Post by Callix Boyd on Jun 30, 2011 2:24:49 GMT -5
[/font]CALLIXANDREWBOYD!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Cheshire. I am seventeen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for eight and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have one other character on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by pm.
Name: Callix Andrew Boyd
Nickname: Cay
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Playby: Damian McGinty
Member Group: freshman demi-god // son of dionysus
Appearance: Callix is pretty tall for his age. He hit a growth spurt early and hit 5'9" almost over night. He still has a lot of growing to do; making him slightly on the gangly side. From playing football and lifting with the team he's been fighting that gangliness; he's toned and strong. But still awkward in his growing body.
Over all he a cute kid; like that little brother you never had. Only you have millions because your godly mom/dad is a total slutmuffin. Buuuuttt.. Yea, total cutie. He has dark, short hair that only gets curly when it's time for a hair cut. His eyes are blue and happy, but can change to a light gray when he's upset. His teeth are nearly perfect, thanks to braces. He has a small chip in his front left tooth from where a baseball hit him in the mouth. It's okay, just makes his smile even cuter.
Personality: Callix is a very sweet boy. He's friendly and out-going. He seems to radiate happiness. You'll hardly ever see him without a smile, even on the worst days a little one pops up. He's empathetic, he can always tell what kind of moods his friends. He's the best at cheering people up. He always has a funny story to tell.
He's young, and a new to this whole demi-god thing. As a son of Dionysus he should be romping it up at all the parties. As much as Callix loves a party, he doesn't know much about anything other then a pool party, Scary Movie Marathon, or School dance in the gym. He's embarrassed by his lack of party knowledge. After all, he is a freshman. Dionysus' kid or no, freshies don't get invited to too many parties. He'll bring the Twister! Wait, high schooler's play a different kind of Twister..?
Callix aims to change that, he guesses. He wants to be accepted, even if he doesn't really understand what he is. Callix currently, is very confused. This whole demi-god thing has him going in circles. He was raised Catholic, and all these gods.. They're just old stories. Right?
Likes: sports, fossils, scary movies, comic books, nature
Dislikes: fighting, dogs, second-hand smoke, rollercoasters, Chinese food
Mother: Mary Boyd, 32, accountant
Father: Dionysus, immortal, Olymipan God ;; Thomas Boyd, 42, teacher
Siblings: Lacy Boyd, 3, child
Pets: none
History: Mary Scott was a runaway. She left home when she was sixteen, and spent four months on the streets. It was on the streets that she met a special guy. He said his name was Dion, and he seemed a lot older then Mary. She didn't care though, because he was a pretty nice guy. They went on dates, off and on, for a few months. They went to parties, the shows, always the best dinners. Dion some how always managed to spike Mary's drink without getting caught.
One night though, Mary had too much to drink. Dion, who never seemed anything past tipsy, lost his own self-control and the two spent a wonderful night together. Mary didn't see Dion after that though. A month went by. Mary saw no Dion, and no other visitor. She paniced. She ran to the nearest drug store and nearly got caught stealing a pregnancy test. When she was safe, she snuck out and into the bathroom at McDonalds. The test was possitive. Mary broke down right there.
That night she got drunk off some stolen liquor, and blacked out in an alley way. The next morning she woke up, the alcohol still in her small body. She felt buzzed, and she downed the rest of the bottle. She went to stand, but stumbled to the ground. When she opened her eyes, there were boots in front of her. She looked up, and saw Dion.
She tried to get, tried to throw the bottle at him; but it just flew past him and shattered against he brick wall. She tripped, and the man caught her. Instantly she felt sober. Her mind was clear, she didn't feel sick. Because of the alcohol. She was sick to her stomach over this jerk who'd gotten her pregnant and then left her. She was sixteen and on the streets! What the hell was he thinking!
