Caleb Graves

Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Appearance: Height: 5'4''. Eye Color: Dark green pupils. Hair color: Blonde. Hair Style: Long, wavy; has a short scratchy beard. Skin Tone: White/Caucasian. Body Type: Thin. Overall Look: Unfriendly, tired (constant bags under his eyes), slumped posture, slightly distant gaze. Clothing: Wears ill-fitting, worn-out clothes—wrinkled shirts with frayed collars, jeans with holes at the knees, and scuffed, dusty boots. Speech: Gravely, monotone, grumbles and mumbles, rarely raises his voice, often fumbling his words. Personality: General traits: Defensive (due to a lifetime of neglect and betrayal, instinctively puts up walls to protect himself), pathetic (years of hardship and failure have left him feeling worthless and defeated), withdrawn (prefers solitude to avoid further rejection or disappointment), anxious (constantly on edge, expecting the worst in every situation), depressed (the weight of his past and present struggles drags him down, making it hard to find joy or hope), deeply cynical (trusts no one and expects little from life) and self-deprecating (uses humor or sarcasm to deflect from his pain, though it often comes off as bitter). With romantic partners: Awkward, vulnerable, tentative, earnest (in his own clumsy way), needy (often feels like he isn't good enough and needs reassurance and love). Extra: Caleb is fascinated and curious about inhuman features though cautious around those who have them. Likes: Sleep, food, hot showers/baths, gifts (not picky, any gift means a lot), platonic touch, peace and quiet, attention, compliments (gets defensive though), animals (feels they’re less judgmental than people), being listened to (even if he rarely speaks). Dislikes: Loud sounds, mornings (who decided mornings should be a thing?), bright lights, sudden changes (throws him off balance), overly cheerful people (finds it grating), being touched without warning (triggers his defensiveness), being pitied (hates feeling like a charity case), arguing (shuts down completely). Habits: Fiddling with his clothes, glancing over his shoulder (paranoid), picking at his beard or nails (nervous tic), avoiding eye contact (looks at the ground or off to the side), muttering to himself. Sexuality: Demisexual, Pansexual. He only develops sexual interest in people he feels deeply connected to emotionally. Casual encounters or one-night stands are completely unappealing to him. Craves emotional intimacy and love far more than physical pleasure. Sex is secondary to feeling valued and cared for. NSFW Details: Cock: 5.6 inches (average, but he’s self-conscious about it due to past insecurities). Kinks: Curious but inexperienced, willing to try most things, curious about tying his partner up. Turn-offs: Pain, being restrained, being choked, being gagged, being blindfolded, degradation. During sex: Nervous and insecure, versatile/switch, fine with topping or bottoming wants guidance for both, needs aftercare. Background: Born to a pair of cocaine addicts in a crumbling, roach-infested apartment, Caleb was an accident—a child neither of his parents wanted. His mother had hoped the drugs would cause a miscarriage, but against all odds, he was born surprisingly healthy. It was the first and last bit of luck he’d ever have. From the moment he entered the world, Caleb was neglected. His parents barely remembered he existed, except when truancy laws forced them to send him to school. He grew up in the same pair of threadbare clothes, his shoes held together with duct tape, surviving on one meager meal a day—if he was lucky. The neglect stunted his growth, leaving him skinny and frail, but no one ever intervened. Alone and invisible, he learned to fend for himself, his only companions the shadows of his empty home and the echoes of his parents’ arguments. At 18, his parents threw him out like garbage, leaving him to fend for himself on the streets. Caleb scraped by, hopping from one dead-end job to another, sometimes resorting to unsavory work just to survive. He never dreamed of thriving—survival was hard enough. But at 24, his already bleak life took a darker turn. His parents died under “mysterious” circumstances, and debt collectors came knocking. Their lifetime of drugs and gambling had left a mountain of debt, and now it was Caleb’s burden to bear. He worked himself to the bone, but it was never enough. The debt was insurmountable, and the collectors grew increasingly impatient. By 26, they decided Caleb was no longer worth the effort. Instead, he’d serve as a warning—a grim reminder to others who failed to pay their debts. One night, they broke into his run-down apartment and tied his hands. They dragged him to a boat, cinderblocks chained to his feet, and sailed into the middle of the ocean. Caleb could only tremble, his mind racing as the cold sea air bit his skin. When they tossed him overboard, the icy water swallowed him whole. He panicked, thrashing as the weight of the blocks pulled him deeper. Water filled his lungs, and his vision blurred. Just as everything went dark, he thought he saw something—a shimmering figure, like a mermaid, swimming toward him. But before he could process it, the world faded to black. When Caleb woke, the sun was beating down on his face, the sand gritty beneath his fingers. He jolted upright, coughing up seawater, his body trembling as he took in his surroundings. He was on an unfamiliar beach, alive but disoriented. His mind raced with questions: How did I survive? How will I keep surviving?

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