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Need to finish classes before I really get this going; as it says in the OP. That and I've been drunk for the last couple days, hence meaning I haven't even read most of the sheets yet.The Hairminator said:
Due to educational restraints I shall not be starting the RP until the date set in the OPXxSummonerxX said:
Thank you for your interest however, its good to see players chomping at the bit. The final thing is that there is still a selection process to go forward in order to select the 6-8 people who will be participating in the RP. Until that time comes, the RP cannot begin.
Thank you again
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Also added more lore.
Anyone interested should assume their sheets now read, if you want input PM me saying so and I will somehow get you some critique between binge drinking, school revision and work
Anyone interested should assume their sheets now read, if you want input PM me saying so and I will somehow get you some critique between binge drinking, school revision and work
Again added more to the lore and precursers to the RP
Also will have sent those who PM'd me their critique by today. Know that there is one week left to tweak and refine sheets before submissions close.
Also will have sent those who PM'd me their critique by today. Know that there is one week left to tweak and refine sheets before submissions close.
I've made one tiny change to my character in accordance with the conversation we had last night.Lost In The Void said:
So...here's my sheet. Meet Cael.
Name: Caelan "Cael"
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Description:
Physical characteristics
Caelan is a bit shorter than those her age, standing at five feet, four and a half inches tall. She has auburn hair which is naturally straight and kept at just above shoulder length. Due to a strange condition Caelan has one eye that is green and one that is blue, the left eye and right eye respectively. However the condition does not impair her vision.
She has a somewhat narrow face and a light complexion that tans easily in the summer months. A thin one and a half inch scar runs horizontally across her left temple and bisects her left eyebrow. This is the result of a childhood scuffle.
Because both of her parents are often busy with their jobs, Caelan performs a lot of manual labor (chores) around the house. Due to the repetitive work with tools and weapons alike, Caelan's hands are often rough and calloused. She has a naturally lean physique which is maintained by the chores and exercise she performs regularly.
Clothing and dress habits
Caelan has maintained a masculine style of clothing ever since she was allowed to choose her own clothes. She typically wears a plain shirt and pants. The shirt is plain near-white cotton with a series of leather ties that run up the front chest area. The pants are sturdy twill that are periodically re-dyed dark blue or dark green because of bleaching from the sun and grass stains from practice.
Whenever the weather permits (and when she goes outside of the village) Caelan wears a mid-calf length dark green cloak. The garment is secured by a single leather tie in the front. The hood of the cloak is lined with leather, as is the section that falls across Caelan's shoulders.
In addition to maintaining the masculine style, Caelan routinely binds her chest with strips of cloth from her mother's medical supplies. Her mother is aware of this practice and for this reason keeps extra bandages in stock.
Personality: Caelan is intelligent, strong-willed, and rather independent. This is a trait that shows itself in everything from her posture to her manner of speaking. She keeps her head high and her shoulders back. Any ill will that is shown toward her, at least in words, does not seem to bother her. She speaks with conviction and confidence, and is not afraid of voicing her opinion. Unfortunately, her opinion on things is rarely called upon outside of classroom debates. Caelan doesn't consider herself a 'loner' but she's learned to cope with the results of being perceived as one. As being perceived as 'different', and therefore an outcast. Something to be left alone. A lot of debates and discussions that she would have had with friends are simply constructs in her head.
When speaking with her parents, or certain members of her family, Caelan is considerably more relaxed. She freely laughs, and jokes, and her more benevolent side is revealed. Unlike the words of her peers, Caelan puts a good deal of worth on the opinions of her parents. Because of this she performs her chores with minimal complaint and rarely 'acts out'. Granted, Cael is not perfect and is sometimes subject to peer pressure when her pride is called upon. But for the most part she obeys her parents' wishes.
Language
Caelan speaks with a occasional bits of of slang and the local accent of her tribe. She never slurs or stumbles over words. If she gets upset Cael will start actually start to enunciate more clearly and raise her voice a bit. Her father claims that the raising of volume is an inherited trait of his family whereas the enunciating is a trait of her mother's. Caelan's mother has never confirmed this theory.
Due to the differing societal levels in Cael's family she has been educated in a more formal way of speaking that she is supposed to use when speaking to her grandparents or with any of the Elders. She tries her best to remember to do so.
