Hunter C. Shaw

[hunter caspian shaw]

`Hunter Caspian Shaw !!!


athletic. happy. loud.

Name: Hunter Caspian Shaw
Nickname(s): Hunt
Major: Fashion
Age: 19
Grade: Sophomore
Birthdate: December 25, 1988
Orientation: homosexual
Location: Dallas, Texas

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`Appearance ,,

As all of the other men in my family, I have deep blue eyes that look almost dark grey and I have thick brown hair that doesn’t grow more than three inches in length before it gets a trim. Sometimes I comb my hair back and slick it against my head because it bugs the shit out of me, and other times I let it just hang loose and look wild and crazy, I like it like that. I keep it away from my face though, even when I do have it unruly and wild. I don’t like when my hair gets in my eyes. I like my eyes, if you haven’t noticed, and I keep them noticeable. I use a little eyeliner under my eyes and occasionally a dab of eye shadow above them, depending upon my mood. I’m not really into make up though. I think people who wear too much of it look like toys, and I don’t think there is any beauty in that. I just keep it so my naturally pale look looks cool and so my eyes stand out because I like them that much.

As for dressing, I always likes to look nice. I don’t wear suits every day, but I like button up shirts and nice pants or nice jeans. Don’t get me wrong, my few pairs of jeans that are my favorite are torn up like no other, but when I’m attending his classes, I look my best, or try to, anyway. When I’m not in class I let loose. I do like random ties, torn up shirts, band shirts, layering things and crazy colors. I love to have fun with what I wear and I try to stick to a more normal outfit at school. My two favorite pairs of jeans are torn up and falling apart. One of the two needed to be stitched back together again. I like running shoes and converse, but more often I wear running shoes because they’re more comfortable then converse. I prefer the high tops over low cuts though, when I do wear them though.

Pale skin, dark eyes and dark hair are a few traits that run in my entire family. You will never find someone directly related to me that is tan with light hair and eyes. It’s impossible. I stand five feet and eleven inches off the ground, well, it’s really only ten and a half inches, but I round up because my hair usually makes up for the rest of that. I’m the shortest one in my whole family, and it sucks, so like I said, I just round up because usually my hair make up for it.

Best Feature: My best feature? Well, I’m definitely going to have to say that it’s my friendly personality. I don’t come off rude and arrogant like some tend too, or scary, for that matter. I’ve never been the type that will try and hurt someone’s feelings because I can. No, I’m the kind of person that meets someone new and find common grounds so we’re both comfortable. I like that about myself and I’m sure that anyone you ask would like that about a person too. Awkwardness is no fun at all, and I’m great at taking that feeling away.
Worst Feature: Oh god, my worst feature? I really wish you wouldn’t get me started on this list... I think the thing I hate most about myself is just simply how much of a perfectionist I am. It’s always been a thing that I get annoyed with about myself because even the smallest thing bothers me. It’s bound to make people hate me, I know it is, and I wish I could change it, but every time I try to let something smell get by me, I can’t let it go and then I end up going back to fix it. [/size]

`Personality ,,

•• ATHLETIC So, the one thing I hate, hate, hate about people and their assumptions about gay people is that they are frilly and have nothing too them. Sure, some guys are like that and I don’t care because I find them utterly adorable when they’re all cute and weak and snuggly... Anyway! I can’t stand when people put me in that category. I love to be outside and I love to play sports. Sure, I’m not very good at a lot of the sports I play just because I’m so horribly uncoordinated, but I try. I hike, and camp, and ski, I don all kinds of outdoorsy things and I’m nothing like so many of the common stereotypes. I sometimes even get a little too into the sports I play and can get -- not aggressive -- but I get a little too into them. I’ve always been a sports person; I’ve just never been built for anything more than running. It pissed my dad off, but who cares? I play sports; I love to do athletic things. Don’t get in my way about that or I’ll take your head off with my massive amount of opinions.

•• HAPPY Oh my gosh, sadness, who ever would come up with such a thing when there’s something else out there called happy?! Being happy is what keeps me going through life. If I let everything in my life get me to a point where I was depressed all the time I would just have to kill myself! I don’t like when I’m feeling down or when any of my friends are feeling down because it’s just no fun. I always try my hardest to make sure that I’m never sad. I don’t like being sad because it affects everyone in a negative way. Being happy is just utterly contagious. If I’m happy then I can make someone else happy and then they can make another person happy then they can make another person happy and we’ll have just one big happy circle of happiness and a happy circle of happiness is much better than a sad circle of sadness, everyone knows that.

