Caleb Carver

Face-up artist(s):

MYOU Carl faceup

Body blushing artist(s):

N/A

Modifications artist(s):

N/A

Tattoo artist(s):

N/A

Date of acquisition:

20 January 2017

Provenance:

The Junky Spot

Reason for choice:

His incredible faceup and face sculpt in general. He has the most beautiful face *o*

Best Points:

His face, absolutely. I can't believe how gorgeous it is.

Worst Points:

He seems strung a little tightly and I'm not experienced enough to know how to deal with it, but it's not a big deal.

Edit: He's already looser by his second day with me, or maybe I'm just getting better at figuring out how to pose him. In either case, he's perfect.

Eyes:

MYOU 16mm grey (random eyes that came with him)

Wig:

Angell-Studio WG314121 (8/9) (not sure if this is a forever choice but it's fine for now)

Favourite colours:

Blacks and greys, mostly.

Fashion style(s):

A mix of modern and stylish from where he works and other shops around there, and secondhand clothes he can actually afford combined into post-apocalypse chic.

Name story:

It came to me, which is funny because I'm not overly fond of the name but it's perfect for him.

Character age:

25.

Character gender:

Male.

Offsite roleplay:

This doll's character is not available for offsite roleplay.

Caleb grew up in Madison, Wisconsin with his parents and little sister Kitty. He always gravitated towards sci-fi and fantasy, and when he went to University of Wisconsin Madison and majored in studio art, his work reflected that from the start. He chose UWM so he could stay close to home--especially his sister, who he's very close to--and when he graduated, he followed her to Austin, Texas, where she was starting her sophomore at University of Texas Austin.

Caleb rents the bedroom of a small house in a rundown area of town from the older lesbian couple who lives there. He got a job in a high end boutique on Congress Street, the most expensive shopping area of the city, and uses most of his money on art supplies, though he does take advantage of his employee discount and sometimes gets carried away clothes shopping in the neighborhood.

It took some time, but when Caleb landed his first big gallery opening, he couldn't be more excited. Or petrified. Or suddenly reminded that he's an introvert and cannot stand even the idea of being in a room full of people all talking about him and to him and judging him for hours on end, but he gets his shit together, buys a fancy outfit he can't afford, makes Kitty swear she'll be there, and gets ready. The night itself is a resounding success and he's almost feeling comfortable when she walks in the front door. Naked and inhuman, too long with too many joints, identical to the main character in his leading painting.

The guests are in awe of this feat of special effects makeup and interactive-ness and the sheer unexpectedness of a naked seemingly inhuman being. Caleb freezes, but Kitty takes over, wraps her in her sweatshirt, and ushers her to the back room. Caleb follows in a daze, wondering vaguely if someone drugged his champagne. And there she is, sitting on the old spinning office chair, and she looks up at him, all too-big eyes and angry confusion, and he says:

"Hi."