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Caleb Ethan Von Honeywell
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AGE: Nineteen
FACE CLAIM: Alex Pettyfer
YEAR: Seventh
HOUSE: Hufflepuff
OCCUPATION: N/A (Former Seeker for the Fitchburg Finches)
BLOOD TYPE: Pureblood
WAND TYPE: #15 inch, vela hair, mahogany
PETS: A raven named Vicktor
ABILITIES: Werewolf
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LIKES:
• Meat
• Fame
• Being Recognized
• Signing Autographs
• Being in the Spotlight
• Quidditch
• Cheerleaders
• Money
• Having his Ego Pumped
• Having things go his way
• Anything that isn't Muggle
DISLIKES:
• Vegetables
• Water & Silver
• Not Being Recognized
• Being Ridiculed
• Someone else getting attention
• Being Banned from playing Quidditch
• Ugly Cheerleaders
• Being broke
• Having his Ego Deflated
• Things not going his way
• Muggles
BIGGEST FEAR:
As a werewolf few things manage to unnerve him, however just the mere thought of water scares the hell out of him. His also naturally wary of silver though he tries to hide his petrifying fear for it, he does his best to stay as far away from it as possible.
PERSONALITY:
• Strength; Caleb’s strong both mentally and physically; he’ll never give up almost completely disregarding all odds stacked against him.
• Word; if Caleb promises something it will be done; he’ll go to any length to fulfill his word even if it endangers his life.
• Bravery; Caleb probably been a Gryffindor with how brave he is; nothing will stop him even if he has to look death in the face.
• Skill; Caleb’s not just a Quidditch player he actually does have a head on his shoulders, and when he uses it one would find his good at all kinds of things he's never tried before.
• Resolve; Caleb cannot be broken; he’ll fight to the very end on the same side he started off in the beginning.
• Gullible; Caleb’s lightly to believe every sob story he comes in contact with, and even worse he’d try and help them at the expense of his own goals.
• Persuadable; Though Caleb’s not an idiot by any means his still easily manipulated by people smarter then him.
• His apparent distaste for strategy; Honestly the last time Caleb make a plan it involved his shoulder and a door.
• Self-centeredness; Caleb’s probably the most ecological, materialistic bastard you’d ever meet.
• Attitude; Caleb’s a hot head what else needs to be said, one might think his testosterone levels are constantly spiked due to his uncanny over aggressiveness.
• People who don’t know who he is; His CALEB ETHAN VON HONEYWELL QUIDDITCH GOD HOW CAN ANYONE NOT KNOW HIM?!
For Caleb other than becoming the top Quidditch Player in the entire world he hasn’t thought much on his goals, he always loved writing. And at one time dreamed of being a famous author, artist and photographer, though he actually doesn’t have time for many of these things a result of his on-hold occupation as a Quidditch Player his surprisingly good at each one of them.
He has a strange obsession to chew ice. Now he won’t just go about looking for ice to chew but should he be drinking a chilled beverage that has ice in it he’ll most lightly chew it. Also when bored he’ll often agree to the most preposterous of things he’d normally never agree to, though after he mistakenly agreed for his entire fur coat to be dyed pink by his sister he tries to keep tabs on what he does and doesn’t agree to, least another ‘unfortunate’ event occur again. Also he likes to pull his hair, no reason whatsoever he just likes to. Normally he wouldn’t pull it to the point of tearing it out should he accidently do so it would take only a few hours for it to fill back in thanks to his lycan heritage.
His absolutely despises his last name, honestly Honeywell? He doesn’t even like honey, and has fallen into one too many wells throughout his life to like them either. But the thing that annoys him the most to no end is his almost constantly need of a shave. Being able to regrow his hair within a matter of hours at times Caleb wonders if it’s even worth it to bother shaving every morning. It's only going to look the same come lunch time.