Childhood Memories:
Growing up
Caelan was born on a cold night near the end of the autumn. The moon was full that night. The Harvest Moon, it is sometimes called. For reasons Caelan never quite understood, her mother refers to that night as the 'longest night of her life'.
The tribal doctor who assisted with the birth told Caelan's mother that the child appeared strong and healthy despite an apparent mutation with the child's eyes. Her mother, a middle-class nurse well aware of the potential problems of difficult births, was simply happy to have a healthy child. Caelan was the first child. And the first child was almost always special. Or so went the lore. Caelan's father, an upper-class warrior, was away at the time of her birth. He was enlisted to be part of a small troop fighting against a neighboring tribe for rights over land. Because of his absence the new child's naming ceremony was postponed. Upon returning from battle Caelan's father immediately went looking for his wife. While still wearing his armor and suffering from several light wounds Evander bestowed on his child the name that he deemed worthy enough for her to bear. And so Caelan was born and named.
Caelan's earliest childhood memory is of being placed on her father's shoulders, taken outside, and shown the 'pretty lights' up in the night sky. When she grew a little older Caelan was taught how to tell the months of the year by looking at the stars. Her father, a warrior with hopes of being a Hero, was often called away for extended periods of time to do battle. Caelan used her knowledge of the stars to try and gauge when her father would be coming home. Sometimes...at least twice...she was right. Sometimes Cael and her mother had to wait many many months.
As a young child Caelan often played with her numerous older male cousins. Rough and tumble games, chases of tag, and becoming 'king of the hill' were favorite afternoon activities for her. At the time Caelan had long hair, which was often the only reason she lost the 'hill battles'. Mean older cousins liked to grab their younger cousin's hair in order to force her off of her exalted place of king-dom. It was during this time that Caelan was happiest. She had no responsibilities. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Everything from food to a place to sleep was provided for her.
Caelan grew older, and things began to change. Her once-large cluster of friends began slowly separating into groups. Groups that more and more often were based upon who was a boy, and who was a girl. This confused Caelan. She found she enjoyed more what the 'boy groups' were doing than the 'girl groups'. So she began to move back and forth between the two options. And for the most part, the groups accepted the shuffling. Until one day...
She was ten years when it happened. Caelan was actually kicked out of one of the 'boy groups'. She couldn't hang out with them, she was told. Because she was a girl. Caelan countered that she was just like the other boys. She could climb trees, and build things with sticks, she was just like all of them. 'It don't matter' came the response. She still couldn't play. Because she wasn't one of them.
Caelan went home early that day, visibly upset. She found her mother and asked her why she couldn't be a boy. She wanted to be one, and Caelan proclaimed this loudly. 'You're a nurse.' she cried. In her head it was simple. She didn't want to be a girl anymore. Her mother helped to fix people who were broken. Couldn't Caelan's mother make her into a boy? Fix her?
Nora was a very wise woman. Though her daughter's pain was hard to witness, she sat Caelan down and carefully explained to her that it wasn't something that could be 'fixed'. Even though she was a nurse, and even though she knew many doctors, Caelan's body wasn't something that could be changed. A tearful and distraught Caelan sought refuge in her father's arms. She didn't eat dinner that night. For a week following the discussion Caelan was depressed, inattentive, and her studies suffered. She continued to do chores but she wouldn't leave the house to see her friends. Her parents grew concerned. And to make matters worse, Caelan's father was unexpectedly called to battle. For the first time in his military career, Caelan's father hesitated to follow orders. He knew it was his duty to go but he also knew that his family needed him. So, the night before he was required to leave, Evander took his child out into the forest with him. There in the wilderness they had a long discussion. One that neither father nor child ever detailed to Caelan's mother. But whatever was said, it helped. When they returned home Caelan was much happier and had stopped crying. She bid her father an almost cheerful farewell, and even hugged her mother before going to bed. And she never brought up the subject of 'changing' again.
Well, never again that year, to be precise.
Schooling
Aside from the standard courses that were required of every child, Caelan had separate lessons taught by her parents in two very different fields. These lessons started when she was eight.
Caelan was taught how to fight by her father, whenever he was home, and the delicate craft of creating medicines and giving aid was taught by her mother. Caelan found her father's hands-on fighting lessons much more interesting then her mother's lectures and textbook studies. As a result, Caelan became a skilled melee combatant and merely competent in medical aid. A few lessons, such as the bandaging of limbs and the proper way to stop bleeding, were taught as a joint effort between both of Caelan's parents. These lessons she learned very well.
