emmerson, caleby

[caleb emmerson]

EMMERSON, CALEB.

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NAME’ caleb emmerson
AGE’ twenty-six
GRADE’ senior citizen
MAJOR’ racer
MINOR’ drug-dealer
GENDER’ male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION’ heterosexual

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OVERALL APPEARANCE’
The sexy, raw sex appeal of Caleb Emmerson's eyes are an innocent touch of naughty with a concisive stare which leaves you lingering upon the crispy hazel shade of the mesmerizing effect you get by looking at the eyes. For some women, his eyes leave them so entranced that they go to the extreme extent of calling true love, though he doesn't see it the same way. They have a gorgeous appeal to them with a glow of heaven and a touch of bliss. Maybe I'm over-exaggerating, or maybe I'm not. All I know, if his muscular body and handsome face can't get the job done, his beautiful eyes always pull through for him, and engulf the woman he's approaching with pleasure and, dare I say it, dirty thoughts. He, more than likely, inherited them from his italian grandfather, as he did most of his more dominant facial features, and he's more than sure that he probably has some of the prettiest eyes his side of the globe.

From the darkest shade of tan from the sunniest beach, Caleb Emmerson's skin tone glows at every crevace of his face. The smooth fresh baby skin with a temptation of lust and masculine ability leaves the women staring at him , still feeling the effect of the handsome photogenic side of him. The pink lips with the plump look of hydratation leave the women jumping a thousand miles to get a glimpse upclose. Dreamy, dusty, brown hair with just the perfect volume and bounce gives him the title of "Best Looking Male" you can find lingering upon the streets. A thick, intimidating noise that accentuates all of his other features, lies smack in the middle of his face, awaiting the next pleasurable scent that will cross it's way. Sure, he doesn't take his looks for granted, but he believes that his hair, just like all his other dominant features, was inherited from his italian background, giving him his foreign beauty.

With the rock hard chest and full 6 abs, every aspect makes you wonder about the perfect workout that Skylar Giovanni practices on every day. Truth be told, it's that vigorous football regiment of his that chiseled his body to such a peak, and trust me, no one is complaining, certaintly not the ladies. Tanned body with the perfect tan skin tone makes the women moan when they finally get a chance to run their hands up and down the length of his upper body. His body defines the "D" in the "TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME" accronym. Hell, his body defines the whole damn thing. Well, he stands at 6"3', so he's got every part of that down, and there's no doubt that he deserves to be the football captain, considering the huge biceps that hang from his shoulder. It's a miracle how fit this guy can stay, and still look so good. The body gives the women a sense of suport and happiness as they look at him as a whole face, eyes, and body, Caleb Emmerson sure does have it all!

A handsome young man, with many gorgeous features, and no visible imperfections, he stuns almost every female he pases, older or younger, and leaves them gazing at the young stud that just crossed their path. Maybe it's the amazing naughty, but innocence card that he plays perfectly, or maybe it's the fact that he's just plain hot and sexy. Either way, he's definetely is a dream guy for many of the girls that attend the same school as him. Yet I cannot emphasize enough about how the innocent, but naughty looks of his shows a sense of nautiness and imperfection that shows that he's not god, yet hes a perfect creation of god himself. Either way, he is truly blessed with very amazing looks, and shouldn't be taken for granted if you're a girl wanting to ever be graced by such good looks again.
PORTRAYED BY’ chris evans

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MY MIND ISN’T A SAFE PLACE’[/size][/color]

LIKES’

• books
  
• tattoos
  
• girls
  
• writing
  
• art
  
• taking pictures
  
• working out
  
• drinking
  
• smiles
  
• the few friends he has
  
• smiles
  
• quietness
  
• underdogs
  
• music
  
• simple things
  
• peace
  
• boxing
  
• wrestling
  
• Colts
  
• John Cena
  
• football
  
• people with strong morals
  
• dedication
  
• chris evans
  
• racing
  
• driving
  
• cars
  

DISLIKES’

• slutty girls
  
• prostitutes
  
• drugs
  
• drug addicts
  
• therapists
  
• preps
  
• school
  
• cocky people
  
• Patriots
  
• hate
  
• violence
  
• doctors
  
• parents
  
• pompous teachers
  
• harry potter
  
• cheaters
  
• goat meat
  

HOBBIES’

• Racing
  
• running his drug business
  
• Racing
  
• looking good
  
• winning fairly
  
• staying on the phone a bit too much

SECRETS’

• inherited a huge drug business from his father
  
• is a street racer
  
• killed his father in self-defense
  

PERSONALITY’

A interesting character, that's true, but I won't deny any accusations of him being quite the simple rebel. He's not different than that rest, other than his past overshadowing every other aspect of his life, causing him to become the "outcast" he is today. Don't get me wrong, Caleb has a dangerous personality, and for the sake of others--and himself--he often hides his true feelings, and is able to manipulate them to make everyone else seem like nothing's wrong with the world, when frankly, everything is. So, let's get a start on, shall we?

