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Post by calebanderson on Oct 28, 2009 13:16:34 GMT -5
001. NAME• Caleb Anderson
002. NICKNAME• Cal
003. AGE• Eighteen
004. BIRTHDATE• September 25th, 1991
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Paris, France
001. YOUR FACE• George Boleyn
002. HAIR• Caleb's hair is always changing varying from red to blonde to even purple once. He always keeps it cut in the same kind of way which is a bit of fringe in the front with the rest of his hair layered in length around his face. Currently his hair is a dark red color.
003. EYES• Caleb has the most amazing blue eyes which seem to see everything and nothing. They're a bright wonderful blue.
004. HIEGHT• He's about average height thought on the shorter side of average standing at abount 5'6.
005. WEIGHT• 145.
006. BODY MODS• Caleb has 2 snake bites on the bottom of his lips, his septum pierced, and a small heart tattoo on his right hand ring finger.
007. FASHION/STYLE• Caleb's style is kind of that urban chic "I don't care but I do" kind of look. He dresses in a lot of simply designed t-shirts, tight skinny jeans that cling to his thighs and his small legs, and then simple jackets with furr around the hood. He almost always sticks to dark clothes prefering to almost sink into the background not really wanting to be seen or noticed.
001. LIKES• cigarettes, soft music, sea sides, photography, night time, living alone, traveling, quiet, classic art, holding hands, soft kisses, romance novels (secretly), real literature, red wine, independent and forgein films, alleyways
002. DISLIKES• intense parties, loud music, pushing bodies, sweat, money, american culture, being cold, being hot, spiders, rats, being alone
003. FEARS• being stabbed, flesh eating diseases, being hit by cars, living alone forever, finding out he can't ever feel anything, falling from a long height
004. STRENGTHS• he's a survivor, he can handle being independent and being on his own, he can take amazing pictures, he's very intellegant and clever, he can think quick on his feet some would call it "street smart"
005. WEAKNESSES• He isn't exactly shy of people he just doesn't like them. He tries his hardest not to really connect with people because of some deep seeded fear of them. He is always hiding himself behind his camera prefering to view the world through a lens then through his own eyes. With how little he speaks people sometimes assume that he's a mute. He lives in the world as more of a ghost then a real person.
006. ODDITIES• He fears intereaction with human beings but he loves torrid romance novels. He fears he will never be able to fall in love and yet he has a notebook dedicated to love poems he's written to no one in particular. Though he's not a vampire and very much human he is most awake and active at night loving the way the darkness covers the city of Paris and seems to hide it's flaws making it more beautiful in a way. When he looks at you a person can't help to wonder if he's really seeing you at all.
007. ORIENTATION• Bisexual but he falls for boys more than girls
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• He doesn't have morals persay. He stays away from drugs. He doesn't like getting drunk. He doesn't sleep around. He's only had sex once or twice. It wasn't very fun at least for him.
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Timid – Caleb is a very interesting little boy. He’s not exactly afraid of people or of what they could do to him. He’s just a bit… timid. Some people would call it shy but Caleb wouldn’t count it as such. If he has a question he’ll ask it. He has no problem just walking right up to someone and getting something that he needs. He just doesn’t… go up to people on a normal basis. He prefers to stick to the shadows staying away from large crowds and staying on his own. It’s a little weird that he knows but it’s just the way he is.
Introverted – This trait could tie in with his being viewed as shy rather than just introverted or timid. He’s more likely to make up stories in his own head then to tell them to people. He doesn’t this huge need to talk to people on a regular basis and he certainly doesn’t need to be the center of attention. He’s very happy just sitting by himself at a bar and having a few drinks of his own. This might qualify him as kind of weird but he doesn’t really talk to people enough to care what they say.
Secret Romantic – For all his aversion to people Caleb does adore romance and that should be shown easy enough by his choice in novels not that anyone will ever see him. All of Cal’s secret romance novels are tucked under his bed where no one can see them and where he doesn’t have to explain that yes he does like romance novels and yes he does like the idea of someone sneaking up on him and sweeping him off his feet. It’s a secret passion that he’ll probably never share with anyone.
Touchy – As much as he might not like touching people that doesn’t mean that Cal doesn’t enjoy the sensation. You can often see him wandering around his fingers reaching out to stroke the brick and wood of buildings. He loves the feel of the Eiffel Tower at night. He likes the feel of the cool metal against his fingertips. And may secretly though he doesn’t like to admit it he likes the feel of warm skin under his finger tips and the feel of lips brushing against his own, warm body pressed against him. He has lots of secrets it seems.
Secretive – It’s obviously shown that the boy has his secrets and he’s not ashamed at keeping them. He doesn’t want to tell people about them when he doesn’t have to. This makes him usually a very good friend because he keeps his mouth shut about anything and everything. He’s like one of those empty vessels you can just fill up with your pain and he holds it in.
Independent – The boy moved to France the first chance he got when he turned 18 if that didn’t show independence God knows what well. He enjoys being out on his own it’s like he normally was only this time there’s no family there eating at the dinner table almost rubbing it in his face that he doesn’t belong. He rather enjoys being out on his own even if his apartment is pretty shitty.
