Post by caleb andrew winston on Apr 5, 2013 22:51:24 GMT
caleb andrew winston
Hey, my name is... Caleb Andrew Winston
But most call me... Caleb, Leb, Libby.
If you want to, you can label me... pansexual. Who gives a fuck about the package you're in? If I love you, then I love you.
I've been on this earth for... 17 years
Which means I was born... June 11th, 1996
I was bitten... when I was 15. I don't like to talk about the night I was bitten, though. So just... leave it alone. Maybe I'll tell you more later.
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
My eyes are... brown.
And my hair is... brown again. (UGH I KNOW SO DISGUSTINGLY BORING)
One could say... that I'm kind of... average. Ugh. I hate that word. But anyway. I'm admittedly tall, and I'm a bit on the skinny side. My hair's a boring chestnut brown that I normally straighten. Unless my GHD's are broken, in which case you'll see me with what I call my 'Hobbit Hair'. I have dark, brown eyes that are normally wide and happy, and I'll almost always have a grin on my face. I have one scar, and that's my bite mark. I used to hate it, but now? I'm gradually starting to accept that it's part of me. Well, kind of. Not really. Oh, hush.
My wolf is... quite like me, actually - neither big nor small, but on the skinny side. This means that he can run pretty fast. He has thick, dark fur and huge brown eyes, like mine. He's quite a cute little thing actually, if I may say so myself. (click!)
I'm normally seen wearing... comfortable clothes. You would not believe how much it irks me when people wear clothes that feel horrible just for the sake of looking nice. Why would a person do that to themselves? Seriously, I'll just be wearing jeans and a t shirt, most of the time. Maybe a hoodie if it's cold.
And I supposedly look like...danisnotonfireDan Howell.
All round, I'm... a quirky character. I'm extremely outgoing, sometimes maybe even a little annoying. I love to have fun. If I don't do something for any good reason, you can count on the fact that I think it'll be fun. I hate silence, and I'll do whatever I can to fill it when it arises.
I'm a little... peculiar, you could say. I don't think the way most people would. Whether it's down to my ADHD or all the sugar in my bloodstream, no one is quite sure. Most probably because not many people know that I actually have ADHD. I'm mortified by that; I think people will judge me because of it, so I have kept it to myself for a long time. I'll only tell people who I really trust.
I don't like being sat still. If possible, I'll be up and moving around, dancing, running in circles, you name it. Either way, I'll always be moving, even if I'm sat down. I have a very low attention span. Now that is down to my ADHD. I can't concentrate for very long, unless it's something that really interests me, like art. Or weapons. I like them. Especially my dagger that my mother bought me for my sixteenth birthday.
I love to talk. You'll barely get a word in edgeways. Which is good for shy people, as they don't have to say much. I'll do all the talking. I also tend to go off on a tangent a lot. One minute I'll be talking about one thing, and then the next I'll have been distracted by something else I have said and began to speak about that instead. However, once you get past that, I'll quite happily listen to you talk.
When I'm angry, I'll try and hide it. It'll show in my general posture and body language, but I'll dismiss concerns unless the person has correctly guessed what's wrong. If I continue to be pestered about my bad vibes... y'know what, let's not go there for now.
However, I think I'm, for the most part, a fun-loving, rambunctious teen. I'm rarely seen angry or depressed, and I love people. Sometimes, I'll have my moments where I go too far and completely lose it, but those are almost non-existent. I'm a good friend who'll listen when you want to speak, and who's up for anything if it'll give me a laugh. I'll stick around through the good and the bad. And I will enjoy every second with others.
I'm in love with... Art, Talking, Weapons, My Dagger, Happy-go-lucky people, Sugar (And lots of it) and Fire.
Though I detest... Silence, Being told what to do, Libraries, Sadness, Anger, Being alone and Bossy people.
But my best assets are... that I'm really outgoing, and can talk to people easily without having to know them. Ooh! And , uh, I'm not afraid to express my opinions! That's good, right?
However my worst... are that I have trouble accepting the fact that I'm a supernatural now. Oh, and I'm also very easily irked by stupid people. Well, stupid people with working voiceboxes.
And I dream of... finally accepting myself as a supernatural. If not that? Finding someone that does.
My life story... I was born to Dominic and María Winston. It was a quaint little family, where everything seemed perfect and normal. A young couple, with a young son, moving into a quiet house in their own remote little countryside. Well, it wasn't really ours. It just seemed that way, with the way it was so cut off from everywhere else. I liked to make believe that it really was ours. And it was that way until I was three and a half, when they moved to a slightly busier area so that my parents could get work.
My dad did the one thing he really wanted to do, and opened up an art store in a nearby town. I still remember it to this day; it was amazing. There were canvases and easels dotted everywhere. Not to mention coloring books, paint palettes and brushes, special pencils - there was a lot of stuff. Dad showed me all the different stuff that he sold; what they were called, how to use them, and the like. And so, from a very young age, I decided that Art was my favourite thing to do in the world.