A loner, through and through, Caleb hasn't made any friends, and isn't exactly part of the "In" crowd, and hasn't made any attempts to become part of that arrogant little posse. He'd rather stay to himself, confined in solitude, than share his feelings with a whole bunch of uninterested friends that won't show any feelings, nor any concern about his initial quietness. Sure, he may have a few friends, and loves them--though he doesn't show it--, but that doesn't mean he'd rather be alone with his thoughts more than half of the time. His own mind gives him a sense of security that allows him to live to see the next day, and by trusting his feelings with another person, he feels that he is literally putting his life in their hands.

Caleb is a rather artistic fellow, you could say. He's always finding the meanings in things that are hidden, the things that most people wouldn't be able to find even if they tried. It's the feeling of mystery and accomplishment together that gets his blood flowing, it's like it's own little adrenaline rush that is odd yet still quite amusing and enjoyable. There are many quirky part of his boys personality that aren't at all like the other bits but still play quite a bit part on the inside, his outside personality, the side that everyone sees, being much different than the side that he knows. He doesn't really like one but of it more, both sides are appealing for their own reasons, though some shouldn't be appealing, but that hasn't stopped a teenage boy before, has it?

Caleb is a real big drunk, he's in love with drinking, and he isn't like all of those kids who love to wallow in their self pity, he drinks for the simple fact that it's great fun, not because he wants to 'wash the pain away' he's smart enough to know that when you drink your pain doesn't go away completely, it just goes away temporarily and then comes back once your sober and it is accompanied with a massive headache and a need to see everything you ate and drank one more, though Caleb doesn't get hangovers much, but when he does, all hell is breaking loose and you had better not piss him off.

Caleb is a really adventurous guy, per say, but he isn't the dare devil type, no, he's more of the let's grab life by the horns and take it one day at a time, live in the moment, seize it, own it. Which in a nutshell means that he's never the one to be left back, he's the one who is always out there, doing something, out with somebody, putting it all out there, giving everything, his all to make it everything that it's worth, to milk every situation of every drop of fun that could possibly be had, he's a very fun loving kind of person, not a goody goody though, no way, he drinks way too much to be considered a goody two shoes. Though it is very safe to say that he isn't really considered a bad ass, either. He isn't much into the whole bad ass ordeal, getting caught with a whole bunch of stuff didn't sound like some great fun to him. He has the heart of a true lion, never backing out of a situation, even if the odds are against him, and will always continue to fight through, even though he know it's for no good.

Imagine yourself in a sauna. You set the temperature low at first, so the warmth is just right. The soothing steam that your lungs inhale is rejuvinating to mind and body. However, there is a glitche in the machine, and before you have time to register the temperature change, it begins to grow hotter, gradually and slowly. You feel your mind fluxuating in and out of sanity and insanity as you begin to suffocate on the steam, the heat, the anger. Imagine this is how you feel whenever you become prevoked. Caleb, when provocked to certain extents, can become the most hostile and violent person. His anger, like other emotions, is uncontrolable at certain degrees. Those who are close to him must choose their words wisely. And, I'll be honest...most do it out of fear that he might go berserk and rip their heads off. In reality, his uproars rarely happen. In fact, this anger is usually an inward anger, not an outward, agressive anger. Of course, when 'pissed' off enough, he doesn't mind throwing a few blows.

Fear: the key to everything that renders Caleb's life to be the topsee-turbi hellhole that it is. Fear has caused him paranoia, which, in his case, can easily be defined as disturbed thought process characterized by excessive anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion. The severity of this dillusional state of mind, in Caleb's case, has turned his mind into one big, helter-skeltered mess. After experiencing what he did as a child, Caleb could find no solace or hope in living. Every day was a fearful one...filled with the anticipation of his own death. To this day, he cannot wake up without considering that particular day as his last.

