Carter Hayes | Civilian

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✧ He's intelligent
✧ He cares about everyone he meets
✧ He's considerate
✧ He thinks deeply

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ He's easily persuaded
✦ He gets offended easily
✦ He can act immaturely
✦ He's gullible
✦ He's easily manipulated


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Parents: Leann Turner (Mother), Richard Turner (Step-Father), Neil Hayes (Father), Janice Hayes (Step- Mother)
Siblings: Max Turner (Half-Brother) Weston Hayes (Half-Brother)
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: His theater arts teacher Mrs. Richardson, his best friend Kenneth Webb
History: Carter Mitchell Hayes was born in Portland, Oregon to his parents Neil and Leann Hayes. He was always a happy kid who loved playing outside with his neighbors around his subdivision. Everything was normal until he turned 9 and his parents couldn't seem to stop fighting or even tolerate each other. He wanted it to stop so badly, but not in the way it did. His parents got a divorce and they fought for custody, which ended up being split custody, so he would stay with his mother during the weekdays and spent the weekends with his father.

His parents eventually both met other people and got married, and Carter was actually okay with it because he had grown fond of his new step-father, although it was a major change he accepted the fact that these people were going to be in his life now, there's no reason to fight it. He became an older brother in both parts of the family, and he loved both of his little brothers.

When he got to middle school, he was bullied pretty heavily because he was considered a "nerd" just because he wore glasses and liked theater more than sports. Despite the efforts of his father, he didn't have the desire to play any sports and loved acting. He endured the bullying to the best of his abilities and just ignored them. When he was 13 years old, he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes whenever his mother insisted that he should be tested for it whenever he was sleeping and drinking more than usually. Their family had a history of diabetics, and he just so happened to have it as well. He began taking insulin shots and had to start eating healthier.

By the time he was entering high school, everyone had stopped since it really didn't seem to phase him. That's when he began reaching out to other people he saw being bullied and would befriend just about everyone, no matter what kind of "category" they were in. He thought of everyone the same and grew to hate labels because they don't exist to him.

Carter began learning the keyboard and guitar in his school and would play around with both instruments in his room with his editing software and microphone and discovered he really liked making his own music. He got a new hobby that he loves even more than making music, and that would be photography. His father bought him a camera for his fifteenth birthday and he's been taking pictures ever since he found out he loved it and actually was good at it! He applied for the position of his school's personal photographer and got the "job" and would go around taking pictures of fellow students and such for the school newspaper and yearbook. He was a junior in high school, but he's already gotten started looking for colleges to pursue a career in photography and is hoping to get a job as a magazine's photographer.




Alias: Hannah
How did you find us?: I RP here.
Experience: A lot
Other Characters: @emmaaa @gabriella Ben Braeden @graysonharris @juliet @brandonbell @julie
RP Sample: *Ben walks in to the wood shop beside his house and begins to sand down his newly built table and then his phone rings. he answers his phone when he sees it's his uncle Grant* Hey, what's up? *he asks holding the phone up against his ear with his shoulder, continuing to sand the table*

Uncle Grant- Drop what you're doing and get over here right now. *his voice sounds sounds stern and slightly frantic*

*he puts down the sandpaper and grabs the keys to his truck* What's going on? *he asks as he turns the lights off in his shop and shuts the door, walking to his truck*

Uncle Grant- Freddie ran off. We were hunting a demon and he ran after him, and now I can't find him. *he has an annoyed tone to his voice, and is slightly out of breath*

*Ben groans annoyed* He knows better than to go after a demon by himself! *he climbs in his pickup truck and slams the door shut and starts it up* I'm on my way, where are you?

Uncle Grant- I'm in the woods near the Watson's old farm. Near that one giant tree with nothing around it.

*Ben nods to himself* Ok, yeah, I remember. I'm on my way, stay there and call me if anything else happens. *he pulls out of the driveway, flinging gravel as he flies onto the road* Damn it, Freddie. *he says to himself, while he speeds all the way to the woods where his uncle told him he was* *he pulls off on the side of the road and turns off his truck,grabs his gun and starts running through the woods and to the giant tree where he sees his Uncle Grant standing there, gun in hand*

Uncle Grant- It's about time you got here, I was about to just keep on looking for him myself. *he starts trotting off in, motioning for Ben to follow*

*He follows Grant and they go through the woods, as they have done several times before* Where do you think he could've went?

Uncle Grant- Well, boy, if I would've known, I wouldn't have called you, now would I?

*Ben stays quiet and keeps looking, whenever he sees a shadow, he stops and grabs his gun*

Uncle Grant- *he stops whenever Ben stops, looking over at him and then to where the shadow is* There's that stupid bastard. *he says annoyed then walks towards him* What the hell were you thinking? *he yells at Freddie*

*Ben stays quiet, but follows Grant over to where Freddie is*

Uncle Freddie- *he looks over to see Ben and Grant walking towards him* I almost had him. *he wipes the sweat off of his face and sighs, the look of disappointment on his face*



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