001. PARENT ONE• Janet Anderson, Waitress at a Small Town Diner in London, England
002. PARENT TWO• William Anderson, Warehouse Worker in London, England
003. SIBLINGS• Catherine Anderson
Christopher Anderson
004. PETS• Nagas the Royal Python
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•
Caleb Anderson was the last child born to Janet and William Anderson. He already had a 4 year old sister Catherine and a 2 year old brother Christopher. By the time he had come around his parents were already exhausted with caring for two other children and a third was one more than they really needed. The other two siblings didn’t even really seem to need him. They had already been close to each other why need someone new to break up the band? It seemed that Caleb was kind of forgotten in his own home. No one seemed to care what the young and artistic little boy did. It hurt him and there’s no lying about that but he couldn’t do anything about it so Caleb learned how to hide the hurt he felt being the outcast in his family. Soon he began to just hide all of his feelings. Better not to feel anything then to feel the hurt he had.
When the boy hit about age 13 he discovered something he was good at something that made him… happy and that thing was photography. He slowly learned how to manipulate lighting, shadows, objects, people so that the picture could take a person’s breath away. In the beginning he showed his family his pictures and they were stunned that this quiet thing could produce such art but as time went on he started to hide his pictures keeping them for himself. He liked having them alone for just himself. It was like every picture was a piece of his soul and he didn’t want to show it anymore.
It was threw photography that he met his first and only boyfriend. Well really his first and only relationship. They were both in a photography class together in high school was Caleb was 16. His boyfriend was 18 and it was weird at first but Caleb couldn’t help but feel himself falling for him. The older boy, let’s just called him Damian, seemed to know exactly what to do to have Caleb tripping all over his feet. He was stroking his face with his finger tips, bringing him pictures, showing him cute poetry that he’d made himself, and all the things that made Cal’s little heart race. It wasn’t long before they started dating officially and Caleb liked dating it slow but it seemed that Damian would have preferred this thing moving a little faster. Caleb didn’t have time to think, have time to say no, before the first time they were at Damian’s place and his pants were down around his ankles and he was being forced into something that he had never wanted to happen. At first Damian apologized and said he was sorry. Caleb was hurt but he still trusted his boyfriend until it happened again. After that Caleb turned off and dumped him. Funny Damian still didn’t seem to understand why.
It might have seemed impossible but after the incident with Damian Caleb seemed to pull even deeper into himself not wanting to talk really anyone. He just didn’t trust anyone anymore and isn’t that understandable? Look where trusting people got him. The few years of his life in London seemed to go by decently enough. He enrolled himself in a few French classes and slowly became fluent in it. So much so that the boy ended up in France the moment he turned 18. He had money saved from some little small time gigs that he’d done. When he got to France of course he lived on the streets for a few weeks until he had gotten enough money saved up from a small job he’d picked up to put a down payment on one of the shittest apartments in town but it didn’t seem so bad. He even saved up some other money to buy himself Nagas, his little Guardian python. It might make him a little weird but he loves the little creature.
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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Nope nothing big :]
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•
The metal of the camera was cold underneath of his fingers as he picked it up dropping it around his neck. He had no idea if the light jacket would be warm enough to keep the cold out but he hated coats they always seemed to make him so clumsy as he hit things trying to be close to the wall. He liked his sweatshirt maybe the fur would be enough to keep his face warm. Reaching a pale hand out he stroked at his blood red hair pushing a few strands behind his ear keeping it out of his eyes, out of his face. Glancing around the apartment he couldn’t help but sight. This place it was so dim the single studio room the simple mattress on the floor the chair and table Naggie’s tank. He felt like such an outcast even in his own life. Maybe the feel would never go away. Maybe he was just… meant to be this way. Sighing softly he caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he walked towards the door not even bothering to double check that everything he needed was in his pants. The gentle weight was enough of a reminder. With a flitting look at Naggie’s tank he reached out to open the door and step outside in the cold.
Moving slowly through the pack city streets Caleb stuck close to the walls to the shadows wanting to keep out of the way of the prostitutes and the tourists and all the other people that were pushing their way trying to get a piece of the street. Caleb kept himself small his body almost hunched over his camera wanting to protect it like a child of his own and in a way it was. He loved his camera. It was his way of viewing the world of seeing it in its beauty and not just seeing all the ugliness of it. Sighing softly he made his way through the streets until he made his way to the Tower. As often as he saw it and as much as he hated to admit it he was as drawn to the tower of lights and metal as much as the tourists were. People moving towards it like a moth to a flame, at flame that was so tall and so bright it was hard to stay away from it. He checked his watch and nodded his head. He didn’t walk towards the tower he stayed on the sidelines watching until…
The clock struck the hour and the tower seemed to come alive the lights flickering on and off along with the chimes of the clock. People gasped and moved closer to the light. Caleb stayed on the outside of it watching from his spot on the street as he slowly crouched down bringing the camera to his eye so he could capture the shots one after the other. It was beautiful. Sanding up before the lights even finished he turned lifting the camera to his eyes. He paused bringing it down before slowly raising it back up. A man and a woman were reflected in his lens. The Man was bent down lips to her neck as the Woman’s body seemed limp say for her hands which were tight on his shirt. The Man seemed to feel someone watching him for he lifted his head and looked right at him something drippings from his lips, dark red and thick. Caleb flinched looking away shutting his eyes as if to clear them before looking back. It was gone…
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