Post by october leah caldwell on Feb 20, 2012 7:45:23 GMT -5
october leah caldwell,
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---------------- MAIN INFO ---------------
FULL NAME, October Leah Caldwell
NICKNAMES, None
AGE, Nineteen
HOMETOWN, Cork, Ireland
YEAR, Second
SUBJECT/JOB, art
SEXUALITY, pansexual
PLAY BY, Jim Sturgess
NICKNAMES, None
AGE, Nineteen
HOMETOWN, Cork, Ireland
YEAR, Second
SUBJECT/JOB, art
SEXUALITY, pansexual
PLAY BY, Jim Sturgess
---------------- PERSONALITY ---------------
LIKES, green apples, cats, the smell of clean sheets, hot showers, photography, sculpture, coffee, hard candy, the internet.
DISLIKES, tea, spring, fall, really any season that falls in the ‘not winter’ category, his scars, chocolate, ignorant people
FEARS, getting beaten up again, not being accepted, being alone all his life, spiders
PERSONALITY, October is many things, but first and foremost, he is blunt. Brutally honest to a fault, he is always correcting people, telling them what he thinks, and scrutinizing their opinion. He is impatient and easily bored, but unfortunately hard to entertain. An internet connection, however, can keep him busy for hours. Every useless ‘Cracked’ article, meme, or facebook status, he has seen.
Art is important too of course- but it comes naturally to him, to the point where he doesn’t even really realize he has talent. He sets up something, takes a few pictures, and leaves it alone. It’s frustrating to see him always get a good shot without ever really trying. It’s like the analogy that any girl with a digital camera can take a picture of a lawn chair in black and white and call it art, but October defies that by using a 30mm camera, developing his own film and photos manually, and still manages to get an amazing shot of whatever his subject was. He has close to a full ride to La Lumineuse and still doesn’t quite understand why.
October is a bit on the private side of things- if you’re expecting to get any information from him about his history, you’re better off looking on your own without telling him anything. If you do, he will surely block your way, and for good reason- he is walking a fine line between acceptance and exile every day, and taking a risk is not worth the consequences that could arise if his past was ever found out. He isn’t going to open his heart up to you in a day.
DISLIKES, tea, spring, fall, really any season that falls in the ‘not winter’ category, his scars, chocolate, ignorant people
FEARS, getting beaten up again, not being accepted, being alone all his life, spiders
PERSONALITY, October is many things, but first and foremost, he is blunt. Brutally honest to a fault, he is always correcting people, telling them what he thinks, and scrutinizing their opinion. He is impatient and easily bored, but unfortunately hard to entertain. An internet connection, however, can keep him busy for hours. Every useless ‘Cracked’ article, meme, or facebook status, he has seen.
Art is important too of course- but it comes naturally to him, to the point where he doesn’t even really realize he has talent. He sets up something, takes a few pictures, and leaves it alone. It’s frustrating to see him always get a good shot without ever really trying. It’s like the analogy that any girl with a digital camera can take a picture of a lawn chair in black and white and call it art, but October defies that by using a 30mm camera, developing his own film and photos manually, and still manages to get an amazing shot of whatever his subject was. He has close to a full ride to La Lumineuse and still doesn’t quite understand why.
October is a bit on the private side of things- if you’re expecting to get any information from him about his history, you’re better off looking on your own without telling him anything. If you do, he will surely block your way, and for good reason- he is walking a fine line between acceptance and exile every day, and taking a risk is not worth the consequences that could arise if his past was ever found out. He isn’t going to open his heart up to you in a day.
---------------- HISTORY ---------------
FATHER, Phineas Gabriel Caldwell – Chief Garda officer (Republic of Ireland Police Officer)
MOTHER, Mira Anne Caldwell - Housewife (Deceased)
OTHER FAMILY,
Sister; Rebecca Flannery Caldwell – fifteen, high school student
HISTORY, The Caldwell family was supposedly the perfect nuclear family with two perfect, normal children. Mira was always a bit weak in her health having been in and out of the hospital all her life because of leukemia, but that was okay, because Phineas, who had married her right out of high school, was taking care of her and their two beautiful daughters, October and Rebecca.