During the normal school sessions Caelan got along reasonably well with her instructors. She listened in class and did her assigned classwork. She was social with her own classmates, talkative but not overly so. As she grew older, however, Caelan noticed that more and more students giving her strange looks. They seemed...uncomfortable around her. Not that anyone said anything, of course. But there were...whispers. Rumors. And when she was twelve, Caelan got into her first real fight.
A group of upperclassman took offense to Caelan. She had weird eyes, they said. And she wore the wrong clothes. 'Don't you know how to dress? In a dress!', they sneered. The leader was an upper-class boy with more fat than muscle. Clutching a sharpened piece of rock he swung his closed fist at Caelan's head. But Caelan, in a smooth motion borne of months of practice, dodged to the side into a roll. And so the fight began. When it was over Caelan had a received a gash on the side of her head and a bloody lip. The upper-class boy had a black eye, a bloody nose. And his wrist was fractured in two places. The bit of stone he tried to use as a weapon remained discarded and forgotten on the ground, covered in Caelan's blood.
Caelan was sent home immediately. She was forced to stay home for an entire two weeks to heal and as punishment. Her parents were instructed to compensate the boy's family for the healer's fee necessary to splint the his hand. They did so without comment. By the time Caelan returned to school she'd become an outcast. She lost almost all of her friends. Even those few that remained didn't like to be seen talking with Caelan. It was 'their parents', they would claim in self defense, who didn't like Caelan. It wasn't that they didn't like her. But Caelan knew better.
Recent years
When she was fourteen Cael's maternal grandmother came to live with Caelan's family. A week into the residency Caelan's grandmother took it upon herself to inform Caelan of her responsibilities as a young woman in the tribe. It was time, her grandmother insisted, for her oldest granddaughter to stop dabbling in things that were unsuitable for a girl her age. With her mother working a night shift and her father away at war, Caelan was forced to listen to an aggressive lecture about the 'right way' to dress and act. The argument that followed nearly resulted in physical violence. Frustrated, angry and miserable, Caelan fled her own home.
She ran out of the door, down the dirt road, and out of the protective gate that guarded the tribe members. She disappeared into the forest and stayed there for the remainder of the night. When Nora returned from work the next morning she was shocked to hear of her child's disappearance. She immediately tried to find Caelan. But Caelan didn't answer her mother's call. And Nora found she wasn't able to go very far into the forest in the dark.
Caelan's mother returned home very upset. She refused to speak with Phyllis, telling her that until Caelan was home, she had nothing to say. That afternoon Evander arrived home early from battle. Upon hearing his child was missing he set off to track Caelan down. She hadn't actually gone very far. Evander found her hiding in a tree, fast asleep and covered in dirt and leaves. Caelan had multiple scratches and abrasions but didn't appear seriously injured. She had, however, crudely hacked off a good portion of her hair with a hunting knife. Instead of the long hair she'd had most of her childhood her hair was now at neck level. Neither father nor child discussed Caelan's altered appearance on the journey back home.
Just before they entered the house, Cael's father scolded her for worrying her mother. And he gently reminded Caelan that he would always care for her regardless of whether she was his daughter, or his son. No matter what anyone else said. 'You are my child.', he reassured her, 'That's all that matters.'
Caelan's grandmother was moved to her other daughter's house the following week. Sienna, the older sister of Caelan's mother, had three children of her own, all boys. It was these cousins that Caelan used to play with. Sienna hadn't planned on housing her mother so in a panic she told one of her sons to vacate their room in order for Phyllis to have a place to stay. Caelan's grandmother made it clear that these arrangements weren't ideal but merely 'acceptable for the time being'. She also made it clear why she had been 'forced' to leave Nora's house. 'It's that Caelan.' the grandmother insisted. That strange child who was probably taking after her father's side of the family. Certainly no one of Phyllis's side of the family would ever be so...different.
Though Phyllis had left Caelan's house, her presence continued to influence the next few years of Caelan's life. In addition to her schoolmates her own family began giving her odd looks. Save for one. Alexis, the oldest son of Sienna, did not share his grandmother's views of Caelan. He readily defended his cousin's decision, or at least her right to make her own decisions. And so Caelan gained an ally. And a protector.
