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"Hey! I'm Caleb! My full name is Caleb Andrew Monroe, but I just go by
Caleb. My mom named me Caleb because...well...I guess she just liked it."
Caleb \c(a)-leb\ as a boy's name is pronounced KAY-leb.
It is of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Caleb is "faith, devotion, whole hearted".
Andrew \a-nd-rew, an-drew\ as a boy's name is pronounced AN-droo. It is of Greek
origin, and the meaning of Andrew is "man, warrior". English form of the Greek name Andreas.
Monroe \m(o)-nroe, mon-roe\ is pronounced mun-ROH. It is of Scottish and Gaelic
origin, and the meaning of Monroe is "mouth of the river Rotha, in Ireland". Originated as a surname
for those who lived near the river's mouth.

"I'm 18, born on August 14."
Caleb is 18 years of age. He was born on a bright day in August, the 14th to be exact,
at 11:09pm in New York, New York.

"Well, my mother is named Lilith Julia Monroe. I never met
my dad though..."
Caleb is the son Lilith Julia Monroe and Brian Hansen Monroe.







"I think of myself as goofy, random, and fun. I like
to have fun and hang out with the few friends I have. I'll admit, I'm not always 'Prince
Charming', but I can be the guy of your dreams if you look past my flaws. I have quite
a temper, and I have beat up many guys who messed with me or someone I love. I love
my guns and my knives, I can't live without them. I'm independent, but very protective
of my friends and/or lover. I can be your knight in shining armor, or your worst
nightmare, depending on your attitude."
Caleb is quite the rebel. He doesn't care what others say, and will often do the opposite
of what someone tells him, just to show that he has his own mind. He will blow you off if
you try to insult him, as he honestly doesn't care what you think of him, but will rip your
head off if you mess with one of the few people he cares about.

Due to his sometimes violent nature, Caleb doesn't have many friends, as most people
think he's a jerk. If someone were to take the time to get to know him, they would find
that he's just a big, misunderstood, lonely teddy bear. He's very sweet and protective
over the people he loves, even willing to give his life for them.

Once Caleb is committed to a relationship, he is totally devoted and faithful. Should his heart
or trust be broken, he will never forgive or forget. When a relationship breaks down (even a
long standing one) he can disappear into the sunset without a backward look. Caleb can cut
ties, and leave others heartbroken, but usually there is a good reason why he has broken a
tryst. For him, when a relationship is over, really over, it is over for good.

He is extremely complicated as far as his personality goes, making him difficult to understand.

Caleb was born in New York, New York on a sunny day in August.
He mostly grew up on the streets, as his mother was usually at work. He joined a gang at age 13,
where he learned to fight and uncovered his natural ability to pinpoint his opponents weakness
and exploit it for his own benefit. He became a master of street fighting by the time he turned
15. Many feared to fight him because of his strength and tactics, as no one had figured out how
to find his weakness. Although he had a "promising" future as a street fighter and gang member,
Caleb didn't want that kind of life. Eventually, he left the gang and moved to California with his
mother. It was here that they started a new, semi-peaceful life. Caleb still had the tenancy to
get in a fight every now and again, but tried to keep it in check for his mother's sake.

About a year ago, Caleb's world was turned upside down. His mother was driving home from
work when an 18-wheeler that was driving on the wrong side of the rode slammed into her
car head-on, killing Lilith instantly. The traumatic part? Caleb could see it from their house.
He ran to the wreck, frantically yelling into his cellphone as he called the cops and trying
to get to his mother. Cops arrived within minutes, pulling Caleb to the side of the rode as
they closed off the site. Everything after that was blurry for him, as he went into a daze
for almost a month, not really going anywhere or talking to anyone before his girlfriend
at the time got him to start going out into the world again to get his life back on track.

"Well, I don't think I do much..."
Caleb enjoys playing music on his guitar and doing a bit of carving. He can make beautiful things,
but is shy about showing people his work. As far as music goes, he's very good at singing and
writing songs. He's not used to being around a lot of people who have anything in common with
him other than being fighters, so he doesn't know how to feel about sharing his music or his
feelings.

"Uh, not much..."
√√√Kickboxing√√√
√√√Girls√√√
√√√Training√√√
√√√Honest people√√√
√√√People who accept him as he is√√√
√√√Animals√√√
√√√Traveling√√√

"Hmm...Let's see..."
×××Fake people×××
×××Stupid people×××
×××Clingy people×××
×××Abusers×××
×××People who take others for granted×××
×××Drug addicts×××
×××Jerks×××





"Blue."
Caleb's eyes are a wonderful shade of blue that seem to lighten or darken according to his mood.
If he's angry, they darken to a threatening shade of stormy blue. If he's happy, his eyes are a
brilliant shade of sky blue. When calm, his eyes are a beautiful, deep blue that can make you lose
yourself if you stare at them too long.

"Brown."
Caleb hair is a rich, dark brown for most of the year, but lightens a few shades in the summer
because of him spending so much time in the sun.

