#casey smith

She buzzed the side of her head because she likes to follow alt groups. She has a few tattoos and she does still have industrial earrings

Mind you this was her old art ↓

I felt like she needed a bit more personality, since when I originally created her I had no idea of Anna's personality and wanted to implement some of it into my ego. I made Evie on a whim so I'd really like to revamp her and Casey's backstory and personalities :)

“Nimitz House”

The Nimitz House was built in 1900 on Goat Island, now Yerba Buena Island, as a residence for the Commandant of a Naval Training Station.

Officially known as Quarters One, the Classical Revival home got its nickname from Admiral Chester Nimitz, a World War II naval hero who spent his last days there.

In 1998, the house became a bizarre flashpoint in the construction of the new Bay Bridge when the Navy refused to let Caltrans engineers onto Yerba Buena Island. Why? Their design called for a span that would cast a shadow on the Nimitz House.

Construction didn’t restart for a year and a half as the plans were redrawn to ensure the historic home would remain in the sun.

status: ongoing, not yet complete

pairing: arthur morgan x male!reader

warnings: eventual smut. canon typical violence. canon typical swearing

chapters:

chapter one

chapter two

If you haven’t heard, the Jonas brothers just came out with a song called “Cool”. I listened to it today.

The first time I heard it, it instantly made me think of her. Let me give you some examples from the song.

Woke up feelin' like a new James Dean

I'm feelin' high like a late night summer of last year, yeah ...... as in her concerts of all last summer!!! Also in Me! It says “Livin' in winter, I am your summer”

Lights are green, man, they look like palm trees, need I explain this one?

Sittin' there, winnin' like it's Game of Thrones... her favorite show that she was rumored to making an appearance on

So the sane side of me investigated this a little before jumping to the conclusion. It was written by Casey Smith. A ghost writer with next to not information on their name. Kind of like when she ghost wrote under the alias Nils Sjoberg.

And what label produced this you ask? Well of course Republic Records!!!

*Side note* I am still in the process of fleshing them out so some things may be subjected to change and be inconsistent!!

About them~

Evie and Casey go back all the way to the 1800s where they had recently gotten married in a small rural village during the winter. The two were absolutely smitten with each other, anyone with eyes could see that. Things quickly had taken a turn for the worst when a lone, hungry vampire takes the life of Evie Smith, putting the blame onto Casey when he finds her pale lifeless body in the snow. Since Evie was absolutely beloved, always making people laugh and helping around the town, the village turns on Casey. He is brutally executed by the few people who led the village and made all the town's decisions.

Since this happens in only a few hours, Evie awakens in a nailed coffin which she tore apart quite quickly. The village had decided to execute Casey before giving her a proper burial because they had thought that Evie's killer must die before she could rest. Evie is terrified and confused when she awakens, all she remembered was going outside to take a stroll before her vision went dark.

Fun fact! Vampires are super territorial not only where they sleep but also around people too. Particularly, people that they call family, which could be close friends, spouses/partners, relatives, even animals that they consider pets. If one of them is hurt or killed...you better pray to whatever God you believe in that you aren't responsible for it, or get in their way. As expected Evie goes on a murderous rampage when she finds her husband lying in a pool of his own blood. They didn't bother to clean up yet or dispose of his body(they thought he didnt deserve a proper burial). She murdered the entire village, and I mean the entire village. No survivors.

Evie still feels guilty to this day about it, but not entirely. She only feels guilty about the children that had perished from her. She kept Casey's wedding band, always wearing both rings on her left ring finger. She gets them polished after every few decades. Her ghost hunting crew, which she calls family consists of her brother, and a few other egos that I'm also in the process of making(PLEASE SEND HELP/J).

The sun doesnt kill her but she has to wear 100 SPF and apply multiple layers so she doesn't burn because she's so pale. Since she's so pale she usually wears makeup to cover up the inhuman sickly look to her. ALSO when Vampires turn, their appearance doesn't change at all. They aren't inhumanly beautiful, they are average looking people. The parasitic species had evolved so that they are able to blend in with the people around them easily, which means: Retractable fangs and claws!!

