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Name: Jackson Cavener
Age: 22
Race/religion/gender: White/Roman - Catholic/Male
Parents: Nick and Nicole Cavener
Style of dress: Business
Hometown: Siena, Italy
Marital status/family: Single
Most embarrassing moment: Meeting with the President of Harvard and I asked when the baby was due, she wasn't pregnant.
Greatest fear: Box Jellyfish
Strongest desire: Live a happy life, and own a castle in France.
Job: Studying at Cambridge University to become an actuary.
Where he/she wants to be in 5 years: Be a graduated actuary and be working for the family business.
Guiltiest pleasure: Spending money on dumb stuff, when I know I should donate it.
Identifying marks: Scar on calf, got cut on fence when jumping it, coming home from church.
Mannerisms/gestures: Quite, arms folded, helpful
What he/she was like in school: Quite, did work, did not complain
Favorite sayings: You can't help everyone everywhere but you can help someone somewhere
Favorite quotes from songs: Well I know what right, I got just one life
Favorite movie quotes: My name is Dewey Finn, I'm not a licensed teacher, but I have been touched by your kids, and I'm pretty sure I've touched them.
Most valuable possession: My education
What he/she feels about love: Don't tell them you love them, show them you love them
Philosophy of life: Accomplish all of my dreams, make and keep my wife happy. To help other people accomplish what they want too.

Adaptation

Ever since I can remember I played the fiddle. I got my first fiddle at 2 and been playing ever since. My dad taught me how to play, he was real good. My dad was the best fiddle player in the state of Georgia. I told him I would be better than him, someday. He told me to practice, practice, practice and someday I just might be. One night my parents went to see a movie. They said they would be back a little after ten. Ten came and went when about midnight I heard a knock on the door. Tired, I answered it, it was the police. The policeman told me my parents were involved in a car accident and did not make it. I was crushed, all I wanted to do is play my fiddle which reminded me of my dad. I did as my dad said and practiced. I was getting better and before I knew it I was the best in the state of Georgia. I loved my fiddle and took it everywhere I went. One day I was going down to the pond to sit and think about life and practice my fiddle when all of the sudden a huge beam of light blinded me. I thought maybe God was giving me back my dad until I could see again and realized it was the complete opposite. It was the Devil, with a golden fiddle! He started talking to me and saying how even though I was the best fiddle player in Georgia he could beat me. Dazed and confused I though OK, your gonna loose. Then he said if you lose I get your soul, if you win you get my golden fiddle. My parents taught me not to ever gamble, but I thought that I could beat him. I took his bet and prayed to God to help me. The Devil started out, the piece he played was fast and nothing I have ever heard before. He was good. It was my turn, I played a piece my dad wrote, it too was fast and crazy noted. I played it flawlessly. The Devil knew he had been beat he tried to get to have a re-match and was hesitant on giving me the fiddle. I finally got my golden fiddle and continued on my way to the pond. My dad would be proud of me!