By far the most glorious moment (which was probably the start of his ego boast) of Caleb’s nineteen years of living would be when he was thirteen. It was a cold stormy day the odds weren’t looking good and in a matter of moments all would be lost when the seemingly impossible happened Caleb managed to catch the golden snitch for the first time during a Quidditch match, winning the game for his team the Fitchburg Finches and securing a place in the US League.
His worst memory would be the first time he transformed, wait scratch that he most lightly transformed many times before but he was too young to accurately remember. It was during a full moon young Caleb the tinder age of nine transformed into his wolf form. The process was agonizing the shifting of bones and the rearrangement of his organs and bodily systems it was torture. His was too young to accurately control himself and in his animalistic rage managed to harm his sister severely. Though she never did blame him for the attack the incident is still fresh in Caleb’s dreams every night.
Lastly, having been with a large variety of women throughout his life Caleb can easily say he has ‘no standards’ he might have once, but that was a long time along, long before he reached ‘super star statuses and dated only to increase his renown, like the say “you’re only as famous as you’re latest scandal”. But if Caleb asked in all honesty his dream girl would be, cute, not sexy just cute enough so he doesn’t want to pluck out his eyes every time he says hi to her but no so much that every other guy wants her. Intelligent no real reason for this one other than he likes when women talk ‘big’ to him even when he doesn’t know what the hell they're talking about. And lastly mature, even though he might not exactly be it’s always good to have someone positive to rub off on you.
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MOTHER:
Miranda Jade Honeywell; (age forty-seven/unemployed)
Mother to Caleb she’s a stay at home mom, having retired from the American Ministry several years back. She’s a reserved woman, soft spoken allowing choices to be made for her not that she minds. Appearance wise she’s rather frail and delicate looking two traits not commonly seen in a werewolf. Along with her daughter she seemed to have made it her personal goal in life to humiliate and embarrass Caleb at every family gathering they have. She met her lovely husband James when she was sixteen the two wed at twenty-two.
FATHER:
James Honeywell; (age fifty-thre/former Quidditch superstar)
Father to the Honeywell twins and current alpha male of the Honeywell Family, a pureblood family of nothing but werewolf’s, His stern but a kind man, incredibly intelligent with both knowledge and wisdom beyond his time. Though his not the most ‘expressive’ man no one has any doubt that he indeed loves his children. In his prime he was a renowned seeker, nicknamed Jet James he was rumored to have been the faster seeker playing in the US League.
SIBLINGS:
Lucrecia Jay Honeywell; (age thirty)
The older sister to Caleb, she acted as a positive role model as he grew up. At the age of nine he attacked her in an animalistic frenzy. The event left her permanently scarred along her collarbone and forced to walk with a limp for the rest of her life. She didn’t blame him however knowing that he didn’t mean to harm her. Nowadays she’s happily married to a squib man the two live in Luxemburg Belgium.
HISTORY:
Having been born as Caleb Ethan Honeywell member to a prestigious pureblood family consisting of entirely werewolf’s certainly has its advantages. He was born on a stormy day to Miranda and James Honeywell. As an infant Caleb spent most of his time in his room often at times finding mediocre things to pass the time (not that he actually had any sort of conception of time at that age) while being fiercely guarded by his dog Gloria. Gloriawas his father’s dog perfectly trained and ready to serve the Honeywell’s like the rest of her lineage did.
Caleb was a sheltered child he’d rarely have to opportunity to leave the manor he knew nothing of the outside world. He grew up reading old captions in his father’s old chest about his accomplishments at Quidditch, and it wasn’t long before he began to love the game too. The Honeywell’s owned a miraculously large amount of land even possessing a Quidditch Pitch in the back for recreational purposes or when they have a ‘friendly’ competition with one another or against a rival family.
After many long months of badgering his father to teach him and begging his mother to let him play they both reluctantly agreed. The two met on the field one morning for his first lesson, how to call up your broom. James’s demonstrated a seemingly simple act, Caleb tried and tried again but nothing happened. Hours passed before his Father eventually returned inside saying that if he couldn’t master the basics what hope did he have once they actually proceeded to flying on a broom itself.
