[non-binary and he/they] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CALVIN HOROWITZ]! I couldnât help but notice you look an awful lot like [TROYE SIVAN]. You must be the [TWENTY-SEVEN] year old [UNEMPLOYED]. Word is youâre [CULTURED] but can also be a bit [ESCAPIST] and your favorite song is [DON'T BLAME ME BY TAYLOR SWIFT]. I also heard youâll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. Iâm sure youâll love it!Â
BIOGRAPHY INCLUDES: parental death, addiction, drug use, brief mention of an affair with a power dynamic
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BASIC INFORMATION !
FULL NAME: Calvin Noah Horowitz
STAGE NAME: Calloway Fox
NICKNAME(S): Cal
AGE: Twenty-Seven
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Non-binary & He/They
SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homosexual & Homoromantic
BIRTH PLACE: Brisbane, Australia
BIRTHDAY: 15 July
ZODIAC: Cancer
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
HEIGHT: 5'8"
NEIGHBORHOOD: Seabrook Quarter
LENGTH OF TIME IN TOWN: Raised in AB from the age of 5 to 12, Returned at 25 for a year, Returned June 2026
PARENTS: Noah Horowitz (Father) â Deceased, Lisa Horowitz (Mother) â Deceased
SIBLINGS: None
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hebrew, Italian
PETS: None
BIOGRAPHY !
Calvin Horowitz was born to two archeologists, which meant they travelled a lot when Cal was a child. As a kid, Cal got to visit all over the place, from Rome to South Africa, but when Cal was five, their parents decided they probably could benefit from settling down in one place, so they shipped their child off to live with his aunt in the states. Since his parents didn't really get a lot of time, most of their communication was done through an occasional video call and the post cards they sent from various places they lived. While they did not have the most ideal relationship, Cal eventually really liked living in one place, even if they didn't always get along with their aunt. Being in Aurora Bay was probably the best thing for him.
Their relationship with his aunt was complicated. Clearly she didn't want to bear the responsibility of raising a child that wasn't hers. She constantly fought with her sister on the phone when she thought Calvin couldn't hear his mom, but he did hear some of what his aunt said. It was her fault that his aunt had to deal with this wild kid. Cal threw themselves into activities that would keep them out of their house so they wouldn't be a burden on their aunt. They tried everything from soccer, like so many other kids their age. But Cal fell in love with theatre. They signed up for just about every local show they were able to and their relationship from their aunt somewhat changed when she realized she could capitalize on Cal's talent.
One one of the worst arguments Cal got into with their parents was when they had major role in a musical and their parents promised to come. When they didn't show, Cal got really upset and accused their parents about not caring about him. Two days later, both parents died in an accident and Cal never really forgave himself for their argument, even though it wasn't his fault. Especially since a few weeks after the accident, Cal got callback from an audition he'd done while he and his aunt were in New York City. Despite knowing the guilt he felt about his parent's death, Cal's aunt didn't stop them from booking the role. Cal and his aunt traded their Aurora Bay life to one in New York City.
Suddenly Cal's life was rehearsals and trying on costumes. Their first role was a hit and the director, a young up and coming playwright had the perfect role for Cal. His aunt let him drop out of the school he'd been attending in New York to be tutored like other child actors did. They moved from their smaller apartment to a bigger one in New York City. Their love of theatre only grew, even if it was a tough field. They started to become more popular, booking bigger roles. It seemed like everything was in place for Cal to succeed in the Broadway scene.
For Cal, school was always a struggle. He wasn't academic in nature, despite everyone's attempt for him to have a proper education. He was often called out by his tutors for not paying attention and constantly being a distraction. Acting was the only place they ever felt like they belonged, so that's where they put all their effort. Singing lessons, dance lessons, costume fittings, and rehearsals. Time was flying and moving slow at the same time. Cal's aunt was proud of them, but somehow they had convinced themselves that their parents wouldn't be proud. So they pushed themself to do better and be better: both in academics and on the stage. A week before Cal turned seventeen, their aunt decided it was time for her to go back home. She left a three weeks later, believing that Cal could take care of himself.
When his aunt left, Cal felt pressure being on his own and started on a downward spiral with drugs and partying. Skip forward and a few years later, Cal broke away from musicals to star in their first play. The director was someone who had worked with them before and Cal was excited for a change from musicals. They began to feel the pressure from everyone around them. Their reputation was not the greatest after it was leaked that they'd been having an affair with the director they were currently working with. Cal's career was beginning to feel like it had peaked when they were younger â at least to them. On the opening night of the play, Cal was so drunk they ended up falling off the stage and subsequently being fired from the show. Cal stayed in New York City for a little bit longer hoping to get a new role, but it seemed like suddenly most people didn't want to work with them â and when he got the call that his aunt was dealing with some medical issues, he decided to go home, officially leaving the Broadway scene. Tabloids long suspected he suffered from child actor syndrome, but his agent maintained that Cal just needed a break.
