Fritz, Casper Elijah

[casperfritz]

CASPERELIJAHFRITZ

Soul like a thimble, swallowed up in symbols, wanting what I don't need.
If sympathy's the answer, I'll have temporary cancer,
but that's not what I'll have you believe.
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hello, my name is CASPER ELIJAH FRITZ, i'm 27 and i was born on SEPTEMBER 27. i guess that makes me a ART TEACHER and i've been WORKING at blackwood academy for A MONTH. people would say i'm BOHEMIAN, CHARMING, STUBBORN, PASSIONATE, and ELUSIVE and that i look a lot like RYAN GOSLING but i just don't see it.

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Hello. I'll be interviewing you today. Can you tell me your name, maybe a little bit about yourself?
My name is Casper Elijah Fritz. Both are family names. Casper is my dad's middle name, and Elijah was my grandfather's name. They are all big on keeping things in the family I guess. So about me. Twenty Seven years old, born and raised not to far from here actually. I've been living in New York the past few years, making a decent, though hardly lucrative, life off my art. I guess you could say I've done a bit in my life. I've been married and divorced already, traveled some pretty amazing places, lived in what is surely the greatest city in the world, doing what I love, and now, comeback home to settle down and roost and all that. I feel like I should probably be sixty or something.

That's a lovely name. Why don't you tell me about the people that named you, your parents? And what about the rest of your family and people close to you, tell me about them.
Ahh. Well my parents are pretty amazing. Desmond and Penelope Fritz. Its not everyday you get a set that actually support you blindly and without question. Mine did. I would do anything and everything for either of them. I mean, most dads would flip when their son tells them he wants to be an artist, F*ck college. But they just smiled and said if anyone could make it work, it was me. I'm an only child, so maybe that has something to do with it, you know? Not really spoiled, we were never wealthy enough for spoiling,I mean we were barely middle class, but indulged. My family's pretty small. Just us three. Both sets of grandparents were dead before I was born, and there are no aunts or uncles to speak of. I do have some distant second cousins somewhere, but I don't even know their names, and have never really bothered to find out. It hardly matters really. The three of us were more than enough. They are actually the reason i'm here. My dad's sick, and frankly, they can't afford the treatment, even with insurance. So, there isn't much I can do, but I can contribute a little. So I moved back home, and got what my ex would call a 'real job'


I've not really kept many 'old' friends. I mean you grow, you change, it's not likely that you are going to remain the same person Billy from down the street caught frogs with, you know? I mean, facebook lets me keep in touch, but really, I don't care that much. I was a different person then, and I don't really feel like reminiscing about the old days. I've made new friends, since I've settled in New York, some close, some acquaintances. But still, nothing life long. Maybe when my father is better, I'll move back. I may be able to rekindle those relationships, but really, I won't be bothered if I don't. I've been told that I'm a bit elusive, that catching my attention and holding it are pretty hard things to do. I don't know about that. I just know that you can't force like a deep emotional bond or crap with someone. It either happens or it doesn't, and if it doesn't, well enjoy their company while you can, then let it go. Don't get me wrong, I'm painting myself into some kind of sociopath or something here. I'm not. I have friends, and people I care about and all that. I just don't think holding onto someone simply for the sake of it is really that productive.


Up to this point in my life, really the only person I ever mourned lousing touch with is my ex wife, Izzie... She was far from perfect, and our relationship could be volatile at times, and as we grew up, it was just obvious we wanted very different things. But, even I have a hard time just writing that one off. She was my first love, and you can't really just let that go. I don't think you can at least. So I guess even though we haven't spoken since the divorce was finalized, I'm going to keep her in the 'close to me' category.

Interesting... What about before Blackwood, how was your life?
I've loved my life. It's been full of some amazing ups and downs. Like I said, I grew up near here, not exactly the richest kid, or the most popular. I was that weird one, always off on my own with my sketch book, or in the art room splattered with paint. It worked well enough for me, I was popular with the girls, the whole tortured artist thing really worked. Totally was able to get them to look past my lack of a football pedigree, and my serverly lacking funds. You probably think starting at high school is too early, but I have too. That's where Izzie came in, and well, she was a big part of my life. I'm pretty convinced she only started seeing me to piss off her mom. I mean, I was liked by the girls and all, but Izzie was way out of my league, you know the type, the pretty rich popular girl in school, the one only the pretty rich popular boys dated. But whatever, even if I thought she was pretty transparent in her motives, I went with it, she always was gorgeous, and a teenage boy doesn't need much else. God her mom hated me. Like really, I'm sure if she could have found a way to linch me and not get sent away, she would have done it. But that didn't stop Izzie, and before I really knew what happened, we were in love. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, high school love doesn't count. But this did, it was real. I graduated, and even though I was itching to leave, I waited for her to finish school before asking her to marry me. Retarded, I know. But when you're young and in love you don't think about that stuff. Things went well, for awhile, her mom even threw the most gorgeous wedding you've ever seen. But the honeymoon period had to end sometime. She started getting obsessed with having children, I mean obsessed. Nagging me all the damn time. She knew that was never part of the plan, we'd talked about it. I never wanted kids, still don't in fact. We were going to move to New York, she was going to open up a restaurant, I was going to paint, we'd live in some amazing walk up in Soho. That was the plan, the one we'd both thought was going to work. Then she ruined it. Blabbing away about me getting a real job to support her and our future children. I mean really, what the hell? It was getting bad, we weren't in the same room without fighting. I guess when I came home and found the divorce papers already drawn up, my first sense was one of relief. I signed, we went our separate ways. You know, oddly enough, that was really the only decision my mom didn't support me on. As much as Izzie's mom hated me, my mom loved Izzie... weird how that works.

I bummed around Europe for the first year and a half, met some interesting people, lived only off what I could scrape together busking or selling paintings to tourists. It was pretty wonderful, that was the kind of life I craved, not a nine to five, suit wearing corporate sellout kind of job. When I came back to the states, I moved to New York. And even if Izzie wasn't by my side, I was living the dream, a great walk up in Soho,actually making a living off my art. I wouldn't say I was well known or anything, but I was making a name for myself. Got a few gallery shows under my belt. It was turning into something that I could actually do more than just scrape by with. Then dad got sick. There was no question in my mind. New York will always be around. My dad won't. So I sublet-ted my apartment, packed some bags and came back to my home town. This job teaching art is going to help with his bills, so as long as I need to do it, it will be worthwhile.

If you had to pick something, what's the worst and the best things your done in your life?
The answer to both is Izzie... I mean I loved her, I really truly did. And some of my happiest times were with her. But so were some of my most miserable. I wouldn't give up either, it's not that I really regret marrying her, or regret divorcing her. I just think it was both the best and worst thing i've done. It's a cop out, I know, but it's true.

What made you come to Blackwood?
This one is simple. I already told you. My dad. I want to help him. And this was the only place nearby where I could use my talents to make that happen. So here I am, teaching the little hellions how to paint. Good times.

Okay, and last question I promise, do like how your life has turned out?
I guess so. It's not really how I imagined things being when I was sixteen. But who's life actually turns out how they expect it? I'm happy now, and think that my life is exactly how it's supposed to be. You need to have the ups and downs, the bad times and the fantastic ones. All of them combined make you what you are, I wouldn't change that for anything.

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your name; Sylvie
how you found the site; uhhh I can't even remember how I found it
other characters; Madison, Liam, Frankie, Simon, Christian, Aly, Riley, Anders, Gabe
how long you've been roleplaying; Year ish
code word; MAL'S EDIT
status; finished

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