•• LOUD I’ve always been the kind of person that can openly speak my thoughts and opinions, or someone that is the first to start a conversation and I don’t mind it at all. Usually I’m wired on coffee and that’s a p-p-p... Oh damn, what’s the word... Plausible! Explanation for why I am so loud. I love to talk and I love to yell. I guess I’m just an all about bubbly person. I don’t like silence; silence drives me up the wall and out the window. I can’t deal with silence. I have to have music on or I have to be talking or I have to have the other person talk. Silence just doesn’t work for me and I will tell someone straight out that when you’re with me, there is no silence. I fill in words for everything.

Likes:

- animals
- bright colors
- being outside
- camping
- coffee
- dark colors
- drawing
- designing clothes
- football
- guitar hero
- guys
- girly guys
- hiking
- having money
- hockey
- ice skating
- jokes
- muscles
- musicians
- toffee

Dislikes:

- being called a wimp
- biting his nails
- cats [I’m allergic]
- cracking his knuckles
- cold weather
- constant staring
- failure
- girls
- getting yelled at
- lack of a sense of humor
- lots of make up
- losing in sports
- rain
- silence
- stereotypes
- smell of burnt popcorn
- singers that cant sing
- serious injuries

Positive Traits:

•• POSITIVITY This is definitely a good trait because the world’s level of happiness is going down. More and more people commit suicide every day and it’s utterly depressing. When I’m in a good mood I can usually put the people around me in a good mood and what’s better then seeing someone’s eyes brighten because you’ve made them see that not all is lost?

•• LISTENER I can listen, I know, sometimes, it’s seems like I would have a lot of trouble sitting there and actually holding my attention long enough to listen, but I can, with ease. I grew up listening. I listened to all three of my older brothers. I listened to them when they talked about our father, and when they talked about their trouble with girls. I don’t mind actually sitting quietly. I can keep secrets well, and I think that’s something that makes me a good listener. If you need a shoulder to lean on, I can be there. I like to think that maybe, all you need is someone to listen to you, someone who can understand your side without a bias. There were times when I just needed someone to listen and no one would listen. So, here I am, ready to listen because I never had anyone who would for me.

•• SPONTANEITY Having too much order in life is no fun. I think that everyone needs to just lash out, not in a bad way, but just randomly do something they never thought they’d do in a thousand years. I can do that, and sure, it might be annoying to some people, but who wants to walk the same path every day? Switching it up helps you feel a little more refreshed and that’s how I try to keep myself. Being a little random is healthy and everyone has it in them but they’re afraid to show it. I’m not afraid.

Negative Traits:

•• LOUDNESS I think that I might annoy people. I think that some people think it might be a little childish of me to act the way I do. I mean, I sure don’t mind it because I feel comfortable acting the way I do, but I don’t think it’s accepted 100%. I’m not saying that I think conformity is a good thing, but when it comes to the matter of how loud and energetic I am, I think I might need to lower the tone of things, literally, so maybe people will accept me more.

•• NERVOUSNESS I’m good around people, great around people, old or new, in the matters of my life. But oh my god! Put me in a room with the guy I like and I just lose everything. I’ve always had this horrible habit of falling for guys who are completely across the universe from even thinking about being gay. It’s always been a horrible habit of mine and it makes me nervous when it comes to liking anyone. It’s not that I’m afraid I’ll be rejected, because I understand that I’m not the right kind of person for everyone, but god, the feeling of knowing that I was totally wrong in liking that guy? It makes me nervous. I like the share my opinions and feelings, but I can’t do it around a guy. It’s one of those things that I can’t get away from and I hate it.

•• SELF-CONFIDENCE I usually have a pretty high confidence level, and that makes it bad when people crush me. I fall hard, and even though I can get back up right away, it hurts twice as much. There are some things that I’m not very confident about, but most things I’m perfectly fine with. I take after my dad with this high level, and I try not to make a big deal out of it and seem arrogant, but sometimes I slip a little and let my confidence get me.

Greatest Ambition: I want to finish school and be a top class designer. That’s also tied with being a great father... I really do want a family when I’m through with all of my schooling. I don’t know what I want more, maybe, to get famous then have a family so my family can be stable... But I don’t want to get famous then never have a family... I don’t know, really, they’re tied.