For a few years he stayed with his aunt, hoping that she'd get better and he'd have a good break away from Broadway. At twenty five, his aunt's health was doing better, so Cal decided to go back to New York, giving himself a chance to get back to what he believed was his career. His comeback was honestly alright. There were a few rumors, but for the most part their comeback didn't make much of a wave. Cal joined a play for a few years. In the middle of 2025, Cal's aunt experienced a relapse with her health and Cal made the difficult decision to come back to Aurora Bay for a while to help his aunt get her affairs together. Cal's aunt passed away at the beginning of the year and he's still working to get his aunt's will in order.
Rowan eyes the popcorn maker thoughtfully. "I'm thinking it's all of that, plus the fact that it sits seasoned all day." Itâs almost the same logic behind a well loved cast iron. "Plus, the butter! There's just something magical about movie theatre butter."
"I never get the popcorn at the end of the night. It feels like it's too salty." Cal made a disgusted face. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so particular. "But it's just weird because I make it as authentic as possible. I don't have a popcorn machine at home. I have the butter and the salt and it still doesn't taste the same."
"Do you really think it's 'movie theater' popcorn? 'Cause I feel like it's popcorn in general that are addicting. You truly do not wanna see me with a bag. I stuff my face like a child discovering candy. It is not a pretty sight."
"Well, I know if I go to a theatre and eat popcorn, it doesn't taste the same. Bagged popcorn is okay, I guess. Depends on the brand. I don't think it tastes anywhere near the same as going into a movie and ordering a large popcorn and finishing the whole thing before the trailers end." Cal laughed. "Okay, maybe I should stop getting high before going to the movies."
"Honestly? I think it had everything to do with the machines," Scottie muses as she stacks another box of candy for her viewing treats.
"They definitely don't get held up to cleanliness standards. And if anyone says so, they're lying. But the grime makes the popcorn taste extra buttery."
"I didn't know this was a cast iron situation. But like popcorn at a theatre doesn't taste the same and they use the same machines. Maybe those ones just get cleaned more often." Cal had no idea. He just knew when he got popcorn at a theatre it was not the same.
"You were really good up there," Cal grinned. It had been a while since he'd been on a stage and honestly watching someone else perform made him want to perform. They probably could come up with something. His aunt probably would enjoy helping him come up with some sort of routine. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I would guess it's because most movie theaters use coconut oil instead of butter."
Paxton isn't sure what the difference really is in that sense, but it is the only guess he can make. "I doubt any of use are using that with our homemade popcorn. But have you ever used seasoned salt? That's pretty good."
âI use coconut oil. I make mine fresh.â Cal had friends that knew how they made it. He was annoying about trying to have an authentic experience even at home.
âYeah, Iâve got a case of it at home that I stole from a theater in Brooklyn. I try and stick to the most authentic recipe possible, you know the way they make it. Except, I donât have a machine at home. I just use a whirlypop.â
"I think it's the fact that the machines haven't been cleaned in decades?" Caroline offered with a laugh. "So it's just extra butter and salt and goodness. No microwaved bag could ever compare. Same goes for a cherry icee."
âWell now thatâs gross. I thought I was pessimistic.â Cal didnât blame them for not cleaning the machines. Seemed like a lot of work. âSo itâs like cast iron, the more you cook with it, the more flavor there is. Hmm.â They nodded. âMy auntâs afraid of microwaved popcorn. We always made popcorn from a whirlypop.â
âI don't know about that because I use a whirly pop at home and real clarified butter, unless Iâm lazy then just the flavoring. I even have the butter salt they use.â Cal frowned. âLiterally nothing is different other than the setting.â
Tell me the lie you tell most often and who youâre actually trying to protect with it.
"Girl please. Have you met me? I lie to myself and tell myself I can get back to the fame I had before everything happened. I lie to protect myself the most."
who: open / @aurorabaystarter
where: the movie house
"I've always wondered what makes movie popcorn so addicting. Like you can buy the salt online or whatever, but it doesn't taste the same no matter what you do to it." Cal looked at the popcorn. "I don't get it."
"Scuse me, my bad, coming through," Conrad said as he ducked and side-stepped his way through the crowded establishment. Dodging stray elbows seemed to be the easy part, not spilling his drink on anyone proved to be a little harder. Conrad finally let out a breath as he stumbled into a little pocket of space at the bar. Taking the first and last sip of his now empty drink, he turned to the person beside him and raised a brow. "Happen to have any clue on why everyone and their mama is here tonight?"
Cal knew that coming to a bar was probably a bad idea. He hadn't been drinking in quite some time, having cleaned up his act. He was mostly here for the social scene. He'd been holed up at home for what seemed like forever. "I saw someone celebrating their bachelorette party. Seemed like a sweet woman from the little bit I saw of her. I'm assuming it's just because it's summer. College kids and whatnot." Cal didn't know what else would make this place so crowded. "Celebrating something or just out for the evening?"
"God forbid a basic bitch doesn't get their pumpkin spice latte the second after July Fourth." Cal turned their attention to the coffee shop already advertising the drink. "Now I love Halloween as much the next person, but you won't catch me celebrating until September at least."
