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Ⅰ. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN〢▸ Muse A and Muse B have lived many lifetimes, from many different walks and color- Soulmates, for lack of better description. Written in the stars. Bound together by the hand of God, destined to be drawn to the other in each life. For better or for worse. Vague. But. This is the general idea, and could have many different stories tied into one. I would need a creative mind, one not afraid to take the lead and implement their own ideas.
*Alternative option: It could be a series of dreams, either just by chance/lucid like, or a psychological experiment.
ⅠⅠ. SMOKE BLOWING 〢▸ Arranged, Fake Relationship between two characters. Political. Love/Hate. Dark Themes. Psychological Warfare. Coercion.
III. ATLAS 〢▸ Inspired by LOST & Arrow. Military-esque. Super soliders. Survival. Drama. Adventure. Mystery. Action. On the Run.
IV. A PIRATES LIFE 〢▸ Pirate/Siren plot. Action. Adventure. Drama. Enemies to Lovers. Fantasy. On the Run. Message me for more details.
V. COMATOSE 〢▸ Drama. Slice of Life. Angst. Dark Themes. Please message me for the details.
VI. HUNGER GAMES 〢▸ Enemies to Lovers. Coercion. Rebellion. Adventure. Action. Drama. Please message me for the details.
Ⅰ. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN〢▸ Muse A and Muse B have lived many lifetimes, from many different walks and color- Soulmates, for lack of better description. Written in the stars. Bound together by the hand of God, destined to be drawn to the other in each life. For better or for worse. Vague. But. This is the general idea, and could have many different stories tied into one. I would need a creative mind, one not afraid to take the lead and implement their own ideas.
*Alternative option: It could be a series of dreams, either just by chance/lucid like, or a psychological experiment.
ⅠⅠ. SMOKE BLOWING 〢▸ Arranged, Fake Relationship between two characters. Political. Love/Hate. Dark Themes. Psychological Warfare. Coercion.
III. ATLAS 〢▸ Inspired by LOST & Arrow. Military-esque. Super soliders. Survival. Drama. Adventure. Mystery. Action. On the Run.
IV. A PIRATES LIFE 〢▸ Pirate/Siren plot. Action. Adventure. Drama. Enemies to Lovers. Fantasy. On the Run. Message me for more details.
V. COMATOSE 〢▸ Drama. Slice of Life. Angst. Dark Themes. Please message me for the details.
VI. HUNGER GAMES 〢▸ Enemies to Lovers. Coercion. Rebellion. Adventure. Action. Drama. Please message me for the details.
Caleb Keller
Name: Caleb James Keller
Nickname: Keller
Age: 18-27
Birthday:December 1st
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: Five-Eleven
Weight: One sixty-eight
Ethnicity: Brazilian
Body Type: Athletic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Coffee Brown
Volunteer Firefighter on the weekends.
Speaks Fluent Spanish
(Caleb is usually my Werewolf character, I do change him just a tad to play him as a human.)
CHARACTER DISPOSITION:
On the outside? Caleb is cocky yet charmingly suave. His straightforward attitude can sometimes come off as rude to those who don't know him. His audacious spirit and often reckless behavior has been known to bring him glory, as well as trouble. He has a mouth full of wit and sarcasm, as well as the occasional lewd remark. He doesn't have the greatest grip on his anger... he is a wild beast after all.
Underneath it all? Shattered. Yet way too proud to admit it. Nor talk about it. Due to his upbringing, trust doesn't come easily, and he has mastered the art of pretending, avoiding vulnerability at all costs. Permitting others close is practically unheard of, though he would allow the illusion of such. Choosing instead to keep his friends and his past at arms length. He is a successful liar, yet brutally honest all at once. Manipulative, and persuasive, with also a tendency to be a bit vindictive, especially if wronged, as he is unable to deal with his hurt and mixing rush of emotions. Jealousy? Explosive. Not that he has much to be jealous of, yet.
Love? Commitment? Don't hold your breath. On account of his skepticism, the thought of giving even a spoonful of his heart away comes with great concern. However, Would someone be compelling enough to break down his heavily guarded heart, they might experience a side of him that scarce few would ever consider existed.
He does; however, love a chase.
A natural born leader. Caleb is protective and fiercely loyal of those he cares for. He has the bravery of a frontline soldier. A Stubborn daredevil, always willing to sacrifice himself for the ones he loves. Devoted to his personal business. Dedicated and hard working, with a drive for success that has been engraved into him by his prior Alpha. Generous and Passionate. Playful and flirty, once he opens up. Intelligent; and in the right situation, a Team player. Occasionally standing up for the weak- whether out of the goodness of his own heart, or for his own benefit.
