Post by bryna on Apr 16, 2008 14:53:13 GMT -5
Name: Calix Theodore Constantine
Nicknames: Theo, Cal, Adonis.
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Clique: Love Struck
Clique Status: Newbie
Picture:
Play by: Do you know, I haven't the foggiest. Photo by body-stock on deviantART
Appearance: Calix 'Call me Cal' Constantine is tall, dark, and handsome - well, insofar as any fourteen-year-old can be tall, or handsome. He is actually only five foot six, but slim and wiry, so he looks taller, and he holds himself like a duke.
His dark brown hair is messy, but in a way that is - yes, slightly self-consciously cute. He keeps it neatly trimmed to an inch or so below his cheekbones, where it waves softly, showing off his bone structure to the best of his ability, and making him look at least two years older. At least, that was the intention...
In fact, his whole 'look' has a tendency to look a little laboured, a little too try-hard, from the always half-buttoned shirts to the little gold stud in one ear to the contrived lopsided smile he usually sports. About the only thing about Calix that is really Calix is his eyes, which are the deep blue-green of a mediterranean sea, and go dreamy and unfocused when he's thinking - which is generally about some girl or other, but we can overlook that. And when he's just woken up, when his hair is touseled and unbrushed, when he is yawning and stretching, when his eyes are bleary with sleep - he probably looks his best then. Certainly he looks his realest.
He runs when he can, climbs, swims when he's sure nobody's looking, and plays tennis when he finds a partner for it. All of this has left him fit as a fiddle, with the faintly outlined muscles that speak of speed and stamina, not strength. And he is fast, for all that he wishes he had biceps of iron instead. Faster than any girl he's yet come across. Not that most of them have really tried their hardest to get away.
Where clothes are concerned, he tends towards dark shirts, usually embroidered in the Spanish style and with billowing sleeves and open necks, coupled with good-quality linen trousers, or cotton if it's really cold. He likes to present himself as a romantic, dreamy sort of bloke - gold jewellery, big intellectual-looking books, bare feet, the works. During school hours, though, he generally conforms to the uniform rules. More or less. After all, it isn't as though a shirt unbuttoned to the ribs is breaking the rules. Not really...
Personality: Although Calix is often thoughtful and dreamy, what he's usually thinking and dreaming about is female, pretty, and way older than him. For all that he chops and changes girlfriends as often as he changes shirts, he is a hopeless romantic, and his life's dream is finding 'the one' - and he doesn't care how many hearts he has to break before he finds her.
Like a lot of boys in his clique, he always does love girls when he starts going out with them. They're always the most important thing in his life. The problem is that, eventually, he sees the imperfections - and 'eventually' rarely extends beyond a week or two. His first girlfriend was when he was twelve, and she was fifteen. It gave him a taste for women, which his parents attempted to discourage by sending him to Florence at thirteen. Originally, they had planned to send him to an all-male school, but between his constant litany of complaints and the glowing references Florence has, they ended up sending him here instead, trusting that the segregation of boys and girls would keep their unruly Theo out of too much trouble.
It didn't, of course.
He's hardly ever out of the girls' side of the school at night, and he knows one thousand and one ways from window to window. He's had girlfriends secret and outright, he's kissed half the girls in his year, and quite a lot who aren't, and his grades are... not the best, to put it mildly. Being a dreamer, and a flirtatious dreamer at that, Calix isn't really cut out for an intellectual life.
He's as proud as Lucifer, though, and will remain that way, bouncing back from any rejection with only a short mourning period for what might have been.
History: The son of an architect father and a dancer mother, Calix has two brothers, Ambrose, currently eighteen, and Deo, who is only ten. Last year, he gained a sister, Arista Rose.
Ever since he was a child, Calix was a dreamer. He aspired to being like his brother Ambrose, who was swarmed by girls for most of his teenaged years, even if he was too busy studying most of the time, but he ended up looking more and more like an idiot as he struggled to emulate the older boy. It is from Ambrose that Calix picked up his 'dreamy intellectual' image, which would be rather more potent if it weren't for the fact that the poor lad is hopelessly inept at any sort of activity that involves concentration. In short, he has the 'dreamy' part down pat, but he has yet to master the 'intellectual' part.
At the time, being sent to a segregated school seemed like hell on earth. But, over time, he's grown to love Florence. And now he can see the advantages to it.
Less competition, for a start. More pretty girls. And it's one hell of a lot better than a boys-only school.
Oh, and no angry boyfriends to beat him up.
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams:
Anything you'd like to add? I'm SO sorry! My creativity has shrivelled and dried up, and this is really not great. Maybe I'll edit it later. Maybe I won't. Don't hold your breath.
On the other hand...
BRYNA MAKES NON-EMO CHARACTER!!!! Hold the front page!
Nicknames: Theo, Cal, Adonis.
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Clique: Love Struck
Clique Status: Newbie
Picture:
Play by: Do you know, I haven't the foggiest. Photo by body-stock on deviantART
Appearance: Calix 'Call me Cal' Constantine is tall, dark, and handsome - well, insofar as any fourteen-year-old can be tall, or handsome. He is actually only five foot six, but slim and wiry, so he looks taller, and he holds himself like a duke.
