hello whoever you are, it's nice to meet you ,
the handsome gent is callum félix andrepont .

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Life is very short, and there's no time for
fussing and fighting, my friend. I have
always thought that it's a crime, so I will
ask you once again. Try to see it my way:
Only time will tell if I am right or I am
wrong. While you see it your way there's a
chance that we might fall apart before too
long. We can work it out, we can work it out.


the games are just beginning , ready love ,
know all of the things that make you who you are

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” HELLO CUTIE,JUST WHO MIGHT YOU BE?”
"Hahaha! "Cutie?" Well, Sunshine, I'm Callum Andrepont. Middle name Félix-- just a French-ified version of "Felix," really. I think it means 'lucky' or something like that. But, anyway, first name Callum. People usually call me 'Cal.' I guess "Callum" is just weird, or two-syllable names are less intimate. Actually, some people have called me Hippie, Hippo, Hippiestoner, and other such things. I don't know, I guess it's abnormal for a teenager not to cause, care about, or participate in "high school drama." Oh, well, I don't entirely 'not care,' because I care about the people involved... I just don't see why everyone makes such a fuss. Haha, yeah, my 'loosey-goosey' attitude makes some people think I'm on drugs, but I'm not. I'm just high on life! Haha!"

” THE YOUTH THESE DAYS, JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU AGAIN?"
"I'm seventeen, actually. Nah, I don't have any feelings either way. It's older than sixteen, younger than eighteen. What? Well, anything I can't do now, I won't do when I turn eighteen anyway. Drugs, drinking? No thanks. I may have a "hippie" attitude, but it's au naturale, no artificial sweeteners. Ha! My birthday's not all that far away, anyway: December 26. Okay, yeah, so it's like ten months away. Waiting is easy-- patience is easy."

”SO YOUNG ! ... BUT YOU'RE SO HOT , DONT YOU THINK SO ?”
"'Hot?' Er... Yeah, that's one of those pop-culture phrases that I find semi-derogatory. As to whether or not I find myself attractive, well... sure? Haha, I mean, I have to live with myself, right? I'm what I've got to see every time I look in a reflective surface, so, what good does it do to have a negative opinion? At any rate, I'm just the usual: Brown hair, hazel-ish eyes, average height, normal skin tone. What? Okay-- my hair's a darker kind of brown, and it's between wavy and curly. I let it grow longer than is "normal"-- which is past my ears but not quite to my shoulders-- because I don't like having to worry about getting it cut all the time. It's not like the length of my hair really makes a difference in anything I do, anyway. When it gets a little long, I just wear a bandana, headscarf, or hat or something to keep it out of my eyes and way. It's not a big deal. And my eyes are kind of... well, it's easier to call them "hazel," but they're really more of a weird, light green. Oh, and I'm five foot nine-ish. Yeah, that's sort of short for a guy, but I'm still taller than some. And, the way I see it, it's average: 'Cause at my vantage point, I can't see up anyone's noses, or give an early warning for baldness. I guess you could call my skin "fair," but it isn't really. I mean, I don't really tan, and I don't really burn. I don't know if that's the whole "beast" thing going on, or just genetics."

all they ever talk about is you kid ,
i dont mind spending every day out on your corner

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” "SO ... WHAT KINDS OF THINGS ARE YOU INTERESTED IN?""

peace. love. happiness. (no, really). nature. the "little things". old music.
music in general. friends. people. laughter. sunshine. rain. green things.
old movies. kids' movies. jokes. smiles. making people smile. climbing trees.
water. swimming. physical activities. doing nothing. comfortable things.
making things. honestly, almost anything and everything. life in general.


” "GEEZE ... ANYTHING YOU DONT LIKE ?""

sadness. anger. arguments. fighting. sarcasm. teasing or making fun of others.
insults. hatred. anxiety. violence. the beasts' way of deciding hierarchy.
arrogance. rudeness. brutality. insensitivity. frivolous accessories or belongings.
materialism. selfishness. wasting time. pain.



” "KAY LETS GET TO THE GOOD STUFF , JUST WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF ?""

"How is fear a good thing? Wait, you're one of those people that enjoys scary movies, aren't you? No, I tend to avoid those. I don't see the appeal in scaring yourself witless, getting your nerves all amped, over nothing. It's weird. Oh, right: My fears. Well, the easy one is the one that paints me as a wimpy coward-- which I guess I am anyway: Pain. Physical, emotional; to me or others, it doesn't matter. I hate seeing people in pain, seeing people giving others pain-- the idea of it honestly turns my stomach. When tension gets high and people start getting mad, well, lame as it is, I have been known to get so nervous I get an instant, nervous rash. Haha! I'm almost allergic to contention, is how it is. Ha! Anyway, I hate it when people fight. Arguing even, verbal blows and not physical ones, is enough to make me antsy and frazzled and anxious. Why can't everyone just get along? Because all any sort of fighting leads to, is pain. Internal or external, that's all that comes of it: People hurting. I don't like it! I really don't. So, I guess you could say I'm afraid of pain. Yeah, kind of a weird fear in the face of stuff like fear of dying, or the dark. No, the dark doesn't bother me. I haven't met a beast yet who is scared of the dark. And dying? Oh, no. Not at all. I'm perfectly comfortable with the fact that, at some point, I will go the way of all the earth. Everything dies, I will, too. It's just a fact of life, death is. Now, getting old? That scares me a bit. Becoming frail and delicate, weak and incapable? What if I can't move on my own? Eat on my own? Talk or communicate at all? What if I go blind, or deaf? Not being able to see the way the wind ripples tall grass, or not being able to hear music-- that is my "death." That is the worst thing I can imagine happening to myself."