At school Caelan continued to be stuck with labels. Outcast. Weird. Different. But her classmates were a lot less eager to start fights, even in groups, after she started spending time with Alexis. Between the two of them they dissuaded most physical confrontations. The rumors never stopped, but Caelan had long since learned to ignore them. So she continued to do so as she waited for school to end.
Childhood Memento: Caelan wears a wide leather bracelet on her left wrist, which has plaited leather strips branching outwards from the single flat, black stone ('Onyx') that sits on the center of the band. The bracelet itself was designed by Caelan's mother but constructed by Caelan herself as part of a lesson in knots. Caelan was never quite certain how the band was supposed to tie in to the lesson but she liked the end result too much to question her mother. The stone was a last minute addition as Caelan's father found it on his way home from battle and arrived in time to see Caelan finishing up her project. The bracelet is secured by crossing two trailing strings, on opposing sides of the band's ends, over the front of the bracelet and tying off the strings underneath to whatever tightness the wearer desires. This way the bracelet is adjustable without needing to be remade for resizing purposes. Since its construction Caelan has rarely taken the bracelet off. Even when bathing she keeps the bracelet close by.
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Description:
Physical characteristics
Caelan is a bit shorter than those her age, standing at five feet, four and a half inches tall. She has auburn hair which is naturally straight and kept at just above shoulder length. Due to a strange condition Caelan has one eye that is green and one that is blue, the left eye and right eye respectively. However the condition does not impair her vision.
She has a somewhat narrow face and a light complexion that tans easily in the summer months. A thin one and a half inch scar runs horizontally across her left temple and bisects her left eyebrow. This is the result of a childhood scuffle.
Because both of her parents are often busy with their jobs, Caelan performs a lot of manual labor (chores) around the house. Due to the repetitive work with tools and weapons alike, Caelan's hands are often rough and calloused. She has a naturally lean physique which is maintained by the chores and exercise she performs regularly.
Clothing and dress habits
Caelan has maintained a masculine style of clothing ever since she was allowed to choose her own clothes. She typically wears a plain shirt and pants. The shirt is plain near-white cotton with a series of leather ties that run up the front chest area. The pants are sturdy twill that are periodically re-dyed dark blue or dark green because of bleaching from the sun and grass stains from practice.
Whenever the weather permits (and when she goes outside of the village) Caelan wears a mid-calf length dark green cloak. The garment is secured by a single leather tie in the front. The hood of the cloak is lined with leather, as is the section that falls across Caelan's shoulders.
In addition to maintaining the masculine style, Caelan routinely binds her chest with strips of cloth from her mother's medical supplies. Her mother is aware of this practice and for this reason keeps extra bandages in stock.
Personality: Caelan is intelligent, strong-willed, and rather independent. This is a trait that shows itself in everything from her posture to her manner of speaking. She keeps her head high and her shoulders back. Any ill will that is shown toward her, at least in words, does not seem to bother her. She speaks with conviction and confidence, and is not afraid of voicing her opinion. Unfortunately, her opinion on things is rarely called upon outside of classroom debates. Caelan doesn't consider herself a 'loner' but she's learned to cope with the results of being perceived as one. As being perceived as 'different', and therefore an outcast. Something to be left alone. A lot of debates and discussions that she would have had with friends are simply constructs in her head.
When speaking with her parents, or certain members of her family, Caelan is considerably more relaxed. She freely laughs, and jokes, and her more benevolent side is revealed. Unlike the words of her peers, Caelan puts a good deal of worth on the opinions of her parents. Because of this she performs her chores with minimal complaint and rarely 'acts out'. Granted, Cael is not perfect and is sometimes subject to peer pressure when her pride is called upon. But for the most part she obeys her parents' wishes.
Language
Caelan speaks with a occasional bits of of slang and the local accent of her tribe. She never slurs or stumbles over words. If she gets upset Cael will start actually start to enunciate more clearly and raise her voice a bit. Her father claims that the raising of volume is an inherited trait of his family whereas the enunciating is a trait of her mother's. Caelan's mother has never confirmed this theory.
Due to the differing societal levels in Cael's family she has been educated in a more formal way of speaking that she is supposed to use when speaking to her grandparents or with any of the Elders. She tries her best to remember to do so.
Childhood Memories:
Growing up
Caelan was born on a cold night near the end of the autumn. The moon was full that night. The Harvest Moon, it is sometimes called. For reasons Caelan never quite understood, her mother refers to that night as the 'longest night of her life'.