Greatest Fear: Never having a family. I’ll be crushed if I never get famous, sure, but a family is really important to me and if I never have one then I think it will be my end. I’m not saying I’ll commit suicide, but it will not be good. [/size]

`History ,,

I am the youngest, and each of my brothers is two years younger than the one before. Right now, I’m nineteen, my brother closest to me is Lyle, and he is twenty one. My brother before him is Kyler and he is twenty three, then my brother before him, the oldest of us all is Jasper who is twenty five. I don’t know if it was all planned that way, but we’re almost exactly two years apart and it was always odd when we all had our birthdays within weeks of each other. Good times though, we were all very close because we were all not too far apart in the age group.
My mother was Julia; she worked as a cafeteria lady at the high school in our town. She wanted more kids than just the four of us, but our dad told her no and so there were no more kids born into our family. She died when I was nine, and it was quite tragic, but if she would not have been killed, I do not think my family would have turned out the way it did. I love her to death, but I don’t think everything would be ok if she were still alive to this day.
Then there is my father, the man who which my brothers and I all referred too as Satan, and we still do to this day every once in a while. He was never nice to any of us. He took his job as a city cop too far and treated us all like we were under house arrest twenty-four/seven. To be quite honest, it got a little tiresome and none of us could deal with him. Even our mother mentioned being annoyed with him but she never actually took it up with him and we pretty much just tolerated him. When our mother died, he changed dramatically. He lost his job because he was not keeping himself sober and getting enough sleep to deal with the stress of the force. He became but a mere shadow to the four of us and in the end it only made us all a bit stronger than we might have been if we would have had to live together as a family.

Jasper and Kyler worked right off the bat when our old man got fired. We couldn’t live without money and Jasper was the first to get the better job merely because he was older. However, he had to move on when I got to high school. We were all sad to see him go, but he went to Chicago where he had applied to college. Three of us were left, but Kyler went soon after, leaving me and Lyle to fend for ourselves because he wanted to get out. He said he loved us, but he could not stay here with us as long as Jasper had. He had big plans and left us. However, we were forced to live with our grandparents. I was only fifteen and Lyle was seventeen. For a year we lived with them, and then he moved on with a girl he’d gotten pregnant. I still don’t know to this day if he went to college or not, but I got pictures of their baby girl. She’s precious and her name is Sadie Rose.

So, there I was, sixteen year of age, struggling to live with grandparents who would wake me up in the middle of the night, screaming at me to get out because they couldn’t remember who I was. I came home one day, early from school, and that’s when I had to explain to them that I was gay. Needless to say there was silence in that house, and lucky for me, a few hours later they had completely forgotten who I was. So, the rest of my sophomore year flew by. I didn’t have anyone to talk too about my new opened feelings, and it was hard. I moved away from my grandparents at the end of my junior year to live with an aunt, uncle and cousin who were in Seattle.

Senior year was awkward there, I had no friends and the track team was horrible compared to the one back home in Dallas. I again made it to state, and I won state for my hurdles, but it meant nothing because there was nothing great about those who I competed against. I got accepted then by WUoA, not for my skills in running, but for my grades. I’m studying to be a designer, and hoping that the rest of my life is a nice downhill slide since I’ve been running through this rocky uphill terrain for so long.

Best Memory: My best memory, ever in my whole life, is probably when I lost the state track meet for 200 meter hurdles. I’d never worked so hard for anything in my whole life. I have always been a runner, and I love running. Long distance and hurdles were always my best, but I made it to state my junior year for my hurdles. I knew the four other kids that I would be racing against and I knew that one out of the other three was faster than me. He was always faster than me by about a half a second. Now, to anyone that does running and swimming, you know that’s a lot. Well, I trained for weeks; extra weeks that I didn’t have to train and I improved my time. When state finally came, we raced and I lost. I came in second place by a tenth of a second and it killed me, but the kid came over to me and we talked for a little. He told me he wanted a rematch and I accepted. So when everyone was gone, we raced again and I beat him the second time. I know I didn’t beat him the first time, but the fact that I could beat him was fantastic. He told me that I have been the best competition he’s ever had and he was glad that I made it to state because those other kids were easy to beat. I’ll never forget that day.
Worst Memory: I think I came to the conclusion I was gay in my eighth grade year. I was pretty sure of it, but that wasn’t the worst thing. The worst thing was that I held it in for almost three years and didn’t tell anyone. I just decided that well, so what if I don’t date and avoid guys for a long time. Maybe everyone would just think I was weird and they’d pretend to not care. Well, that plan didn’t go very well. I remember the day more clear then most other thing in my life. It was the middle of the second semester in gym class of my sophomore year in high school. I walked into the locker room and as usual, I kept my eyes down and my thoughts focused on everything but the other guys. It was always hard being in the locker room, but anyway, I went to my locker and started to put my stuff away. The kid’s name was Jorge Reynolds. He was a sophomore and on the football team, I knew I had no chance with him, but I was glad he was in many of my classes. I was looking at him out of the corner of my eye while getting changed into shorts for gym and he saw me looking at him. I guess you could say that he was a little offended to have me, me of all people, looking at him. He came over with a group of his friends and I decided to play dumb.
“Whatcha looking at me for, punk?” he says, his voice deep and burly, rumbling like the growl of a lion.
“I wasn’t looking at you Jorge.” I said, my voice soft and quiet as I tried to pull on my shorts.
“You were looking at me, I saw it.” He says, slamming his hand into my chest and my back into the lockers. His little group of football buddies surrounded me then as he made that move.
“Jorge, I w-wasn’t.” My voice stuttered and I knew I was done for because the way he smelled and how close he was to me was my end. I started getting hard and I prayed that he and his friends would back off, but no, how oddly observant his friends were, one spotted my excitement and next thing I knew, I was on the ground, fists flying at my face, and instead of that sweet smell of Jorge’s body spray, all I could smell was blood as they yelled at me and called me a dirty fag. I went to the office and begged to go home to my grandparents’. I sobbed in the principle’s arms until she said yes, and I was quiet in the car, but I probably sobbed the whole rest of the night. My body had hurt more than ever before and I got a nasty scar from that beating.
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`Writing Skill ,,

