meet Caleb Majhi // pre-apocalypse life // catastrophic task #001
the basics
full name: Caleb Majhi
birthdate & zodiac: August 10th & leo
gender & pronouns: cis male & he/him
sexuality: Pansexual
occupation: senior tech at a green power company, mechanic in family owned garage
hometown: bend, oregon
family: Kanan Majhi [ father, presumed deceased ] , Ela Majhi [ mother, presumed deceased ]
deeper dive
alignment: true neutral
myers briggs: entp - the debater
hobbies:
watching or playing football, fixing up old cars, hiking through the woods, camping
favorites:
food - bacon maple bar, any type of stew
drink - Guinness
movie - The Outsiders
song - Ace of Spades by Motörhead or Walk by The Foo Fighters
color - Red
habits:
occasional smoker / drinks to unwind, never to black out / no drugs
appearance
height: 6′4” / 1.93 m
weight: 197 lbs / 89 kg
tattoos: sailor jerry style wolf head on his upper left arm, and a pair of dice on his inner right bicep
piercings: n/A
scars: a split through his right eyebrow, several small ones on his knuckles, one across the top of his left knee
hair color: black
eye color: brown
fashion: [ here ]
full name : Nathaniel Raymond Turner
birthdate & zodiac : November 12th; Scorpio
gender & pronouns : transgender male; he/him
sexuality : bisexual and useless with all genders
occupation : bartender, part-time mechanic, suppler runner, master of keeping busy tbh
hometown : Jesup, Georgia
family : David Turner [father - status unknown], Regina Turner [egg donor - status Ray doesn’t care], Tamera Turner [ step mother - status unknown], Jessie Turner [younger half-brother - status unknown],
deeper dive //
alignment : Chaotic Good
myers briggs : ENTJ
hobbies :
making moonshine/spirits - Ray comes from a long line of distillers and has worked behind a bar since he was old enough to work a cash register. He absolute loves meddling with formulas, testing out new recipes, and the general work that comes with being behind/near/assisting a bar. This knowledge may seem a bit arbitrary but requires a decent knowledge of chemistry and reactive materials.
playing guitar - Ray was embarrassed to admit that he learned how to play guitar because his ex-boyfriend said it would make him look ‘edgier and sexier’. It did no such things, and most of the songs Ray knows are country classics and his favorite tunes. Ray ditched the boyfriend after a month, but has been playing guitar for over a decade. He can read sheet music as well.
hitting the range - before the outbreak, Ray held a membership at the local gun club and enjoyed blowing off steam after a long work week there. He developed a proficiency with most common firearms, and has used a hunting rifle since he was old enough to hunt through the woods with his father.
favorites :
food - breakfast - biscuits and gravy, dinner - fried chicken with mac and cheese and fried green tomatoes, dessert - his mother’s peach cobbler
drink - moonshine & homemade lemonade, an old fashioned, or whiskey neat
movie - Remember the Titans
song - too many to count but - Rumor by Lee Brice, Black by Dierks Bentley, and Countryside by Florida Georgia Line
color - Georgia Bulldog Red
habits :
dislikes the smell/taste of cigarettes / social drinker who enjoys alcohol too much / 420 friendly but doesn’t smoke.
nervous ticks include rubbing at the back of his neck, kicking at imaginary dirt, breaking eye contact, (and in cases of duress or frustration) pinching the bridge of his nose.
loves :
sunshine, dogs, people, alcohol, old wood, the smell of gunpowder, his faith, f-boy style joggers, motor bike grease, flannels, feeling useful/accomplished, family, party tricks, cowboy boots and belt buckles, feeling needed/appreciated freshly baked challah bread, hot sauce.
fears :
losing his family, his faith, and dying unloved and alone.
talents :
endless optimism, mechanical knowledge of motorcycles, formally trained and educated in distilling and drink chemistry, sick acoustic guitar skills, dad jokes, food-based puns, bad flirting.
appearance //
height : 5′10″
tattoos : a star of David on his right ankle, a moonshine bottle on his left ankle, a detailed Chai with a Mezuzah tattoo’d over his heart, and a right arm sleeve that has references to his faith, his hometown, and of course alcohol.
scars : noticeable burn scar on his left forearm. Scars from top surgery have since faded.
