WRIGHT, cale declan

[cale declan wright]

BRI ?! at caution 2.0

F U L L N A M E ,
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cale declan wright

N I C K N A M E S,
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c. dec

A G E ,
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eighteen, august twenty-second

G E N D E R ,
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male

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ,
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heterosexual

T O W N I E / F A C U L T Y / S T U D E N T ,
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student

R E S I D E N T I A L C O L L E G E ,
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berkeley college

J O B ,
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full time student, waits tables part time at a sports bar

Y E A R ,
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freshman

H O M E T O W N ,
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bradenton, florida

L I K E S ,
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making people laugh, girls, any and all sports, family, fall, having fun, challenges, video games, cars, thunder storms, sleeping in, mischief, music, friends, food, working out, animals, martial arts, hoodies, tumbling, showing off.

D I S L I K E S ,
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waking up early, losing loved ones, snobby girls, losing, mornings, serious people, people who don't have a sense of humor, work, boredom, serious relationships.

S E C R E T S ,
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is crushing on his best friend, sydney. has no idea what he wants to do with his life, and it terrifies him.

F E A R S ,
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not having a plan for the future, losing a family member or friend, falling in love, settling down, growing older, failing.

G O A L S ,
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graduate, figure out what to do with his life, live in the moment.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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bubbly, immature, easily influenced, playful, mischievious, chill, down to earth, energetic, caring, funny, affectionate, adrenaline junkie, daring, unafraid.

F A M I L Y ,
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david cale wright, father.
giulia kate garner wright, mother.
emmett asher wright, older brother.
riot aiden wright, younger brother.

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's KATIE and i've been role-playing for SIX years. CALE DECLAN WRIGHT looks a lot like TAYLOR LAUTNER and is amongst ZERO other characters i play, and i found this site through CAUTION 2.0.

R P E X A M P L E ,
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MAYBE NEXT YEAR I'LL START ACTING MY AGE*;

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THE NEXT DAY SWEARING I'M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN.[/color][/font][/center]
the rush that comes from performing live in front of an audience is something you have to experience for yourself. you can’t just be told how exciting it is when the adrenaline is pumping through your veins and the music is so loud that it’s substituting for your heart beat. you know that somehow your heart is the driving force behind it all because you love it so much, otherwise you wouldn’t be up there. and you have to rely on that belief, because the music literally takes over your entire body, and the faint thumping of your heart can no longer be felt under the loud thumps of the bass, guitars and drums. and that’s just the start of it. the feeling you get when every single person knows your band’s song by heart and are singing along at the top of their lungs is unlike anything. it’s unreal. for riot king, these feelings were what he lived for. on stage and off he sought after things that would get his adrenaline spiking at unbelievable rates. skydiving, bungee jumping, driving fast, jet skiing, getting tattoos, or anything else that got his heart jumping. but being on stage was his number one high. lucky for him it’s what he’d been doing for a living for the past year or so. and even before that he’d still been performing for fun with his band, he just hadn’t been getting paid for it. it was riot’s dream job. traveling the country, and sometimes even the world, with his best friends and his guitar, drinking and playing by day, rocking out by night, and getting to meet crazy ass people just like himself. literally a dream come true. and to think that only a little over a year ago he was playing gigs at his high school. now look where he was. number one hits on the charts. appearances on mtv. and his big move from little tourist town bradenton to new york city. his life was absolutely unreal, and he was only nineteen. rockstar before he hit his twenties? it was looking like that.

tonight was pretty much the same as every other night for the past year, minus the few breaks. he was playing at a bar with his band in new york city, tonight at a much smaller venue than he was used to. in fact, it was more like the kinds of places they’d played at while they were still just a small time band without any representation. it was a bar, with its stage located right across from the bar. conveniently placed right in between the bar and the stage is where the crowd was packed in tight tonight. the capacity of the venue was supposedly seven hundred fifty max, and they must have maxed out that night. ri couldn’t recall a time when he’d been in such a small venue that was packed with people from wall to wall with little air space between the bodies. it would have been a perfect crowd for crowd surfing since there was so little room for error, quite literally. if someone wasn’t paying attention, it was very unlikely that you’d fall considering there were practically three more pairs of hands within that square foot. but none of them had chosen to crowd surf that night. in fact, they hadn’t in such a long time. since their lead singer got practically trampled by the crowd that dropped him one night on their last tour, they’d decided it probably wouldn’t be a very pleasant thing to tell their manager that they had to replace one band member or another because the crowd had literally killed them. even neglecting that though, the show was outstanding. the energy in the place felt like it was literally going to blow the roof off. the band was mostly sober so there were no accidents like the one that had caused riot to require seven staples in his head. that night had been a huge blur. he didn’t even need the pain meds before he got the staples because he honestly couldn’t feel a thing. he’d been so wasted that night, he was numb. that was probably the last time the band in its entirety had gotten so wasted that the crowd was hardly feeling them. of course, who could blame them? it was the very last night of their first headlining tour. anyone would want to celebrate. so celebrate they did. instead of water in the bottles that were placed on the stage for hydration, it was straight vodka they were sipping on. not so good for staying hydrated, but for getting shit faced, it was the fastest way to go. and not to mention they’d all pregamed before the show so they were all pretty buzzed even as they took their first steps on the stage. by the end ri literally couldn’t see in front of him. luckily he was such a beast at playing the guitar that despite the gallons of alcohol that were probably flowing freely through his system, he didn’t mess up their hit song even once. that is until the very end. after the entire song was over, everyone was cheering and ri and the lead singer were fucking around on stage for some reason his bandmate thought it would be a good idea to tackle him. straight into the drum set. the drums came crashing down and the hi hat landed on ri’s head. slicing his head right open. it wasn’t until someone told him he was bleeding that he actually knew what had happened. needless to say, the guys managers had suggested that they not party so heavily until after the shows.

but you could be sure that as soon as the autographs had been signed and the pictures with fans had been taken, the boys were at the bar drinking as much as they could. ri had found that the bars in new york were a lot more slack about checking id’s than a lot of other places he’d been while on tour. usually he’d had to get one of his older band mates to buy his drinks, but now that people knew who they were it wasn’t a problem to just walk up to a bar and order multiple drinks. it probably helped a lot that the bartenders knew the guys were raking in tons and tons of money for them just from all the people they attracted to the place. could you honestly deny after such a packed and probably wasted crowd like the one tonight that they weren’t bringing in tons of business to the place? riot took a look around as he sat down at the bar, ordering his first of what would be many drinks for the night. there weren’t many people left in the place. there were a couple custodians sweeping up the floor and picking up the many many beer cans that were left lying around from the crowd. a few of the band’s friends and then a few of what must have been their friends as riot had never seen a good handful of them before, were hanging out on the other side of the bar near the merchandise booth. the last bit of fans were waving goodbye to the band as the bouncers started ushering out, calling that it was closing time. ‘closing’ was such a funny word for a bar. normal nights when the bar was just a bar and there wasn’t a big name band playing, the places would stay open until the very wee hours of the night. here it was, not even twelve thirty in the morning yet and they were calling it ‘closed’. but the lights wouldn’t go off inside for a long time. riot had learned fast that when you hit it big time, the bar owners really didn’t care how late you stayed. he guessed it was a sort of ‘thank you’ gesture for having rolled in enough cash in one night that equaled a normal week’s salary. it was one of the many perks of being an up and coming rock star. the term was one that ri still had to get used to. to him, he was still just the kid from bradenton that still hadn’t learned how to act his age. finally, riots drink came. he thanked the bartender and downed almost half of it in his first chug. [/quote][/size][/blockquote]

[-- NIE]