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Name: Caden Cameron Macguire
Nickname(s): Cade, Cadester, Caden-Cookies (sister only)
Major: Music
Age: Nineteen
Grade: Freshman
Birthdate: June 16th
Orientation: Straight
Location: Manhattan, New York
`Appearance ,,
Being the second half of a twin set; Caden has inherited that god-awful trait of being vertically challenged. Wistful of her height, a ragingly tall five foot four, she doesn’t take too kindly to being called ‘fun sized’ or any other height-related sense of humor.
With a short height comes a rather undeniable small frame. She’s proportionate, even down to having a long, narrow face and definable cheek and brow bones. A slender, long nose ends in a rounded point, placed between two evenly-set eyes. Two thin but gently sculpted eyebrows hover over her dark-colored eyes inquisitively. A head of hair that often times leaves angle-cut bangs to sweep over her face shifts colors from brown to black, depending on her mood. Dying it isn’t something out of the norm for Caden; unlike her sister who goes for the occasional highlights; she sticks with her ‘go big, or go home’ mentality and dyes the whole head. Yes. Blonde and Red have been in the Caden-Hair-Color-Swatches.
Straying away from a short height and naturally beautiful face; she has a rather interesting idea in style to decorate her lean, thin body in. Sometimes, she comes off as being too thin and ‘swims’ in even the tightest of clothing. Her sometimes-sickly appearance has raised questions; however she can’t seem to stop stuffing food in her mouth; dispelling most myths of anorexia nervosa. Her style is rather unique and her own, changing from day to day between fitting, light colored clothing to heavy, dark styled outfits.
Finally, the most defining traits of Caden? That separates her from her identical twin?
She has a few tattoos on her body, namely her left arm and she does have a lip piercing which she removes and places at her whim. Finally, there is a faint scar curved over her left cheek bone, a souvenir from when Connor pulled a fist back and busted the skin with her knuckles after a long wrestling match for the keys. Shedding blood was all part of the victory however, and Caden managed to upset Connor by showing her the blood, and while distracted, cramming her twin in the backseat of the car.
Being the second half of a twin set; Caden has inherited that god-awful trait of being vertically challenged. Wistful of her height, a ragingly tall five foot four, she doesn’t take too kindly to being called ‘fun sized’ or any other height-related sense of humor.
With a short height comes a rather undeniable small frame. She’s proportionate, even down to having a long, narrow face and definable cheek and brow bones. A slender, long nose ends in a rounded point, placed between two evenly-set eyes. Two thin but gently sculpted eyebrows hover over her dark-colored eyes inquisitively. A head of hair that often times leaves angle-cut bangs to sweep over her face shifts colors from brown to black, depending on her mood. Dying it isn’t something out of the norm for Caden; unlike her sister who goes for the occasional highlights; she sticks with her ‘go big, or go home’ mentality and dyes the whole head. Yes. Blonde and Red have been in the Caden-Hair-Color-Swatches.
Straying away from a short height and naturally beautiful face; she has a rather interesting idea in style to decorate her lean, thin body in. Sometimes, she comes off as being too thin and ‘swims’ in even the tightest of clothing. Her sometimes-sickly appearance has raised questions; however she can’t seem to stop stuffing food in her mouth; dispelling most myths of anorexia nervosa. Her style is rather unique and her own, changing from day to day between fitting, light colored clothing to heavy, dark styled outfits.
Finally, the most defining traits of Caden? That separates her from her identical twin?
She has a few tattoos on her body, namely her left arm and she does have a lip piercing which she removes and places at her whim. Finally, there is a faint scar curved over her left cheek bone, a souvenir from when Connor pulled a fist back and busted the skin with her knuckles after a long wrestling match for the keys. Shedding blood was all part of the victory however, and Caden managed to upset Connor by showing her the blood, and while distracted, cramming her twin in the backseat of the car.
Best Feature: "Well, Dude! It'd have to be my face. It's my Money-Maker after all! That and I like the lip ring, it increases that punky, 'tougher-than-you' look I'm aiming for. Plus, that baby face can be found in TWO places, me and my sister. Double the Trouble, darling."