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PARENTS’
Calean Emmerson - Father - Billionaire Drug Dealer - Dead
Lemon Emmerson - Mother - Nurse - Dead
SIBLINGS’
None.
EXTENDED FAMILY’
N/A
PETS’
His car?
HISTORY’
Mother dying during childbirth, father getting shot to death, same with the brother, then came the years of training to avenge his brother, not his parents, they didn't love him anyway; who wants this type of life? Apparently, God saw fit to give it to Jimmy Carter, a kid who thought everything in the world was made of sunshine and roses, and shit like that. But now, now he's a kick ass hitman, and I'll tell you how that came to be. Here is where the going gets tough, here is where you hear Jimmy Carter's story, but you have been warned. First you will laugh, then you will cry..hopefully, but even if you don't, you will smile, I bet Jimmy's muscular ass on it. Trust me, that ass is quite muscular, keeps some girls attention on it for years at a time. Shit, you guys got me off track. Now, let's continue with the story of young Jimmy Carter, master hitman.

First, from his mother's womb, came Lenny. The perfect kid, resembling his mother, and her attitude. He didn't cry, nor did he ever whine, as I said before, he was the kid every parent wanted, and this couple was blessed with him. He learned how to crawl at around 10 months, and was walking when he was merely 19 months. Then, he began to know simple words like, "dog", "cat", "poop", and not to mention, "daddy" and "momma." Perfect kid, right? Yeah, I'm sure he was. Still, when he was two, and a half, all of that changed. His mother had been pregnant, for a while now, with another boy, and he was expected to deliver anytime soon. That day, the day for childbirth, came sooner than later. It happened only during the eigth month of her pregnancy, making Jimmy a pre-mature baby, but she didn't care, she had Lenny, he was all that mattered to them, he was their perfect child, the child that everyone else wanted, but they had been blessed with.

Now, here comes Jimmy, their second child. Now, you can already infer Jimmy wasn't going to get any love from his family, and you were damn right. If you had a kid like Lenny your first time, then why would you want another kid, a kid that you wanted to be like the first one, but you knew wouldn't-no, couldn't-be like. But he was there now, he was ready to come into this world, and if they stopped him, they would be committing murder, which obviously was against the law, and trust me, they were scared as shit of the law. Jimmy came out, but not before a load of problems. First, it was storming, which in turn, made the city black out for a while, and that too during the time he was being delivered. Then, since there was no electricity, there was no way to guarantee he was going to live, considering he was a premature baby and all. But, at that moment, the moment they thought he had breathed his last breath, the electricity came back, and with full force too. He was instantly taking to the care ward, and miraculously, was brought back to life, one way or the other. The parents should have known that this baby was special, that he was a miracle, that he was living because of God's grace, and that they should have shown him some love, but they didn't. They hated him, why? Because the moment he came out, he was crying, and he didn't stop. Or well, he did for a while, but he was right back at it. He didn't learn to crawl until he was 2, and walking, that came when he was 4. He couldn't even speak until he was five, and that was only small words like, "mom" and "dad." No, he didn’t know poop…yet. Either way, he wasn’t the child that his parents were proud of. Hell, they didn’t even acknowledge him most of the time, but he was too young to realize that at the time. Then, his mother, oh yes, she was pregnant again. They weren’t happy about it either, they suspected the child would end out like Jimmy, and that wasn’t the type of child they wanted. No, they wanted one like Lenny, but Lenny wanted another sibling like Jimmy, simply because he loved Jimmy with all of his heart, and Jimmy did the same. Not love himself, I mean, but he loved Lenny too.

Either way, here comes the third, and last, addition to the Carter family, Simmy Carter. Childbirth was okay, even though once again, the parents didn't want another failure like Jimmy, but they had one. And to Jimmy's future delight, his mother died during childbirth, leaving them alone with a single parent. Just like Jimmy, Simmy didn't learn to talk and walk at a later age, unlike their older brother, Lenny. But this made Jimmy and Simmy develop a bond that was stronger than it was with their brother, and their father. Sure, they were only kids, and about five years apart, but they practically lived for each other. Jimmy didn't have many friends at school, considering he tried his best to get his grades up so his father would be impressed with him. Sure, being the smartest kid in class, you'd think his father would be proud, but he wasn't. Even Lenny wasn't as smart as Jimmy was in kindergarten, but their father didn't care. To him, Jimmy and Simmy were the cause of his wife's death, and he really hated them. He hated them a lot.

