Cale Henry Davidson, Jr.

[Cale Davidson]

Cale Henry Davidson, Jr.

....the mask

Your Name: Valan
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...basic character information

Birth Name: Cale Henry Davidson, Jr.
Nickname: Cal, Junior(he hates it)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birth date: 19 December, 1991

...personality

Likes:

• Animals - born and raised on a farm with mostly horses, ducks, sheep and dogs, but also pigs, cows, cats, chickens, rabbits, goats, and a bull elk
  
• Horseback Riding - learned to ride almost before he could walk, he's been attached to a horse his whole life
  
• Card Games - a hobby of his, being particularly good at poker and other bluffing games
  
• Country Music - he was born and raised in Tennessee, home of the country capital of the US
  
• Music - plays piano, fiddle/violin, a little guitar and trumpet
  
• Songwriting - always thinking of creating his own music and adding to what's out there
  
• Family - strong family bonds, he'll do anything for those he
  
• Running - fields smell so sweet in the morning...
  
• Films - all kinds, especially westerns, horrors, and dramas
  
• Surfing - a new thing, since it's hard to ride a horse on an island
  
• Hats - cowboy hats, normally

Dislikes:

• Indoors - houses were merely built for sleeping and even then you don't always need that many walls
  
• Loud Noises - including crowds and thunders and sometimes lawnmowers or airplanes
  
• Insects - back to the farm thing again...pests...
  
• Snow - and cold and winter in general, it makes working a farm harder than it already is
  
• Rap - and other hard rock music that is more talking than singing
  
• Flying/Airplanes - if man were meant to fly...
  
• Talking - sort of on the shy side, he'll talk, but doesn't love to verbalize
  
• Wasters - frivolous people, taking too much and not using it, the rich
  
• Charity - working to earn it
  
• Bullies - cowards don't know when to quite pretending
  
• Being Called Something He's Not - liars deserve to have the wind knocked out of them

Fears:

• Loved Ones Dying - sure, he knows it has to happen, but one still fears the inevitable
  
• Never Being Able to Ride - accidents happen, but he doesn't care so long as he's still able to get on a horse
  
• Asking for Help - once you've done everything yourself, it's hard to remember how to ask for help when you need it

Strengths:

• Musician
  
• Sensitive
  
• Forgiving
  
• Loyal
  
• Trustworthy

Weaknesses:

• Quiet
  
• Sensitive
  
• Lung Cancer
  
• Too Trusting

Overall:
Cale is a quiet but caring individual. He's of the classic "southern gentleman" archetype, very old fashioned when it comes to beliefs and how people should treat each other. But not all of this was brought up by his parents, though it was preserved through them indirectly. See, being raised with two younger sisters left him behaving more smoothly toward them than if there had been a brother in the mix. He was always forced to be nice to his younger sisters so it became imprinted on his mind that a man treat women well. This image was backed up by the outlandishly romantic ways his father would treat his mother.

He hates talking about himself. He'll discuss anything and everything in life except for himself, mostly becuase he doesn't see himself as the most important person in the world and becuase he doesn't want the topic of his cancer to come up. Cale doesn't tell many people about his disease out of awkwardness and because he doesn't want their pity. He's over that fact that he's going to die in roughly four years, and if he's the one with the problem, why are they so upset still?

Cale gets very attached to people easily. He considers almost every person he's had a good conversation with a friend. He hates arguments between friends and can't help but get involved, usually with the intent of getting all the anger directed at himself instead of at the opposing parties, since he couldn't and can't stand to see people pull each other apart. Unfortunately, even this willful act of selflessness holds drastic repercussions, sometimes ending in friendship on his end, over which he can be very emotional, staying away from the world for a while before exposing himself again, yet he always will, believing that it's his fault, not theirs. This treatment of his friends also makes him a prime target of easy influence to do or wear or say certain things.

He is also very attached to some personal items, always carrying a picture of his family in a pocket, always wearing his tan cowboy hat unless for a very good reason, or he lost it. Which would cause him to be very anxious indeed.

Promises are something that he will always strive to keep and will beat himself up over if he forgets of fails to fulfill a promise he's made to another. In this way, he also hates people who don't keep their promises, even if it wasn't physically possible, he still believes that there is always a way to ensure you do what you say you will. Obviously from this, Cale is very much a man of action, not words. His dislike of talking is only symptom of this trait.

Women are a big, underlined heading in his book, all of them requiring he treat them with respect and the utmost care. This doesn't mean doing everything for them or buying them everything, or doting all over them, but simply being certain that he shows how he feels about them. Girlfriends would be conscious of his everlasting love for them, but he's not the type to display at every moment his care in public. He'd rather fawn over her and talk to her in private than fuss in public, not that he minds what other people might see or think, but because he doesn't see why everyone needs to know.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Blake Shelton
Appearance: 300 words
Cale isn't tall at six foot one inch, but he's definitely closer to the sky than most people. His body build is very fit and athletic, his arms muscular from working on a ranch his whole life, even if it was more of a stable.