Shortly after I turned five, Mum and Dad sat me down and told me that I would soon have a younger sibling. Now, at first, I felt a little bit pushed out by this. I'd always been their baby. Surely they didn't need another one. Surely I would always be their baby. But, as time passed, I grew used to the idea, and was excited for my little brother's arrival. I was going to be a big brother. What kid wouldn't eventually find that exciting?
However, about six months after this, things took a turn for the worse. Mum received a phone call one night. I'm still unsure of what happened to this very day; I just remember the look of pure and unbridled sympathy on the doctor's face. (What really happened was that my father had been shot in an unprovoked attack on his way home from work.) That look told me one thing, and one thing only. The father I loved so dearly, the father that had taught me almost everything I knew, was gone. And he was never coming back.
I struggled with many different emotions. At first, shock. Denial. It wasn't real. My Dad would walk through the door at any moment, with his sing-song voice and cheeky grin. Then, anger. How dare he go and leave me like that; leave them like that? My little brother hadn't even met him! And... and he never would. After that realization hit... then came the grief. The grief that Mum had been suppressing. I knew she was feeling it, though. Just the tired, defeated look in Mum's eyes told me that much. So I let out the grief for the both of us.
Six months after this, the light at the end of the tunnel became brighter and brighter. Mum went into labor, and had a baby boy, whom I was given the honor of naming. I named him Joseph Dominic, Dominic being after Dad, of course. I wanted to make sure that Joe would never forget about his father (despite not having met him) and I was determined to tell him as much about their father as I could. I would teach him all that Dad had taught me as I grew up, would love him just as much as Dad would have. Everything was done Dad in mind; he would have wanted it.
Life went on in an almost normal fashion for about five or six years. Me and Joe were practically inseparable; you would never find me without my wide eyed, timid little brother trailing behind me. I liked it this way. I could keep an eye on my little brother, and Joe could have my protection. It was an arrangement that suited us both. After what had happened to Dad, I was really protective over Joe. And for good reason, I thought. Never knew what could happen.
It was all that way until I was eleven or so, when I was diagnosed with ADHD. Ma had her suspicions, see, because I was fidgety, restless and couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Oh, that and the fact I acted like an Duracell bunny on speed. I couldn't really seem to help it. And now there was a reason.
It was horrible, knowing that I had some weird condition, but... I worked through. Same as we all did, really. It didn't really matter, in the scope of the whole universe. Though I never told anyone; I was too embarrassed, really.
And then... that happened. I don't really like to tell anyone about it in detail, so I'll just tell you what I tell everyone else. Joe was ten, and I was fifteen. Me and a friend had gone out fr the day together, with instructions from our mother's to "behave". Like that was going to happen. Two teenage boys, left alone for the day. One was certifiably psychotic. What else was going to happen? There was no way in hell that they were going to obey their mothers.
It was a winter's night. The moon, shining and full, peeked out from behind the clouds. It honestly looked like something that you'd see in a horror film, I swear. That's called scene setting, y'know - what's going on, what it looks like, who's there and who isn't. Well, for now, the local RSPB was where we were. It wasn't exactly a dangerous place to be at night. Besides, it was only six p.m., not exactly late at all. Early enough and safe for a ten year old boy, a boy that happened to be my brother, to be out alone, walking the dog.
That wolf came out of nowhere.
So you can pretty much guess what happened next. I pushed Joe away, told him to run, wasn't quite quick enough myself, yhadda yhadda yhadda. Either way, I ended up as a wolf, which sucked. Yes, it really sucked. I hated it, and I still do, to some extent. In my eyes, it was something that made me weaker, different, a freak, no matter how many times Ma and/or Joe tried to tell me how brave I was. I hated it, and myself, for a long time afterwards.
It was one day, though, when I was staring at the bite scar on my arm in the mirror that I finally realized. When I was bitten, I'd had something thrust upon me - powers. Powers that some kids wouldn't even dream of having. It was one of those moments that you would probably see in a Marvel film or something - the moment I realized that it wasn't a disability or a weakness being a supernatural. No, it just enhanced who I really was. Well... I almost realized it. It was kind of a breakthrough, no matter how it affected me.
And so, I asked to come here to Northvale Academy. It took a while to convince my Mum that it would be worth me being among other supernaturals. But I wanted to feel... normal again; I didn't want to spend the rest of my life as an outcast. That really got her, I think. The idea of her son being alone forever must have got her somewhere. So, although it took about five months, I arrived here. I've already made some really close friends, three, actually. It's looking good so far. And, y'know, I'm hoping that it'll just get better.
I was born to... Dominic Winston and María Winston (née Rodriguez)
And also live with... Joseph Winston.
Not to mention... Morris, our pet Labrador.
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... 9 months
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...What's that, bitch? You want my RP sample? Get to Bree's app.
