Post by caleb on Jul 15, 2008 10:31:56 GMT -5
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Full Name: Caleb Francis MacFergus
AKA: Kay, Cabby, Whisky, "Oi!" (Call him Francis and you die)
Birthday: 13th October 1985
Born in: San Francisco, California, USA
Current home: None yet. Basically nomadic.
"Once upon a human..."
He was the son of a preacher man.
His mother a washer woman with more calluses on her hands than any woman ought to have. Birthed under a full moon to Margaret MacFergus and Finlay MacFergus, he was lucky that despite being superstitious folk, his parents thought nothing of him being born on Friday the thirteenth.
However, the family portrait didn't stay intact for long. After Finlay's ordination, Margaret found herself unable to handle the pressures and loneliness that came from being the wife of a man who dedicated his life to god. And left her son to the care of the Church of St. Francis.
The sisters called him an ankle-biter with too many teeth, eyes of a heart breaker and smile of an imp. Kay was trouble the moment he knew what his legs and mouth were capable of, leaving chaos wherever he went. Some say the boy's mischief came from the fact that his father was too busy being a part of the clergy. Lack of a father figure and all that rot.
That didn't mean father and son didn't try to spend whatever time they could together. Which mostly consisted of lectures about his wayward behavior and how he should learn to be a responsible individual... All these were ignored in favor of making a ruckus and secret 'puffs' with the older boys down by the docks. Despite his frequent clash of interests with his father, Caleb still loved and respected the man. He was also aware of Father Finlay's other job besides the sermons and confessionals; That of exorcism. A risky job that soon took its toll in the worst way possible.
On the sixteenth year of his life, Caleb lost his father to what the police had labeled as mere homicide, a cult killing. But the boy knew better than that; especially when he noted that among other unspeakable injuries, his father died from extreme blood loss through a pair of puncture wounds on his neck.
That was Caleb's first introduction into the world of vampires. But he was unable to do anything more than read up on them, and sank deeper and deeper into despair at the injustice of his father's death. Seeking comfort at the bottom of whisky bottles and endless cigarette butts.
By seventeen he was old enough to leave the abbey, and he did so with what little he had, earning his keep as a cab driver and occasional underground fighter. Caleb continued his self-destructive habits as the years went by, unable to get past the pain of losing what family he had left to something that was once known as a fictional creature. Guilt poured over alcohol, drugs and nights alone in the back of a cab, for what he probably could have prevented if only he'd been more attentive. And he wished, and (for the first in a long time) prayed that one day he'd be given the power to avenge his father.
Who'd have thought his prayers would be answered one night as he came stumbling out of another pub. Lost in drunken stupor he'd walked right into the woods nearby, searching for his cab, only to flop face first into a large bundle of fur. In his alcoholic haze he was oblivious to the danger he'd fallen into, not hearing the threatening growls or noticing the salivating fangs.
"M'sorry mate, but ya haven't *hic* 'appened to see me cab round here 'ave ya? Awww, no need to grumble pre*hic*tty face, I said I was sorry for trippin on ya *hic* dinnai?.... *hic* W-why grandma, what big teeth ya ha~"
A snap of jaws, a rush of pain, and then peaceful black.
By the time he woke up, he had the hangover of the century and a hickey the size of Texas. The row of teeth marks and the fact that the sunlight hadn't turned him to cigarette droppings relieved him of his initial fears, but he soon discovered that he underwent some rather drastic changes when faced with a full moon..
So instead of seeing it as a curse, Caleb saw his anomaly as a gift, additional weapons of choice.
So now he still trots around the world, driving cabs wherever he goes. But this time with a sense of purpose, hope and a brand new set of teeth.
Personality:
Off the bat, Caleb is loud, rough around the edges and somewhat unrefined. A skeptic and a cynic, he is armed with a smart mouth that has gotten him into much trouble over the years and a temper to match. But he can also be charming and full of cheek depending on the situation, street-smart and a knack for remembering things. Bad habits include excessive drinking, smoking and acting out before his thinks. He can be rash in his decisions and tends to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet despite what he says or does, he bears no real ill intention. Underneath all the bluster and bravado is a man faced with much uncertainty and low in self-esteem, thrust into a world he has yet to fully understand. If one can see past the scruffy exterior, they will find the kind heart Caleb tries hard to hide.
