Post by caleb ferranti on Mar 27, 2008 17:48:44 GMT -5
About You
Name:
Nata
Age:
Teenage
Experience:
Seven years
Other Characters:
Nate Mitchells
Other:
Do I have to love roleplaying again?
The Character
Do you really know who you are?
Full Name:
Caleb Dominick Ferranti
Nickname:
Cale, Caleb, Dom, Domin, Rusty Eyes (loonnnggg story)
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Grade:
Drop out
Preferred Gang:
Legends
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Celebrity used:
Alex Evans
Appearance:
When you think of a child that’s been deprived of everything that they’ve ever known and been locked up all his life, you’ll see Caleb. He’s rather pale for a kid living on the street, he’s also rather small and quiet looking, but that’s no reason to think of him as weak. When pushed, he’s rather strong and kick ass and his crystal clear eyes show that. His blue eyes are what define him most. They’re visible from under his black layered bangs. They’re extremely clear and always full of emotion. It takes time for people to be able to read him, for people to understand the language of his emotions as their displayed in his eyes, but it’s worth it. Once you can see the emotion, it makes his eyes more intense, it makes them just the center of attention when you look at him.
His clothing is just an example of how artistic he is. Most of his clothing is things that he actually made on his own. Most of them involve jeans that are either hip huggers or just fairly tight skinny jeans that have something drawn up the leg. The shirts are just simple, loose fitting ones that have some sort of meaningful saying across them. He loves this kind of things and he only wears clothes that he’s marked in his special way. Though, he tends to sell clothes like this when in times of need, but he hates that idea, so it’s rare to see something he’s done on anyone other than himself.
His shoes are just simple ‘scene’ shoes. Most of the time, it’s white canvas Vans that have his drawings and scribbles all over them, that or black and white checkered Vans or sometimes he wears skater shoes, which are very comfortable and very easy to run in. He loved his clothing so much. He also usually wears this rope bracelet, well, always wears it because he can’t take it off anymore. It’s colored with so many different types of sharpies and all traces of white are long gone. He’s been wearing it for six years now, but is wrist hasn’t grown much since he was 11, so he never needed to worry about it getting too tight. He’s waiting until it shrinks too much so he can cut it off.
Also, slipped into a special jean pocket just below his knee is usually some sort of small knife. That or a gun is tucked into his back pocket. He always has some sort of gum in his mouth or even a bubble being blown. Around his neck is usually some sort of necklace and he doesn’t tend to have any other jewels. Though, he does always wear a black and white stud in his lower lip. He’ll switch them every once and a while to confuse people, but otherwise, he just leaves those alone. No ear piercings or bracelets that he’ll ever wear. Around his left ankle is a tattoo that one of his friends do. It’s a vine with a small white rose acting as a pendent to keep the ‘ribbon’ of vines together.
Personality:
Met with people he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care much for, Caleb is just this soft and quiet guy, the last person you would expect to be in a gang. Though, under that cover, he’s a resourceful kid who’s already been in Juvenile Detention halls for being that way. He’s fairly emotional, but not in the way you think. Things affect him and slowly bother him, but it’s his eyes that give it away. If it weren’t for the fact that he had these amazingly clear eyes, you would never know what bothered him or even how he felt. Though, he’s really friendly and he would help someone in need out. He hates to see people who have the ability to go farther get stuck down because they don’t want to work.
He loves where he is and he’s just glad to be alive. He’s used to seeing people in pain and most of the time, he won’t go out of the way to help someone, but he’ll give his sympathy and move on. He’s not one to keep his promises. Though, in his mind he takes things that people say and turns them more artistic. He makes them into something that he can’t be. Though, he’s rather poetic and he loves to write and doodle. He doesn’t like anything he writes and usually requires a lot of people saying it’s good before he even admits that he thinks it’s decent.
He’s a bit religious, always praying for his own life to go on. He doesn’t want to stay in gangs forever. He doesn’t want for him to ever become something close to a gang leader. He’s fine being the quiet one in the corner. Maybe that makes him shy, but he doesn’t care and he doesn’t like to label himself like that. Labels are one of his worst enemies. He’s against people being like that, but he’s a pessimist. He doesn’t think that anything will get better when life’s low. He’s taken bullets before, but he’s also needed therapy because he had ghost pain. He still does on a few occasions.