Weeks past each seemingly the same as others, he’d wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and go outside for the rest of the day to practice. And then many weeks later he’d finally done it the broom suddenly shoot up in his hand on evening just when he was getting ready to turn in for the day. It was a memorable experience, the joy he felt when the broom rocked into his hand.
From that day on Caleb was a natural, understanding everything his father taught him about Quidditch the first time around he was no doubt a protégé when it came to the sport. His father was impressed; his son learned in nine years what it had taken him his entire life to learn. He was proud but also a little afraid that he’d go down the same path as him, while ‘Jet James’ was indeed one of the best players in his era, time eventually caught up with him. His reactions were slower compared to the newer players his movements were sluggish and rigid compared to when he was in his prime. His was though, but instead of quitting like he should have he continued to play.
Until one day during a Quidditch game as the seeker ‘Jet James’ followed the snitch as it flew into the pillars keeping the stand up right. And while dodging the pillars would be a rather simple task to complete for someone for his experience he still sub came to old age. Having miscalculated one he moved to early and clicked one sending Jet James off his broom and into several wooden beams. The event nearly took his life but also told he could no longer play Quidditch. Jet Jones was washed up, he's nothing more then a has been now.
This left him devastated, knowing that his most favorite thing to do in the world was now out of his league to do at a professional level. He wasn’t even old though only thirty four as he healed James decided to find a new goal in life, and that was taking care of his family. While he couldn’t play Quidditch anymore James’s still collected winnings from several teams he had purchases throughout his career. Fulfilling his family expectation, to successfully make a fortune and to add it all to the entire family’s treasury.
While the Honeywell’s are indeed ridiculously rich because of the founding member Ethan Jon Honeywell successfully made it in the world, their not without their guidelines pertaining to this. Ethan strictly made clear to his children that they couldn’t access the family’s treasury without first adding some to it. This ensured that the Clan would remain wealthy for generations to come. James had fulfilled his expectation and was truly regarded as a Honeywell.
Nowadays the rules are pretty much the same, though instead members can access the treasury at the age of twenty-one though they cannot take more than one hundred thousand until they fulfill their commitment to the clan.
James never told his aspiring son about his fall from fame knowing it wasn’t his place to decide what Caleb could and couldn’t be in his life. Though he tried his very best for him not to be a Quidditch player though like Miranda said ‘It must run in the blood’ as his father was a Quidditch player and his before him all were renowned for their ability to play despite their natural ‘disadvantage’.
At the age of nine Caleb’s first memorable transformation occurred, during a full moon the young boy transformed into a monster. The process was painful literally every bone breaking then reforming seconds later in a new strange unfamiliar shape the boy was confused and driven on the verge of insanity by his new heightened senses. During this animalistic frenzy somehow managed to catch his sister off guard. Having experienced this many times before she had full control over her mind but was still surprised by her unexpected brothers attacked.
She tried to defend herself but it was no use the boy was too strong, all those years from Quidditch no doubt it strengthened the boy. At the end of the attack Caleb successfully managed to nearly kill his sister having scared her for life and permanently reduced her to a limb abruptly ending her career as a Ballerina. She didn’t blame her brother however instead saying it was in his nature to do so. And while she doesn’t hold any ill to her younger brother Caleb still lives with the guilt of having attacked his sister, almost killing her and crushing her dream as a Ballerina.
As a result of this Caleb often disappears the night before every full moon not returning until the next day. At the age of eleven like all others Caleb was accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, making both of his parent’s extremely proud. His mother attended for the full seven years though his father only attended for his sixth and seventh.
Months before the school year started he was sent over to his sister’s residence in Luxembourg Belgium; she had recently married a squib and moved overseas. It was the place Caleb would spend his summers until his parents decided he was old enough to take care of himself and bought him a house. Soon after he arrived his sister took him to Diagon Alley for the first time and helped him purchase all his needed supplies.