The crunch of the other’s feet against the snow covered ground send a tingle down the male’s spine. They were not fast steps, meaning the other was not running, but they were following, thinking carefully about advancement, but intrigued enough to actually venture and follow the tracks that Ivan was leaving. It made his spine tingle because he enjoyed this. It was a form of entertainment and it always had been. Tell him he has a sick sense of entertainment, but stalking and being stalked is enjoyable. Most might panic if someone followed them too closely, or had bad intentions, but he was nothing less than thrilled. He hoped that maybe, the act of throwing the sharpened branch at the other might stir some anger and some purpose in this little game that he hoped the other might become more active in.

Once again, there was no place for fear in this. But excitement and interested, a sense of playfulness even lurked somewhere in those dark eyes of his as he jogged through the trees and the snow, jumping over brush and changing directions quickly. He knew that all his movements made no matter as he left footprints in the snow, but it only added to his on fun and he cared not if he made this easy. A small grin stretched his lips once more and he took a breath in as a cool wind swept up behind him. The other had an intriguing smell. It was nice, masculine and kind of neat. It wasn’t something musky and weird smelling, but neat and clean, a civilized being. Not to drag on anyone, but the musky and weird smell he had not hoped for, was of the werewolves at this academy. They always had a bad smell to him, but this smell was nothing near the werewolves and this helped lighten his mood. He liked what he smelled.

As the breeze changed direction again, he climbed a tree and lifted himself into the branches and begun backtracking. He circled back, looking down to find the footsteps he had left in the snow for the other to follow. He made sure to be very quiet, holding the branch to his back and keeping his feet sturdy on the branches since snow now filled the treads in his boots. He had a greater chance of slipping, but all it did was add to the danger and the rush of adrenaline that he felt.

Stopping dead, his eyes caught sight of the bleach-haired hunter once more. Ivan crouched down in the tree, keeping himself hidden momentarily so he could observe the new target. He was well built, probably a good fighter, but he didn’t seem as though he had much intention to actually find him. Ivan was curious about this, wondering what he’d do if they did encounter one another. He seemed like he was just following, perhaps, out of boredom. Maybe he wouldn’t do anything if they came in contact, but he didn’t expect anything bad to happen. This made the vampire in the tree rolls his eyes a little and he pulled the branch away from his side, carefully angling it, closing one eye to focus better on his target.

He thrust his arm forward and let the branch slide through his fingers. He wasn’t going to admit to aiming it at the other being, because he wouldn’t be disappointed if he missed, but then again, he wouldn’t feel guilty if maybe it did hit. Needless to say, it was thrown in the blonde’s direction and he hurried through the tree tops to get away from where the weapon had been thrown so he would not be seen again right away after leading him through the snow with so much ease.

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`Behind The Character ,,

Name: Lynn
Age: fifteen, sixteen in january
Role-playing experience: uhh, like, five years?
How you found us: looking for...?
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[jesse]

Personally I pictured Hunter as someone who was kind of mysterious. But I guess I suppose I can understand this point of view as well.


I'm just not sure yet. I really can't personally make a decision as it stands now.
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Pending.

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[! n i c]

Personally, I like it. However I'm going to wait 'til I can have a chat to Jesse before saying yes. (sorry for the delay)

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[hunter caspian shaw]

Well, if it helps matters, I will change him up to fit a little differently... Just glad you guys got some free time to look at my bio.

[jesse]

Don't worry about it. If Nikki likes it, he's accepted. =D

I do apologize for how long it initially took me to read your application.


`accepted

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