Casey on the other hand wakes up a few years later, stuck in limbo for a while before his soul was released onto earth again. He was executed in a church, them thinking he was the devil. He wasn't very liked by the villagers, even before his untimely death. While traditionally, ghosts and spirits usually haunt a specific place or object, Casey doesn't. He just wanders around aimlessly, suffering silently(Onlookers sometimes will spot a strange victorian looking man walking on the side of the road). He is drawn to warm and cozy spaces because of how cold he always is, how empty he feels, but he stays away from people. He's grown bitter as centuries passed. While he is bitter and not a people person, he is not the one to disrespect women or children. He is quite the gentlemen actually, just don't bother him and you're good.

PS~ I'm just making it up as I go, some things are just not going to be historically accurate

pairing: arthur morgan x male!reader

a/n: this one is a bit of a shorter chapter! hope you guys enjoy!

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White light. That was all Casey was able to see as he woke up. The male rubbed his eyes a little bit before stretching, then standing up. He looked to see most of the camp equipment had been picked up, which indicated Arthur had been awake. The male sighed softly and looked around for the burly male, smiling softly once he spotted Arthur. Casey walked over to the male, tapping him on the shoulder.

”Mornin’, Arthur. Were ya ready to head out?” Casey asked Arthur, who grunted in response, turning his head to look at Casey and gave him a small smile as he closed his journal and put it in his satchel. “Sure. Let’s go,” Arthur responded as he got up from the rock he had been sitting on previously. The pair made their way over to the camp and their horses. Packing the last of their stuff up, both men mounted their respectful horses.

Clicking his tongue, Arthur led the two of them. He knew Casey hasn’t ever really had the time to explore these parts, and he wanted to be the one to show him. It gave Arthur a bit of pride to be a tour guide, of sorts. It was just what Casey brought out in him. Casey patted Beau’s neck as he fed him, soon catching up to Arthur. “So, where to first, cowboy?” The brunette had questioned the burly male riding alongside him.

Arthur glanced at Casey for a moment before clearing his throat, hand firmly grasping the reigns on his horse. “Well, first I was thinkin’ we get ourselves a bounty, earn a lil’ bit of cash for the gang,” he had responded. Casey nodded along, liking the idea. “Okay. I like that idea. Let’s do it,” the brunette responded, chuckling some.

The pair rode into Rhodes, riding to the sheriff’s, knowing they’d find bounties there. So long as the pay was good, they wouldn’t mind doing it. Hitching their horses, both Casey and Arthur made their way inside the building, walking over to the town’s sheriff. “Mornin’, sheriff,” Arthur spoke. “Got any bounties?” He added. The sheriff clicked his tongue and pulled out a few wanted posters from a drawer of the desk.

He tossed it to them. Casey took them and looked through them as the sheriff gave a run down on the three criminals. “First one, he’s a pain in the ass. Jailed almost every week. Poor shit hadn’t learned his lesson. The second feller, he’s a lil’ bit easier. A bit stupid, if ya ask me. Third guy, almost as bad as the first. Pay’s good for all three so...pick your poison, fellas,” the sheriff told them.

The two of them talked it out and decided to take the second and third bounties. “I’ll take the second one he spoke about,” Casey initiated, deciding to let Arthur do the hard work, knowing he’d most likely get through to the criminal better than Casey probably would be able to. He just didn’t have the patience for those kinds of things. “Okay. That settles it. Let’s go, Case,” Arthur spoke as the two exited the sheriff’s office, going to their hitched horses and getting on them.

”The bounties seem to be near the same area, so we could just meet up afterwards,” Casey said to Arthur, who simply nodded his head as they started to draw near where these bounties were last seen. Once split up, Casey treaded through a foresty area, spotting a figure against a tree. Getting off Beau, the brunette made his way over, lasso in hand to take down the bounty. When he got close enough, Casey pinned the guy to the ground and hog tied him.

Both men soon got their bounties, riding back to the sheriff’s. Arthur’s bounty wouldn’t quit talking, which pissed Arthur off, so there was a few times where the burly male had reached back and used his pistol to hit the guy’s head. The two soon got to the sheriff’s, hitching their horses and toting the two men inside, tossing them into the jail cell that was open. “Why thank ya, fellas. Here’s the money as promised,” the sheriff said to them as he handed them each their cut. “Thanks, sheriff,” Arthur said as the men pocketed the cash and left.

With SKYWAY shutting its original manufacturing doors, DIG BMX have jumped in with a broken heart to report.

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