Worst Feature: "Well, besides the fact I have a funny looking nose and I make ghosts look tan. I'm not really a fan of my height. Really, it's not amusing to have those jokes made and having people offer to help me reach things high up. I'm short. Not handicapped." [/size]
`Personality ,,
•CONFIDENT•
As far as Caden thinks; there isn’t she could do. In fact, she’d probably try to walk on water if you dared her too. She’s a bit of a dreamer and has no problem chasing after said dreams, no matter how ridiculous they may seem. She also knows her limits at the same time; she doesn’t suffer from an over-dose of confidence, and knows when to say enough is enough. This applies to basically everything, friendships, romances, drinking, studying. Caden knows where her abilities begin, where they end, and where it becomes dangerous.
Unfortunately, when she has her heart set on something; she’ll trip and stumble over hurdles while her head is in the clouds. If she doesn’t get it, she’ll be on a down low for quite a while until it wears off or she finds something else to chase after.
This also means she has a bit of an ego. She can’t stand people telling her she isn’t good enough and has a hard time taking criticism. But her dreams tell her to become famous, and she manages to usually swallow down some pride.
•MISCHEVIOUS•
Hehehe. Even if she is getting a little to old to stir up a little drama; Caden has and always owned, a bit of a rebellious-punky sort of attitude. While she’s mostly grown out of it, considering at eighteen she became society’s problem and therefore must deal with society’s punishment system, her and her sister seem to rarely behave appropriately in public. Granted, you won’t see them drunkenly stumbling around a yard and hitting on an officer on that favorite American show, Cops. But they have definitely been kicked out of a few places. As her confidence tells her; she is aware of when enough-is-enough; but getting carried away has most definitely been an issue in the past.
She’s been arrested once for disorderly conduct when a drunken party got carried out onto the streets. A night in jail sobered her up and a heavy fine took a bite out of her funds; but she remained otherwise legal and safe.
•LOYAL•
Caden resembles a dog with her loyalty. It’s undying and probably her best trait overall. Especially for her sister. Her sister could’ve committed a murder and Caden would still never, ever testify or give anything away to anybody to protect her. This even means so much as taking the blame; various times, whether or not Connor knows it, Caden had taken the fall for school things and club things. She self-sacrifices for her sister. Loyalty on this level is very hard to get from Caden if you aren’t blood; and she’s spiteful to you if you dislike her sister, a rather conformist idea for her, but she doesn’t take kindly to those who have negative feelings towards her sister. She is intensely jealous too. She strongly resists her sister’s attempts to date, and while she feels bad about taking such control over Connor’s life, it’s because she refuses to see her sister get hurt on any level.
Likes: singing, music, creativity, M&Ms, anything with her sister, horror and action movies, sleeping in, snow, tattoos, piercing, originality, laughter, comedy, performing, night time, stars and astronomy, sitcom runs, food, coconuts, bothering her sister, partying, inside jokes, randomness, humor, mischief, computers, solitaire, doodling, staying up late, rain, overcast skies, australia, ocean-sports
Dislikes: formality, having to wake up early, alarm clocks, anybody romantically involved with her sister, peanut butter, power tools, angry connor, driving, mailboxes, her lack of coordination, bright sunny days, people who under estimate her, jokes about her height, breakfast foods, spiders, homework, school, anything bad happening to her sister, connor getting drunk, cooking, having to be overly productive, fun-suckers.
Positive Traits:
Laid-back: Caden is really go-with-the-flow. Not much can really upset her or send her flying off the handle. If something goes wrong, she can remain level-headed and therefore calm in a situation. This also tends to make her very lazy and perhaps a little lacking on punctuality. This does not necessarily mean she is calm, simply 'chill' with situations.
Open-Minded: Caden will try anything once. She's very daring and willing to try various things, not guaranteeing she'll like it in the end. She might be a little reluctant or scared, but she'll definitely do it.
Sense of Humor: Caden is very much into laughing. She can't understand how some people cannot have a sense of humor. She loves to laugh and play pranks and joke around.
Caring, loveable: She can just be like a puppy sometimes.
Negative Traits:
Secretive: Caden rarely talks about herself, and will go out of her way to avoid speaking about things. She doesn't really enjoy it when somebody knows everything about her and can therefore use it against her.
