LANGSTON, caleb victor

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CALEB victor LANGSTON



The angry people or those most afraid

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Caleb Victor Langston
Age: 17
Birthday: April Twenty-Fourth
Year: Seventh
Blood Type: A-
Orientation: Straight
Blood Status: Pureblood

APPEARANCE

Play-By: Ian Somerhalder
Height: Six feet and two inches
Weight: One-hundred and Forty-two pounds
Hair Colour: Light brown
Eye Colour: Muddy green
Skin Colour: Light tan
Distinguishing Features: His dark but light eyes, the dragon tattoo on his left arm
Dressing Style: Caleb is a very picky dresser. He likes to show off to others and

PERSONALITY

Personality Traits: Rude, conceited, bossy, temperamental, irritable, smart-ass, loud, and controlling in certain situations
Likes: Making fun of others, being in charge, getting what he wants, fighting, gum, pushing people around
Dislikes: Being told what to do, people telling him 'No', bees, 'Half-Breeds', Car of Magical Creatures
Strengths: Fighting, Transfiguration, fighting, performing jinxes or hexes
Weaknesses: Short-tempered, controlling, lashes out violently, oblivious to people's feelings

MAGICAL WORLD

Wand Wood: Yew
Wand Core: Basilisk Skin
Wand Length: Twelve and three-quarters inches
Pet(s): Ismelda - Siamese Cat

BACKGROUND

Mother: Charlotte Langston
Father: Dominick Langston
Sibling(s): None
Other Important Family: His grandfather, Elrick
History: Being an only-child, Caleb was greatly spoiled and given practically everything he wanted. But, it was only to keep him busy, his parents hardly ever around him. He was practically raised by the nannies of his home, which gave him little love towards his parents, but he respected them anyways. They were loving when they did finally appear and step away from their work, but it was never long. When he was at the age of five, he began showing signs of severe anger management problems, constantly lashing out at the nannies and house elves in the house. There were a number of times where he would cause damage as a result of these outbursts.

As time went by, his parents found a way to help him control his anger. But, instead of breaking things like he usually would, he would instead inflict bodily harm on whoever was around him at the time. Afraid of the child, most kept quiet to not upset him and cause even more trouble. After awhile, his outburst became a bit more controlled, though he still had a tendency to hit others in his anger. At the age of nine, he was the so-called leader of a little gang of sorts in his neighborhood, happy to tease the half-bloods and other weak children. For his tenth birthday, his father presented him with a wand made of the same core as his great grandfather's, a wand that fitted him well.

When he received his Hogwarts letter, he was more than happy to go, praised by his father. In the first few years, he became a well-known student, very well with the ladies as well. Throughout his seven years of attending the school, he had many girlfriends, some lasting longer than others, but most ended the same. But, it was a secret that he made sure was kept by the girls, cursing them with threats if they ever told of the hits he inflicted on them.

MUGGLE WORLD

Alias: Vivian
RP Experience: 5-6 years
RP Sample: Sample from Stair Break (Cuz, I'm too lazy xD)

It wasn't long until she felt the sharp jerk of movement beneath her as the stairs moved yet again. Somewhere down below, Vivian could hear the brief shrieks of surprise from a group of first years, the sound bringing a faint smile to her lips. It was amusing now to watch how the newcomers handled the moving staircases. Some would try to time it so they wouldn't get caught, other tried to just run over them quickly. But, there was just simply no easy was to get out of it period. The stairs moved when they wanted to. There was no way to time their movements or to try and get out of them easily. They either moved or they didn't and that was it. As she was now going on four years at the school, they hardly placed any bother on her. She knew of some that still acted surprised when the steps moved, but for her it hardly faltered her. Of course, she had, in a way, become 'immune' to the movements so to speak.

Since the beginning of her second year, Vivian had made a habit of just plainly sitting on the stairs. What she did on them differed each time. Sometimes she would simply read or work on assignments she had been given that day. Other times she would actually try to make a few sketches in her note pad, or just sit there. It was a nice place to be in her mind. No one ever bothered to stop in the middle of the stairs to talk to her, which was something she liked. Not being a huge fan of having conversations anyways, it suited her well. It was nice to just sit there and be ignored by others.

As the staircase she sat upon came to its abrupt halt, the brown haired girl let out a soft sigh, her shoulder leaning up against the cool, marble rails. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took the time to listen to her surroundings, not focusing on just one thing. She could hear both the loud and the quiet conversations the countless pictures were having, and she could hear their laughs and taunts as they teased each other in a friendly manner. It might've been odd to say, but listening to them was something she had always enjoyed. Opening her lightly colored brown eyes again, she looked down at the levels of stairs below her through the railing, watching the few other students who made their way over the marble steps. For a moment, the lupine-cursed teen wondered where they were all heading off to. Were they going to meet up with friends of theirs? Of, were they off to work on school related things?