i can't stand when people are ignorant or prejudiced or anything like that...sometimes i just wonder why everyone just can't open up and accept everyone else around them. but in a world like this, that'd be alot of people to try and convert into thinking about equality. also, i don't do very well around blood and shit...i guess i just saw too much as a younger kid to think any of that's the least bit cool...i mean, pain's one thing, because it's only one step away from pleasure, but blood's got a pretty bad impact on me, if you get my difference..."


WOW, YOU ARE INTERESTING MAN. NOW TALK ABOUT A TOPIC THAT IS CLOSE TO YOU IN SOME DETAIL.
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"yeah, here's something for you: i hate fucking interviews...i'm really not much of a talker if i don't know somebody all that well, so you should feel proud to know that i've told you this much, 'kay?"


SO, WHAT ABOUT FAMILY? WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHAT IS YOUR HISTORY AND DO YOU HAVE BROTHERS, SISTERS, AUNTS AND UNCLES?
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"family's what i dread the most....of course, i've got one, but everything's just so complicated...

my mother's named elaine douglass, and my father...well, i don't even remember anymore...i was born in pittsburgh, pennsylvania but moved to london, england when i was nine.

when my mum was younger, she had a friend who went to hogwarts...yeah, a girl who was one hundred percent magical blood while my mum had absolutely none. but from that friend of hers, she learned about stuff like magic and she sort of took up being a squib before she went and met my dad. fascinated by it all, she was...of course, by then, she'd run away from her own family cuz she had no idea what they'd think if she went and told them she wanted to be a witch...and when she met my dad she did everything in her power to convince him she was a pureblood too, til her lies had him believing it despite the fact that her so-called bloodlines were untraceable.

it was only after i was born that he actually found out the truth...i had to have been, like seven years old or something, and he just sort of up and left the house after fighting for almost an hour with my mum about the whole thing...you see, my father had always revered the dark arts and all the stuff that went on years ago with lord voldemort and shit...he was big about being a pureblood and having all things 'untainted' as far as relations were concerned.

once he left, my mum was too afraid to even attempt a witch's lifestyle, anymore...she married another guy and tried to wipe everything involving magic from my head...paul, his name was, and he had this son named adam that i sort of...i don't know...lets just drop that...

anyway, they were muggles, and having lived with my dad for so long, i still had the notion of magic in my head, even if my mum was trying her hardest to forget it...

when i was eleven, i got the letter to come here, and she was the happiest i'd ever seen her...and, yeah, i guess you could say things went on from there and here i am now...

yeah, i know it's not much of a history...its full of gaping wholes and tons of missing information... but you've gotta know people have the right to their secrets...my life growing up wasn't happy at all, but that and everything about it is something i'd just rather not talk about, thanks... "


I THINK THATS EVERYTHING, IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO SAY BEFORE I GO?
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"no...i'm done...just let me out of this bloody interview..."

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his eyelids felt as though they were hopelessly glued open, directed lazily towards the pale square of a ceiling while, somewhere in his head, sleep beckoned to be found...but no matter how hard he tried, caine douglass could not bring himself to pry it out into the open...it had been that way for at least a few years now, and he hated to think of that last time he'd been able to find solace and sleep in the dark...

moonlight crept in through his curtain-less window, and he watched as pale flecks of dust flitted about the cluttered dorm room...everything around him was seemingly present to act as a distraction, and he couldn't help the constant stream of thoughts that clouded his mind and prevented him from dozing off and finding the relief that was unconsciousness.

almost desperately, pale eyes locked onto the existing glow of moonlight that had somehow managed to penetrate the blackness outside...if only he could turn the lights on and chase those memories from his mind...those little strains of past life that played like films behind his eyelids and brought on such a wave of terrible guilt and perhaps even a touch of anger. but the dormheads would surely notice a light on, and as it was clearly after hours, he didn't want to risk the trouble for something so seemingly childish...only, perhaps it wasn't entirely childish in his case...it was fueled by much more than simple fear of the unknown...but fear of what very real memories lurked in the dark, just waiting to be uncovered, once more.