LIKES:
Caleb enjoys plucking away at a steel string guitar, flirting with beautiful women, sassy Independence, hand to hand combat, shooting guns, hunting, fast engines, a game of Pool/Darts/Cards, fine dining, running, off-roading, escapism-Alcohol/Casual Sex,
Fishing. Dirt bikes. Carpentry.
DISLIKES:
Television doesn't catch his interest, He hates Cigars and the smell of them. Sour-anything. Rootbeer. Small Talk (but he'll indulge if it benefits him)
People who lack common sense. People who never shut up. Trashy, easy women. Cats.
FEARS:
Failure. Disappointment. Vulnerability. Commitment.
BACKGROUND:
Caleb's background story varies with each roleplay, and will unravel itself during the story.
Caleb pairs well with a sassy, sarcastic independent woman who won't be afraid to tell him off, nor banter. He is rough around the edges and his pride tends to get in his way.
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Writing Sample:
Caleb fought the hard urge to rip his hand from her hold, tightening his jaw instead and keeping his eyes fixed to the road ahead of them. *Just a little bit longer.* He encouraged himself. Just a bit longer and then he could stop pretending. To care. To love her. He loved her. He ***hated*** her.
*'What's..'* she stirred in the seat next to him after an hour of time elapsed. Caleb glanced between Mackenzie and the road. She was white, and her eyes puffy and out of it. Her body out of control. "What's wrong, babe?" The man asked, glancing over once again. "You okay?" His lip dared to move up a hint in spite.
*No.* Was the last word she spoke before she ejected herself from the passenger seat, an easy go due to the male's old truck which was without power locks. It was just like Mac to fight back. She had always been a challenge. Independent. Rough around the edges. *Irritating.* His eyes rolled and he slowed the wheels.
The truck came to a stop on the road just a few feet from where the ragged woman had landed. The door slammed behind him as his feet hit the gravel. With a slow pace, Caleb moved, rope in hand, towards the woman laying in the distance. Two eyes glowing brightly with a brilliant gold, contrasting with the deep hue of the hidden moon. The closer he grew, the more emotions he saw; fear, betrayal, disarray, sadness, helplessness.. *pathetic.*
"Where are you going baby?" He stopped, towering above her. A light breeze carried the scent of her straight up his nose like the powder he had snorted just hours ago. His ultimate weakness mixed with a hint of blood from the crash and roll landing, reaching down into the heart of his wolf who had grown more and more concerned for his mate upon each step closer. Caleb's eyes flashed, his face giving away the struggle behind the mask as he held the reins of the beast inside who had desperately wanted to tend to his wife, against he himself, who was aching for revenge.
The man sank to his knees reaching his hand out to cup her chin, lifting her head up to keep their eyes connected. "And to think, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." He shook his head in a false disappointment, he corner of his lips tugging upward with a laugh of spite, him letting go of her and unraveling the rope. Caleb then took her by the arms and tied her up, hands behind her back, making it *tight*, tight enough that she couldn't break free or slip out. And pulling her from the ground he slung her over his shoulder like a sack, and carried her to the truck where he placed her back in the passenger seat.
"You try that again." He warned as he took a step back, grabbing the frame of the door, "And I'll run you over." He slammed the door, moving for the driver's side.
It wasn't much longer till the gravel road ended and he continued onto the grass, weaving into the forest, where he eventually came to a stop. Awaiting his arrival was the pack, with Jacob out in front to greet him as he yanked Mac from the vehicle and dragged her to center stage, throwing her forward to her knees.
"Well done my boy." Jacob's voice thundered, patting his shoulder, looking at the witch lying on the ground before them, then back at Caleb. "I couldn't be more proud. And, as promised." He stepped back turning towards Dakota as she moved forward from the pack, her eye's meeting Caleb's immediately, attaching her body and lips with his, them together sharing a victory kiss.
Nickname: Keller
Age: 18-27
Birthday:December 1st
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: Five-Eleven
Weight: One sixty-eight
Ethnicity: Brazilian
Body Type: Athletic
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Coffee Brown
Volunteer Firefighter on the weekends.
Speaks Fluent Spanish
(Caleb is usually my Werewolf character, I do change him just a tad to play him as a human.)
CHARACTER DISPOSITION:
On the outside? Caleb is cocky yet charmingly suave. His straightforward attitude can sometimes come off as rude to those who don't know him. His audacious spirit and often reckless behavior has been known to bring him glory, as well as trouble. He has a mouth full of wit and sarcasm, as well as the occasional lewd remark. He doesn't have the greatest grip on his anger... he is a wild beast after all.
Underneath it all? Shattered. Yet way too proud to admit it. Nor talk about it. Due to his upbringing, trust doesn't come easily, and he has mastered the art of pretending, avoiding vulnerability at all costs. Permitting others close is practically unheard of, though he would allow the illusion of such. Choosing instead to keep his friends and his past at arms length. He is a successful liar, yet brutally honest all at once. Manipulative, and persuasive, with also a tendency to be a bit vindictive, especially if wronged, as he is unable to deal with his hurt and mixing rush of emotions. Jealousy? Explosive. Not that he has much to be jealous of, yet.
