Post by caleb on Apr 23, 2010 22:22:41 GMT -5
CALEB PERCIVAL DASCHEL
FULL NAME: caleb pervical deschel
NICKNAMES: cal, callie, percy, dash
AGE: twenty-six
PREFERENCE: straight
HOMETOWN: miami, florida
CLASS STATUS: upper
CURRENT STATUS: single
MEMBER GROUP: resident
PLAY BY: ryan phillippe
FAVORITE FOOD?
i love pasta of any kind. i like to load up on them complex carbs.
ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
i've got two kids. you do the math.
FAVORITE COLOR?
umm, red probably.
HAVE YOU EVER EMBARRASSED YOURSELF?
who hasn't?
FAVORITE DRINK?
coca-cola.
WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS?
i really don't know. no one's really asked me that before. i suppose the same place i am right now. maybe remarried. maybe with another kid or something. i guess, though, i'd definitely wanna stop working for my father. run my own business or something.
FAVORITE HOLIDAY?
my children's birthdays.
WHAT'S ONE THING MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU?
that my wife, the mother of my two children, died. i try not to talk about her in public. most people think we just split up. my kids know, of course, about their mother's death. but it's not something we talk about at the dinner table.
DO YOU PREFER THE NIGHT OR THE DAY?
anytime i can sleep in, i'm in heaven. so, yes, nights are my favorite.
NAME A FANTASY?
seeing my wife's face one last time.
The days, the months, the years, the hours, even the minutes, used to passed quickly for Edward. Before Bella came into his life, things had a distinct pattern of normality for the young immortal. But after she entered into his world, that had all changed. His thoughts could be categorized into two compartments: 'Isabella Swan' and 'other'. After Italy and the Volturi, along with the marriage proposal, things had shifted dramatically into a third category: 'Danger'. That was all he saw when he envisioned Bella in his world. With the Volturi and their constant visual of the Cullen Coven and in Forks ever-present in his tangled mind and with Jasper's lack of self-control over human blood closer to home, it was hard to feel upbeat whenever Bella came remotely close to his home. He didn't even want to think of the dog, Jacob Black.
But yet, whenever Bella wasn't near him, his heart ached as though it had never ached before in all his many years. He felt ... alive when she was around him. He felt as if he were not a damned soul but simply a regular seventeen-year-old boy. If that was at all possible. And when his golden eyes would spot her, it was as if a dark rain cloud had been lifted and he could smile again. He knew he sounded pathetic and he could hear his inner Emmett rolling over in laughter at him loud and clear whenever he thought of how Bella made him feel. But, in all honesty, he didn't care. Everyone had someone; everyone deserved someone. Right? Even murders with condemned souls like himself?
Whenever those darker thoughts entered his mind, he pushed them away suddenly and hoped that they should never, ever again enter his mind. He simply wanted to make Bella happy, and apparently, he made her happy. So, perhaps things could work out? Perhaps after they had been married a year or two, or after she spend a few years in college, she would change her mind to not be turned. He scoffed at the thought, as he knew hell was more likely to freeze over before that happened. But, he could always try, couldn't he?
As he forced himself to concentrate on his running as to avoid being seen (though he was far too fast to be seen by human eyes), he finally stopped as he approached the Swan house. He saw Bella's truck and Charlie's squad car parked out in front of the house and he stopped momentarily to gather his thoughts. He knew that Charlie was still furious with Edward and if he knocked on the door and asked to see his daughter, things would not end well. However, as Edward moved in closer to the house, he hear the television and the lack of brain activity from Charlie, so he knew he was in the clear. Running up the house as quickly and quietly as possible and grabbing whatever he could find to propel himself upward, he stopped as he saw Bella on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. Opening the window, he quietly entered into Bella's room.
The smell of candles flooded his supernatural senses and he had to stifle his laugh. Vanilla and lavender. His biological mother had often used fresh lavender around the house and it had been one of those scents and memories that had stuck with Edward. The classical music on the other hand made him smile. The song had been one of his favorites. He was glad that Bella was listening to it. It was calming and gentle. Hopefully it would help her think. Or at least work some other time. As he entered into Bella's room, he moved quickly and without any noise as he walked over to her bed. "How's the homework going?" he asked causally, almost jokingly, before he sat down on her bed as he smiled mischievously at her. He decided to wait for her to get up or at least look at him before he would say anything else.
But yet, whenever Bella wasn't near him, his heart ached as though it had never ached before in all his many years. He felt ... alive when she was around him. He felt as if he were not a damned soul but simply a regular seventeen-year-old boy. If that was at all possible. And when his golden eyes would spot her, it was as if a dark rain cloud had been lifted and he could smile again. He knew he sounded pathetic and he could hear his inner Emmett rolling over in laughter at him loud and clear whenever he thought of how Bella made him feel. But, in all honesty, he didn't care. Everyone had someone; everyone deserved someone. Right? Even murders with condemned souls like himself?
Whenever those darker thoughts entered his mind, he pushed them away suddenly and hoped that they should never, ever again enter his mind. He simply wanted to make Bella happy, and apparently, he made her happy. So, perhaps things could work out? Perhaps after they had been married a year or two, or after she spend a few years in college, she would change her mind to not be turned. He scoffed at the thought, as he knew hell was more likely to freeze over before that happened. But, he could always try, couldn't he?
As he forced himself to concentrate on his running as to avoid being seen (though he was far too fast to be seen by human eyes), he finally stopped as he approached the Swan house. He saw Bella's truck and Charlie's squad car parked out in front of the house and he stopped momentarily to gather his thoughts. He knew that Charlie was still furious with Edward and if he knocked on the door and asked to see his daughter, things would not end well. However, as Edward moved in closer to the house, he hear the television and the lack of brain activity from Charlie, so he knew he was in the clear. Running up the house as quickly and quietly as possible and grabbing whatever he could find to propel himself upward, he stopped as he saw Bella on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. Opening the window, he quietly entered into Bella's room.
The smell of candles flooded his supernatural senses and he had to stifle his laugh. Vanilla and lavender. His biological mother had often used fresh lavender around the house and it had been one of those scents and memories that had stuck with Edward. The classical music on the other hand made him smile. The song had been one of his favorites. He was glad that Bella was listening to it. It was calming and gentle. Hopefully it would help her think. Or at least work some other time. As he entered into Bella's room, he moved quickly and without any noise as he walked over to her bed. "How's the homework going?" he asked causally, almost jokingly, before he sat down on her bed as he smiled mischievously at her. He decided to wait for her to get up or at least look at him before he would say anything else.
hey, it's casey and this gal has been at it for
so long i've forgotten. years now. they are twenty-something years old.