The tribal doctor who assisted with the birth told Caelan's mother that the child appeared strong and healthy despite an apparent mutation with the child's eyes. Her mother, a middle-class nurse well aware of the potential problems of difficult births, was simply happy to have a healthy child. Caelan was the first child. And the first child was almost always special. Or so went the lore. Caelan's father, an upper-class warrior, was away at the time of her birth. He was enlisted to be part of a small troop fighting against a neighboring tribe for rights over land. Because of his absence the new child's naming ceremony was postponed. Upon returning from battle Caelan's father immediately went looking for his wife. While still wearing his armor and suffering from several light wounds Evander bestowed on his child the name that he deemed worthy enough for her to bear. And so Caelan was born and named.
Caelan's earliest childhood memory is of being placed on her father's shoulders, taken outside, and shown the 'pretty lights' up in the night sky. When she grew a little older Caelan was taught how to tell the months of the year by looking at the stars. Her father, a warrior with hopes of being a Hero, was often called away for extended periods of time to do battle. Caelan used her knowledge of the stars to try and gauge when her father would be coming home. Sometimes...at least twice...she was right. Sometimes Cael and her mother had to wait many many months.
As a young child Caelan often played with her numerous older male cousins. Rough and tumble games, chases of tag, and becoming 'king of the hill' were favorite afternoon activities for her. At the time Caelan had long hair, which was often the only reason she lost the 'hill battles'. Mean older cousins liked to grab their younger cousin's hair in order to force her off of her exalted place of king-dom. It was during this time that Caelan was happiest. She had no responsibilities. She was free to do whatever she wanted. Everything from food to a place to sleep was provided for her.
Caelan grew older, and things began to change. Her once-large cluster of friends began slowly separating into groups. Groups that more and more often were based upon who was a boy, and who was a girl. This confused Caelan. She found she enjoyed more what the 'boy groups' were doing than the 'girl groups'. So she began to move back and forth between the two options. And for the most part, the groups accepted the shuffling. Until one day...
She was ten years when it happened. Caelan was actually kicked out of one of the 'boy groups'. She couldn't hang out with them, she was told. Because she was a girl. Caelan countered that she was just like the other boys. She could climb trees, and build things with sticks, she was just like all of them. 'It don't matter' came the response. She still couldn't play. Because she wasn't one of them.
Caelan went home early that day, visibly upset. She found her mother and asked her why she couldn't be a boy. She wanted to be one, and Caelan proclaimed this loudly. 'You're a nurse.' she cried. In her head it was simple. She didn't want to be a girl anymore. Her mother helped to fix people who were broken. Couldn't Caelan's mother make her into a boy? Fix her?
Nora was a very wise woman. Though her daughter's pain was hard to witness, she sat Caelan down and carefully explained to her that it wasn't something that could be 'fixed'. Even though she was a nurse, and even though she knew many doctors, Caelan's body wasn't something that could be changed. A tearful and distraught Caelan sought refuge in her father's arms. She didn't eat dinner that night. For a week following the discussion Caelan was depressed, inattentive, and her studies suffered. She continued to do chores but she wouldn't leave the house to see her friends. Her parents grew concerned. And to make matters worse, Caelan's father was unexpectedly called to battle. For the first time in his military career, Caelan's father hesitated to follow orders. He knew it was his duty to go but he also knew that his family needed him. So, the night before he was required to leave, Evander took his child out into the forest with him. There in the wilderness they had a long discussion. One that neither father nor child ever detailed to Caelan's mother. But whatever was said, it helped. When they returned home Caelan was much happier and had stopped crying. She bid her father an almost cheerful farewell, and even hugged her mother before going to bed. And she never brought up the subject of 'changing' again.
Well, never again that year, to be precise.
Schooling
Aside from the standard courses that were required of every child, Caelan had separate lessons taught by her parents in two very different fields. These lessons started when she was eight.
Caelan was taught how to fight by her father, whenever he was home, and the delicate craft of creating medicines and giving aid was taught by her mother. Caelan found her father's hands-on fighting lessons much more interesting then her mother's lectures and textbook studies. As a result, Caelan became a skilled melee combatant and merely competent in medical aid. A few lessons, such as the bandaging of limbs and the proper way to stop bleeding, were taught as a joint effort between both of Caelan's parents. These lessons she learned very well.