”HYPOTHETICALLY, IF YOU WERE HARRY POTTER, WHO WOULD YOUR
AMORTENTIA LOVE POTION BE *WINK* ?""

"Harry Potter? I don't think I ever read that... Oh, wait, yes I did. The first... one. Maybe two. I can't remember. I didn't like it very much-- so much about predestination, hating people, fighting, killing, evil, and all that. Not quite my cup of tea, haha. But, I assume that the word "love" in that question means your asking something about my current romantic prospects. Well, besides my undying love of life, the universe, and everything, I am quite contentedly unattached. Don't look so appalled! I mean, I'm only seventeen. I don't get the whole "love" thing as a teenager. Sure, I deeply love my friends and my family, that's not what I mean. I just don't get how kids my age get so whipped up into a frenzy over each other. We're only in our teens. Haven't even been alive for two decades. How do we know what love is? Soulmates? 'Like,' sure. You can like somebody, and like them a lot. I just don't like that people toss around the word "love" so frivolously. Well, I mean the deeper connotation of love. I just think it's... odd, the way that it's almost expected for teenagers to trip over themselves for each other. We've barely begun to live our own lives, yet we're trying to say we're ready to share someone else's? I don't agree.

Whoa! Haha, sorry-- I kind of went on a tangent there. I guess all you wanted me to say was that I am 'quite contentedly unattached,' like I said in the beginning. Haha! Whoops!"

"AND TELL ME , JUST WHAT DO YOU DESIRE ? I'M A GENIE YOU KNOW"

"No way?! Oh my stars and garters, that is so cool! I mean, shifters and everything being real is kinda nifty, but genies too?! Oh, man. That's just so rad. Hold on, now let me think.

Haha, wow. First thing that comes to mind is going to make you, like some others at this school, think I'm gay: World peace. Oh, stop laughing! Come on. Just because it's the generic "Miss America" answer doesn't mean that-- Okay, laugh it up. But, really. What better thing could anyone possibly want than worldwide, international peace? Better than that: Peace between every living thing on the planet. No disagreements turning neighbor against neighbor; no children in one country growing up and being taught to hate another. No murders, no thefts. No wars, no tears. That would be perfect."



you talk about it but we'll make it happen ,
tap on my window knock on my door , i wanna make you ...

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"YEAHH ... I'M NOT REALLY ... BUT WHERE ARE YOU FROM?"

"Aw, nuh-uh? Jeez, you had me going there for a second. You just looked so serious... Oh, right. Well, my genealogy goes back to France-- we're pretty French. Well, not so much that I'm fluent in the language, but, I know how to cook some French foods and I can whip out a genuine French accent, if I wanted. Haha! Well, that's my family history, anyway. I actually grew up an army brat on a base in Russia. Yes, Russia. You know, it's actually not so angry and mean and bitter and bad as the movies make it look. I like to think it was a nice place to grow up. Anyway, when my dad retired, we packed up and shuffled to Canada. Dawning, to be precise. I guess it was just that my parents liked that I would be around a bunch of other shifters. That's just my theory, though. I don't quite know. I go to visit them, once in a while. They like they're peaceful, silent, undisturbed lifestyle."


"*COUGHS* SO ... SHAPESHIFTING EH ?"

"Yup. It has its pros and cons, like everything else. ...Mostly cons, but... That's just my perspective. Being a beast is worse than the others, I guess-- I mean, fighting. Fighting. So much fighting, all the time. And what are they fighting for? "Royalty"? What is royalty, in 2010? There haven't been legitimate "royals" on the North American continent in centuries upon centuries. It's just a social status symbol-- word, really. They're beating each other, hurting each other, for a nonexistent and self-centered concept that helps the well-being of others and the world not at all.

Well. Enough about politics. Simply put, I'm a commoner. My parents were commoners. In the shapeshifting world, I've never seen my parents fight. Perhaps their loving, empathetic, peaceable example helped me along into who and how I am today. My father was a soldier, in the "real" world; that was his job. Though, he didn't carry a gun or jump out of a plane. We lived on the base because dad worked there-- he was one of those "nerdy" types, I guess. At any rate, I'm not a fighter; and especially not to improve my "rank" in an imaginary social system.

