CALDWELL, wes andrew [done]

[wes andrew caldwell]

WES ANDREW CALDWELL




PB: chace crawford



Wes Andrew Caldwell is eighteen years of age, a student at Donovan Academy, and can manipulate the weather. He is originally from Seattle, Washington, and was born on September twenty-first. He's straight and remains an aquita so far in the war, mostly because he likes to be stubborn.



Wes is lazy, Wes is crazy. He likes to lie around all day and watch girls in short skirts pass, offer up the occasional charming chat. School isn't all that important to him and neither is his gift. He's laid back and prefers sleeping to partying. He often angers for little to no reason, and sometimes doesn't get angry at all when there is a reason. His temper isn't an easy one to control, and often times he stays angry for days, even weeks. When Wes is angry, most of the school would know. It often results in his throwing things and terrible weather for a few hours. A definite grudge-holder, Wes won't forget anyone that's wronged him in the past. But once the anger has passed, he'll make amends, but still will hold a grudge against whoever he was angry at in the first place. His friends understand not to let arguments get heated and to just let him think whatever he would like.

Although he does have quite the temper, Wes' friends are really the only ones that get to see it. Towards strangers, he is utterly charming and friendly, although he does seem to make excuses to get out of things and not talk about others. When in class, Wes appears attentive and as if he is fully absorbed by the material, when, really, he's quite the daydreamer, very imaginative. His papers are filled with doodles and, in truth, Wes has problems with paying attention to one thing. He is lazy, but doesn't like to sit still.




Wes had a pretty normal past, although his parents were a little different than other people's. They liked their kids to be the best in school and the fastest on the field, and began to push him towards superiority at a young age. His brothers succeeded, and eventually Wes grew tired and angry of being compared to them. So he stopped. He skipped school and he quit sports and he stayed out late and he drank. He hung out with girls more than his family and really wasn't seen with the same girl twice, all of which got back to his parents. As you can imagine, this caused quite a few huge fights, all between Wes and his father or brothers. With each fight came terrible weather.

And somehow he ended up at Donovan Academy. The only problem was: he didn't want to be there. It was too much work and he rather missed having his parents and brothers around, even if he wasn't good enough. He didn't like knowing that there were people with 'gifts', and he certainly didn't like knowing that he was one of them. Currently, he slacks off and refuses to do good work, even though if he tried he could probably do quite well. Wes hasn't spoken to his parents since he showed up at the academy, and his brothers have called him only a handful of times.



weather manipulation - Wes' powers aren't under good control, not yet, anyway. They probably could be if he worked at it, but he always slacks off when training. Only when he's really pissed does Wes seem to have good control over the weather, and even then, sometimes the clouds do what they want. He doesn't grow tired too easily, but can only summon up powerful weather in bursts.



nope!



penelope alexis marx was, by no means, a party kind of girl. she spent her days in her
bedroom, working on homework and counting her calories for the following day. often times,
she would go online, find that special place where other girls like her, the ones striving to
meet perfection encouraged each other, made sure one and other stayed on the right track.
sometimes, she looked up the calories of various items, spent hours and hours trying to
memorize them so that she would have no sort of nervous breakdown when figuring
out what to eat for the next day, or for lunch. if she could help it, penny would eat absolutely
nothing, but there [i]were[/i] people around her, the annoying ones, that put on a concerned
face and tried to ruin her path, tear it away her, make it so that penelope would never acheive
her ultimate goal: perfection. her goal, that was why she had arrived at the sleazy motel so
late at night, because she had heard rumors of a man staying here, one who dealt drugs to the
underbelly of society. this was where he was supposed to be on that given night, and she had
gone right ahead and showed up there, because of her desire to be the skinniest girl in the entire
world. of course, penny had done her research. she had read articles online that said that certain
drugs made you lose weight quick. a few of the girls she knew, the perfect ones, had also recommended
it. otherwise, penelope marx would have never, ever, not in a million and two years, gone near
anything remotely similar to drugs or a dealer of the poison.

but there she was, the willowy dancer in all of her glory. she wore layers and layers, and it was easy
to tell by the way her torso and legs and arms were puffy in the slightest, but it also set off the
illusion that she had, in fact, been eating, and she was just the right size for a girl her age.
this illusion would have worked, had it not been for her pale-skinned collar bone.
it was revealed by her v-neck shirts, the ones that had been puffed up by too many layers.
there it was, jutting out unhealthily. she had no idea of it. instead, the girl was practically
hyperventilating. this was the farthest she had ever gone in her pursuit of perfection, and
she couldn't help but but a little nervous. this was scary, and it felt like she was taking the
easy way out. if she just made her diet smaller, worked out a little more and got trickier,
she would eventually achieve the weight she wanted; 090.00. then she would glide like she
used to with no problem whatsoever, and her mother would smile and clap and be proud of
her little girl, the one who had gone so far just to please her. she would think of how lucky
she was, to have a girl who could fly and glide off of the ground like no other.

when penny arrived at the door number she had been told of, she tapped it lightly twice, her
thin wrist making a weak attempt at rousing whoever lingered inside. she tapped once
more, this time more forceful, but it felt as if she had broken bone. she took her wrist into her
opposite hand and waited patiently, because that's what she was. if all humans were hunters,
she was the best kind. she waited for prey to come to her instead of chasing it until she was out
of breath and the catch didn't seem like so much anymore. she was a quiet, patient, deadly hunter,
the kind that other people were afraid of. she waited and waited, and what she wanted would
come to her.

Codeword: ADMIN EDIT
Alias: Lisa
Any other characters?: none



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