During the normal school sessions Caelan got along reasonably well with her instructors. She listened in class and did her assigned classwork. She was social with her own classmates, talkative but not overly so. As she grew older, however, Caelan noticed that more and more students giving her strange looks. They seemed...uncomfortable around her. Not that anyone said anything, of course. But there were...whispers. Rumors. And when she was twelve, Caelan got into her first real fight.
A group of upperclassman took offense to Caelan. She had weird eyes, they said. And she wore the wrong clothes. 'Don't you know how to dress? In a dress!', they sneered. The leader was an upper-class boy with more fat than muscle. Clutching a sharpened piece of rock he swung his closed fist at Caelan's head. But Caelan, in a smooth motion borne of months of practice, dodged to the side into a roll. And so the fight began. When it was over Caelan had a received a gash on the side of her head and a bloody lip. The upper-class boy had a black eye, a bloody nose. And his wrist was fractured in two places. The bit of stone he tried to use as a weapon remained discarded and forgotten on the ground, covered in Caelan's blood.
Caelan was sent home immediately. She was forced to stay home for an entire two weeks to heal and as punishment. Her parents were instructed to compensate the boy's family for the healer's fee necessary to splint the his hand. They did so without comment. By the time Caelan returned to school she'd become an outcast. She lost almost all of her friends. Even those few that remained didn't like to be seen talking with Caelan. It was 'their parents', they would claim in self defense, who didn't like Caelan. It wasn't that they didn't like her. But Caelan knew better.
Recent years
When she was fourteen Cael's maternal grandmother came to live with Caelan's family. A week into the residency Caelan's grandmother took it upon herself to inform Caelan of her responsibilities as a young woman in the tribe. It was time, her grandmother insisted, for her oldest granddaughter to stop dabbling in things that were unsuitable for a girl her age. With her mother working a night shift and her father away at war, Caelan was forced to listen to an aggressive lecture about the 'right way' to dress and act. The argument that followed nearly resulted in physical violence. Frustrated, angry and miserable, Caelan fled her own home.
She ran out of the door, down the dirt road, and out of the protective gate that guarded the tribe members. She disappeared into the forest and stayed there for the remainder of the night. When Nora returned from work the next morning she was shocked to hear of her child's disappearance. She immediately tried to find Caelan. But Caelan didn't answer her mother's call. And Nora found she wasn't able to go very far into the forest in the dark.
Caelan's mother returned home very upset. She refused to speak with Phyllis, telling her that until Caelan was home, she had nothing to say. That afternoon Evander arrived home early from battle. Upon hearing his child was missing he set off to track Caelan down. She hadn't actually gone very far. Evander found her hiding in a tree, fast asleep and covered in dirt and leaves. Caelan had multiple scratches and abrasions but didn't appear seriously injured. She had, however, crudely hacked off a good portion of her hair with a hunting knife. Instead of the long hair she'd had most of her childhood her hair was now at neck level. Neither father nor child discussed Caelan's altered appearance on the journey back home.
Just before they entered the house, Cael's father scolded her for worrying her mother. And he gently reminded Caelan that he would always care for her regardless of whether she was his daughter, or his son. No matter what anyone else said. 'You are my child.', he reassured her, 'That's all that matters.'
Caelan's grandmother was moved to her other daughter's house the following week. Sienna, the older sister of Caelan's mother, had three children of her own, all boys. It was these cousins that Caelan used to play with. Sienna hadn't planned on housing her mother so in a panic she told one of her sons to vacate their room in order for Phyllis to have a place to stay. Caelan's grandmother made it clear that these arrangements weren't ideal but merely 'acceptable for the time being'. She also made it clear why she had been 'forced' to leave Nora's house. 'It's that Caelan.' the grandmother insisted. That strange child who was probably taking after her father's side of the family. Certainly no one of Phyllis's side of the family would ever be so...different.
Though Phyllis had left Caelan's house, her presence continued to influence the next few years of Caelan's life. In addition to her schoolmates her own family began giving her odd looks. Save for one. Alexis, the oldest son of Sienna, did not share his grandmother's views of Caelan. He readily defended his cousin's decision, or at least her right to make her own decisions. And so Caelan gained an ally. And a protector.