He writes a lot of poems and draws most of the time. He’s rather pale because as a child he did spend a lot of time in the orphanage, but it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. On occasion, he does have a night terror of something that happened when he was in the Juvenile Detention Facility of Northern Massachusetts. He’s rather withdrawn from the world sometimes. Though, when he’s angered (usually by someone doing something that was unneeded) he can be kick arse. His eyes tend to open wide and anger fills them before he just lashes out. When he does this, he’s likely to kill a person, well, THE person that pissed him off.
Likes:
Artistic things
His clothes
White roses
The rain
Fall and winter
Most chewy candy
Dislikes:
Labels
People who are trigger happy
Drunks
People who are unnecessarily harsh
Learning Foreign languages
Chocolate
Starting fights
Is the past behind you, or is your mind still dwelling?
Family:
mother; Elizabeth Jessica Adams – deceased from a brain tumor – died at age 31
father; Unknown
siblings; Unknown
History:
A woman with an undiagnosed brain tumor used to sleep around. She had her first child at the age of 22, that child was Caleb. When Caleb was six, she was suffering from horrible headaches, but she was a good mother. Until he was seven of course. Before then, his mother took the best care of him, gave him everything and made sure he was perfectly happy like all mothers are supposed to, but after a year of horrible headaches, she became irritable. She ignored her child, but he just thought that it was something that mothers did. Of course, after she hit him across the face and the school thought that this had been happening for a while. They alerted the authorities and Caleb was placed in his first foster home.
He was there for three weeks. Until, his mother was diagnosed with her brain tumor and given a nurse who would live with her and also take care of Caleb. He was moved back with her and her nurse. Life was fine until he was nine years old. His mother one day just died. She had been asleep, so she hadn’t felt a thing, but the worst part was that Caleb had seen her first. After that, he barely played sports and he was put up for adoption. Though she hadn’t been too scary looking (actually, she looked like she was sleeping without breathing), he still had night errors. For a while, no one wanted him because of this fact. He was such a small boy and he was pale with dark circles under his eyes.
He didn’t have depression as most people thought. Caleb just started to write, draw and design. Of course, he was made fun of for it, but by the time he was 11, he was adopted again. This family was kind to him, until money issues came and the father became a drunk. This man was mostly the reason that he went to a Juvenile Detention Hall. The man kept drinking and for days he wouldn’t leave his office. He had wanted to adopt a sporty boy. One he could go out and play catch with, but instead his wife had pushed him into adopting a frail boy. She spent weeks nursing Caleb back to health, but it didn’t work out as well. He didn’t turn into the sporty child they had wanted.
So, the man took it out on the wife. One day, Caleb walked in on the man pulling a gun on the wife. The wife had always been kind to him, unlike the man. He never did bother to remember their names though. He just called them the man and mum. The wife was at gun point and the man seriously looked like he would fire. Caleb stepped in front of the bullet and out of shock, the man lowered the weapon, he still fired and to this day, Caleb had a small scar in his thigh were a bullet pierced it. After that, he had no idea what had possessed him, but the wife had already run to call the medics. Caleb moved at the other quite quickly. He wasn’t strong, he’s never been strong, but he’s fast.
He managed to get the gun from the man and shoot him in the forehead. He couldn’t bear to face the lady after that, so he fled. He jumped out a window since it was the first floor that this had happened on. He was on the run for two days before the police caught up to him. He was sent to a Juvenile Detention Hall far away from the widow in North Carolina. He ended up in Massachusetts, but how he got there was a blur to him. After he had killed a man, he had wandered in a daze. He had actually seemed rather sick, but after two weeks in the detention center. He was fighting again. He was left alone most of the time, but he had started poetry and writing again, though this time he also drew designs for shirts.
He was let out early for…seemingly good behavior. He was glad to be out, but it meant he had nothing to his name. He managed to hitch-hike to NYC, where he managed to get in a gang. Things still go by as a blue to him, but he’s been in NYC since he was fifteen. Now, he’s stronger and more able. Though, he’s gotten in more fights since then. He doesn’t start fights since he killed that man. Some nights he’s had night terrors about that day and how it could have been different if the man had shot him in the chest. Since then, he’s been meant for a gang and he’s in the Legends and has been for over two years.
