♥ C A S E Y ♂ P I M B E R T O N ♥ ♥ A G E ♥ 16 ♥ G E N D E R ♥ Male ♥ S E X U A L I T Y ♥ Homosexual ♥ P E R S O N A L I T Y ♥ Easily Flustered | Mischievous | Stubborn | Motherly | Kind | Witty | Outgoing | Short-Tempered | Charismatic | Sarcastic ♥ R O L E ♥ President ♥ O T H E R ♥ Dresses in ambiguous, or feminine clothing Casey Pimberton"Hey, she's pretty cute, huh?" "Yeah, I'd totally tap that." Casey Pimberton, a Second Year at Rosewell High, walked down the crowded halls full of boys and girls that varied in age and appearance. He exaggerated this fact because he was a guy himself. A guy that got mistaken for a girl quite a lot. To the point of it being annoying. Sighing, he stopped in his tracks and spun on his heel. With hands on his hips, he glared at the two males that he heard while he was walking by. They stiffened under his fiery gaze, slightly shivering. What was going to happen to them? Were they about to get their asses handed to them by a guy (well, a girl in their eyes) wearing a frilly, cotton candy pink dress with red ribbons in his (her) unnatural, sakura pink hair? The thought amused them, but also scared them. It was always the small ones that you had to watch out for since they had hidden strength and martial art moves. "Listen up, assholes!" Casey started, voice full of his frustration. "I. Am. A. Guy! Okay? Under this cute dress is something that you would find in your own pants, which is where it should stay!" He finished with a huff. After a moment of silence, the young teen whipped back around, dress twirling with him. Head held up high, he stalked off down the hall, basking in the shocked silence that enveloped him. That was until he heard the phrases 'was she serious?' and 'she seems a bit crazy, but she's still hot'. She! She! She! Picking up the pace, Casey turned a sharp corner and continued down a shorter hall than the one he just came from. People took one glance at him and was scattering out of his way, sensing his murderous aura. It practically rolled off of him in dark red waves. He reached a certain classroom—Art Room 2, pushing the double doors wide open before stomping his way inside. "EVERY GUY IN THIS SCHOOL IS A MORON!" He exclaimed, forgetting that he was a guy and there were guys in the Art Room, letting himself plop on one of the many couches that decorated the room. The people, including himself, were all apart of a club—the Trap Club. Earlier in his high school years, Casey had decided to create a club for people like himself. And, by that, he meant people who were mistaken for the opposite gender. Apparently, they were considered to be 'traps' or 'reverse traps', depending on the person's biological gender, so that's how the club's name came to be. Being the founder of said club, Casey was also the President of the club. It was more of a club to let out your feelings than to actually participate in, but, sometimes, they would participate in school activities, using their looks to their advantage. "Why can't they just understand that I am a guy who likes to wear feminine clothing sometimes?!"