Post by CALLEN JAMES J on Sept 28, 2009 0:20:55 GMT
CALLEN JAMES J
it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
[/left][/blockquote]it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
FULL NAME: callen james j
NICKNAME: callen, cj
AGE: eighteen
YEAR: first year
ACCOMMODATION: the cells
BIRTHDATE: October 2nd
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: straight
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: original
don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE
LIKES:
*rain*running*rowing*reading*action movies*fantasy*peanut butter*music*challenges*questions*guitar*
DISLIKES:
*secrets*jerks*singing*writing*authority*parents*kids*rap music*journals*sunshine*competition*
STRENGTHS:
*not showing fear or pain*confidence*leader*independent*
WEAKNESSES:
*others being in danger because of himself*knowing it’s his fault*guilt*beating himself up*easily stressed*
FEARS:
*airplanes*death*goals*being homeless
GOALS:
*find his parents*fall in love*find out what J stands for*
SECRETS:
*he was left out on the streets when he was ten and has been wandering around by himself since then
*knows more than he should about specific subjects…
DISORDER:
*internal bleeding along with random anger outbreaks
PERSONALITY:
*self-control, stressed easily, funny, loveable, caring, curious, independent, daring, think-without-acting, forgiving, worrying, sarcastic, easy to please, high standards, loves the outdoors, keeps his feelings bottled up.
'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP
PB: Tom Welling
HEIGHT: six feet two inches
WEIGHT: 210 lbs
HAIR: dark brown, somewhere between messy and combed back
EYES: bright green
BODY TYPE: callen has a lot of scars on him but they aren’t very obvious to someone simply walking past him. he’s put up a lot of fights since his parents left him on a street corner. his body is decently muscular but he’s rather skinny at the same time and could work on putting some more pounds on.
MUTATION:
*wings : despite the fact that callen hates flying in airplanes he will eventually end up with full grown wings that have a wing span of about thirteen feet. he can fly for hours on end before his powers start to weaken. when his powers do weaken it takes a very large toll on him very quickly and he ends up passed out in minutes once he has been flying for too long. it will take him quite a lot of time to figure out how long he can fly before he can no longer allow himself to. if he uses his mutation to the extent that he does pass out he will be rather sick the following days, including a high fever and migraines.
STYLE: callen cares very little about what he looks like or what other people think of him. all the same he dresses decently, normally just in jeans and a tee shirt. none of his clothes are new and he is never up to date with the current fashion statements but that’s the way he likes it. a lot of the time he’ll wear sunglasses and hats but he never really worries about what other people think of him so his style isn’t very consistent.
yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP
MOTHER: Jamie J? - unknown - unknown - unknown
FATHER: Denver J? - unknown - unknown - unknown
SIBLINGS: unknown
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: unknown
HISTORY:
callen grew up in a very average home at first glance. while he can hardly remember the names of his parents, much less if he had any siblings, he can recall that he had a decently normal life up until age ten.
from what his mother had told him his birth had been quick and simple and he had always been very easy to take care of. he never cried much or anything – he only knew this because his mother had given him a journal when they left him that he constantly kept with him and would later learn to read.
on his tenth birthday his parents were oddly silent. he got no presents, no happy birthday, no cake…nothing. in his past birthdays there had always been parties, presents, cake, and friends. but this birthday was different, not that he knew why. that evening his parents took him to a street corner and told him to get out of the car and walk two blocks down to an old department store. so he did. behind him he could hear burning rubber and squeaks as his parents took off in their car a bit too fast. but at the time callen thought very little of it. so he did what his parents had told him to do and ended up sitting in that store for about a week before he understood. his parents had given him a backpack full of this and that so he had some food, some water, a coat, and his mother’s journal. eventually he figured out that his parents weren’t coming back and he left the department store with no ideas on what he was going to do.
in the end he survived. he slept in the tunnel at the local playground and in cardboard boxes when he found them. yet he never tried to go home and the fact didn’t even cross his mind until much, much later that he should have, could have, would have gone home. but coulda, shoulda, woulda, right?
his life wasn’t the best but he made a few friends here and there who taught him to read that thought he was from a different country staying with his parents for the year. that got school out of the way, at least. there was a lot of running in his life from people that were out to get little kids and he learned to fight and fight well very quickly.
the one thing that always bothered him was that he didn’t know his last name. there was a large water stain over the location his mom had written it and all you could read was the letter j. when people ask, callen simply says no one ever told him what it meant. in the journal his parents never give themselves names, just mom and dad, which just keeps callen wondering…
word travels fast when you live on the streets, especially when you’re eighteen and know a lot of people. callen knew about bella grabbing kids off of the street but never expected it to happen to him. in fact, he knew a lot about bella, a lot more than he should have. but he kept that to himself, especially when bella grabbed him. he hadn’t been expecting it at all and had been tackled from behind, followed by being smacked in the back of the head with something hard and metal. his fight really didn’t last very long.
i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE
OOC NAME: piglet
AGE: fifteen
AREA: usa (mountain timezone)
CODEWORD: -admin edit-
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notes ?! ( sorry it took me so long! just got back from the worst. doctors. appointment. ever. i think i ended up getting like 22 shots or something. eeww!! D= )
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