Post by marcade on Jun 16, 2008 19:39:24 GMT -5
The One Behind the Mask
Alias: Kaylaaa. ;3
Roleplay Experience: Five years of roleplayin’ under the belt, baby.
Activity Level: Super! (Like the guy that flies around in the camp and, yeah. That kind of super. Fo sho.)
RP Sample: You can check out Val’s thread or any roleplays I’m in on the site already.
Face Claim: Jason Wade.
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Marcade Antonio Caldwell.
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Last time he checked, he was a guy.
Sexuality: He falls for girls, although sometimes he thinks it’d be easier to fall in love with guys in the way that he wouldn’t have to deal with all the drama and gossip. Nonetheless, his attraction to girls has never wavered.
Occupation: He’s strictly a student, although he does a little volunteer work at the hospital every now and then.
Grade: Senior.
Species: Human. Go figure. ;p
Look This Way
Eye Color: Blue-green, inherited from his grandmother; his mother never passes up the chance to ask people, “Oh, aren’t his eyes lovely?” or “Don’t they just sparkle?” Yeah, when he was three years old, fine. But he’s eighteen and she’s zoomed past all the bolded neon “STOP AHEAD” signs. Clearly, there’s no telling her otherwise.
Hair Color and Style: His hair is dark brown with some (natural, mind) blonde highlights; they vary in lightness and boldness depending on how much he steps outside. And he never was particularly outdoorsy – he blames his childhood for that.
Build: He’s slim, but lately there’s also a muscular edge to him. It never would have happened had it not been for one of his friends shoving him outside and forcing him to train. He’s not entirely comfortable with his more toned body; in other words, he doesn’t truly know his own strength.
Skin Tone: He’s more tan than usual, given this new found exercise, but by nature he’s more pale than anything else. He tends to burn too quickly, also.
Height: He stands at about 6’0. He seems forever stuck at that awkward age where he’s just not comfortable with his body, period. He’s lanky and gangly and, essentially, not exactly the, er, epitome of graceful.
Weight: He doesn’t know his exact weight—he’s never been the sort to measure it—but somewhere in the “average” zone. He would’ve been especially thin/lightweight before, but given he’s more toned now, he probably weighs more as well.
Piercings or Tattoos: Hahaha. Like he’s brave enough to ever do something like that.
Clothing Style: He wears basically whatever. His mother has insisted on picking out clothes since he was six and her style isn’t exactly, er, contemporary. In fact, her style was probably never appealing to anyone. However, the same female friend has redone his wardrobe and now, apparently, it looks better. He’s still not entirely sure about everything, but there you have it.
This is Who I Am
Likes:
<3 reading
<3 shakespeare
<3 ‘50’s music
<3 philosophy
<3 bass guitar
<3 girls
<3 writing
<3 apples
<3 peace
<3 time alone
<3 simplicity
<3 honesty
Dislikes:
</3 disloyalty
</3 lies
</3 war
</3 parties
</3 anything sour
</3 gossip/rumors
</3 disrespect
</3 his babbling whenever he’s nervous
</3 arrogance
</3 his lack of confidence
Strengths:
~ Loyalty. Because no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for you. He’ll stick up for you even when he doesn’t have enough confidence to speak up for himself. And now, thanks to his new training, he might actually be able to do something to back up his words—although what it is even if he isn’t sure.
~ Kindness. He’s always willing to lend a hand to anyone, almost no matter who they are. He just learned from a young age that he should go through his life with a kind heart. Maybe his parents did teach him something useful after all.
~ Respect. Another trait that was instilled in him early on: he respects people. Period. Unless they’ve done something horrible to shake this idea, he’ll probably respect you and whatever you have to say.
Weaknesses:
~ Naiveté. He trusts too easily; his heart ends up on the line too quickly. He’s been burned plenty, but he still can’t seem to learn the lesson here.
~ Self-confidence. He has never been very certain of himself; there’s always be a hint of insecurity lurking in his voice, in his mind, and he can’t throw it.
~ Awkward. Socially inept would be one way to put it, but even that’s a little mild. He’s never sure how to act in social situations and, more physically speaking, he has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever. His friend—the same one that is determined to reform him—is attempting to rectify the situation. (Well, good luck with that.)
