you’ve got everybody fooled } caleb wright.

[caleb wright.]

n a m e ; Chelsieeee. xD (used to go by truth. >.>)
a g e ; fifteen. =O

n a m e ;
Caleb Isaac Wright.

a g e ;
Twenty.

g e n d e r ;
Male.

s t u d e nt, c i t i z e n?
Citizen.

o c c u p a t i o n ;
Cashier at.. coughgag.. Hollister.
It's pure torture.

p e r s o n a l i t y ;

[/I] finds himself annoying, which just makes it worse I’d suppose. He can often appear unemotional, which is even more rare than his depression, since he just doesn’t look right with unanimated eyes and a blank face. But I can’t say that it doesn’t happen; it does, and during those times its best if he’s left alone, because he doesn’t want to piss anyone else off. But wait, that happens naturally, doesn’t it? Sure, most of the time. He finds that he pisses a lot of people off without even trying, most of the time people he could never be close too, which, even though fun, isn’t always a good thing. He’s got quite a few enemies due to that.

Caleb does have an angry side, as well; its quite easy to tell when he’s mad, because, frankly, he’ll go off and hit something. Or, someone. Depends on who he’s around. He might even curse instead, but either way somebody will either end up offended or with a bruise. This doesn’t happen very often, but when it does most of the time it’s readable. You’re probably starting to think poor Caleb is schizophrenic, but he’s not. Well, it hasn’t been proven yet, but its save to say he’s not. Yet. He’s also got a neutral side to his personality, which is normally found when two people he knows well are fighting against each other in an argument.. He’s quite the arguer, himself, although he doesn’t like when his friends are fighting and often tries to settle it; that’s just normal Caleb. Even though he sometimes just can’t help it and jumps in to egg it on; its just so fun sometimes.[/ul]f a m i l y ;
Belle Wright|NC.
Dirk Johnson|No idea.

f i n a n c i a l s t a t u s ;
Middle class.

c e l e b u s i n g ;
No celeb.. Is that okay? o.O;

a p p e a r a n c e ;

[/url] that’s rather hard to describe. However, it can be found just below his belly button, and is halfway hidden because of the waistline of his jeans. No one, that he knows of, has seen the tattoo, though – well, the bottom half of it. Since, lets get real, its not even an inch away from his groin. Most people would classify Caleb as either ‘emo’ or ‘skater’, and a lot of people would agree with that too, even though he’s never seen with a skateboard. But, frankly, Caleb believes that labels can just go to hell and burn, for all eternity. He doesn’t classify himself—he’s his own person. He just happens to dress in, what is considered to be, the ‘emo’ fashion. Girls jeans, tight-ish band tee shirts, chuck taylors are his normal, everyday pick. However, he does have other clothes he tends to wear almost equally during the week, which are usually baggy jeans and a random tee shirt.

Changing to another random thing in his appearance, his hair falls over his right eye, partially blinding him. Naturally black, Caleb has never dyed his hair, except for adding a small streak of neon green when he was younger and more rebellious, which has since faded out. It’s shorter in the back, because he spikes it, but the front is continuously falls into his eyes and causes him to flick it out. Caleb’s weight is a problem, for, though he isn’t anorexic, he looks like he is. Well, not really anorexic, but underweight. He weighs about 110. Underweight, yes, but not deathly so. That’s basically the major part of his appearance.. Nothing else is really that important, I wouldn’t think—except for the chipping black nail polish always coats his fingernails and such. Pyramid studded belts and jelly bands are one of his obsessions—you can’t find him without at least one belt and you certainly can’t find him with less than four jelly bands on each wrist. He’s a complete whore for lip rings—on other people and on himself, of course—as well as lip piercings, and tattoos, but he’s just weird like that. He stands at five foot four inches; yes, he’s short. Get used to it.[/ul]

l i k e s / d i s l i k e s ;

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dislikes

[/ul]h i s t o r y ;

[/I], exactly everything, about Caleb—every deep dark secret, every wish, every scar. DJ knew a lot about him, but Melissa still knew more.

When Caleb was sixteen, Dirk had left again and he could be more relaxed; he began to hang out at home more, with Cara-Marie, and even had DJ and Melissa move in for a total of six months until is mom got tired of the constant runs to the grocery store. The two moved out and back in with their parents, although they still spent the night at least four times a week. He still had to keep everything sharp away from Melissa, since he’d caught her cutting multiple times and even saw the scars and fresh cuts when DJ didn’t; the fact was, it scared him. He didn’t want one of his two best friends dying just because of some jerk-off who hurt her, and he was bent on keeping her alive and stable. He succeeded for a long while, until a week before his birthday. Melissa had been sinking further and further and had convinced Caleb that she wasn’t cutting, even though she was; and, a week before October 30, he got a call that changed his whole world, again. It was DJ, and Caleb heard everything in a daze—Melissa was gone and her funeral was going to be two days later.

