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My name CALEB FLYNN

You call me CAL

Gender MALE

Sexuality BI

Age 18

Role HUMAN BOY # 1

Birthday and Zodiac NOV 26 - SAGI [ ♐ ]

Place of Origin STROUD, ENGLAND

Face Claim JACKSON HALE

Hex Code #300000

Description “Hey how’s the weather up there?” was the question asked over and over during his awkward elementary days. Caleb was a lanky, thin and tall as a kid; developing him the overall sluggish posture whilst growing up, was to cope with this demise. But soon enough he embraced his height and overall appearance. His hair often cut now let loose with brown curly and so, bangs stop above the eyes. Caleb’s striking features are his cheekbones and his strong nose. Choosing how to dress was no problem for him. He had a knack for choosing clothes for himself but goes in contrast for picking the nearest sweater available when lazy.

Hair Color Dark Brown

Eye Color Dark Brown

Height 6ft

Weight 165 pounds

Ethnicity Indian, Trindadian and English

Accessories Was never a fan of jewelries but kept his mother's silver ring as he wore in his neck strapped with a black tie knot.

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Personality Empathetic | Independent | Indecisive | Sentimental

On the surface, Caleb is fierce, independent, somewhat naive, and adventurous with a sense of humor. Events during his younger years, however, began to take a toll on his carefree personality. His flaws however let him coop up for days without letting anyone know about it. He goes out over thinking and stays in one place in a dim room. Despite his losses he gained not to give a damn, with him being a pacifist. He possessed a deep respect for life and freedom and was often reluctant to fight. Determined that he’d be standing alone on his own two feet.


Likes and Dislikes

✔ Lazy Naps | Food | Sunrise | Fast Food | Coffee Dancing

✘ Books | Crowds | Loud Music | Nostalgia | Nagging

Strengths and Weaknesses

✔ Stubborn | Responsive

✘ Pensive | Night Owl

Fears Seeing his mother's pale face in his dreams.

From the brown little lines of cottages, and busy people gathering to the market, lived the family of four. The stronghold of the Flynn household was their mother who cared for three boys, bless her heart, even though their house was a complete wreck taught them the best they can be. Caleb who was the youngest was always under the authority of his brothers. Among the three brothers he was the one who is always running in the open streets of their town. He was forever curious of what’s out there, what more besides this small town. He carried this glimpse of optimism, until time he reached fourteen.
When the mother caught sickness, the household took a quick turn of events. The eldest, despite being only eighteen, held the responsibility picking money here and there while his brothers took care of their mother. This continued for many months but still for no improvement of their mother’s condition. The middle child of the three brothers decided that they steal from others seemingly this was only a small town and they won’t mind. A heated argument was concluded with broken plates and slamming of doors. Caleb was only there to watch as he had no clue what was going on anymore. He found himself entering towards his mother’s room, and watched the slow and steady puffs of air that his mother was making beneath the oxygen mask.
A black tshirt and a pair of jeans. It was the only nice suitable clothes in the wardrobe and for a funeral. It was inevitable, the sickness, the loss, and his brothers. The three and come to their terms and went separate ways. The eldest had a stable job but became a clean nosed prick living in the city, and the middle child had side-tracked and god knows what his up to. He had been stirred away from trouble and had only contacted his eldest for money. He was now seventeen and now living on his own.

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