Personality: “Awkward” is the most suitable word; it describes everything from his physical nature down to his physical one. His clumsiness is derived form the fact that he isn’t sure of his own body, as if perhaps she’s still stuck in some pubescent phase. His limbs are too long for him, his body too unruly, and he has struggle stabilizing. Sure, he “dances” around the house…depending on your definition of the word. He often starts babbling when he talks to strangers and cannot get himself to shut up, no matter the circumstances. And it tends not even to be normal babbling! It usually involves philosophy or even science, to the point that the other person is just about to strangle him. Parties are one of his least favorite places to be because it’s just full of a million strangers who he’ll never be able to speak to. Not to mention parties often require dancing and that is public humiliation epitomized. No way in hell. It’s a wonder he has any friends at all, given his all-around awkwardness.
The friends he does have, however, are the ones that he’s willing to protect to the ends of the earth. No matter his lack of self-confidence, he will rise up and defend their honor—possibly in a long-winded, annoying sort of way, but nevertheless!—in any circumstance. After all, don’t they deserve it? They’ve been able to handle him for this long, so they should at least be granted something in return for their efforts. Someone who insults his friends becomes his enemy without a moment’s pause; it just happens. So maybe he ends up with a few bruises because of it, but to him it’s a worthwhile cause. To him it matters. He offers them as much loyalty as he does respect; when someone speaks, he’s willing to listen. He may not agree with everything they say, but he has defined himself as a rather good listener. Not that he can give out much advice, given the fact that he hasn’t been in many “normal” circumstances, but he honestly gets it his best shot (with the tendency to be, well, wrong).
He may be naïve when it comes to trusting people, but once someone has stabbed him in the pack, it takes quite awhile to win back aforementioned loyalty. Unless they know him extremely well, to the point that they are aware of just what makes him tick, getting back into his commonly good graces isn’t a simple task. If he or she was a good enough friend to know basically everything about the boy—which isn’t necessarily often, either—then they may find it easier. He is an empathetic, sympathetic person, so he often falls for the “oh poor me” sort of thing. Strictly speaking, he can’t resist tears; if someone starts crying, it advocates honesty, and he’ll often start trusting them again. If someone knows him well and is a damn good liar, he’s screwed because he’ll fall for it time after time after time.
He’s definitely a dork, no denying that, not to mention a bit of a geek. He voraciously devours everything around him, including every Shakespeare play but Love’s Labour’s Lost, but only because his first name was fashioned after it and he’d really rather not know. The name “Antonio” is more difficult to avoid, as it is used in several of Shakespeare’s works, and thus he has learned to deal. Philosophy intrigues him and he’s constantly pouring over Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, and many others, including the more contemporary images.
Family: Mother » LillianO’Brian Caldwell » she makes quilts for a living. Go figure. In other words, she has plenty of time at home. He gets along with her well, in spite of her overbearing nature.
Father » Alexander Caldwell » fairly well-known author; makes enough for them to live on. Again, the two get on well when his father isn’t locked away in his study, writing or reading.
Brother » Salerio Caldwell » He’s obsessed with his appearance and known throughout the school as one of the popular crowd. The complete opposite of Cade, he does far better out in public than at home, wherein he’s constantly rolling his eyes at his family. He may only be fifteen, but he’s far more confident than his older brother ever was. They get along all right, but they’re completely different and often end up arguing.
History: His parents desperately wanted a child and so by the time he was conceived, they were very ready—or, at least, “ready” in his parents’ terms. Upon finding out Lillian was pregnant, they hurried off to tell all of their neighbors and friends, some of which couldn’t have cared less. Nevertheless, they could not be discouraged (a fact which has not shifted to this day), and began buying all the baby clothes they could find. New parents, indeed; anyone could see that. Of course, “anyone” wouldn’t have decided to name their child after characters from Shakespeare’s works. “Anyone” might have been just a tad more normal than his own parents; his awkwardness can be found entirely in genetics, to be fair, because his father is the most socially awkward person he knows. He tends to be a bit of a recluse, even, hiding away in his study all the time. He’s even less self-assured than Marcade, which is certainly saying something.
At any rate, the dorkiness was imprinted upon him even before he was ever born; once he was born, he was raised mainly on Shakespeare and ‘50’s music. His parents weren’t fond of technology (which also continues to this day), so he was raised far away from the ideas of computers and video games. Even the electricity was limited—they used lights whenever possible and tended to prefer candles. Cade might be embarrassing, but bringing anyone over to his house his downright humiliating. Any girlfriends he’s ever had have remained as far away from the house as possible—there’s no way in hell he’s letting them inside to say how awful the place is. His father would lurk in the background and his mother would run to the forefront, painfully bold, asking any question that might have been on her mind. And she didn’t exactly know how to put things mildly; for all he knew, the first thing she’d ask when one of them walked in would be, “When do you plan to have sex?” No qualms there, either.