Dion smiled, and said he had a lot to explain. He took Mary out to eat, and began his story. He was a god. Dionysus, the God of Wine. Dionysus? Dion? Hahhh, you're funny. But he went on. Her drink was always spiked with wine; he himself was never drunk. Mary had never been drunk while in his presense. It took a while, and a couple parlor tricks from the god, but Mary finally believed him. What now?
Dionysus said he couldn't stay, but he'd help her. He found her a school, that specialized in pregnant teens, and left her with a pretty amount of money. Mary never went home, but she finished school. Her baby was born the summer of her junior year. She named him Callix. Mary went on to college, all the while raising her son. She never told him what he was. He'd be happier that way, she was sure.
For the first eight years all Callix knew was his mother. She was his whole world, and he was the light of her life. And he wasn't happy about sharing her when she married. The man's name was Thomas Boyd. He was a teacher; he taught history. He was very kind. Callix couldn't help liking him. Mary and Tom married, and Thomas adopted Callix as his son.
The years passed, Callix was content with life. He was a straight A student, played football and baseball, and was a paper boy for his neighborhood. He was an altar boy as Mass on Sundays. He was excited about his new baby sister, Lacy, when she was born. He was a good, all American kid. Until his eighth grade year.
His mother was always careful to not pack grapes in Callix's lunch. In fact, Callix had never even eaten a grape. Callix wasn't really sure what they were; his mother kept them out of the house. One day at lunch, Callix's crush, Kate, offered to share some of her grapes with him. Callix was so excited just to talk to Kate. Kate pulled off a branch, and set it down in a styrophome bowl; she handed it to Callix with a bright smile. Callix took it, all goo-goo eyed over Kate. I plucked a grape from the vine, and popped it into his mouth. It was delicious!! Why had his mother kept these away from him!? Well, he was about to find out why..
In his youthful ectasy brought on by Kate and the grapes, Callix turned the bowl of grapes into wine. All the kids stared at it, not sure what had happened. A magic trick? Turn them back! What is it anyways? Callix took a sip. It was sweet and tangy and wonderful. He passed the bowl around, and the kids all sipped at the red juice.
A teacher walking by saw the children. They were all acting rather silly, except for Callix. She approached, a chiding smile on her face. And then she saw the bowl. Her eye brows shot up. She snatched the bowl off of Callix and sniffed it. Wine! Alcohol? In the school! Callix? After some calls and some meetings and some trials, Callix was expelled. He finished school at home online. It was all unbelievable.
Finally Mary had to tell her son. She sat him down one night. She told him about her past, and about his father. Callix didn't believe it. How was he suppose to believe it? He was raised Catholic for Christ's sake! We don't talk like that. Well, what now? California? A school, for demi-gods? This is blasphamey. I'm going to Hell. Stop that.
So Callix was shipped off to California. It was Summer, but his mother wanted him to have time to make friends and adjust before classes started. He'd be in highschool now, a freshman. It'd be hard enough if he were home. But now he's in California. Now's he a demi-god.
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Roleplay Post
I'm sorry,
The girl confirmed her Irish accent, and gave Fagan the name of her home. Fagan had never heard of it, and silently wondered where at in Ireland it was. Fagan didn't think it was Northern. She figured the girl would have associated herself with the UK then, instead of Ireland. Oh well, another question for another time.
Nope, you're fine,[/color] she said cheerfully, I'm pretty good at accents.[/color]
She watched the girl take out a small flask and take a quick swig. Blaise offered it to her, setting it in the middle between the two. Fagan usually didn't drink; she was a total light weight. She guess one little sip couldn't hurt.. She reached out and picked up the flask, and lifted it to her lips. She could smell it before she could taste it. It was strong, and tasted slightly like metal from the flask. It burned her throat going down, and made her stomach warm.
I'm from Pittsburgh,[/color] she said, setting the flask down. I came out here, well, mostly cause of my dad,[/color] she said simply.
It wasn't a lie; she didn't tell the whole truth. She doubted that Blaise would even ask about it. Her head felt heavy; and her whole body was tingly. Fagan loved feeling warm.[/quote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]