The only ‘not perfect’ element was October. She was rowdy and loud and acted rather boyish. She hated dresses and whenever the family got ready for church on Sunday, there would inevitably be a fight between October and her father about wearing pants instead of a ‘crappy dress’. This went on for years, and as she got old the fights escalated more and more.
The summer when October was twelve and Rebecca was eight, their mother died- she had a long battle with cancer, and in the end she wasn’t strong enough to beat it. Things got rather tense in the Caldwell household rather fast- since Phineas had to put food on the table, it meant logging a lot of hours, and October was put in charge of watching Rebecca. That wasn’t hard, in fact, the girls had a lot of free time.
That free time allowed for a lot of unsupervised activities that Phineas wouldn’t have approved of- specifically, October was on the internet a lot, and even in 2004, the World Wide Web was a big playground. Days passed when the girls would crowd around the tiny screen, mostly logging hours on Neopets- they were easily entertained by the colorful graphics and games. When they ventured outside, October was always causing trouble, climbing on trees and terrorizing the neighbors.
October also started having odd feelings about her body. She hated her chest, for one thing- while other girls in her secondary school’s second year were excited about getting breasts and were wearing bras to make them look even bigger, she was wearing sports bras and trying to find ways to make them look more flat, like wearing sweatshirts that were really loose. When she got her first period, she was all but depressed- it didn't help that her father was the one who had to explain things to her. And the worst part was that she couldn’t figure out why she felt the way she did, she just... did.
A gray day in November, shortly after October’s fourteenth birthday, Rebecca was watching T.V. in the living room and October had grown bored of Neopets for a moment and was surfing the web. Out of boredom, she typed in a phrase on Google, seeing what would come up.
‘I wish I was a boy, not a girl’
A few moments later, October turned in her chair to check the time, and what her sister was doing. She had two hours until her father got home, and Rebecca was engrossed in the telly. Turning, she eyed the computer monitor carefully, and then she started clicking. She wanted to know what ‘gender identity disorder’ meant. Then ‘gender identity disorder’ led to ‘transgender’ and that led to ‘FtM trasgender’, and the more she read, the more she started to realize that they were talking about her. She wasn’t a tomboy- she was a boy, just in the wrong body! That explained why she hated dresses when she was little, and why hitting puberty was so awful.
When her father came home that evening from work, October was excited to tell him what she found out.
It didn’t go over well.
A password was put on the computer so the girls wouldn’t use it anymore, and after school they had to go to the next-door neighbor’s instead of going home- and the lady next door, Mrs. McLane, was a very strict Catholic. Third year and transition year were a living hell for October, who was realizing more and more each day that she didn’t belong in a skirt and stockings, she wanted slacks and a suit coat. She didn’t tell Mrs. McLane about it, of course- the woman went crazy when October asked to go home and change into jeans, and that was normal.
Midway through fifth year, October had enough. She bought a boy’s uniform at the local store one day after school with lunch money she had been saving, and one night she locked herself in the bathroom and cut her hair short. The next day she went to school in a boy’s uniform. The teachers called her father about it, and he picked her up from school that day, took her home, and lectured her about it, grounding her to her room for a week. But every day she’d change her uniform on the way to school, and then again on the way home. She was too old to have Mrs. McLane watch her anymore, and soon she started leaving the house and going all the way home without changing. The haircut and the clothes got October noticed in school, but at first people left her alone, muttering things behind her back.
But then October asked his professors if he could start being called by male pronouns, and word got around school fast. Some of the older students didn’t like it, and they started wondering about what October would do for changing clothes in gym, or what bathroom he would use. The boys didn’t want him around, and they made that clear one day when they caught him after school and beat him up. Rebecca, who took the transition rather well, ran for help- and help showed up just in time, as the boys had knocked October unconscious and were debating other activities to hurt him.