When he was three years old, his little brother was born. He never minded the shift in attention, particularly since his mother and father were still very apt at “caring for them”—or as apt as they’d ever been. His mother was always rushing around and throwing unneeded blankets for him. When he was two years old, his father read Hamlet to him. Of course, he didn’t understand any of it. Given his mother had a home birth, the Everly Brothers were the first sound he ever heard. At eight years old, he decided to try bass, which is perhaps the only thing he’s ever been a natural at. Not that he plays much contemporary music; after all, very little of his life has been based around contemporary music. Hell, he still listens to music off record players; forget ipods.
Originally, he and his brother got on well, but as the latter grew he changed. The metamorphosis wasn’t instantaneous, but it was noticeable; he began spending more time outside with friends and, when he was inside, much of his attention went to the mirror. How two complete opposites could be raised under the house Cade didn’t know (though he’d gladly trade places with his brother any day), but by the time he’d reached middle school he’d shifted away from home completely and started running with the popular crowd. Now he does his best to look “scene” (whatever the hell that is) and he’d already had more girlfriends than Marcade. Instead, Cade continues to spend much of his time at home or inside.
It was only recently that one (or possibly two) of his friends decided he needed to get out there. So she started coaching him into shape, forcing him to work out. He’s spent more time outside recently than all the rest of his life put together. She’s planning to style his hair, apparently, to go along with his new change in wardrobe—usually he pays no attention to his hair and simply leaves it alone, save the trim when it gets too long. This friend guarantees that during the summer they’ll be doing more training—including parties. Apparently, she’s going to reform him.
(You can just feel the excitement radiating from him now.)
(Side note: His accent, a diluted mixture of Irish and English, is borne from the following facts: his mother was originally Irish, first of all. Eventually she moved to America and married an English man, both of whom still had accents. Therefore, they raised their children with the accents--given Cade's been around his mother more than his father, the Irish accent is more pronounced, but certainly it's also British. Living in America this long has included some bits of an American accent as well. However, since he stays at home most often, his accent has stuck far better than if he'd grown up outside with American friends.)
Power:The ability to run into walls! Uh, er, he doesn’t have one.
How you became a vampire: Never happened. (Cade would be a fool of a vampire, ahaha.)
Secret Phrase: -Admin Edit-
Alias: Kaylaaa. ;3
Roleplay Experience: Five years of roleplayin’ under the belt, baby.
Activity Level: Super! (Like the guy that flies around in the camp and, yeah. That kind of super. Fo sho.)
RP Sample: You can check out Val’s thread or any roleplays I’m in on the site already.
Face Claim: Jason Wade.
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Marcade Antonio Caldwell.
Age: Eighteen.
Gender: Last time he checked, he was a guy.
Sexuality: He falls for girls, although sometimes he thinks it’d be easier to fall in love with guys in the way that he wouldn’t have to deal with all the drama and gossip. Nonetheless, his attraction to girls has never wavered.
Occupation: He’s strictly a student, although he does a little volunteer work at the hospital every now and then.
Grade: Senior.
Species: Human. Go figure. ;p
Look This Way
Eye Color: Blue-green, inherited from his grandmother; his mother never passes up the chance to ask people, “Oh, aren’t his eyes lovely?” or “Don’t they just sparkle?” Yeah, when he was three years old, fine. But he’s eighteen and she’s zoomed past all the bolded neon “STOP AHEAD” signs. Clearly, there’s no telling her otherwise.
Hair Color and Style: His hair is dark brown with some (natural, mind) blonde highlights; they vary in lightness and boldness depending on how much he steps outside. And he never was particularly outdoorsy – he blames his childhood for that.
Build: He’s slim, but lately there’s also a muscular edge to him. It never would have happened had it not been for one of his friends shoving him outside and forcing him to train. He’s not entirely comfortable with his more toned body; in other words, he doesn’t truly know his own strength.
Skin Tone: He’s more tan than usual, given this new found exercise, but by nature he’s more pale than anything else. He tends to burn too quickly, also.
Height: He stands at about 6’0. He seems forever stuck at that awkward age where he’s just not comfortable with his body, period. He’s lanky and gangly and, essentially, not exactly the, er, epitome of graceful.
Weight: He doesn’t know his exact weight—he’s never been the sort to measure it—but somewhere in the “average” zone. He would’ve been especially thin/lightweight before, but given he’s more toned now, he probably weighs more as well.
Piercings or Tattoos: Hahaha. Like he’s brave enough to ever do something like that.
Clothing Style: He wears basically whatever. His mother has insisted on picking out clothes since he was six and her style isn’t exactly, er, contemporary. In fact, her style was probably never appealing to anyone. However, the same female friend has redone his wardrobe and now, apparently, it looks better. He’s still not entirely sure about everything, but there you have it.
This is Who I Am
Likes:
<3 reading
<3 shakespeare
<3 ‘50’s music
<3 philosophy
<3 bass guitar
<3 girls
<3 writing
<3 apples
<3 peace
<3 time alone
<3 simplicity
<3 honesty
Dislikes:
</3 disloyalty
</3 lies
</3 war
</3 parties
</3 anything sour
</3 gossip/rumors
</3 disrespect
</3 his babbling whenever he’s nervous
</3 arrogance
</3 his lack of confidence
Strengths:
~ Loyalty. Because no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for you. He’ll stick up for you even when he doesn’t have enough confidence to speak up for himself. And now, thanks to his new training, he might actually be able to do something to back up his words—although what it is even if he isn’t sure.
~ Kindness. He’s always willing to lend a hand to anyone, almost no matter who they are. He just learned from a young age that he should go through his life with a kind heart. Maybe his parents did teach him something useful after all.
~ Respect. Another trait that was instilled in him early on: he respects people. Period. Unless they’ve done something horrible to shake this idea, he’ll probably respect you and whatever you have to say.
Weaknesses:
~ Naiveté. He trusts too easily; his heart ends up on the line too quickly. He’s been burned plenty, but he still can’t seem to learn the lesson here.
~ Self-confidence. He has never been very certain of himself; there’s always be a hint of insecurity lurking in his voice, in his mind, and he can’t throw it.
~ Awkward. Socially inept would be one way to put it, but even that’s a little mild. He’s never sure how to act in social situations and, more physically speaking, he has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever. His friend—the same one that is determined to reform him—is attempting to rectify the situation. (Well, good luck with that.)
Personality: “Awkward” is the most suitable word; it describes everything from his physical nature down to his physical one. His clumsiness is derived form the fact that he isn’t sure of his own body, as if perhaps she’s still stuck in some pubescent phase. His limbs are too long for him, his body too unruly, and he has struggle stabilizing. Sure, he “dances” around the house…depending on your definition of the word. He often starts babbling when he talks to strangers and cannot get himself to shut up, no matter the circumstances. And it tends not even to be normal babbling! It usually involves philosophy or even science, to the point that the other person is just about to strangle him. Parties are one of his least favorite places to be because it’s just full of a million strangers who he’ll never be able to speak to. Not to mention parties often require dancing and that is public humiliation epitomized. No way in hell. It’s a wonder he has any friends at all, given his all-around awkwardness.
The friends he does have, however, are the ones that he’s willing to protect to the ends of the earth. No matter his lack of self-confidence, he will rise up and defend their honor—possibly in a long-winded, annoying sort of way, but nevertheless!—in any circumstance. After all, don’t they deserve it? They’ve been able to handle him for this long, so they should at least be granted something in return for their efforts. Someone who insults his friends becomes his enemy without a moment’s pause; it just happens. So maybe he ends up with a few bruises because of it, but to him it’s a worthwhile cause. To him it matters. He offers them as much loyalty as he does respect; when someone speaks, he’s willing to listen. He may not agree with everything they say, but he has defined himself as a rather good listener. Not that he can give out much advice, given the fact that he hasn’t been in many “normal” circumstances, but he honestly gets it his best shot (with the tendency to be, well, wrong).
He may be naïve when it comes to trusting people, but once someone has stabbed him in the pack, it takes quite awhile to win back aforementioned loyalty. Unless they know him extremely well, to the point that they are aware of just what makes him tick, getting back into his commonly good graces isn’t a simple task. If he or she was a good enough friend to know basically everything about the boy—which isn’t necessarily often, either—then they may find it easier. He is an empathetic, sympathetic person, so he often falls for the “oh poor me” sort of thing. Strictly speaking, he can’t resist tears; if someone starts crying, it advocates honesty, and he’ll often start trusting them again. If someone knows him well and is a damn good liar, he’s screwed because he’ll fall for it time after time after time.