Heart-Broken: While she isn't convinced that she'll 'never love again', she really doesn't want to play around with such a big, emotional hurdle again. Especially since the pain of breaking up with Gideon is still rather real.
Jealous: Caden is highly, highly defensive and protective of her sister. This being said, she doesn't fair well with people her sister are friends with or dating. Usually, she has the ability to control herself and stop from being a complete ass, but this usually requires removing herself from their company.
Greatest Ambition: A blend of things; Caden strives for one thing ultimately. Success. Even if it turns out that Music doesn't carry her where she needs to go or even anything in the Arts and Performing field. If this means she's reduced to being a super-successful accountant or...hobo counter. Anything. She wants to be the best-of-the-best in her field. She wants to be sure she can take care of herself and support herself without help. Independence.
Greatest Fear: To evade being cliche, but being honest. Her sister is her other half; literally. Even more so than her parents. Caden would pick her sister over anybody or anything else in the world, even when they've gotten on each other's badsides and are out for blood. This means anything unfortunate happening to her sister takes place as her greatest fear. Death is an obvious channel; but even things as such a rift between them being formed, they stop talking. She currently struggles with the idea that after WUA; they'll both have to separate and pursue their careers. This idea makes her sick, and therefore she refuses to think about it.
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Marybeth Macguire went into labor in the middle of the night; by the morning of the new day, June Sixteenth, she’d given birth to a set of baby girls at St. Vincent’s Hospital. Twins who were lovingly named Connor Cassidy and Caden Cameron, to feed into Marybeth’s obsession with ‘C’ names. The two newborns, wrapped in pink blankets, spent the first few days in the arms of their parents. A discovery was found however, that if separated, they’d cry and scream bloody murder until their other-half was atleast ten feet away. Eventually moved into the same incubator/cradle because the Pediatric Nurses couldn’t find another way to calm the hysterical babies. By the end of the week, they were brought home to their lovely Manhattan home where sleep-less nights and diaper-filled days started. Family constantly came to see the little girls; eventually Corie Macguire went back to work and Marybeth stayed home with her pride and joy.
Growing Up
New York born and raised. The girls had a rather average life. Every passing day, their bond grew stronger and stronger until it was virtually indestructible. Connor was lucky to stumble across what would eventually become her ‘Thing’; the art of Dance. In an attempt to get the shyer daughter more social, Marybeth enrolled Caden with her sister. But she found little interest in such a thing. She quickly dropped out of the class, but loyally attended every practice Connor had. She found more joy in watching her sister than participating. Especially at shows and competitions; Caden made sure her voice was heard over the crowd. She cried out in happiness for her sister and clapped the loudest.
And while Caden was thrilled to spend more time with her sister, financial problems caused Connor to have to leave the dance. The sheer depression her seven-year-old sister went through dragged Caden down, almost as if her own dog had died. In an attempt to resurrect the light that once shimmered in their darling daughter’s eyes; Marybeth and Corie packed up their children and shuffled them to a lake-view cottage up North. The girls, having never been out of the city, fell in love with the foresty set up and lakeside view. Caden, still timid and shy, did her own thing for most of the summer; letting Connor dance out on the docks or swim in the water. When her dance friend came for the week of their birthday, Caden gladly stepped aside and let the party focus on her twin and friend. Corie introduced Caden to the beautiful idea of fireworks on their birthday, and set up a large bonfire where the three girls cooked smores and such. Staying in such a fashion until fall began to take over.
After roughly a year, when things began to look up and Connor was enrolled in dance once again; the change in moral perked Caden up too and she resumed her task of playing ‘supporting sister’. Assuming their inactive daughter was feeling left out, they pushed Caden through various activities. Gymnastics, horseback riding, swimming and even a class or two of sculpting. They allowed her to dip her toes into the world of music, and the eight year old fell madly and deeply in love with it; although her frustrated parents took her out of that too, assuming she didn’t like it. Caden said nothing.
