Name:  Casay Witmore<br/>Sex:  Female<br/>Race/Species:  Human (African American)<br/>Pred/Prey:  Prey<br/>Vore Preferences:  No Hardvore or Scat (Boob-Vore/Cock-Vore is very appreciated to use, but optional.)<br/>Description:  Casay is about a 5'10' woman with dreads (usually swept to behind her ears) that reach to her chin. She wears a below knee-length blue dress along with a worn black sun hat, a pair of worn work shoes, and a pair of sunglasses in the daytime. In the nighttime, she either wears a night gown (mostly around late hours) or wears the same dress she wears in the daytime. Other than her apperance, she is first prone to hide her emotions from others, making her seem like a cold, heartless person; however, if she find a certain someone as her friend later on, she will reveal herself as a cautious, impatient person who likes to talk about her struggles and anything worth noting before she got onto the cruise.<br/><br/>Casay grab hold of the rails and stared out at the open seas that splash against the ship below, her dress gently blown by wind as she smell the slight tinge of salt. It was relaxing to soothe her arising homesickness back at where she has live for years ever since her 23rd birthday. It seem as if it was better for her to stay at where she was comfortable at, instead of taking the chance to go on a cruise that was outside of her familar zone.