...What... What's worse is... Well, I could beat them all, if I wanted. It's so foolish. Beasts' way of doing things is so flawed... The whole royal/commoner idea is flawed! But especially our way. It's just... all it is is the luck of the draw. If you're born and your beast form is a muskrat, you're pretty well screwed over. If you're born a, an African lion, then everything's tipped in your favor. From birth, a beast is being analyzed and sized up to how good of a fighter he or she will be. I... I don't tell anyone my beast form. Not like anyone really goes around asking-- That would be like normal humans walking up to each other and, during the whole introductory phase, asking, "Haha, yeah! So, and, um, what's your shoe size?" It's stilted, awkward, and just... socially odd. Not necessarily invasive, but just not something you would, in good manners, ask somebody. So, well, it's good for me that people don't usually ask, and don't care. It's enough for them to know I'm a beast. Plus, my passive behavior and outlook on life has gotten be labeled as a house-cat, anyway. It's a widely-accepted fact that I turn into a cat or a rabbit. Most of my peers hold the belief of one or the other. Which is perfectly fine with me. I'm not usually a fan of lying, but in this case, it's far better than what would happen if people got a hold of the truth. ... I'm a kodiak bear. The largest species of bear, and one of the largest land mammals on the planet. I'm a fifteen-hundred pound, ten foot tall monstrosity of dinner knife-long claws, a mouth full of teeth, and thick, heavy fur that could easily deter an attack. I'm a behemoth. One of nature's best, biggest, and baddest.

I am ashamed."


"WHAT IS YOUR FAMILY LIKE ?"

"Well, that's certainly a lighter note. I appreciate the change of subject. Thank you. Well, I am an only child. Sure wish I had siblings-- I'm a big supporter of family loyalty, familial bonds and all that. (It's the reason why I can't wrap my head around my best friend always fighting with her step sister. I just... I don't get how or why they do that. They're family. Haven't they ever seen Disney's Lilo and Stitch? I mean, come on. Hahaha!) My parents and I... we're a very tightly-knit family. We're all smiles and games, laughter and good times. We cook together, and flick sauce on each other, have water "fights," and goof off. We're happy, cheerful folk. My mom, in particular, was a sincere optimist. She'd be driving me to school or something, and another driver whipped in and cut her off. She would never get angry. Ever. She would say something like, "Oh! They must not have seen me." Or, "Oh, they must be having a bad day." She is the nicest, purest soul I have ever encountered. My father, he is more of the calm, quiet type. I would see him some days, home from work, with his feathers ruffled (so to speak), but he didn't complain about anything. He just took it all in and kept it there. He's a strong, strong man. He never wanted to be the cause for someone else's suffering-- because that's all complaining is, really, if you think about it. I heard somewhere, a proverb that goes like, "shared sorrow is double sorrow." Meaning that your sorrow doesn't go away, and now someone else is sorrowful, too. What good is that? I love my parents. They are brilliant examples to me, always have been. Now that I'm at school all the time, and getting ready to get out on my own, we don't get together quite as much. It's fine, really: It's the whole "leaving the nest" thing. (Though, in our case it's more like leaving the den, I suppose. Ha!) We're not very excitable folk, really; and, besides. It's just a part of life, us growing apart. Nothing to get upset about."


"AND JUST WHERE WERE YOU BEFORE LES AMES PERDUES ACADEMY ?"

"Hahaha! Not much to tell, really, that I haven't already said: I was born in France and lived there until I was like three or four when my father was re-stationed at Russian army base. We lived there until I was about sixteen, then we moved here to Canada for them to settle down and me to be with other shifters and finish up my final years of high school. Haha, this is where I met my best friend-- yes. She's a girl. No, I'm still not gay. Yeesh. And, well... basically that's it. A few moves and here I am. Haha, I tried to tell you I wasn't interesting!"


COME OUT COME OUT WE SEE WHO YOU ARE ,
I'm in the business of misery , lets take it from the top

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and you all know Ms FERN of SIX BILLION AND TWO
came to play. Don't underestimate her; they found us
by following the smell of awesome one way or another.
Only way to talk is list PM is best, fersers babies,
but watch out -- she's got YOUR MOM (not really >>) on their side
what's worse is that she's allergic to caffeine. No, really. I'm not kidding.

// well look at that !
someone's been accepted ,

PEACE . LOVE . HAPPINESS , awhhh he just made me smile and feel
all warm and cuddly inside . dude i clicked the picture of the bear and
went all " D: HOLY SMOKES ! THATS ONE BIG ASS BEAR " but he is
love <33 BIG BROTHER BEAR KODAAA HERE TO SPREAD THE JOY.
i love him to itty bitty pieces , dont forget to get your claims and whore
cal out like there's no tomorrow ! thread ! post ! be merry :] and thank
you again for joining wtse ! hope to see a lot of you