Australia
Like the music; Caden fell in love with the Land Down Under. After Connor won a trip to Australia. Caden was flattered and mildly surprised when Connor asked her to go; she assumed she would’ve taken her best friend at the time or whoever. Yet, the sixteen-year-olds were thrilled to be going outside of the United States. Outside of New York. Out of Manhattan. The two weeks were the best Caden had ever been part of. She discovered the world of water sports and developed a like for swimming and surfing, but the best came when they took a night off and went to a little club. The two were placed onstage through an unusual set of events and Caden was once again at home. They brought the other club-inhabitants to their feet as they sang the night away, proving their hidden talent for music and singing. Returning home ‘reborn’, the tanned hadn’t even faded away before Caden had signed up for every musical class and club in the school. Corie, thrilled Caden had found something to be passionate about, worked extra hours and on weekends in order to surprise her for her birthday, outfitting a room that was once his study into a music room. The girls formed a band, which thrived for a while until Connor decided she preferred dance to singing. While Caden was a little disappointed, she was graceful in letting her sister go.
New York Prep
New York Prep school was the one thing Caden ever really hated. She wasn’t a fan of the school or the snobby bastards that attended it. Luckily, she was roomed with her sister and did fairly well in the school itself.
Gideon
Well.
A tragedy of Shakespearian proportions, really.
His name was Gideon Kevin Hayes.
And he was the greatest and worst thing that ever happened to Caden.
He was a charming, Southern-gentlemen. Also a twin, with a sister who strongly disliked Caden, and Connor who didn’t approve of Gideon either.
But it didn’t really matter. They’d met in sophomore year, both too shy to speak to each other. But fate has a sense of humor, and senior year came. They ended up in a science lab after hours together. As casual dinner that night cued the start of them sneaking behind their sibling’s backs to see each other. Things escalated quickly, and they both fell head over heels for each other. The first boy she’d kissed. First boy she had sex…no, made love with. He was everything in her eyes; but unfortunately, she would end up with nothing as a result.
Hayes was a rancher from Dallas, Texas. She was a city girl from New York itself. Graduation brought her acceptance to WUoA and him back to Texas. The choice was clear as a diamond, but as hard as one too. Go to Texas with Gideon, the only person she’d ever really love and could love her back as much; or pursue her dreams in hopes of fame and fortune. It was mutual, but not any less painful than otherwise. The drive to the airport was filled with silence, the two of them studied their plane tickets. They didn’t say a word to each other for the duration of the check-in process. Standing at the airport terminals, noting the signs that marked the finish line for their relationship. Dallas was 119, Seattle was 42. Luggage in hand, they exchanged a single glance before she pressed her lips to his for one last time. Walking in opposite directions, neither bothered to look back.
She refuses to talk about it, and therefore avoids the subject of New York Prep all together. She even becomes spiteful towards her sister if Connor decides to bring it up.
Future
Caden seems to have been through it all. And to the future, she shies away. Her bond with her sister is a blessing and a curse. She loves her sister to death, but fears letting her go. The thought of being without Connor makes her physically sick, although she’d never admit it. Caden doesn’t lie to herself when it comes to such a topic, she knows she only has a few years left until Connor is going to jet off to pursue her dance, and Caden will be stuck idling.
Her confidence falters only at trying to predict her future, as passionate as she is, she isn’t sure if she’ll be as successful as she hopes in the world of music. She stresses about such a thing noticeably, and is known to just ignore it and live in the moment.
Let the games begin.
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Best Memory: She'd have to go with her trip to Australia, the one on one time with Connor [without so much as even parents] was incredible. Sleeping in, eating what they wanted; music, sports, water. It was simply the greatest experience.
Worst Memory: Airport terminal split from Gideon. It hurts so much, she's long since burned photos of them and things she's given him; with the exception of a sweatshirt she stole from him and a single picture; the two of them curled up together by a large bonfire.
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`Writing Skill ,,
ooc;// post from another site i belong to, enjoy :O; sorta in the middle so, yeah. might be a little confusing. sorreh xD
Riley was more-or-less next to useless if Oliver wanted to use her to figure out the workings of Gideon. Even though just exchanging and innocent, guiltless, completely universal greeting of 'hello' sent him away instantly; she herself felt his presence have a physical effect on her. Little things, increased heart rate, butterflies in her stomach, weak-kneed and sweaty palms. Gross. Actually. If she knew what caused it, she would've stopped it. Surely it wasn't any more-than-friends feelings. Intimacy was one of her weaknesses; and why would a handsome young man such as him take the time of day to cast the schoolgirl-like crusher even so much as a glance.