He’s definitely a dork, no denying that, not to mention a bit of a geek. He voraciously devours everything around him, including every Shakespeare play but Love’s Labour’s Lost, but only because his first name was fashioned after it and he’d really rather not know. The name “Antonio” is more difficult to avoid, as it is used in several of Shakespeare’s works, and thus he has learned to deal. Philosophy intrigues him and he’s constantly pouring over Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, and many others, including the more contemporary images.
Family: Mother » Lillian
Father » Alexander Caldwell » fairly well-known author; makes enough for them to live on. Again, the two get on well when his father isn’t locked away in his study, writing or reading.
Brother » Salerio Caldwell » He’s obsessed with his appearance and known throughout the school as one of the popular crowd. The complete opposite of Cade, he does far better out in public than at home, wherein he’s constantly rolling his eyes at his family. He may only be fifteen, but he’s far more confident than his older brother ever was. They get along all right, but they’re completely different and often end up arguing.
History: His parents desperately wanted a child and so by the time he was conceived, they were very ready—or, at least, “ready” in his parents’ terms. Upon finding out Lillian was pregnant, they hurried off to tell all of their neighbors and friends, some of which couldn’t have cared less. Nevertheless, they could not be discouraged (a fact which has not shifted to this day), and began buying all the baby clothes they could find. New parents, indeed; anyone could see that. Of course, “anyone” wouldn’t have decided to name their child after characters from Shakespeare’s works. “Anyone” might have been just a tad more normal than his own parents; his awkwardness can be found entirely in genetics, to be fair, because his father is the most socially awkward person he knows. He tends to be a bit of a recluse, even, hiding away in his study all the time. He’s even less self-assured than Marcade, which is certainly saying something.
At any rate, the dorkiness was imprinted upon him even before he was ever born; once he was born, he was raised mainly on Shakespeare and ‘50’s music. His parents weren’t fond of technology (which also continues to this day), so he was raised far away from the ideas of computers and video games. Even the electricity was limited—they used lights whenever possible and tended to prefer candles. Cade might be embarrassing, but bringing anyone over to his house his downright humiliating. Any girlfriends he’s ever had have remained as far away from the house as possible—there’s no way in hell he’s letting them inside to say how awful the place is. His father would lurk in the background and his mother would run to the forefront, painfully bold, asking any question that might have been on her mind. And she didn’t exactly know how to put things mildly; for all he knew, the first thing she’d ask when one of them walked in would be, “When do you plan to have sex?” No qualms there, either.
When he was three years old, his little brother was born. He never minded the shift in attention, particularly since his mother and father were still very apt at “caring for them”—or as apt as they’d ever been. His mother was always rushing around and throwing unneeded blankets for him. When he was two years old, his father read Hamlet to him. Of course, he didn’t understand any of it. Given his mother had a home birth, the Everly Brothers were the first sound he ever heard. At eight years old, he decided to try bass, which is perhaps the only thing he’s ever been a natural at. Not that he plays much contemporary music; after all, very little of his life has been based around contemporary music. Hell, he still listens to music off record players; forget ipods.
Originally, he and his brother got on well, but as the latter grew he changed. The metamorphosis wasn’t instantaneous, but it was noticeable; he began spending more time outside with friends and, when he was inside, much of his attention went to the mirror. How two complete opposites could be raised under the house Cade didn’t know (though he’d gladly trade places with his brother any day), but by the time he’d reached middle school he’d shifted away from home completely and started running with the popular crowd. Now he does his best to look “scene” (whatever the hell that is) and he’d already had more girlfriends than Marcade. Instead, Cade continues to spend much of his time at home or inside.
It was only recently that one (or possibly two) of his friends decided he needed to get out there. So she started coaching him into shape, forcing him to work out. He’s spent more time outside recently than all the rest of his life put together. She’s planning to style his hair, apparently, to go along with his new change in wardrobe—usually he pays no attention to his hair and simply leaves it alone, save the trim when it gets too long. This friend guarantees that during the summer they’ll be doing more training—including parties. Apparently, she’s going to reform him.
(You can just feel the excitement radiating from him now.)
(Side note: His accent, a diluted mixture of Irish and English, is borne from the following facts: his mother was originally Irish, first of all. Eventually she moved to America and married an English man, both of whom still had accents. Therefore, they raised their children with the accents--given Cade's been around his mother more than his father, the Irish accent is more pronounced, but certainly it's also British. Living in America this long has included some bits of an American accent as well. However, since he stays at home most often, his accent has stuck far better than if he'd grown up outside with American friends.)
Power:
How you became a vampire: Never happened. (Cade would be a fool of a vampire, ahaha.)
Secret Phrase: -Admin Edit-