At the hospital, October didn’t hear the end of it from his father- but every time he said ‘my daughter’, he would correct him, and finally Phineas broke down. Fine. ‘My son.’ It didn’t sound like much, but October saw it as a win- even if, with his father’s status, the boys who beat him up weren’t arrested.
October didn’t go back to school that year. He changed schools the next year and completed fifth and sixth year as boy in a school where no one knew him as being a girl once. At one point a reporter from Dublin interviewed him on what he wanted to do in the future, and the first thing that came to his mind was art. He wasn’t a prodigy in the arts, of course, but years of never fitting in had caused him to find solace in the art room, painting or setting up still life scenes to photograph.
During sixth year he submitted his portfolio to schools all over Ireland, along with a few to the UK and one to La Lumineuse in Paris, which was more of a joke then an actual try. He was set on a school in Dublin until he got a letter back from said school- they loved his application, and they wanted him to come to Paris. They even offered him a scholarship and financial aid, due to his Mother’s disease and his father’s profession in the police force. In in all, he really could go, if he wanted. And oh, why would he not?
Also during that time he managed to get a few things done, including getting a doctor’s prescription for hormone shots that would change his physiology. He had to learn how to inject himself, which was a bit of a scary prospect, but he got the hang of it quick enough. His body started changing, and that was exciting for him.
Moving to France, especially when carting a suitcase full of shots, was difficult. But once he managed to get in and settle down, he felt right at home. There was a bit of a language barrier at first- yes, he took French in school, but theory and practice were always different. A few mishaps later, he got the hang of it fast enough. After that, it was smooth sailing- after all, there was no one in the world more into themselves then the French, so no one would nose about in his business as long as he stayed out of theirs.
Right?
[/size]MOTHER, Mira Anne Caldwell - Housewife (Deceased)
OTHER FAMILY,
Sister; Rebecca Flannery Caldwell – fifteen, high school student
HISTORY, The Caldwell family was supposedly the perfect nuclear family with two perfect, normal children. Mira was always a bit weak in her health having been in and out of the hospital all her life because of leukemia, but that was okay, because Phineas, who had married her right out of high school, was taking care of her and their two beautiful daughters, October and Rebecca.
The only ‘not perfect’ element was October. She was rowdy and loud and acted rather boyish. She hated dresses and whenever the family got ready for church on Sunday, there would inevitably be a fight between October and her father about wearing pants instead of a ‘crappy dress’. This went on for years, and as she got old the fights escalated more and more.
The summer when October was twelve and Rebecca was eight, their mother died- she had a long battle with cancer, and in the end she wasn’t strong enough to beat it. Things got rather tense in the Caldwell household rather fast- since Phineas had to put food on the table, it meant logging a lot of hours, and October was put in charge of watching Rebecca. That wasn’t hard, in fact, the girls had a lot of free time.
That free time allowed for a lot of unsupervised activities that Phineas wouldn’t have approved of- specifically, October was on the internet a lot, and even in 2004, the World Wide Web was a big playground. Days passed when the girls would crowd around the tiny screen, mostly logging hours on Neopets- they were easily entertained by the colorful graphics and games. When they ventured outside, October was always causing trouble, climbing on trees and terrorizing the neighbors.
October also started having odd feelings about her body. She hated her chest, for one thing- while other girls in her secondary school’s second year were excited about getting breasts and were wearing bras to make them look even bigger, she was wearing sports bras and trying to find ways to make them look more flat, like wearing sweatshirts that were really loose. When she got her first period, she was all but depressed- it didn't help that her father was the one who had to explain things to her. And the worst part was that she couldn’t figure out why she felt the way she did, she just... did.
A gray day in November, shortly after October’s fourteenth birthday, Rebecca was watching T.V. in the living room and October had grown bored of Neopets for a moment and was surfing the web. Out of boredom, she typed in a phrase on Google, seeing what would come up.