Full Name: Caleb Francis MacFergus
AKA: Kay, Cabby, Whisky, "Oi!" (Call him Francis and you die)
Birthday: 13th October 1985
Born in: San Francisco, California, USA
Current home: None yet. Basically nomadic.
"Once upon a human..."
He was the son of a preacher man.
His mother a washer woman with more calluses on her hands than any woman ought to have. Birthed under a full moon to Margaret MacFergus and Finlay MacFergus, he was lucky that despite being superstitious folk, his parents thought nothing of him being born on Friday the thirteenth.
However, the family portrait didn't stay intact for long. After Finlay's ordination, Margaret found herself unable to handle the pressures and loneliness that came from being the wife of a man who dedicated his life to god. And left her son to the care of the Church of St. Francis.
The sisters called him an ankle-biter with too many teeth, eyes of a heart breaker and smile of an imp. Kay was trouble the moment he knew what his legs and mouth were capable of, leaving chaos wherever he went. Some say the boy's mischief came from the fact that his father was too busy being a part of the clergy. Lack of a father figure and all that rot.
That didn't mean father and son didn't try to spend whatever time they could together. Which mostly consisted of lectures about his wayward behavior and how he should learn to be a responsible individual... All these were ignored in favor of making a ruckus and secret 'puffs' with the older boys down by the docks. Despite his frequent clash of interests with his father, Caleb still loved and respected the man. He was also aware of Father Finlay's other job besides the sermons and confessionals; That of exorcism. A risky job that soon took its toll in the worst way possible.
On the sixteenth year of his life, Caleb lost his father to what the police had labeled as mere homicide, a cult killing. But the boy knew better than that; especially when he noted that among other unspeakable injuries, his father died from extreme blood loss through a pair of puncture wounds on his neck.
That was Caleb's first introduction into the world of vampires. But he was unable to do anything more than read up on them, and sank deeper and deeper into despair at the injustice of his father's death. Seeking comfort at the bottom of whisky bottles and endless cigarette butts.
By seventeen he was old enough to leave the abbey, and he did so with what little he had, earning his keep as a cab driver and occasional underground fighter. Caleb continued his self-destructive habits as the years went by, unable to get past the pain of losing what family he had left to something that was once known as a fictional creature. Guilt poured over alcohol, drugs and nights alone in the back of a cab, for what he probably could have prevented if only he'd been more attentive. And he wished, and (for the first in a long time) prayed that one day he'd be given the power to avenge his father.
Who'd have thought his prayers would be answered one night as he came stumbling out of another pub. Lost in drunken stupor he'd walked right into the woods nearby, searching for his cab, only to flop face first into a large bundle of fur. In his alcoholic haze he was oblivious to the danger he'd fallen into, not hearing the threatening growls or noticing the salivating fangs.
"M'sorry mate, but ya haven't *hic* 'appened to see me cab round here 'ave ya? Awww, no need to grumble pre*hic*tty face, I said I was sorry for trippin on ya *hic* dinnai?.... *hic* W-why grandma, what big teeth ya ha~"
A snap of jaws, a rush of pain, and then peaceful black.
By the time he woke up, he had the hangover of the century and a hickey the size of Texas. The row of teeth marks and the fact that the sunlight hadn't turned him to cigarette droppings relieved him of his initial fears, but he soon discovered that he underwent some rather drastic changes when faced with a full moon..
So instead of seeing it as a curse, Caleb saw his anomaly as a gift, additional weapons of choice.
So now he still trots around the world, driving cabs wherever he goes. But this time with a sense of purpose, hope and a brand new set of teeth.
Personality:
Off the bat, Caleb is loud, rough around the edges and somewhat unrefined. A skeptic and a cynic, he is armed with a smart mouth that has gotten him into much trouble over the years and a temper to match. But he can also be charming and full of cheek depending on the situation, street-smart and a knack for remembering things. Bad habits include excessive drinking, smoking and acting out before his thinks. He can be rash in his decisions and tends to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yet despite what he says or does, he bears no real ill intention. Underneath all the bluster and bravado is a man faced with much uncertainty and low in self-esteem, thrust into a world he has yet to fully understand. If one can see past the scruffy exterior, they will find the kind heart Caleb tries hard to hide.