"I'm pretty tall, and I'm average weight."
Caleb stands at 6''4 even and weighs around 236lbs.

"Pretty muscular, I guess..."






"No, no crush."
Caleb is currently crushless. He doesn't really know anyone here, so why would he
have a crush?

"Uh, no..."
He has no crush, so how could he have a girlfriend?

"Ah...this'll take awhile..."
Let's start from the beginning...
Caleb's first girlfriend was named Farrah. He broke up with her when he caught her kissing his
cousin. He hasn't talked to either of them since.
After Farrah came Reggie. Reggie was a pretty girl, but she and Caleb just didn't get along very
well, so it was a mutual break up.
Soon after Reggie came Gigi, a short blonde that was madly in love with Caleb. He liked her, but
she was too clingy for him. He hated to break her heart, and it took him awhile to muster up the
courage to break up with her. He used the excuse of moving across the country to make her think
it was just the distance that was making him break up with her.
After he moved, he only dated two girls, Jess and Dae.


"Straight. So straight it's not funny."
Caleb is straight, and has never even considered dating a guy.

© of this character goes to me.
© of form goes to me
© of the images goes to rightful owners.

• Full Name • "Kara "Starbuck" Thrace"
• Nickname • "Friends call me 'Starbuck', but you may address me as 'God'."
Kara answers to 'God' to all newbies, enemies, trainees, and the 'mortals'.
• Age • "18"
• Gender • "Female. I may act more like a man, but I'm very much female."
• Sexual Orientation • "Straight. Sorry ladies, but I do love men..."
• Birth Date • "That is confidential..." June 8
• Birth Place • "On Earth." New York City

"You'll have to pry the information of why I was named as I was from my mother. She's the one who frakking named me..."
"Well, I was born in NYC, New York.

--wip

• Hair Color • "Blonde. Isn't it obvious? Or do you need a pair
of frakking glasses?"
• Eye Color • "Hazel."
• Skin Tone • "Awfully specific, eh? Are you blind?"
Kara is of fair skin tone, though she can tan.
• Weight • "Ugh..." Kara weighs in at 146lbs of muscle.
• Height • "10 feet tall and bullet-proof." She is a little above average height,
standing at 5''7
• Body Mods. • "A tattoo on my arm."
• Body Type • "Sturdy, lithe, agile, and built to take the rough
and tumble weight of the world."
• Clothing Style • "Give me my dog-tags, a black tank top over a
grey no-sleeve shirt, my cargo military pants, combat boots, and my guns
in their holsters around my waist, I'm ready for the day."

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• Secret • "If I tell you my secret, then it's no longer a secret..."
• Likes • wip
• Dislikes • wip
• Fears • wip
• Dreams • Kara wants to become a commanding officer in the military.

• Personality • Kara thinks with her nerve endings. She not only wears her heart on her sleeve, she'll throw it at you if you're not paying attention. A rule-breaker by nature and a h*ll-raiser by preference, she nevertheless not only respects, but reveres the traditions and customs of the military service. Few things are guaranteed to bring a tear to her eye more than hearing the national anthem and watching the flag go up the halyard.

She is proud of her uniform, proud of her place in the long tradition of soldiers who've gone before, and is politically conservative to the point of being almost reactionary. She's also loyal to a fault, and fiercely protective of her friends and family.

When things are good for Kara, you'll know it, because she'll be neatly in uniform, but Kara does not live a life full of good times...That being said, she does go through h*ll. A lot. Sometimes things get overwhelming for her, and you realize that watching strong people break down is worse than anything. And sometimes she takes all the h*ll she's getting from the world and channels it into her gun. Which is no less scary than watching her break down, especially because her powers of discriminating need-to-kill vs. want-to-kill kind of deteriorate. But if you're on her side...well, it is hard not to cheer when she starts taking people out with one shot.

It's a shame, but Kara's sweet moments often lead to trauma and heartbreak. She has been lied to, cheated on, abused, and betrayed the few times she has ever opened her heart to someone, and this has led her to become hardened, calloused, and, as some would say, out right mean at times.
• Background • Kara had intended to be a professional sports player until her knee gave out. She decided to join the military, where she found more acceptance than she had felt at home as an abused child. Although Kara's mother, Socrata Thrace, had served as a Marine Sergeant Major in the military, Kara was the first person in the family to become a commissioned officer. Socrata was not content with her daughter's military record, however, claiming she was not disciplined enough, and she was wasting her natural talent for flying and fighting. Kara's father, Dreilide Thrace, was a piano player. He left the family when she was a child.

• Strengths • wip
• Weaknesses • wip
• Fighting Capabilities • wip

• Best Friend • "Why would you expect me to trust?"
• Ex(s) • "A few...but don't bring them up unless you want to be
looking down the barrel of my gun."
• Relationship Status • "Single."
• Crush • "Impress me. Heh. Good luck."

WIP


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© of form goes to Rain!Born!Pink!
© of the images goes to rightful owners

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