After realizing he couldn’t bring along Gloria to the school Caleb searched for another pet. However the rest of the choices were to…’normal’ for his tastes and instead bought a Raven he named Victor. Prideful, strong and quick-witted would be words to describe him he also has had more than one scuffle with Nyx other the years, his extremely intelligent, to the point of possession speech able to carry along spoken messages with perfect accuracy. Victor preferred to be free However but remained with Caleb because he got him out of that dreadful shop. Victor lives within the Forbidden Forest though not far enough inside he’d be in ‘extreme’ danger.
After this was done it was quickly time to depart to Hogwarts, his mother and father apologized on how they couldn’t be the ones to send him off and indeed had his sister and brother in-law do it. The bus ride was…well, let’s just skip that event shall we? Let’s just say he had a crooked smile when he got on the bus but when he finally got off his teeth were perfect.
The first time he saw the Hogwarts Express it reminded him of his cousins many train sets that would often be seen magically moving throughout the house without the need of tracks. It was the same candy apple red. It was there he first saw her, Lora Maxwell, a half-blood from London. She was his first and last love. They shared the same train car for several years as both friends and eventual lovers.
Their first meeting was interesting to say the least not exactly something you’d tell your children when you’re older. Caleb had just gotten on the train he was alone, insecure and didn’t know where to go or where to sit so he just picked out his favorite number nineteen. Walking over he tested the knob, locked pulling out his wand he tapped the knob and smiled satisfactory one he heard the clicking of the locking magnesium.
He opened the door and what he saw was abruptly burned straight into the back of his eyelids. Lora was changing into her Wizarding robe which was why the door was locked. He only had a few seconds to gawk however before he was knocked out in one hit. When he awoken the first thing he noticed was that his nose was broken and how Lora was towering over him like a bully on the playground, the two apologized about each others actions and made up, they were friends sense.
The sorting was stressful to say the least, Lora had been sorted into Gryffindor and he was literally on his knees begging to whatever powers was up there that he would be too. He held his breath but unfortunately he wasn’t named a Gryffindor instead he was a Hufflepuff. Smiling sadly across the table at his friend the two started their year.
The year was mostly uneventful going to classes, spending time with Lora it wouldn’t be until his fifth year did things get interesting. During that time both Lora and Caleb had gotten romantically involved before the team Caleb tried out for the summer before called saying he made it. But he had a choice to make to either decline and continue school or to drop out and pursue his dream career.
He chose the latter.
It practically broke Lora’s heart that she wouldn’t see much of her boyfriend except during the summer but made no effort to stop him knowing how stubborn he was. So Caleb played joining the team he worked out a contact with the coach. He’d play half a season as the seeker while the other was spent in school. It was hard to keep both up but he somehow managed, along with keeping his relationship with Lora.
It was during this time he caught the snitch for the first time in a professional game causing the team to win and allowed them to advance on to the US League. It wasn’t long before he became the star player making his skill known across the United States even going as far as Britain during one of his tours with the team. With countless endorsements under his belt Caleb was quickly making a name for himself as one of the most skilled players in the world and one of the quickest seekers in the League.
Everything seemed to be going perfectly until the Summer before their Seventh and last year a muggle party raided the Maxwell’s home, setting it ablaze and burning it to the ground. Lora perished in the fire along with the rest of her family, days before he was going to propose to her.
Though everything else burned in the fire one thing remained her silver necklace, it was her grandmothers. And even though he's allergic to silver Caleb still wears it as a result their constantly a rash around his neck, he still has the engagement ring he was going to give her locked away in his home up in Greenland.
For his seventh year he took off the entire season for his studies so he wouldn’t have to return another full year though he’d still most lightly need to come back for one more semester to be complete.
He plans on finishing this last full year with as little trouble as possible even going a step further as to Banning himself from playing Quidditch despite his fellow peers requests he wants to focus on his studies as hard as it might been and not play….Quidditch, his family don’t believe he can go an entire year without Quidditch and even made a bet with him saying he couldn’t.
Caleb is determined to prove them wrong or at least play when their familiars aren’t watching. He'd win this bet because Caleb Ethan Honeywell never loses...
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