slowly, he took in a shaking breath and then let out a sigh...he had to get out of here...had to somehow stop the thoughts from invading his head...and what better excuse to step out of the gloom than to make for the lavatory down the hall? sure, they all had washrooms located within their rooms, but it wouldn't be much of an escape from anything to just turn the corner and be made to step back into the darkness again once he'd finished. for a moment longer, he lay there with jaw clenched in a kind of internal struggle, and then, finally, he pulled himself from the rumpled bedsheets and slid out from the dorm. the hallway was much brighter than his bedroom, with safety lights at either end should it be necessary for students to stray from their dorms...he was utterly alone, but there was something comforting about this fact, along with the presence of light that seemed to seep into his body and into his veins as though it were liquid. muscles immediately relaxed and although his eyes were itching with fatigue and the hallway was much cooler than his bedroom, caine felt considerably better.

he walked along slowly, hazel eyes almost sombre in their transition from uneasiness to contentment, and his stockinged feet made little noise against the polished flooring...at length, he came to the lavatory at the far end of the hallway, and braced himself eagerly for a sudden showering of flourescent light and, hopefully, a completely empty enclosure...

but the moment cold finger pressed at the equally cool surface of the door, caine's mood plummeted for reasons he did not immediately understand. an incredible sense of self-loathing overcame him so much that he felt like screaming or crying or else tearing at his own flesh in bitter disgust. it what one of the worst cases of such a thing he'd ever experienced, and his mind kept telling him that these thoughts were wholly his own...he hated himself for what he'd done...hated himself so much that he wanted to lay down and die or else make himself bleed so hard until the pleasure came to numb everything...

"oh god..." he muttered in a wounded voice as he stumbled into the light of the bathroom...these thoughts usually didn't come with the light, and because of this, they caught him completely off guard...his throat felt constricted and his body was beginning to ache with a heaviness that went far beyond mere bodily fatique...but then he saw it...saw something deep red seeping out from beneath one of the stalls some few feet away. shakily, caine stepped nearer, the currently chestnut hair hanging limp about his smooth countenance. his insides were still churning with such a dense self-hatred, but when his eyes landed upon the pink-haired figured sitting sprawled across the tiled floor, caine recognized that these feelings must not be entirely his own...

yes, for some reason or another, his mind was picking up the emotions of someone other than himself, and this was not uncommon in the case of caine douglass...but when his calculating eyes found the source of such conflicting feelings, it did not calm him in the slightest...he was still angry...still filled with overwhelming sorrow that he couldn't stop his voice from cracking in what would seem to be near hysteria when he addressed the apparently gender-confused being before him.

"what the hell are you doing, huh?' he asked, his entire countenance contorted in overwhelming emotion, "what the fuck d'you got a razor for? oh god...."

standing so close now, it was almost as though the metallic scent of all that spilled blood was rising up to meet him in an unstoppable wave...he stepped backward, into the stall door across from the other, expression reverting to one of fear now as the sight of that blood sunk in...so much blood...his body wracked with a shudder and his flesh seemed to drain of all color the longer he stood there watching it flow.

"fuck...just make it stop..." he murmured in a near groan, mind flooding with the sight of his half-brother dead on the bedroom floor...dead without blood that could flow and fill his body with oxygen and life...the emotions were too much now, and caine was having an increasingly difficult time deciphering which were his own and which were those of this obviously pained individual...

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ALL ABOUT: DANI !

HEY DID YOU KNOW I AM EIGHTEEN, soon NINETEEN YEARS OLD!? AND I HAVE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR THREE YEARS ALSO FOR THE RECORD I FOUND YOU BY YOUR AD ON PROBOARDS AND YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA: PMs OR MY MSN BYEEE!

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