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archer jay calhoun



the name is ARCHER JAY CALHOUN and i've been
singing my songs for TWENTY NINE years.
i'm from CYPRUS HILLS but somehow ended
up here at NORTHWOOD.
call me crazy, but i'm here to stay.

there's some things that i regret,

your name/alias: Chelsea. =]
your age: Sixteen.
rp experience: A little over two years. <3
other characters: None.
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some words i wish had gone unsaid,

character's full name: Archer Jay Calhoun
nicknames: Archie, Arch.
age: 29.
grade: N/A (he’s a teacher)
canon or random: Random.

some starts that had some bitter endings,

hair color: Brown.
eye color: Brown.
body type: Broad and a little bulky.
markings/piercings: He has a tattoo across his shoulders that says “Archer” in old English letters, with an elaborate bow and arrow entwined into the lettering.
appearance: Archer, to say the least, is a modern hippie. Mixed with a railroad hobo. Shoulder-length brown hair, ripped up jeans, and even a few tye-dye shirts. Converse sneakers or beat up flip flops usually rest around his toes--even in subzero temperatures. If needed, he will sometimes don a jacket or hoodie to prevent frostbite. He is a big fan of scarves, though, and sometimes wears the wooly creations just for fun, despite the 90 degree weather. One of the nicest things he owns is a black leather jacket that his parents bought him for Christmas several years ago. They insisted that it made him look “respectable.”

His style is simple, to say the least. He feels that appearance is secondary to personality, and that his mental and emotional traits shine more than his less-than-nice wardrobe. He walks around with such an air of confidence, though, that it’s almost like he’s sporting a tailored Armani suit and not a white t-shirt with some cola stains and some beat up cargos.

The only thing that changes with Archer is his beard. The hair follicles on his face are a bit overactive, in his opinion. He can shave in the morning and by lunch time, a five o’clock shadow will appear on his jaw. It’s strange, though, because his face is the one thing he enjoys to be clean-shaven and nicely kept. Sometimes, however, in pure defeat, he will allow a small beard to grow, just because he’s so tired of fighting his face with a razor--and often losing.
played by: Andrew W.K.

been some bad times i've been through,

likes:
-Public speaking
-Ladies
-Talking
-Listening
-Photography
-English
-Reading
-Nature
-Swimming
-Sleeping

dislikes:
-Shopping
-Parties
-Math
-Disappointment
-Confusion
-Cell phones
-Models
-Bullies
-Superficial people
-Wearing glasses

fears:
-Rejection
-Dying alone
-Being boring

goals:
-Inspiring students
-Starting a family
-Losing a few pounds

secrets:
-His name used to be “Archibald.”

quirks/habits:
-He talks really fast when excited.
-He has random fits of dancing.

random facts:
His favorite movie is “The Dead Poets Society.”

personality: Archer will always act like a thirteen year old boy. Despite the fact that he’s twenty nine. Toilet humor still manages to make him giggle, and cartoons are his choice of TV viewing. However, there is a spark of maturity that hints at an intellectual, gentlemanly side of him. Seeing this side is a rarity, though.

Quirky is a good word to describe Archer. He can be perfectly laid back and outgoing all at the same time. To say the least, it’s not that hard for people to get a long with him. There’s something about him that makes him easy to talk to. But when he gets passionate about something, then the laid back demeanor dissipates. He will begin to use wide, sweeping hand gestures and will practically bounce around the room.

Archer has a streak of Adult ADD. His thoughts are constantly bouncing around his mind and often times, he’ll start a conversation in his head, and will translate it to words halfway through the concept. The person he’s talking to often gets confused, and he gets a bit frustrated when he has to backtrack. Sometimes, he can manage to get the whole idea out of his mouth, but he’ll be so worried that he’ll miss something that he speaks extremely fast. This results in one big, garbled mess of words that he has to repeat anyway.

damage that i can not undo,

birthdate: September 17th.
hometown: Cyprus Hills, North Carlonia (that city is not real. I made it up.)
financial status: Upper-Middle Class.
father: Elroy Calhoun, 52, Accountant.
mother: Jane Calhoun, 50, Nurse.
siblings: None.
history: He was born Archibald Jay Calhoun to the lovely Jane and Elroy Calhoun. As an only child, he got the undivided attention of his loving, yet strict parents. Growing up in North Carolina gave him discipline with a southern hospitality flair.

As a kid, he went by “Archie” and was, for the lack of a better term, a nerd. He wore glasses, his hair was parted down the middle, and he preferred to spend his time reading comic books rather than outside getting his knees skinned up. As puberty began to consume his body and mind, though, he began to experiment with his image. One week he could be a total prep, sporting khaki pants and sweaters, and the transform into a grungy punk that wore stained rocker t’s with a pair of acid-wash jeans the next. His brown hair, which grew extremely fast, could be swept across his eyes and hang around his shoulders but then could be totally clean cut just a few days later.

It was in college that Archie finally seemed to find his nitch. He became a beatnik.

Channeling into his deep love of the English language, he decided that would be his major and his hobby, all rolled into one. He began to write dozens and dozens of poems, reflecting on his childhood, his family and his overall outlook on life. He shortened his name to “Arch” and began popping up at poetry slams and cafes.

True to form, however, his image changed after several years of the beatnik trend. As he began to mature (to an extent) he began to realize that outward appearances didn’t matter as much as what the mind had to offer. With that, he tossed his expensive black turtlenecks away and promptly began buying simple jeans and white t-shirts. He grew his hair long, began shaving less, and started to really feel like himself. Along with his berets and angst-ridden poems, he threw out the over-dramatic name “Arch” and changed it to “Archer”--for he felt this was masculine, and a lot less embarrassing that “Archibald" (besides, he had the idea for his tattoo in his mind and it just seemed cool to change it.)

Now out of college (along with his teaching degree) he aspires to be an English teacher that will actually mean something to the kids he teaches. His lesson plans are a bit odd, a bit different, but he feels that he’ll actually get kids excited about sonnets and Shakespeare.

Unfortunately, high schools aren’t usually looking for English teachers that resemble homeless people. Refusing to change his appearance once again, Archer began to, desperately, search for any high school in the United States that would hire him. That’s what led him here, to Northwood, a seemingly hospitable town with a welcoming spirit. He can only hope that this new town of his can offer him a job and a can also be a place he can proudly call his new home.

some things i wish i could do all over again,

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