Love? Commitment? Don't hold your breath. On account of his skepticism, the thought of giving even a spoonful of his heart away comes with great concern. However, Would someone be compelling enough to break down his heavily guarded heart, they might experience a side of him that scarce few would ever consider existed.
He does; however, love a chase.
A natural born leader. Caleb is protective and fiercely loyal of those he cares for. He has the bravery of a frontline soldier. A Stubborn daredevil, always willing to sacrifice himself for the ones he loves. Devoted to his personal business. Dedicated and hard working, with a drive for success that has been engraved into him by his prior Alpha. Generous and Passionate. Playful and flirty, once he opens up. Intelligent; and in the right situation, a Team player. Occasionally standing up for the weak- whether out of the goodness of his own heart, or for his own benefit.
LIKES:
Caleb enjoys plucking away at a steel string guitar, flirting with beautiful women, sassy Independence, hand to hand combat, shooting guns, hunting, fast engines, a game of Pool/Darts/Cards, fine dining, running, off-roading, escapism-Alcohol/Casual Sex,
Fishing. Dirt bikes. Carpentry.
DISLIKES:
Television doesn't catch his interest, He hates Cigars and the smell of them. Sour-anything. Rootbeer. Small Talk (but he'll indulge if it benefits him)
People who lack common sense. People who never shut up. Trashy, easy women. Cats.
FEARS:
Failure. Disappointment. Vulnerability. Commitment.
BACKGROUND:
Caleb's background story varies with each roleplay, and will unravel itself during the story.
Caleb pairs well with a sassy, sarcastic independent woman who won't be afraid to tell him off, nor banter. He is rough around the edges and his pride tends to get in his way.
__________________
Writing Sample:
Caleb fought the hard urge to rip his hand from her hold, tightening his jaw instead and keeping his eyes fixed to the road ahead of them. *Just a little bit longer.* He encouraged himself. Just a bit longer and then he could stop pretending. To care. To love her. He loved her. He ***hated*** her.
*'What's..'* she stirred in the seat next to him after an hour of time elapsed. Caleb glanced between Mackenzie and the road. She was white, and her eyes puffy and out of it. Her body out of control. "What's wrong, babe?" The man asked, glancing over once again. "You okay?" His lip dared to move up a hint in spite.
*No.* Was the last word she spoke before she ejected herself from the passenger seat, an easy go due to the male's old truck which was without power locks. It was just like Mac to fight back. She had always been a challenge. Independent. Rough around the edges. *Irritating.* His eyes rolled and he slowed the wheels.
The truck came to a stop on the road just a few feet from where the ragged woman had landed. The door slammed behind him as his feet hit the gravel. With a slow pace, Caleb moved, rope in hand, towards the woman laying in the distance. Two eyes glowing brightly with a brilliant gold, contrasting with the deep hue of the hidden moon. The closer he grew, the more emotions he saw; fear, betrayal, disarray, sadness, helplessness.. *pathetic.*
"Where are you going baby?" He stopped, towering above her. A light breeze carried the scent of her straight up his nose like the powder he had snorted just hours ago. His ultimate weakness mixed with a hint of blood from the crash and roll landing, reaching down into the heart of his wolf who had grown more and more concerned for his mate upon each step closer. Caleb's eyes flashed, his face giving away the struggle behind the mask as he held the reins of the beast inside who had desperately wanted to tend to his wife, against he himself, who was aching for revenge.
The man sank to his knees reaching his hand out to cup her chin, lifting her head up to keep their eyes connected. "And to think, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." He shook his head in a false disappointment, he corner of his lips tugging upward with a laugh of spite, him letting go of her and unraveling the rope. Caleb then took her by the arms and tied her up, hands behind her back, making it *tight*, tight enough that she couldn't break free or slip out. And pulling her from the ground he slung her over his shoulder like a sack, and carried her to the truck where he placed her back in the passenger seat.
"You try that again." He warned as he took a step back, grabbing the frame of the door, "And I'll run you over." He slammed the door, moving for the driver's side.
It wasn't much longer till the gravel road ended and he continued onto the grass, weaving into the forest, where he eventually came to a stop. Awaiting his arrival was the pack, with Jacob out in front to greet him as he yanked Mac from the vehicle and dragged her to center stage, throwing her forward to her knees.
"Well done my boy." Jacob's voice thundered, patting his shoulder, looking at the witch lying on the ground before them, then back at Caleb. "I couldn't be more proud. And, as promised." He stepped back turning towards Dakota as she moved forward from the pack, her eye's meeting Caleb's immediately, attaching her body and lips with his, them together sharing a victory kiss.