Name: Caelyn Anderson

Appearance: [img]http://ts4.mm.bing.net/th?id=HN.608036213902413799&pid=15.1&P=0[/img]

Gender: Male

Age:26

Occupation: Music Agent 

Place of Residence: Nashville, TN

Bio: Caelyn was originally from a small town in eastern Tennessee. His parents are just small town farmers who settled and were content with having their privacy. Caelyn on the other hand, has had so many bad experiences with the outdoors that it is the last place he wants to be. 

None as bad as when he was 11 years old. He was playing out in his backyard running along a cornfield along the edge of the woods, when suddenly he heard a loud roar. He looked up just in time to see a mountain lion in a tree with his teeth bore at him. Caelyn did the only thing he could think and ran. He rans as fast and hard as he could, hearing the cornstalks break all around him. He kept looking back and it got him disoriented. The next thing he new he was amongst corn stalks taller than him with no discernible direction. Not wanting to press his luck he ran until suddenly a sharp pain arose in his midsection. Looking down in shock, he saw it, the barbed wire fence he ran straight into. The barbs were pressed so deep into his midsection all he could do was scream. He knew he risked the mountain lion finding him, but he didn't care. The pain was worse than anything he had ever imagined. It sent him into a panic and he scrambled to try to get free. That only made things worse and it dug the barbs deeper. He screamed and stood there for what seemed like hours, until he blacked out. The last thing he saw before closing his eyes was that scarecrow. Its soulless eyes staring straight into him, like a vulture waiting on a meal. Then everything faded. When the light reappeared he was in his bed with his mom holding his hand. 

 Caelyn caught himself running his fingers over the barbed scars as he grimaced away that memory. That damned scarecrow still haunted him in his dreams. It got so bad that a few years ago he returned home and ripped the scarecrow down and burned it. "Burn in hell and stay out of my dreams you damned freak." Caelyn added as a short eulogy. He thought then it would give him closure. He could not have been more wrong. To its credit, the scarecrow DID stay out of Caelyn's dreams, but now he made it more he made it real. It was following him. He would go to sleep at night and look out his window and what started off as hundreds of yards away has became scratching on the window each night. Caelyn knew he had to get out. So in an act of desperation he got a transfer out to Los Angeles to a new studio. Caelyn paid for packing to pack and move him. He got in his car and drove out as soon as he could. 
 
Driving down the interstate proved a harder task than he gave it credit for and somewhere around Nebraska he got turned around, got lost, and ended up in..... Iowa? "Where in the blue hell is Rainey, Iowa?" Caelyn asked himself. He decided it was a great place to stop and get his bearings right, after a nights sleep. "The Hawkeye Inn huh? Good as any I suppose." After checking in, Caelyn crashed and got a peaceful nights sleep. He immediately awoke and got moving. He had a long days travel ahead of him and wanted to make sure that he got a move on it. After hours of driving and cornfields (shudders) and more cornfields the sun started to set and Caelyn knew he had to find a place to check in. It was raining badly and a neon light signaled his location he was after. He couldn't really make it out but he knew it had to be a hotel. After pulling in the immediate feeling of deja-vu enveloped Caelyn, especially after seeing the Hawkeye Inn sign.

Stalker: "Crow"
[img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qts77OdkRdY/S-tuzsyNDzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/tcnymyv2vgQ/s1600/crow4.jpg[/img]

Crow has been watching Caelyn all his life. But recently the last few years has taken an extra interest in him. Probably because he burned him and cursed him to hell. Each night Crow creeps just a little bit closer to Caelyn's room but no one else sees him. He had sought counseling but they told him it was him running from some kind of traumatic event. Hell maybe they were right. But now it was getting out of hand. He started scratching on the windows and everything. 

Sorry if its sloppy really tired I can definitely refine just wanted to get a shell up!