He has a dark brown mat for hair, the fibers unable to figure out if they're simply wavy or really are curly. He keeps it a few inches in length, a little longer in front than in back, but he can usually convince it to listen to gravity and be combed backward, though it's inevitable that some stragglers hang out around his ears and frame his face. This hairstyle is also encouraged by his darn brown cowboy hat he likes to wear despite the heat of the day or the need to wear ear muffs. His face is fairly square with a firm jaw and a slight stubble forest can sometimes be seen under and around his chin if he gets to lazy to shave. His eyes are a smooth denim blue and set in somehow soft cheekbones.

Jeans are usually the pants of choice, unless he's at the beach, then he'll pull on shorts like any sane man. The shirts, on the other had, couldn't bother him a bit. Be it a t-shirt, a polo, or a button up collared shirt, he doesn't really distinguish. At the farm, he would usually go shirtless when working and feeding the animals so sometimes he doesn't understand why he can't take his shirt off at the beach all the time, or when the sun is out. He is also very partial to his cowboy boots, of course this isn't commonsense wear on an island, so he's recently been subverted to wearing sandals, a novelty for him.

Cale doesn't have an piercings, nor does he typically wear a watch, though he is a big fan of sunglasses. On the other side of piercings, however, he does have one tattoo on his left shoulder: the Japanese symbol for family, simple in black ink.[/size]

...history

Parents:
Father: Cale Davidson, Sr
Mother: Robin Davidson
Siblings: Cale Jr, Delacey, Keira, and August

Tennessee was not the initial place Cale's family wanted to settle in. His father, Cale Sr., had been born a cattle rancher in no man's land Texas, raised to the trade by his own father. So when he came out to Tennessee to visit family in the music business, he met Robin Samantha Jazz. It wasn't love at first sight, but it was only a couple years before they decided to get married. The service was held in an old, tiny church, just family and a few very close friends at a closed service. The party, on the other hand, was a huge reception dinner. But since Robin didn't wish to move to Texas and be so far from family, they searched for farmland in Kentucky and Indiana with the hops of starting a horse farm. But when no land was found, Tennessee was settled on. The Jagged Lane Stable and Ranch was born.

Shortly thereafter, the couple's first son, Cale Jr was born as well. He was raised on the farm, taught how to help out collecting eggs and other small choirs. These were helped out by his two younger twin sisters Delacey and Keira. Barely after any of them learned to walk, their father put them on horse back, hopeful Cale would become an expert jockey and his daughters become dressage and jumping champions to fuel acclaim for the ranch and stable.

Cale loved horses. He road them everyday at every free moment, cared for them from foals, helped the stable trainer on occasion, even. He was secretly glad his mother hadn't allowed his father to move them to Texas; he couldn't stand the thought of having more cattle than horses. He quickly became too tall for the jockey career his father had foreseen, but Cale didn't mind; he found other things to compete in, namely rodeo. He had always been a big fan of rodeo, going to events live whenever his father agreed, practicing barrel racing and roping calves and pole racing and even bull riding when he could manage to cage the ranch bull and his mother wasn't home.

He'd gotten his first horse, a blood red bay at the age of ten. The mare had been five or six and very short for an American Saddle bred. Her name had been Mandarin, but he'd called her Darin for short. She died three years later, but he was soon occupied by training the stables couple Thoroughbreds and many carriage horses. His favorite was a black Friesian that they boarded for one of the people Cale's mother taught lessons and even though the Friesian was meant as a harness horse, this one was content with being ridden. When Cale turned 16, he scraped enough money to buy his own horse, a dark grey Friesian Thoroughbred mix with black points and black mane and tail that was just over a year, but had been born on their stable. The stallion was sixteen and a half hands, with the showy feathering Cale had grown to love in Friesian, but with more of the sleek build of a Thoroughbred. His name was Prince of Dusk, but Cale called him Wedge.

His parents both smoked heavily around the house and their children. In the first year of high school, Cale took up smoking with some of his friends under the impression that it wasn't something he had to worry about and that it was inevitable. He felt bad for the choice, learning the horrible side-effects and quitting after only a year, but it was hard as he was always present to the fumes he tried to avoid at home.

His youngest brother was born when Cale was 15, his sisters 12. August was sort of the accident child.

When he was 17, Cale was diagnosed with lung cancer. (This revelation immediately caused both his parents to quit smoking, but it was too late to do him any good, despite possibly saving the lives of his siblings.) He endured multiple surgeries, all attempts failing to remove 100% of the tumors. Chemotherapy wasn't an available option for the type of lung cancer he had, and neither was radiation therapy. So he was told he'd have to live with the fact that he was dying at age 18. Cale has had a year to cope with this realization and come to terms with it. His diagnosis for how long he'd live was five years, after the surgeries. He's got four years of it left. But what really bothers him, isn't that he's going to die. It's that his family will be heart broken. And that he doesn't know quite what to do with himself, avoiding others and not making any new friends.

To solve this problem, his parents thought it best to send him somewhere else, to introduce him to a new atmosphere. And so, with the relatives in Hawaii notified, off he went. He promised to go only for a few weeks, a month at most. But as time when by and the month date came around, he found that he enjoyed the open air there, the fact that it never snowed, the beaches, the days when no one bothered him. His parents of course had hoped as much when he said he was planning to stay all summer. What was even better, was that his aunt and cousins only lived in their Hawaii home half of the summer. So the house, or rather, quaint one story, ocean access condo, was his.

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