So. Thankfully. At the moment, her 'Morning Riles' status was reserved for her oh-so special friend, Oliver. More than once had he came scuttling into her room, sitting on her and waving delicious, yes, delicious, smelling food in front of her face; drawing her out of a death-like slumber with equally dead-like looks. Although, if that failed, he was forced to rip back the large and warm comforter that draped her bed, leaving the legs (if she hadn't put sweatpants on before going to bed) that were not covered by men's boxers or boy-shorts to be fighting the frigid cold of the dorms. Perhaps she'd make some lazy attempt to fight him off for the blanket again, but usually by then she'd sat up and accidentally set her bare feet on the cold hardwood floors. Then she was done.
But she got back at him sometimes. More than once she'd traded in her short-sleeve or tank top and boy short, boxers, or sweat pant combo for something of his. She took an unusual attraction to his sweatshirts, shirts, and his lounge pants or sweatpants. Even though he was less than half a foot taller than her, she was always left basically swimming in the material of his clothing. Besides. The extra space was incredibly warm and comfortable for hanging out.
Besides, it was Oliver. She had no problem walking around looking like crap. Streaked eyeliner and messy, unkempt hair that was often times pulled back into a feeble and loose ponytail or bun on top of her head, accompanied by grunts and mumbles as she successfully stomped across to the bathroom. Or on the hotter nights in late August or June, wearing rather revealing clothes. No, no. Nothing slutty or whorish. But she'd once spent the whole afternoon with him wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini. He behaved very appropriately too, even when she teased and jokingly came onto him. And the tight boy shorts made of some sort of elastic-cotton cloth that hugged tightly around her hips; she'd walk around in those in front of him too. She assumed he was okay with it, even when they had decided to go some where and she wasn't sure what shirt to wear, making him sit there and approve or disapprove of shirts while she wandered around in a struggle for clothing in her bra.
It was just Oliver.
Plus. She always appreciated the star bucks.
Intimate and Personal? Riley would say so. She'd do anything for Oliver. And she realized that perhaps he didn't like the lack or, if we call it that, personal space. She'd have no problem seeing him walk around in boxers or briefs or whatever the hell he wore, although the rest of the roommates might. But if he decided to try thongs and speedos, they'd most definitely have to sit down for a talk.
She eyed him for a long moment, questioning if he didn't like that about her. Awkwardly, she studied his face before looking out the window. It was odd she'd act like that infront of Oliver, but have second thoughts about doing it infront of her sister.
True Riley was a sleep-deprived, starbucks drinking, boxer wearing teenage girl who had very little patience for peppy morning people. And Oliver was privy to that every, single, beautiful morning if he wished.
"All I know is he seems to be the kind with a strict 'academic morale,' if you get my drift. I don't know--it's like the guy doesn't even know what fun is."
She tuned back in, sipping her drink lightly and glancing over the counter at the back kitchen. "We have a very peculiar sense of fun." She pointed out, watching them flip a greasy, sizzling circular piece of meat for her burger. The sound of it slapping the stove top caused her stomach to lurch in disgust. Nothing should ever have sounded so fatty.
"I think we need to initiate him into our fold...Wanna to help me with a project?"
Riley drug her gaze back to Oliver's face, making eye contact and catching that glint of mischief in his eyes. She couldn't stop it as her pale lips curved slightly upwards, knowing he was cracking up some plot that would more than likely get them in trouble, although she snapped under pressure like a toothpick, leaving him to accept most responsibility. She was reminded once again, and continued to be on a daily basis, of just how great it was to have a dedicated best friend.
"Our fold?" she laughed, folding the end of her straw just to keep her slender, thin fingered hand busy, "He's a science experiment now? What's your project?"
[/size][/center]ooc;// post from another site i belong to, enjoy :O; sorta in the middle so, yeah. might be a little confusing. sorreh xD
Riley was more-or-less next to useless if Oliver wanted to use her to figure out the workings of Gideon. Even though just exchanging and innocent, guiltless, completely universal greeting of 'hello' sent him away instantly; she herself felt his presence have a physical effect on her. Little things, increased heart rate, butterflies in her stomach, weak-kneed and sweaty palms. Gross. Actually. If she knew what caused it, she would've stopped it. Surely it wasn't any more-than-friends feelings. Intimacy was one of her weaknesses; and why would a handsome young man such as him take the time of day to cast the schoolgirl-like crusher even so much as a glance.