At school Caelan continued to be stuck with labels. Outcast. Weird. Different. But her classmates were a lot less eager to start fights, even in groups, after she started spending time with Alexis. Between the two of them they dissuaded most physical confrontations. The rumors never stopped, but Caelan had long since learned to ignore them. So she continued to do so as she waited for school to end.
Childhood Memento: Caelan wears a wide leather bracelet on her left wrist, which has plaited leather strips branching outwards from the single flat, black stone ('Onyx') that sits on the center of the band. The bracelet itself was designed by Caelan's mother but constructed by Caelan herself as part of a lesson in knots. Caelan was never quite certain how the band was supposed to tie in to the lesson but she liked the end result too much to question her mother. The stone was a last minute addition as Caelan's father found it on his way home from battle and arrived in time to see Caelan finishing up her project. The bracelet is secured by crossing two trailing strings, on opposing sides of the band's ends, over the front of the bracelet and tying off the strings underneath to whatever tightness the wearer desires. This way the bracelet is adjustable without needing to be remade for resizing purposes. Since its construction Caelan has rarely taken the bracelet off. Even when bathing she keeps the bracelet close by.
As my character and his father received medical aid as soon as they encountered the tribe, would you be okay with my character knowing yours? Perhaps Cael's mother treated Jaluk?RBMidknight said:
God why are all my updates between 4 and 6 am...anyways just letting all know that due to me just getting to critiquing some of the sheets that PM'd me for some advice, I'll be taking sheets and modifications until 3 days from now. I've decided to take 10 sheets in total so I'm sorry if you aren't selected, I wish I could take everyone. The last piece of exposition history, a couple more pieces of lore and my own sheet will likely be up in the next couple of days.
Here's my sheet.
Name: Ilmar
Age: 16
Description: Ilmar is a just a little bit taller than average for his age, and a good bit broader over the shoulders than what is common, giving him a rather stocky build. He has tan skin and brown eyes, hinting at what could have been Hispanic ancestry before the ascension. His hair is colored dark brown, almost black, and is kept short for practicality's sake, which is also the same reason he keeps himself clean shaven... At least most of the time.
He has several lighter patches of skin on his arms where he has suffered burns in the past, leaving the skin thinner and stretched.
Physically, Ilmar is a very strong lad and his dense physique makes him rather durable as well, but he's lacking in the agility department, his movements often appearing more clumsy then many other boys his age.
He usually wears a pair of denim jeans, patched in several places on the front of the legs where sparks have burned through the material, and a light cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up. When helping his father with work in the smithy he also wears a leather apron.
Sex: Male
Personality: While Ilmar is a pretty intelligent person he rarely makes his opinions known to those around him, keeping them to himself unless he feels like none of the other opinions offer the best outcome for those around him. He is in general a person who it is very difficult to gain respect or appreciation from, but he is known to be loyal to a fault toward people who have gained it. Ilmar also dislikes violence immensely, and never hits back if he gets into a fight between himself and someone else, preferring to weather the storm instead. However, if there is someone else being hurt he is prepared to throw away his principles to get them out of harms way, and has often been referred to as a hypocrite due to it.
Other than that he is generally a strict, orderly, and disciplined fellow, even though he doesn't always bow to the upper class, so to speak.
Childhood memories: Ilmar was born in the colder months of the year as the son of Goban, the tribe's blacksmith, and Emer, one of the seamstresses. His early years were rather similar to that of other children, days spent climbing trees and and playing various children's games, fond memories but not all that memorable on their own. It was during this time that he first got into a fight and discovered his strength compared to some of the other kids, and this in turn lead to a lengthy conversation with his father. One that ultimately ended with him being taught that violence didn't solve anything, and to never use his strength just to prove a point or win a discussion.
Those early childhood days seemed like they'd last forever at that time. However, as he started growing up he got more and more duties from his father, because as the only child of the blacksmith there were certain expectations for him, and learning his fathers trade was one of the most important. So while the other kids learned to track, hunt and fight. Ilmar was learning how to heat, smelt, and hammer. And not always with good results, and he has been a regular to the nurses and doctors since the first day he learned how hot glowing metal really was.
The years passed, and people grew more distant from Ilmar. The people he had once called friends now only came to him when they needed his help, either to mend what had been broken, or when they needed something made from the scrap they had found outside the camp. Quickly growing tired of this, he started refusing requests and demanded that things be bartered for, as was the custom. And as a result, fewer and fewer people started to come to visit him, preferring to leave him to his devices and his apparently anti-social behavior.