piercings : n/a
hair : dirty blonde/light brown hair that gets very floppy if it grows out longer. He’s taken to keeping his hair on the shorter side, due to not having a consistent way to cut it, and keeps a small but full beard that easily becomes unruly.
fashion :
clothing: jeans, flannels, button up shirts. BIG belt buckles. snapback baseball caps or a cowboy hat. A black leather jacket that used to belong to his father. A hip flask always on him at all times.
shoes - cowboy boots or work/hiking boots.
all these places have their moments with lovers and friends i still can recall, some are dead and some are living in my life i've loved them all ☀ our worlds have come to an end, i feel a song in my heart again ☀ i suppose for me as an artist it wasn't always just about expressing my work ☀ if you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, i’ll be the light to guide you ☀ when you get elevated they love it or they hate it ☀ and i'm right over here, why can't you see me? oh and i'm giving it my all ☀ i’m the ghost of a girl that i want to be most. i'm the shell of a girl that i used to know well ☀ and i think of all the things of what you're doing in my head i paint a picture ☀ if it makes you happy it can't be that bad. if it makes you happy then why the hell are you so sad ☀ sunny days, everybody loves them, tell me can you stand the rain ☀ have you ever closed your eyes, seen a vision and it took you away ☀ i just might have a problem that you'll understand, we all need somebody to lean on.
Life's too short to even care at all; I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control ✘ I'm gonna live my life like I'm gunna die young; Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run; I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come; Do whatever I want like I'm born to run ✘ Another head hangs lowly; Child is slowly taken; And the violence, caused such silence; Who are we mistaken?; But you see, it's not me; It's not my family; In your head, in your head, they are fighting ✘ That's the price you'll pay; Leave behind your heart and cast away; Just another product of today; Rather be the hunter than the prey ✘ Where I was broken I am healed; I learned to fight; I learned to feel; And I can't believe my eyes; You are still here next to me; All I need you're all I see; In this life we hope to find ✘ I am a hostage to my own humanity; Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made; And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me; But I can't ask you to give what you already gave ✘ So nice to see ya here; Impolite would only be beneath us; It's been what? Half a year?; Like nothing ever happened in-between us; Fill me in on how you've been; And I would tell you anything you'd like to hear now; And we can laugh some; Reminisce some; From the same old stories to the new ones; When the night's done, I'll just see you around ✘I'm saying goodbye to the skyline; Hello to the sweet pines; Gonna see you later street lights; I'm headed back to tree lines; To free time and starry nights; to bonfires and fireflies ✘ I don't want you to feel broken; I just want you to feel good; Let's put away all those past indiscretions; Let it go, do you think you could? ✘ I'll live now 'cause the bad die last; Dodging bullets with your broken past; I can't hear you, I don't fear you now; Wrapped in your regret; What a waste of blood and sweat ✘ If I told you what I was; Would you turn your back on me?; And if I seem dangerous; Would you be scared?; I get the feeling just because; Everything I touch isn't dark enough; If this problem lies in me ✘ I am vindicated; I am selfish; I am wrong; I am right, I swear I'm right; Swear I knew it all along and; I am flawed; But I am cleaning up so well; I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
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remember when you were young / you shone like the sun / shine on you crazy diamond ☆ i am flesh & i am bone / arise ting ting like glitter & gold / i’ve got fire in my soul ☆ you don’t want to hurt me / but see how deep the bullet lies / unaware i’m tearing you asunder / there is thunder in our hearts ☆ travel the world & the seven seas / everybody’s looking for something / some of them want to use you / some of them want to get used by you ☆ days turn to weeks / & the years that lay in front of me / are so bittersweet / but not the way we used to be ☆ your grace is wasted in your face / your boldness stands alone among the wreck / now learn from your mother or else / spend your days biting your own neck ☆ they call me freedom, fallen / don’t you hear me calling / i’m the voice in the back of your head / with a whisper i’m there over your shoulder / don’t you wish you never let me in ☆ i don’t know how to be / what i wanted to be when i was five / sometimes blue eyes, sometimes green / bike rides snow hikes & christmas lights / sometimes freezing, sometimes warm / i don’t know if i can love that anymore ☆ let me go / i’m not done / i swear i’ll take just one lifetime ☆ all i did was try my best / this is the kind of thanks i get ? / unrelentlessly upset / they say these are the golden years / but i wish i could disappear