Needless to say, Caleb had a pretty nasty birthday. His mom and sister tried to do something for it but he didn’t even care, spending most of his time either in his room, at the cemetery, or hanging out sullenly with DJ. He lost weight almost drastically, moving down on the scale from 115 to 103 not even two weeks after Melissa’s death. He didn’t like that fact but he couldn’t bring himself to eat, and whenever he did he ended up throwing up—unintentional anorexia. It wasn’t his fault that he felt as if he’d made Melissa commit suicide—whenever she was, and is, brought up, he’ll always end up muttering something about how it was his fault, even though it wasn’t. At eighteen he moved to a place called Meadowvale: and oh, what a year he had. His mother had a heart attack, which led to his overdose on Zoloft and Paxil. He lost and gained friends and enemies. He finally graduated high school without dropping out or killing someone. He drank sometimes and started cutting every once in a while, even though he remembered Melissa’s death. In the end he left Meadowvale, when he was just four months from turning nineteen, to go back home to North Carolina to see if his mom was okay. And thankfully she was. Now Caleb came here; for the hell of it.[/ul]r p g s a m p l e ;
GRAWR. i'll dig one up from somewhere. xDD

His eyes flickered around the park, a quiet amusement playing on his face as he watched the people around him randomly, some with kids, some alone, some in groups. His head tipped lightly as he pulled the plain black zip up hoodie closer to his slim frame, his hands slipping back into the pockets of his baggy and ripped blue jeans as he continued walking in a slow pace. The park was.. somewhere he didn’t go often. Mostly because kids plagued it and to say the least he wasn’t a big fan of most kids.. Although sometimes he could tolerate them for a while long enough to babysit. He hadn’t killed one yet and he doubt he would, but only time would tell of course. He chewed lightly on his bottom lip, his hazel eyes once more scanning the park around him and catching the blank glances of a few people. He looked back down and shook his head a bit, muttering under his breath as his pace quickened lightly. “Last time I checked I wasn’t some kind of fucking poster advertising something.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and quickening his pace a bit more. People could be so.. he didn’t know the word, but they could be so something. That was one of the things he disliked about the human race—they’d stare like they’d never saw anything like you before if you were remotely different. Pshh. Crawl in a hole. He thought to himself, his placid mood returning.

Zachery let his eyes sweep over the concrete walkway he walked on, his chucks scuffing the stone lightly as his pace slowed back down. A slight headache throbbed behind his eyes, but he’d already taken two full strength tylenol, so he wasn’t about to take anything more. Although he probably would, had he not run out. A nonchalant shrug rolled one of his shoulders back and he looked back up, a small smirk covering his pale face as he almost ran into someone. Carefully he dodged and let a short, unfelt apology slip from his lips before he continued to walk, hearing the curse from behind him and just barely holding back a laugh. People amused him greatly with their antics with each other, especially when spats occurred between two and it ended with a brawl. It just amused him when it could just be settled by going away and cooling off. Or just not resorting to punches, although it was amusing either way. Was he sadistic or was that normal? He didn’t really know. A quiet sigh escaped his lips and he reached into his hoodie pocket, drawing out a slender mp3 player and earphones and carefully adjusting the ear buds in his ears. With a small movement he turned it on and upped the volume a tad, ‘House of Wolves’ by My Chemical Romance filling his ears a moment later when the device was done loading.

Once a music freak, always a music freak.

Smirking a bit more, Zachery turned and began walking in the grass, which, crazily, ended just a few strides away from the sidewalk and turned into a concrete curb which led to mulch. His hazel gaze lifted from the small chips of wood coating the ground, a row of slides entering his line of vision as soon as he almost tripped over one. “Ah, fucking klutz if I’m nothing else—” He cursed quietly, hobbling backward at the last second and glaring at the inanimate object. Oh, he felt low. Glaring at a slide. A slide. Oh, what was wrong with him? Taking a breath he shook his head, carefully rerouting and crossing past the gauntlet of kids going down the slides, just barely escaping with his life. Okay, so maybe that was a bit drastic, but hey, if a kid wanted war, they’d have a war. Not far from the row of slides was a set or two of swings, and Zachery’s head tipped curiously, his messy, multi-coloured hair falling back into his eyes as he did so, starting toward them. He felt almost childish as he bent his long legs and sat on one of the bendable leather bands that were held up by chains, the smirk growing across his lips as he just sat there, his hands in the pockets of his unzipped hoodie, watching the people wandering around. The swings were practically deserted and he was slightly glad, since an incident when he was younger would have made him not even think about getting on the cursed things ever again.

Shifting almost uncomfortably, one hand gripped the cool metal chain beside him as he let his feet cross, one over the other, and switched up the volume on his mp3 a tad more. At this point in time Zachery felt completely anti-social—but hey, who could blame him? He couldn’t always be the person who’d randomly scream out lyrics and make people stare at him like he was either the lowest life form on the planet or some sort of strange, loud-mouthed freak. Which was often time fun either way. Quoting a thought from earlier; ‘go crawl in a hole.’ He smirked to himself once more, biting his lower lip lightly after a moment and letting his gaze wander a bit, like usual. My, wasn’t he just so quiet today? Something must be wrong. Or somebody must’ve died. Absently, his head tipped to the side again, and he stared at the swing’s chain that he was holding before pulling his slender fingers away and raising an eyebrow, rubbing his forehead lightly. He licked his lips lightly, a short burst of wind making him blink and do something close to recoil. Okay, so cold weather might’ve been on his ‘likes’ list, but that didn’t mean wind was. Zachery was sure it was homicidal. I mean, the way it just hit you and then went away all innocent and shit. Blinking, he shook his head lightly, letting out a sigh. I think I really am deranged. Wind, homicidal? Where’s a shrink when you need one. He thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes a bit.

o t h e r ;
captainjacksparrowismyhero, fosho yo. xD
eww. old, totally shitty application. x.x
will update whenever i can. xDD

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[Michael Cyprien]

lovely.
as always.
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