His dark brown hair is messy, but in a way that is - yes, slightly self-consciously cute. He keeps it neatly trimmed to an inch or so below his cheekbones, where it waves softly, showing off his bone structure to the best of his ability, and making him look at least two years older. At least, that was the intention...
In fact, his whole 'look' has a tendency to look a little laboured, a little too try-hard, from the always half-buttoned shirts to the little gold stud in one ear to the contrived lopsided smile he usually sports. About the only thing about Calix that is really Calix is his eyes, which are the deep blue-green of a mediterranean sea, and go dreamy and unfocused when he's thinking - which is generally about some girl or other, but we can overlook that. And when he's just woken up, when his hair is touseled and unbrushed, when he is yawning and stretching, when his eyes are bleary with sleep - he probably looks his best then. Certainly he looks his realest.
He runs when he can, climbs, swims when he's sure nobody's looking, and plays tennis when he finds a partner for it. All of this has left him fit as a fiddle, with the faintly outlined muscles that speak of speed and stamina, not strength. And he is fast, for all that he wishes he had biceps of iron instead. Faster than any girl he's yet come across. Not that most of them have really tried their hardest to get away.
Where clothes are concerned, he tends towards dark shirts, usually embroidered in the Spanish style and with billowing sleeves and open necks, coupled with good-quality linen trousers, or cotton if it's really cold. He likes to present himself as a romantic, dreamy sort of bloke - gold jewellery, big intellectual-looking books, bare feet, the works. During school hours, though, he generally conforms to the uniform rules. More or less. After all, it isn't as though a shirt unbuttoned to the ribs is breaking the rules. Not really...
Personality: Although Calix is often thoughtful and dreamy, what he's usually thinking and dreaming about is female, pretty, and way older than him. For all that he chops and changes girlfriends as often as he changes shirts, he is a hopeless romantic, and his life's dream is finding 'the one' - and he doesn't care how many hearts he has to break before he finds her.
Like a lot of boys in his clique, he always does love girls when he starts going out with them. They're always the most important thing in his life. The problem is that, eventually, he sees the imperfections - and 'eventually' rarely extends beyond a week or two. His first girlfriend was when he was twelve, and she was fifteen. It gave him a taste for women, which his parents attempted to discourage by sending him to Florence at thirteen. Originally, they had planned to send him to an all-male school, but between his constant litany of complaints and the glowing references Florence has, they ended up sending him here instead, trusting that the segregation of boys and girls would keep their unruly Theo out of too much trouble.
It didn't, of course.
He's hardly ever out of the girls' side of the school at night, and he knows one thousand and one ways from window to window. He's had girlfriends secret and outright, he's kissed half the girls in his year, and quite a lot who aren't, and his grades are... not the best, to put it mildly. Being a dreamer, and a flirtatious dreamer at that, Calix isn't really cut out for an intellectual life.
He's as proud as Lucifer, though, and will remain that way, bouncing back from any rejection with only a short mourning period for what might have been.
History: The son of an architect father and a dancer mother, Calix has two brothers, Ambrose, currently eighteen, and Deo, who is only ten. Last year, he gained a sister, Arista Rose.
Ever since he was a child, Calix was a dreamer. He aspired to being like his brother Ambrose, who was swarmed by girls for most of his teenaged years, even if he was too busy studying most of the time, but he ended up looking more and more like an idiot as he struggled to emulate the older boy. It is from Ambrose that Calix picked up his 'dreamy intellectual' image, which would be rather more potent if it weren't for the fact that the poor lad is hopelessly inept at any sort of activity that involves concentration. In short, he has the 'dreamy' part down pat, but he has yet to master the 'intellectual' part.
At the time, being sent to a segregated school seemed like hell on earth. But, over time, he's grown to love Florence. And now he can see the advantages to it.
Less competition, for a start. More pretty girls. And it's one hell of a lot better than a boys-only school.
Oh, and no angry boyfriends to beat him up.
Fears:
- Being ugly
- Being alone
- Finding his one true love and letting her go
- Dying a bachelor
- Old age
- Death
- Angry boyfriends with sticks
Likes:
- Girls. Obviously.
- Tennis, especially with somebody better than him. Or somebody prettier than him.
- Morning swims in cold water. It's something he's really missed since coming to Florence.
- Running
- Expensive clothes that show off his good points
- Mirrors. Just to check he's looking okay, you understand...
- Good beer. And the thrill of getting hold of some.
Dislikes:
- Being turned down
- Studying
- Reading
- Looking bad. Especially in front of someone he's got his eye on.
- Being in the wrong
- Having nothing to do
- Mediterranean food
- Spice
Dreams:
- Finding the love of his life
- Passing at least one exam
- Making his parents proud of him
- Becoming a journalist
Anything you'd like to add? I'm SO sorry! My creativity has shrivelled and dried up, and this is really not great. Maybe I'll edit it later. Maybe I won't. Don't hold your breath.
On the other hand...
BRYNA MAKES NON-EMO CHARACTER!!!! Hold the front page!