MCCALISTER, KRISTIAN KALE

[KRISTIAN KALE MCALISTER]

KRISTIAN KALE MCCALISTER

CHARACTER NAME || Kristian Kale McCalister
NICKNAME || Kris, Kale, Cal
GENDER || Male
AGE || Twenty
PREFERENCE || Homosexual, but ever a little bi-curious
MEMBER GROUP || He's a Business man if I ever saw one.
PLAY BY || Mitch Hewer

LIKES ||
+ Being kept busy
+ Movies
+ Rock Music
+ Boys
+ French Fries
+ Some girls
+ Swimming
+ Football / Soccer
+ Winter
+ Snow
+ Sunglasses
DISLIKES ||
- Febreeze / scented candles
- Raisins
- Cats
- Boring conversations
- Waiting
- Science
- Spring
- Rain
- Losing
- Hospitals
- Smoke
STRENGTHS ||
= Honest
= Very Intelligent
= Prudent
= Diligent
= Independent Thinker
= Strategist
WEAKNESSES ||
= Vain
= He’ll speak his opinion (even if you don’t want it)
= Forgetful
= Very Competitive
= Over analyzes people
= Stubborn
FEARS ||
= Failing
= Ghosts
= Sharks
= Needles
SECRETS ||
= An addiction to Over-the-Counter medication (Advil, etc.)
= He likes to dance in his room with his Mp3 player on and sing
= He's keeps a personal journal, a "Diary" of sorts
GOALS ||
= To Graduate
= Find that “special someone” everyone’s talking about
= Figure out a way to keep his Uncle from snoring at night, jeez
= Break his drug habit somehow
PERSONALITY || To put things straightforward, Kristian likes to be the center of attention in his field. He loves to stand out, be the one making the statement and not advirtising it. Around people he's comfortable with he'll be very eager for conversation and any new piece of news going on. Information's key in anything you do, after all. Even though he's friendly, Kristian is very opinionated and it'll take quite a bit of pressure to make him change his mind about something if he's set his mind to it.

Kristian is good at what he does and knows it, giving him an air of pride in his studies. However, he can be forgetful in where he put things, and will often rummage through his bag for a pencil, cellphone, or notebook he misplaced. When he isn't looking for whatever it is he's lost again, he likes to be out and about, afterhours, but keeps himself organized in leaving time for his studies. Kristian cares about his degree, and feels prideful in his balance between work and play.

When getting to know people he can be very critical of them, but he'll melt the frosty probing if you mention something interesting or have a little personality trait he likes. Kristian is very familiar with his friends and will speak up to them about most things. In proclaims to himself, Kristian is very picky about how he looks. It may be almost stereotypical, but he likes to look good and know he looks it. If anything else, telling him he looks great is the best compliment you can give.

PARENTS || William Kale McCalister / 48 / British Embassy Official, Economist / Father
Suvi Väinö McCalister / 44 / Math Teacher / Mother
SIBLINGS || Ville Kale McCalister / 8 / Elementary School Student / Younger Brother
BIRTHPLACE || Helsinki, Finland
HOMETOWN || Bristol, England
NATIONALITY & LANGUAGES || Half-British, half-Finnish // British/English, Finnish

SAMPLE RP HERE [MUST BE MORE THAN 350 WORDS]

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There were many words to describe how Arthur felt about this whole “situation” that he had fallen into: anger, frustration, and a complete sense of awkwardness being just a choice few. It had really made his day when after a long day of helping to finish paint his friend’s home that the man’s dog had come running in, and in sequence knocking into one of the two scaffoldings the men had been using. Of course this issued in a perilous chain of events, and sadly for Arthur resulted in the can of navy blue paint toppling onto his head, staining his blond hair and clothes a striking dark blue. Arthur’s cry of outrage sent the dog scrambling for his master, who came rushing to the door only to see his friend resembling something close to a blueberry.

Light snickering soon turned to a full on roar of laughter as the stained man’s friend doubled over with his amusement at Arthur’s appearance. Locking his jaw, Arthur stormed over and into the house, pilfering the nearest bathroom for a towel. When he found what he had been looking for he immediately went to the sink and without care for the temperature jerked the handle to full blast. The water shot out in reply, in which Arthur answered by dunking his head into the sink, enflamed curses streaming from his mouth and out into the rest of the house. The water seemed to be doing the trick and a good portion of paint was removed from his hair, but the color had done its damage.

Slamming the towel to the ground he muttered a quick word to his friend who finally had started to calm down. Arthur ignored whatever the other man tried to say to him and walked quickly out of the wooden fence gate that surrounded the property. Taking a sharp right he headed for home and the promise of a good shower, all of those feelings swarming over him. How embarrassing, he thought bitterly, One look at me and everyone down my street will be laughing. Joy. His paint-smothered sneakers made a squelching noise as he walked, but it was only after the first block that Arthur noticed, looking back behind himself to see blue printed shoe steps following behind.

His first thought was horror, and also that if he was making a mess our here than his friend’s house must surely have the same prints. The afterthought made the whole situation a little better, but Arthur was more intensely focused now on getting home as soon as possible. Hurrying his step, he glanced back behind him once more as if to stare at the sickening mess he was creating. Mess…ugh, it was so awfu- Bam! Falling back, Arthur barely had time to register what had happened before he hit the ground, moaning at the small pain as his backside broke his fall. Sitting up, he looked to see what it was he had run into, or rather, run into him, irritation plain on his stained features.

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THE NAME'S BRI or BREADY AND I AM BOARDING THE FEMALE TRAIN
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR SEVEN YEARS NOW. I ALSO PLAY
[no others at the moment] HERE. AND I AM SIXTEEN YEARS YOUNG.

[( ANGEL )]