Post by caleb j. mosher on Aug 14, 2012 9:59:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] Caleb Jason Mosher  seventeen || level two || drug abuse/kleptomania || austin butler || male nicknames: called CJ by family. orientation: Straight age/dob: Seventeen - January 27 member group: Level two anything else?: personality: Caleb tries to be a decent person. He doesn't want people to know about his problem with kleptomania, because he fears that will be looked down upon. When confronted about it, he feels ashamed and humiliated. He also worries about his actions embarassing his parents. Caleb feels like he is under pressure all the time. When it's not pressure from his parents or his friends, it's pressure to steal. Or, rather, not to steal, to fight the urges he has otherwise. He doesn't want to take things, but he can't help it sometimes. The urge is too strong, and afterwards, he just feels a sense of euphoria that he can not explain. Stealing is a high for him, a rush that he can not replicate. Although, that hasn't stopped him from trying. When Caleb began making attempts to control his stealing, he turned to drugs as a replacement. Caleb's attitude toward drugs is that getting high is better than stealing, so he does not see a problem with them. brief history: As a child, no one would have ever guessed that Caleb would go down this road. His parents are both successful lawyers, owning their own law firm. Caleb had everything he needed, and most of what he wanted. Toys, video games, skateboards, instruments, you name it and he probably had it. He was well liked in school and summer camps, and he was really involved with music lessons. He never got into much trouble. It wasn't until he was around 14 when his problems began. Some of his friends had this idea to start taking tokens from houses that they'd be in. It was a sort of competition of who could lift the most without getting caught. After a few months of this game, the other kids grew bored and moved on to their next scheme. Caleb, however, was hooked. Stealing gave him a rush that he'd never felt before, and a release from all the pressure that he was starting to feel from his parents. It almost a year before Caleb ever got caught taking anything. The first few times, his parents assumed he was acting out, due to the long hours that they had been putting in at work, and they smoothed situations out the best they could. At one point when Caleb was almost 16, he got suspended from school for taking another student's cell phone. It was absurd to Mr. and Mrs. Mosher, because Caleb already had a top of the line phone. When he swore over and over that he just could not help himself, they started looking more into his problems. He was enrolled in counseling, and grounded until he turned 16. Caleb expressed that he did not want to take anything, but he felt compelled. He explained to his counselor, after months of sessions, that the feeling it gave him was a euphoric release from all the stress and pressure that life threw at him. He was trying to change, trying to be the upstanding son that his parents deserved. That is when his drug use began. As a wealthy kid going to a private school, drugs are not something hard to come by. His friends all smoke marijuana, and he'd done so numerous times in the past, but that was about it up to this point in his life. Drugs of choice for Caleb are Xanax and marijuana. Occasionally he gets drunk as well, but he tries to avoid mixing alcohol and Xanax too frequently. Usually if he is drinking, the only other drug he uses simultaneously is marijuana. The biggest problem so far happened when Caleb overdosed on Xanax. He had a seizure, but luckily one of his friends had the sense to get him to the emerengcy room. This is what caused his father to make the decision to admit him to the rehab center. roleplay sample: Why hadn't she gone with the expedition team? Sophia was upset with herself. She was a journalist, she should be out with the group, exploring the unknown so she could write about it later. First hand. But no, she was going to have to rely on what she would be told by the expedition team, upon their return to Brookfield. Second hand accounts were never as good as first hand experience, that was a fact that Sophia knew very well. It had been fear that prevented Sophia from signing up. She held a great fear of the unknown, and now everything outside of the city of Brookfield was unknown to her. That, and the fact that she was shy by nature. The young editor was terrified of traveling with a group of people that she did not know. A few of the kids that had signed up were people whom Sophia had met at some point, but most of them were complete strangers to her. She could not imagine spending every moment with these people for weeks on end, it was just too much for her. Regret was a feeling that Sophia was now familiar with, and she fully realized that her inhibitions are what prevented her from going along. "You are such a stupid little child! Grow up!" She shouted at herself inside the empty warehouse that she had walked into a few moments before. When it dawned on her that she'd rather be out exploring than being cooped up in her office, Sophia had decided to take a walk around the city, and this is where she'd ended up. It was a run down old warehouse, and it appeared to be furniture storage. There were sofas, bed frames, end tables, and an array of other furnishings scattered about, some covered, some exposed to the elements. It seemed like no one had taken any interest in this place, and the lights were burned out, save for two or three of the large florescents that hung from the ceiling. Moving about the storage facility, Sophia wondered if anyone had been to this place recently. It did not appear so to her, but what did she know, anyway? A whole lot of nothing, that was what. aimee || twenty-three || 10 years || yes, indeed. |
