Herrington. Caleb Ryan

[CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON]

CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON

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I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
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[/b][/SIZE]. I'VE BEEN JUMPING AROUND THIS WORLD FOR TWENTY YEARS NOW, BUT ONLY FOUND THIS SPOT FIVE’ISH YEARS YEARS AGO. I WAS LED TO THIS HAPPENING PLACE BY FOREVER YOUNG. IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE ENOUGH, YOU COULD HEAR CALEB RYAN HERRINGTON, BUT I GUESS THAT DOESN'T MATTER TOO MUCH. LASTLY, I'D JUST LIKE TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY IT’S A PLEASURE TO HAVE THIS SITE UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. OH! WAIT! AND I LIKE ADMIN EDIT[/color][/font]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES

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everything with meaning is shattered[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Caleb Ryan Herrington
NICKNAMES: Bullet, Cal, Trouble (for kicks)
SEX: Sure….I mean Male 
AGE: 18
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straighter than a ruler
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
YEAR: Senipr
CLIQUE:[/color][/font] Neutral
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT

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and there ain't no exception[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE] Cam Gigandet
HAIR: Caleb was always blessed with good hair. It’s always cut fairly short to avoid managing it and is a dirty blonde/brown color, all natural.
EYES: If eyes were the windows to the soul, you would see Caleb lost his a while ago, his bone chilling frosty blue eyes make anyone walking by him give him a second look.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: Average height for a senior in high school at 5’9 and an athletic and muscular weight of 180 pounds, no extra fat included
BODY TYPE: Caleb is a muscle head who works to keep his slim and tight physique up to par….especially for the ladies. Being a street fighter consists of heavy workouts and good resistance leaving every part of his body toned.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
Caleb has two tattoos, one on his right upper arm of a shaded in cross and the other is a tribal Polynesian tattoo located on his back. He has a scar located on his lower neck from a knife fight he was involved in with a gang when he was 16 years old. [/font][/ul]

TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE

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but the only fool here's me[/font][/center]

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•Women
•Weed
•Alcohol
•Music
•Coffee
•Sleep
•Fighting
•Sarcasm
•Pissing people off
•Dogs

DISLIKES:
•Conceited females
•School
•Adults
•Pretty boys
•Liars
•Body odor
•Mint ice cream
•Cabbage
•Nerds
•Cats

STRENGTHS:
•Extremely witty
•Strong
•Street-Smart
•Funny
•Primal
•Disciplined

WEAKNESSES:
•Gorgeous females
•Weed
•Alcohol
•Sad faces
•His past

HABITS/QUIRKS:
•Smokes at least a pack of cigarettes a day
•Shakes his foot a little when he’s nervous
•Rubs his lips when he’s in deep thought

OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Caleb is different than your typical smart ass, he’s a lot smarter, wittier, and wiser, in all honesty. He is a good person to be around if you’re looking for protection, loyalty, or trust (except if you’re a female). He is the farthest thing from ugly and has no problem showing his assets for the ladies and loves giving private shows on just how well he can use them. He is not a saint in the littlest bit as he is into weed and alcohol like a fat kid loves cake but in greater and frequent doses.

Caleb can be a social butterfly when he feels like it but most of the time he either keeps to himself or only to his close friends. Trust is a big thing for Caleb so if you ever do try to screw him over (which you probably shouldn’t), be prepared for complete and total retaliation, and it’s not the PG kind. Caleb has always managed to get himself into fights up to a point where he found underground fighting and started to get paid for it, he was never able to do a 9 to 5 job [/color][/font]
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE

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my heart is in your hands[/center][/SIZE][/font]

[/b][/SIZE] Unknown, was raised by different families and adopting parents until he emancipated himself because he figured he would be better off alone.
SIBLINGS: None that he knows of (but will find out later when he finds his real parents)
OTHER FAMILY: name, age, occupation, status of living or deadness
PETS: Phoenix, German Sheppard, 1 year old
OVERALL HISTORY:
The only thing Caleb knows about his birth day was that he was born November 1st 1992, at least that’s what his birth certificate states. At the time his parents were young teenagers who made a foolish decision and didn’t want to pay the price for it by dropping him off at the doorstep of a nearby church in Fresno, California. The nuns found him there and showed the priest who decided to take him to a nearby orphanage so that he was able to be better taken care of. The parents left a note apologizing for their ‘sin’ and put his birth certificate along with the letter.

As Caleb grew up, all he saw around his were plenty of other kids who came in when they were abandoned as well and left when they were adopted. It wasn’t till about he was three years old until he was adopted for the first time. It only took about four years for him to be sent back because the siblings in the family didn’t get along with him and did everything in their power to look like the bad child. It was then where Caleb started a path of loneliness and abandonment. The years passed by as it was a back and forth process, and every time he came back he was a lot more corrupted than before.

