Post by David Caulfield on May 1, 2011 15:17:40 GMT -5
Name:
David Caulfield
Age:
16
Appearance:
On any given day, even the coldest, he wears two short-sleeve shirts. One is a dress shirt left unbuttoned, though a tropical design has weaseled in now and again, with a graphic tee under it. The tees vary from straight-up political statements to obscure references to pop culture. He doesn't care if no one gets them, he enjoys them. There's also the pants, khakis, he detests jeans. The baggier the better.
David's never without his glasses, he has to see after all. Around his neck hangs a medallion in the shape of the planet Earth. In his pockets are combinations of items; music players, phones, cigarettes, though he'd never tell you what kind, or offer you one. Does a gentleman offer cigarettes to others? Good question. Whatever.
Personality:
Though friendly, David doesn't shy away from laying into people when they deserve it. He is very boisterous of his beliefs, even if they aren't kosher with the people around him. Boom, he's an atheist. Bang, he supports gay right. Bazong, he likes using onomatopoeia. They trickle out as he talks. Odds are, when you first meet him, he thinks you dislike him. That's neurosis, an old friend that visits all the time.
To let out frustration at life or the people in it, he jokes constantly and writes. Whether it's poetry or prose, it's his thing. Though he came to the academy in part to learn to handle Poke'mon, he has no desire to be a trainer. David wants to move to a large city and be a writer-performer, travelling around the world while writing his thoughts and stories and making people laugh on-stage. Are you a stand-up if that's not the only thing you do? Good question. Whatever.
History:
David went to public schools for the majority of his life. There he developed, amongst other things, a frightening neurosis, a troublesome state of mind, and a wonderful habit that is frightening and troublesome to other people. Raised in the Southern part of his home country, where the culture was decisively the opposite of his personal style, David's angst grew to a critical level in his early teenage years. He stopped caring, started doing worse in school, and found a hatred toward most people he met. Out of fear for his future and health, especially after one incident where he publicly mocked organized religion and let loose a flurry of 'taboo' statements into the face of a reverend, his parents decided to send him away to some kind of private school. Starfall gleamed out as dangerous, but all seemed quiet on the island front these days. His mother even remarked, 'Look, one of their most honored alumni even has the same first name as you!' David mumbled an obscenity under his breath and retorted with, 'So many people do.'
As David packed his suitcase, he could hear his parents debating whether or not it was a good decision. His father shouted that a 'special home' would be much better, but his mother violently argued back. David strained, let loose a tear of pure, unadulterated teenage angst, and finished packing his clothing before lighting up and lighting out. When his parents went to wake him up in the morning for the drive to the ferry station, he was gone. They looked, found out he'd fled to the school himself and left him very much alone. Whatever.
Along the way to the station, a place some hundred miles away, David made many stops. He ended up spending a couple weeks with a man named Robert Chapin who taught him how to play the harmonica, a few chords on the guitar, and helped him find a way to turn poetry into lyrics. The learning was surprisingly fast, and for a time, David was happy and peaceful. His desire to run was quelled, but he knew he couldn't bother Mister Chapin and his family too much. After some time, he left and continued along.
Several other people came into and went out of his life on that fateful trip. But none of that's really important. Besides, it leaves for plenty of stories to tell in the future, doesn't it? Good question.
Hey, by the by, have you ever met Prisoner B? Prisoner B is a mighty fine fellow.
Classes:
-Coordinating 101
-History of Poke'mon
-Music Appreciation
Itmes: 5 Pokeballs, 2 Potions.
Dorm: Black
Pokemon:
