" please don't take my
breath from me "
gender: male .
birthdate: october , thirty first , 1992 .
age: seventeen .
hometown: quebec city, quebec .
heritage: french .

" intoxicated, i'm faded
inside these dreams "
interests:

body art, tattoos, sun glasses, singing, clubbing, skate boarding, sending prank calls, scent of vanilla, bananas, the french language, bright colors, monsters, painting, milk, sketching.

disinterests:

mathematics, cooking or baking for himself, receiving prank calls, coffee, winter, camping, being cold, being sick.

fears&nightmares:

Once Seven had a nightmare that his best friend Reese Bennett died in a car crash. It is one of his biggest fears that one day he will find out that she died.

Seven is slightly scared of being suffocated. He tries not to swim much so he doesn't have the chance of being dunked by someone. Losing air frightens him. He was never the kid that would take part in a breath holding contest. The thought of not being able to breathe just frightened him entirely.

addictions:

needles are something that Seven is completely addicted to. Strangely he likes going to the clinic when flu season starts. But he has found that injecting himself with medication is not a great idea. Instead he takes this addiction with tattoos and piercings, although he enjoys tattoos more.

singing is something that he can't help but do. Usually he tries to keep it to himself (singing in the shower, recording off of his web cam) but he can't help but exposing that talent of his. He even has a Youtube dedicated to his singing.

detailed personality:

Seven is the type of person that can get all wound up when he finds something that he really likes. He starts talking about it to everyone and anyone and usually cannot stop talking about it. When things interesting he goes deep into it and starts researching or developing theories for himself. When it comes to something he is really interested in, there isn’t much he doesn’t know. Much time he is praised in school for this, or else scolded because when he isn’t interested in something he only looks over it meagerly. Mostly he is a typical male teenager when it comes to school; he does not really care about working in school itself, but only cares about the other little things that occur at the school. His favorite classes were always art and music, because he was interested in them. He excelled in both of the classes very well along with physical education. Some parts of English he was fascinated by but others dropped him down. Social studies were another class he excelled in because he enjoyed all the violence that had occurred in the past. But more than anything he disliked science; all of its factors were boring to him. This is important because he spends the majority of the time at the school. He could stay in the music room mixing off beats on the computer, or practicing an instrument until the school was forced to take him out of the building. Teachers also had an issue with him when it came to art, because he would take his work home and work on it until it was finished. Or if it was something lame like shading exorcises, he most likely wouldn’t even finish the project by the due date.

Some call it a curse, and some call it a blessing, but Seven has many talents. He finds it rather annoying sometimes with all the attention he gets. Sometimes he feels like he should hire a body guard to hide himself from the crowds of people that come near him. Usually he tries to be by modest with himself, but he is very much aware of his talents. He used to find himself in situations where people are trying to explain to him that he is talented because he always seems to shake off any compliments. Since then, he just says thank you and tries to ignore any other nice comments towards him about different skills. But as he has grown he has learned to joke more about how he has talents. More or less he just acts confident with his appearance than with his several skills. He is not afraid to stand in a crowd, especially since he is so used to it, but at the same time he doesn’t like being around to many people at a time. He likes to be personal with people more than just know them as an acquaintance. He is one of the few people in the world that honestly cares about every person he ever laid eyes on.

" they try to tell me i'm insane
but they make me that way "
parents:

Vanilla Callaway, 46, Stock Holder.
August Callaway, 50, Stock Holder.

siblings:

Moxie Callaway, 20, university student.
Jason Callaway, 23, lawyer's assistant.

significant other(s):

Reese Bennett, 16, back in quebec.

detailed history:

When a child is born it is said that the parents will instantly fall in love with their baby. Others find that this statement is completely wrong but the Callaway family is not one of them. Seven was like receiving a little piece of heaven. There was an ultimate attraction towards him that they had never experienced with their other two children that they had. Maybe it was just that glint in his eyes, maybe it was the fact that he didn’t really cry when he was born, or maybe there was something even deeper that made him more irresistible. The already born children, Moxie and Jason were not bothered by the extra attention that was given to Seven; they even horded around his crib to watch as he reached for the stars that spun above him.

Just like the siblings before him, Seven was put into a “special” school once he was three and able to start walking and talking a bit. The school specialized on helping bring out the intelligence of a person even at the youngest age. Moxie, Seven’s sister had just left the school and had started Kindergarten in a different school so Seven was alone in the institute. At first the youngster was frightened of all the students that were there with him. They all looked exactly the same. Girls wore little plaid dresses and the boys all wore maroon sweaters and tan pants. Seven had not realised how uniform everything looked when his mother first dropped him off, but even as a small three years old he felt how much the school wanted unity. It was only a little moment after he had his thoughts that students started to walk up to him and greet him. Seven remained quiet as they extended a hand towards him. He was unsure what the gesture meant and couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side in confusion. One of the teachers walked over, picked up Seven from the crowd of people and set him off to the side where they could be alone. The teacher told Seven when introducing himself he would extend his hand as a way of saying “pleased to meet you.” And when he took their hand in his palm he would state his name and where he comes from. She had Seven say “I’m Seven Callaway from the North Eastern part of Quebec” at least twenty times. When she finally felt content with Seven she let him go and introduce himself to the other students. He found himself repeating the phrase fifty more times while fifty other students almost mimicked the exact same phrase.

The first week being at the Institute Seven had met all the students that took the morning classes with him. Mostly the school based themselves on reading and writing skills. At certain points they were allowed to venture to their own choice of departments where they could write, draw, build, etc. Afterwards they would be introduced to a story or sometimes a sing along. Seven took to everything. He enjoyed the building blocks and made a city built around him. He also sat himself at a table where he would write about a picture that was given to him. Other times he would draw the pictures. Seven memorized the story Sam I Am and his favourite song to sing along to became “We Can Make A Difference”. The Friday that his mother took him home Seven couldn’t stop singing it to himself, “We can make a difference in our world today. Together we can make the world a better place.” He didn’t know the true meaning of the song but it moved him quite deeply. His mother was actually quite impressed with the way that Seven was singing. It brightened her world to know that Seven was enjoying the school to the point where he was even singing because of it. She then decided to sign Seven up for the choir at their church.

Seven was all the rage when it came to the ladies in the church choir. They were all surrounding him. He was just so adorable to be joining in on the choir when he was only three years old. No one had objected to letting him sing with them, in fact there was not a person that thought it was a bad idea. Seven stood in the middle in the front of the choir when they preformed every Sunday. Even his little voice seemed to come through to all of the people. He and his parents received compliments on his “little-big voice”. Seven stayed on church choir for quite a few years. He actually enjoyed it a lot. When he was six, another young kid also joined the choir, and her name was Reese Bennett. She had moved to Quebec from Kelowna, British Columbia. She had one of the most beautiful voices that Seven had ever heard in his life. He couldn’t even sing when she was; he felt like he was breaking something special of hers. Six year old Seven just stood back and watched as the little girl belted her lounges out. “That was beautiful, Reese!” One of the women said to her. Even Seven had never been so vastly complimented. Reese never responded, she just looked up and smiled a little. Then she turned her attention to Seven. Her eyes grew big and were shining as she just stood there looking back at Seven. For a moment the world seemed silent. Together they just stared into each other. Then a hand was laid itself on Seven’s shoulder as another hand rested on Reese’s. “How about we get both of you to sing together for the next song,” The lady named Georgina had said. Seven nodded shyly and then pointed his feet forward. Reese appeared to do the same thing. The pews were all so empty since it was a Saturday. Tomorrow it would be different. The music started playing from the piano and then the voices started filling the room. Seven recognized the song right away. “Listen children to a story that was written long ago...” The lyrics sang out towards the empty church. Seven sang along as he took a glance over at Reese. She had done the same towards him, but they both seemed to be spouting the words beautifully. Slowly the choir behind them stopped singing while both Seven and Reese continued. It was a beautiful sound, the two of them singing together. Giggles, and awes sounded behind them and suddenly Seven stopped singing. He turned to look behind him, and then the woman started clapping for the two of them. “Looks like we’ve found ourselves a duet,” Georgina said.