His attitude was ‘if they think I’m bad, then bad is what I’ll be’. He started picking on other kids and stealing causing him to get in trouble with the feds at the age of thirteen. He spent a few months there and when he was released was immediately put into a Christian foster home in hopes to ‘save him’. All that ended up happening was that he almost set the families church on fire causing him to go back to the juvenile detention center. At this point he understood the whole ‘family’ thing. He had a family, but they didn’t want him so they dumped him somewhere so he would be someone else’s problem.

That’s all I am, a problem he thought to himself almost every day. Once released from the center Caleb put up with the next family that took him in in hopes of being a role model to their younger son. Caleb only put up with it until he was eighteen where he fully emancipated himself where he could be alone and not worry about going back to group homes because his ‘foster’ parents got tired of him. He enjoyed having his own place, his own belongings and own room, but he was missing something else…..

Scarlett was the name of the first girl he actually liked and didn’t immediately try to sleep with. They talked for a few months and soon dated, it was Caleb’s first relationship that he took seriously, but he did sleep around, just a little bit. She would get mad and he would feel like crap, but he couldn’t let her go, she was the best thing that had happened to him, ever, and he was willing to drop his bad habits for her. One day Caleb was able to rack up enough money to get her a promise ring and would give it to her the next day on their anniversary. That night, Scarlett was run over by a drug trafficking car that was being chased down by the cops. She died within minutes and when Caleb found out, he was heartbroken.

After that things pretty much went downhill for Caleb. He didn’t care about anything or anyone. He continuously tried to numb the pain of his past with alcohol and other drugs. Sleeping around was another one of his hobbies he did on a regular basis. The gov’t provided money for him to go to Harbour Academy so that he wouldn’t have to stay in any more public schools.. He is about to start late, but is sure that he is in for a treat, new girls, new friends, and a new life.
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE

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It was a regular saturday morning when Haley was woken up by her music alarm that was playing Katy Perry’s ‘E.T.’. Rolling around in her bed she felt around for her phone until she got a hold of it and put it on snooze. Haley sighed as she slowly opened her eyes as she was facing the window that had the sun beaming through it. She felt pretty groggy about waking up and decided her first stop would be to get some breakfast along with a cup of coffee and then she would figure out what to do for the rest of the day.

Sitting up on her bed Hales let out a yawn and stretched her arms out as her stiff back stretched as well releasing some cracks making Haley’s body feel a little better. Much better she thought to herself as she slid the covers off of her body and stood up walking around her room lazily. Haley grabbed her towel before making her way to the shower and exited minutes later. She walked out placing some lotion on her arms and next proceeding to place some on her legs and thighs as well. Looking clean and smelling good was always a must for Haley because she hated being in public areas and being able to smell people bad body odor.

Like any other girl, Haley’s dresser was filled with different body sprays, lotions, creams, make-up, etc… She sat on her chair beginning to put a touch of makeup, not anything too dramatic, just some light brown eye shadow and mascara knowing that breakfast was hardly anything to get too dressed up for, especially if she would be doing it alone. Most of her friends were probably still in their bed not even close to waking up so instead of waiting for them to wake up or calling them up to get them out of bed, she just preferred doing things on her own time.

Haley walked downstairs wearing this outfit and grabbed her purse on the way out. As she walked out she pulled her car keys from her purse and was about to unlock it and get into the driver’s seat, but instead she decided the weather wasn’t so bad for a walk. Haley tossed her car keys in her purse and pulled out her ipod as she plugged it into her ears and turned it on placing it on shuffle. Minutes later she was passing by the baoguette café and looked into the window to see if there was a long line of people who had the same idea to get breakfast there.

As she looked around she locked eyes with someone who she thought was her ex-boyfriend looking right at her. What the!?!?!? She thought as she squinted her eyes a little to try to get a better look. In shock Haley kept her gaze on this identical person without watching where she was walking and ended up running into someone walking the opposite way throwing her body back a little as she dropped her purse and her ipod. “Oh my-“ she started as she turned her head from facing sideways to looking straight at the person she ran into. “Crap, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, sorry” she said as she quickly bent down to quickly try to pick up some things that fell out of her purse..

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CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES

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THIS HURR APPLICATION WAS CREATED BY FOR THE WINCHESTER ! OF CAUTION. THE TITLES ARE LYRICS FROM THE SONG 'MAYBE TOMORROW IS A BETTER DAY' BY THE FAHMAZING BAND CALLED POETS OF THE FALL. THIS CODE WANTS TO BE USED, BUT DON'T ABUSE IT. BASICALLY, YOU CAN CHANGE THE COLOURS, BUT DON'T EFF WITH IT ANY MORE THAN THAT AND DON'T TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF![/center]