But did Jimmy care? No, he had his sister, and she had Jimmy, and that was enough for the both of them. Sounds like a cute sibling story, right? Yeah, for now it is. Life stayed the same for Jimmy. You know, father hating him, working his ass off at school, trying to make a few friends here and there, nothing changed for him. He was still at the top of his class, he was still unloved by all except his sister, or so he believed, and worst of all, he had no friends, no matter how hard he tried to make them, but his father pretty much screwed up his life. Yes, that's right. His father forbidded him from going over to anyone's house, or for anyone to come to his, hell, he practically intended for Jimmy not to have any friends, no matter how hard he tried to deny that fact. He simply said that it was for the best, and that he wanted to keep Jimmy safe. Jimmy, being the kid that would beg for his father's love, believed him, and didn't mind that he had no friends, as long as he thought his father loved him, or did he? He seriously didn't know. On one hand, he was only 12, so he knew he didn't understand his father much, and on the other hand, his father didn't really show him much of the whole parent-child love stuff, so was he actually supposed to believe him? He didn't think he should have even believed the latter, so he went with the former.

Ah, let's skip this stuff, we all know life is going to stay the same, so let's skip to where Jimmy turns 13. His father, brother, and sister(his brother made sure to tag her along) went out to some play, and while leaving the play, they were attacked by robbers. His sister, she was kidnapped, his brother and father were shot to death. It was late at night, Jimmy was at home alone, the phone rang, he was startled. Picking up the phone, he heard what happened, he was old enough to realize what death and love and pain and all that stuff was, so now he was broken. His sister, the reason he kept going, she was kidnapped, and god knows where was she taken. It broke Jimmy inside, simply because he loved his brother, not as much as his sister but still, and now he was dead. He couldn't care less about his father, he he had learned to hate him in a few short months. Turns out, after a few days, the police had learned who done the shooting and the kidnapping. It was the gang, Tess and Alex. Sure, they sounded like a bunch of wussies and shit, but they were actually quite notorious, often known for their comical humor, like, giving a wedgie to a guy they just shot in the head at point blank, or like, having freaks rape elephants, then have them shoot the elephant, and make away with the tusks. Yes, they were freaks, but they were humorous freaks, but Jimmy found no humor, nor did anyone..other than me. I mean, come on, who rapes elephants? That's classic, but back to Jimmy. He had no idea where she was being held, until one day, he got a letter. It was from the Ace Shooters, another gang, but he didn't know that. He went to the address they gave him, and he found out that they knew all about what had just happened to him, and wanted to train him. You see, those two gangs, they were nemesis, with Ace Shooters being the good guys, and Tess and Alex being the antagonists.

But still, they gave him five minutes to think, and you guessed it, he accepted. He wanted to find his sister, and better yet, he wanted to avenge his brother. And so began the vigorous training, which took more than Jimmy could give, but he pulled it off. Day after day after day, he trained, learning the ways of the samurai, the gangster, and the ninja. Yes, Ace Shooters was international, but they needed all they could get to go against Tess and Alex, they were just that badass. But still, Jimmy, with the hope of finding his sister and avenging his brother, worked his ass off, became stronger and stronger, both physically and emotionally. He was something special, Ace Shooters knew that, and they knew that if he ever turned on them, it would take a lot to bring him down. After all, not every guy has the determination and willpower of Jimmy Carter, and most likely, never will. But still, the training was rough, he had to learn everything. As well as being pulled from school, he had to work his mind, giving him no time to stop and think, but that was the plan after all. Still, excelling in the academics of fighting as well as he did in school, he became the next Bourne, able to figure anything out instantly, whether it be 1.243424 x 204234923.342, or how tall the girl that was standing in front of him in millimeters. Yes, he was able to do it all. He learned how to duel-wield, he learned how to use a sword, he learned how to use his fists, he learned how to use his fingers, he learned how to use every part of his body to become a total killing machine if he was to ever get his sister back and get revenge. But not once did he cry, not once. That was what made him special, he knew there was no time to regret, and he never was going to, not now at least, maybe after he got his sister back from Tess and Alex, but that was just a maybe. He was going to kill everyone from that gang, no matter what it took, even if it took his life, he just wanted his sister to be safe, that was all. Still, as his training went on, so did his rank in the gang, and pretty soon, he was at the top, and he was no more than 21, and that was saying something. But now, he wanted his sister back, and he knew where he had to go after a few days of research. He knew he had to go to Toronto, the headquarters of Tess and Alex, and the best part, it was only 2 hours away from where he was living in Canada. Better yet, he had met a guy named Eric Hunter a few months back, at some party he was undercover at to find some criminal, and became, kind of, good friends with him, and informed his mother, don't ask, that he was coming to Toronto and to pick him up from the airport.

Two years later, he found his sister, and ended up in Whistler, British Columbia. He wasn't exactly sure how he landed up there, but he was there, and he had to cope with it. he took up street racing, continued to run his father's drug business, and continued to be the bad ass he was. Though, now at age 26, he's sure he needs to settle down and find love, other than racing, and that drug business of his.

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AGE’ 17
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