So. Thankfully. At the moment, her 'Morning Riles' status was reserved for her oh-so special friend, Oliver. More than once had he came scuttling into her room, sitting on her and waving delicious, yes, delicious, smelling food in front of her face; drawing her out of a death-like slumber with equally dead-like looks. Although, if that failed, he was forced to rip back the large and warm comforter that draped her bed, leaving the legs (if she hadn't put sweatpants on before going to bed) that were not covered by men's boxers or boy-shorts to be fighting the frigid cold of the dorms. Perhaps she'd make some lazy attempt to fight him off for the blanket again, but usually by then she'd sat up and accidentally set her bare feet on the cold hardwood floors. Then she was done.
But she got back at him sometimes. More than once she'd traded in her short-sleeve or tank top and boy short, boxers, or sweat pant combo for something of his. She took an unusual attraction to his sweatshirts, shirts, and his lounge pants or sweatpants. Even though he was less than half a foot taller than her, she was always left basically swimming in the material of his clothing. Besides. The extra space was incredibly warm and comfortable for hanging out.
Besides, it was Oliver. She had no problem walking around looking like crap. Streaked eyeliner and messy, unkempt hair that was often times pulled back into a feeble and loose ponytail or bun on top of her head, accompanied by grunts and mumbles as she successfully stomped across to the bathroom. Or on the hotter nights in late August or June, wearing rather revealing clothes. No, no. Nothing slutty or whorish. But she'd once spent the whole afternoon with him wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini. He behaved very appropriately too, even when she teased and jokingly came onto him. And the tight boy shorts made of some sort of elastic-cotton cloth that hugged tightly around her hips; she'd walk around in those in front of him too. She assumed he was okay with it, even when they had decided to go some where and she wasn't sure what shirt to wear, making him sit there and approve or disapprove of shirts while she wandered around in a struggle for clothing in her bra.
It was just Oliver.
Plus. She always appreciated the star bucks.
Intimate and Personal? Riley would say so. She'd do anything for Oliver. And she realized that perhaps he didn't like the lack or, if we call it that, personal space. She'd have no problem seeing him walk around in boxers or briefs or whatever the hell he wore, although the rest of the roommates might. But if he decided to try thongs and speedos, they'd most definitely have to sit down for a talk.
She eyed him for a long moment, questioning if he didn't like that about her. Awkwardly, she studied his face before looking out the window. It was odd she'd act like that infront of Oliver, but have second thoughts about doing it infront of her sister.
True Riley was a sleep-deprived, starbucks drinking, boxer wearing teenage girl who had very little patience for peppy morning people. And Oliver was privy to that every, single, beautiful morning if he wished.
"All I know is he seems to be the kind with a strict 'academic morale,' if you get my drift. I don't know--it's like the guy doesn't even know what fun is."
She tuned back in, sipping her drink lightly and glancing over the counter at the back kitchen. "We have a very peculiar sense of fun." She pointed out, watching them flip a greasy, sizzling circular piece of meat for her burger. The sound of it slapping the stove top caused her stomach to lurch in disgust. Nothing should ever have sounded so fatty.
"I think we need to initiate him into our fold...Wanna to help me with a project?"
Riley drug her gaze back to Oliver's face, making eye contact and catching that glint of mischief in his eyes. She couldn't stop it as her pale lips curved slightly upwards, knowing he was cracking up some plot that would more than likely get them in trouble, although she snapped under pressure like a toothpick, leaving him to accept most responsibility. She was reminded once again, and continued to be on a daily basis, of just how great it was to have a dedicated best friend.
"Our fold?" she laughed, folding the end of her straw just to keep her slender, thin fingered hand busy, "He's a science experiment now? What's your project?"
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: Jennifer; Jen, Jenn is fine
Age: Sixteen
Role-playing experience: ehhh three-four years?
How you found us: RPG-D
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