Sam ran back to his dorm room and showered. He put on some new clothing and went out to find his friends. "What did they leave me behind for?" He thought to himself, slightly annoyed. He didn't mind too much, his tracking skills had gotten pretty advanced since his time following Lance and Janet. He caught up to them in no time, but when he saw that they were dancing, he decided to give them some space for the moment.
Sam noticed that Lisette seemed distracted. "If you're looking for Lance, he's probably with Janet." He pointed to where he saw Janet. "I wouldn't recommend bothering them though. Lance gets pretty annoyed if you bug him while he's with Janet, trust me." He danced a little closer to Lisette. "But if you ask me, Lance is kind of boring. Why don't you hang out with me for a while."
Name: Caleb Picone
Nickname:n/a
age:18
school status:um.....loner?
grade:12
Height: 5'3
Body:lean
hair: dirty blonde chin length
eyes:light brown
Powers: to heal and bring back to life, by palm of hand. Also can suck energy and kill people
Hometown: Seattle, Washington
Mother: deceased
Father: deceased
favorite Hero: none
Friends:none
Outfit: oversized yellow and gray button up sweater, with a white tee under, large white framed sunglasses, black fingerless gloves. Ripped jeans and dirty blue chucks
identifying marks: hidden cuts on both arms, dates of when his parents died on the back of his neck.
PERSONALITY: loner, rebel, smokes cigarttes, plays guitar. Shy, diseased with depression
Caleb sat outside under a tree, strumming clumsly at his guitar, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He hummed a little to himself. He leaned back and ran his fingers in his hair and looked at the sky. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he shook the thoughts of his past out and continued strumming.