Post by Calvin Galloway on Oct 12, 2016 9:45:41 GMT
*Calvin Augustine Galloway *
PLAY BY: Tom Wells
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
POSITION: Scavenger
RACE: Unregistered human♦ THE CHARACTER ♦
HEIGHT: 6’2”
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
MISC: Calvin looks generally unhealthy most of the time, even more so than is normal for an unregistered scavenger. There are dark circles under his eyes like permanent bruises. In addition, he has a thick scar over his left collarbone.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
“I’m not as fragile as you seem to think I am.”
Life in the Outer City is less of a game and more of a gamble, and the one thing that keeps most unregistered humans going is a base instinct to survive. Despite being given a pretty good hand to begin with, Calvin quickly started losing. There was just… a certain instinct that he lacked. Some would say that it was a miracle that he was still alive, but even Calvin knew that it was actually just dumb luck. He’d been born into an average family, or at least, as average as you could have in the Outer City. It was just him, his mom, and his dad in their small house. Calvin never knew what his dad did for a living. He simply didn’t ask and his parents never told him. All he knew as a child was that it was dangerous to leave their front yard, and his father would always bring home food and keep him safe as long as he stayed there. It was just the way life was. Who was he to question it?
Slowly, things began to change. He was fourteen when his father ruffled his hair and shut the door behind him. When the sound of a gun going off made him and his mother scream. His mom, in a rush of adrenaline, moved their wooden kitchen table in front of the door and threw him in the bedroom closet. Both of them sat in the dark for what felt like hours, Calvin’s mom holding him close and whispering things that he couldn’t quite make out. They never found the body, and Calvin finally began to question their situation. Everytime he tried to ask about what had happened in-depth, his mother would quickly snap at him to go do something useful. Finally, they ran out of supplies as they’d both knew they would. Calvin’s mom knew that she couldn’t keep Calvin inside forever, and began taking him on supply runs. Through their trips and the conversations that he overheard, Calvin was able to piece together what had happened.
When Calvin lost his mom, he was seventeen. In the months prior, things had turned downhill. Calvin was sick more often than not, seeming to catch everything that was going around. If circumstances had been different, he would have been tested and diagnosed with Common Variable Immunodeficiency Disease. However, there was no way for them to really figure it out, and it would remain untreated. He could barely remember the last day he saw his mother. He’d been barely conscious, his body trying to fight off a fever that they couldn’t measure. Through the haze that had clouded his mind, he could remember his mother pressing her lips to his forehead and stroking back his messy hair. She’d said something, but he could never remember what it was. That night, he’d woken up in a cold sweat, hair sticking to his face and cheeks. He’d dragged himself out of bed, tired and stumbling around to find his mom. She wasn’t in the house. Calvin had sat in the middle of the floor all night, staring straight ahead, unsure of what to do.
For the next several days Calvin had tried to find his mom, but every time he thought he had something, it was a dead end. It was just too hard to find unregistered humans. Calvin was alone, doing odd jobs for food and supplies during the times when he was physically able. It was miserable, living alone and constantly feeling awful. In an attempt to relieve the loneliness, he started helping out anyone he could, letting them stay in his house. It was a naive hope that things would be different each time, but every time he usually ended up either hurt or robbed. Still, he tried to remain outwardly optimistic, to the point where people wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to insist that everything would be okay while he was bleeding out. However, he’s starting to get suspicious that things won’t ever be okay, and he’s starting to consider that things might be better if he was registered.
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Spence
AGE GROUP: 18
EXPERIENCE: Since I was a little kid, lying about my age to get on the NeoBoards
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? RP site advertising thread