‘I wish I was a boy, not a girl’
A few moments later, October turned in her chair to check the time, and what her sister was doing. She had two hours until her father got home, and Rebecca was engrossed in the telly. Turning, she eyed the computer monitor carefully, and then she started clicking. She wanted to know what ‘gender identity disorder’ meant. Then ‘gender identity disorder’ led to ‘transgender’ and that led to ‘FtM trasgender’, and the more she read, the more she started to realize that they were talking about her. She wasn’t a tomboy- she was a boy, just in the wrong body! That explained why she hated dresses when she was little, and why hitting puberty was so awful.
When her father came home that evening from work, October was excited to tell him what she found out.
It didn’t go over well.
A password was put on the computer so the girls wouldn’t use it anymore, and after school they had to go to the next-door neighbor’s instead of going home- and the lady next door, Mrs. McLane, was a very strict Catholic. Third year and transition year were a living hell for October, who was realizing more and more each day that she didn’t belong in a skirt and stockings, she wanted slacks and a suit coat. She didn’t tell Mrs. McLane about it, of course- the woman went crazy when October asked to go home and change into jeans, and that was normal.
Midway through fifth year, October had enough. She bought a boy’s uniform at the local store one day after school with lunch money she had been saving, and one night she locked herself in the bathroom and cut her hair short. The next day she went to school in a boy’s uniform. The teachers called her father about it, and he picked her up from school that day, took her home, and lectured her about it, grounding her to her room for a week. But every day she’d change her uniform on the way to school, and then again on the way home. She was too old to have Mrs. McLane watch her anymore, and soon she started leaving the house and going all the way home without changing. The haircut and the clothes got October noticed in school, but at first people left her alone, muttering things behind her back.
But then October asked his professors if he could start being called by male pronouns, and word got around school fast. Some of the older students didn’t like it, and they started wondering about what October would do for changing clothes in gym, or what bathroom he would use. The boys didn’t want him around, and they made that clear one day when they caught him after school and beat him up. Rebecca, who took the transition rather well, ran for help- and help showed up just in time, as the boys had knocked October unconscious and were debating other activities to hurt him.
At the hospital, October didn’t hear the end of it from his father- but every time he said ‘my daughter’, he would correct him, and finally Phineas broke down. Fine. ‘My son.’ It didn’t sound like much, but October saw it as a win- even if, with his father’s status, the boys who beat him up weren’t arrested.
October didn’t go back to school that year. He changed schools the next year and completed fifth and sixth year as boy in a school where no one knew him as being a girl once. At one point a reporter from Dublin interviewed him on what he wanted to do in the future, and the first thing that came to his mind was art. He wasn’t a prodigy in the arts, of course, but years of never fitting in had caused him to find solace in the art room, painting or setting up still life scenes to photograph.
During sixth year he submitted his portfolio to schools all over Ireland, along with a few to the UK and one to La Lumineuse in Paris, which was more of a joke then an actual try. He was set on a school in Dublin until he got a letter back from said school- they loved his application, and they wanted him to come to Paris. They even offered him a scholarship and financial aid, due to his Mother’s disease and his father’s profession in the police force. In in all, he really could go, if he wanted. And oh, why would he not?
Also during that time he managed to get a few things done, including getting a doctor’s prescription for hormone shots that would change his physiology. He had to learn how to inject himself, which was a bit of a scary prospect, but he got the hang of it quick enough. His body started changing, and that was exciting for him.
Moving to France, especially when carting a suitcase full of shots, was difficult. But once he managed to get in and settle down, he felt right at home. There was a bit of a language barrier at first- yes, he took French in school, but theory and practice were always different. A few mishaps later, he got the hang of it fast enough. After that, it was smooth sailing- after all, there was no one in the world more into themselves then the French, so no one would nose about in his business as long as he stayed out of theirs.
Right?
---------------- ABOUT YOU ---------------
YOUR NAME, Papaya
CONTACT, PM is best
OTHER, If you have any questions concerning October's gender identity, feel free to pm me about it.
CONTACT, PM is best
OTHER, If you have any questions concerning October's gender identity, feel free to pm me about it.
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Templante made by Alba.
Templante made by Alba.
