Post by CALVIN HAGAN on Jan 20, 2013 22:10:50 GMT -5
CALVIN SAMUEL HAGAN
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Play by: Hugh Jackman
Race/Species: Human
D.O.B.: September 23, 1975
Actual age: 38
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Features: Cal has a strong jaw with high cheekbones always adorned with dark brown and gray stubble. His long nose adds to the sharp angles of his face, but he has kind, drooping green eyes. He’s partially gray but most of his hair is still a dark brown and usually kept short and messy. Cal doesn’t smile all that often, but when he does it’s large and warm accentuated by the lines of his face.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: Irish and Swedish
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: Several scars, but the most notable are the bullet wounds he received in the line of duty, one on his left shoulder and one on his right thigh.
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Flaws/Weaknesses: Cal is very sullen and private and he doesn’t let many people in. He’s been known to have quite a temper and he has the tendency to hold grudges.
Skills/Strengths: Cal is very physically strong and very smart—both street and book smart. He’s loyal to those he loves and is very generous with his money even if he isn’t generous with his heart. Family is very important to him and he’s surprisingly good with children.
Likes: Please list at least five things your character likes. You can add more if you like.
- Children
- Women with big eyes
- Sweets
- Coffee
- Justice
Dislikes: Again, list at least five things your character dislikes. You can add more if you like.
- Gangs
- Those who see the world as black and white
- Drugs
- Neon colors
- Crowded places
Other Information: He has a slight Boston accent from growing up there.
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History:
Cal didn’t have an easy home life. He grew up in South Boston practically raised by his much older sister. Their mother had died of an overdose and their father occasionally stumbled home to make sure none of his four kids had died before wandering off again for weeks at a time. The old man was a truck driver and a drunk and by the time Cal was ten he was dead, but surprisingly not by a car accident—he died of cirrhosis of the liver. His sister worked two jobs to support the four of them and she married a mechanic who brought in some money too. Her own kids came along and by the time Cal turned sixteen there were eight people stuffed into a shitty house built for three. Cal needed to get out of there but he didn’t have much hope for college. The more immediate fix was to go into drugs. He started out small with pot, but he soon graduated to cocaine in all forms. Soon he was bringing in a decent amount of money into the home while enjoying some of his own product. His sister knew what he was doing but there was little she could do but take the money and ask no questions. Cal slept around with the girls at school and took what he wanted. He trusted no one and had very few friends, focused on getting money for his family and for himself so he could get the fuck out of Southie. In his reckless dealings, he stepped on many toes of local gang members and provoked them by his nonchalant attitude toward their threats. The gangs wanted him off the streets. Ten months before he was to graduate high school, Cal was busted for possession of narcotics and sent to a juvenile detention center.
The boy stood up for himself and became known for his incredible strength and fighting ability. No one messed with him and he became pensive. Over time he befriended one of the few guards who wouldn’t take any shit from him. The guard made him realize that there are no shortcuts in life and trying to find them was useless. To better himself, Cal had to finish high school and college and earn his daily bread with an honest job. Cal wasn’t interested in a desk job, but the more he asked the guard about what it was like to be a police officer, the more he thought he could do it. The man had changed his life and his mindset and he wanted to help others be the same—he also wanted to take down the gangs that promoted most of the drug trafficking in Boston. So when he left the detention center with his GED, he started classes at the local community college and worked his way into university. He maintained contact with the guard over his years in college and became well known for his cooperation with his parole officer. By the time he graduated college he had two strong recommendations for the police academy.
Cal remained a private man, focused solely on his work as a cop for Boston Vice. He moved out of his sister’s house and cut off contact with his older brother due to his involvement with drugs. Every Sunday he visited with his nieces and nephews and did what he could to help his sister support her still growing family. His younger brother gratefully took after his better example and did well in school, but Cal never took credit for it. After five years on the force, he decided to move on to bigger fish—he moved to New York City where he gained even more repute as a detective for Brooklyn PD Vice. He devoted his life to his job, encouraging those he thought could change their lives to do so and locking away the ones he felt were hopeless. Though he didn’t have enough time to volunteer, Cal was generous to charities that helped young people on hard walks of life like he’d known and many other organizations that helped the homeless, the sick, and the young. Still it remained a lonely life. He climbed higher and higher in his squad but dealing with the people he dealt with, almost all involved in organized crime, he didn’t want to suck another person into that. Cal loved his job even though he was lonely, but he was forced to reevaluate his situation when he was shot on duty. The bullet tore through his thigh and another through his shoulder. He would forever have a more limited motion range for his arm and would always walk with a limp. His vice days were over and he began looking for other positions.
That’s when he stumbled upon Scriptor Bay. They needed a new police captain and he felt qualified to take it on. Three months later the city hired him and though he was reluctant to leave his family on the east coast, he was looking forward to living somewhere completely different. It was a smaller city, less hectic and he thought maybe he wouldn’t find his way into an early grave from high blood pressure in a place like Scriptor Bay. When he moved to the city, it was certainly a lot quieter than New York or Boston. Perhaps he could find a normal life, one he’d never even thought of having before. But the city itself was far from normal…
It didn’t take more than five months for the truth to come out to him about the guardians of Scriptor Bay. Over the months he’d seen a woman disappear right in front of his eyes, reports of people with wings flying over the isles on rainy days, other reports of statues changing places, and even stranger reports of exotic animals appearing in the woods just outside the city. Finally someone explained what was really going on in the city. It was hard to believe but he couldn’t deny the truth when the mayor was the one telling him about the guardians. And over the next several months he came to accept it fully as part of his job and he devoted a lot of his work to covering up the guardians’ existence. It wasn’t his place to expose them and he knew exactly what it was like to want privacy. Cal remains absorbed in his work and sullen, even grumpy, but he has gotten used to living a life apart.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: BAA
Other Characters you play: Maxi, Liam, Eponine, Gina, Lafayette, Abby, Jack, Robert, Brandon, Melanie, Mason, Drew, Connor, Julie, and Dani
How long have you been RPing: 6 years
How did you find us? Linked on another forum