The last few years he has grown quite adept in the art of metalworking, more than a few arrowheads, knives and swords around the camp having been made by 'the smith's son'. Ilmar is also quite often out in the ruins to search for metal scrap to use as raw materials for his and his fathers craft.
Childhood Memento: A simple necklace made from a piece of string with a deformed iron arrowhead, it has two knots on the left side of the arrowhead and three on the right. It has great value to Ilmar, but no one but himself and his father knows why he values it.
Age: 16
Description: Ilmar is a just a little bit taller than average for his age, and a good bit broader over the shoulders than what is common, giving him a rather stocky build. He has tan skin and brown eyes, hinting at what could have been Hispanic ancestry before the ascension. His hair is colored dark brown, almost black, and is kept short for practicality's sake, which is also the same reason he keeps himself clean shaven... At least most of the time.
He has several lighter patches of skin on his arms where he has suffered burns in the past, leaving the skin thinner and stretched.
Physically, Ilmar is a very strong lad and his dense physique makes him rather durable as well, but he's lacking in the agility department, his movements often appearing more clumsy then many other boys his age.
He usually wears a pair of denim jeans, patched in several places on the front of the legs where sparks have burned through the material, and a light cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up. When helping his father with work in the smithy he also wears a leather apron.
Sex: Male
Personality: While Ilmar is a pretty intelligent person he rarely makes his opinions known to those around him, keeping them to himself unless he feels like none of the other opinions offer the best outcome for those around him. He is in general a person who it is very difficult to gain respect or appreciation from, but he is known to be loyal to a fault toward people who have gained it. Ilmar also dislikes violence immensely, and never hits back if he gets into a fight between himself and someone else, preferring to weather the storm instead. However, if there is someone else being hurt he is prepared to throw away his principles to get them out of harms way, and has often been referred to as a hypocrite due to it.
Other than that he is generally a strict, orderly, and disciplined fellow, even though he doesn't always bow to the upper class, so to speak.
Childhood memories: Ilmar was born in the colder months of the year as the son of Goban, the tribe's blacksmith, and Emer, one of the seamstresses. His early years were rather similar to that of other children, days spent climbing trees and and playing various children's games, fond memories but not all that memorable on their own. It was during this time that he first got into a fight and discovered his strength compared to some of the other kids, and this in turn lead to a lengthy conversation with his father. One that ultimately ended with him being taught that violence didn't solve anything, and to never use his strength just to prove a point or win a discussion.
Those early childhood days seemed like they'd last forever at that time. However, as he started growing up he got more and more duties from his father, because as the only child of the blacksmith there were certain expectations for him, and learning his fathers trade was one of the most important. So while the other kids learned to track, hunt and fight. Ilmar was learning how to heat, smelt, and hammer. And not always with good results, and he has been a regular to the nurses and doctors since the first day he learned how hot glowing metal really was.
The years passed, and people grew more distant from Ilmar. The people he had once called friends now only came to him when they needed his help, either to mend what had been broken, or when they needed something made from the scrap they had found outside the camp. Quickly growing tired of this, he started refusing requests and demanded that things be bartered for, as was the custom. And as a result, fewer and fewer people started to come to visit him, preferring to leave him to his devices and his apparently anti-social behavior.
The last few years he has grown quite adept in the art of metalworking, more than a few arrowheads, knives and swords around the camp having been made by 'the smith's son'. Ilmar is also quite often out in the ruins to search for metal scrap to use as raw materials for his and his fathers craft.
Childhood Memento: A simple necklace made from a piece of string with a deformed iron arrowhead, it has two knots on the left side of the arrowhead and three on the right. It has great value to Ilmar, but no one but himself and his father knows why he values it.
Name: Katie
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Description: Katie is about 5'6" and is slightly below average weight. Her skin is a milky pale tone. Her eyes are a very dark green that almost comes off as gray depending on the lighting surrounding her. Her black hair comes down to a little past shoulder length, and is usually kept in a pony tail. She is a fairly skinny and petite girl, but is physically in great shape. Although she can't take a beating, she is very agile and swift. Katie also regularly has bruises upon her body, usually in the upper chest and gut area.
She usually wears a plain color tee, and dark gray jeans that are usually covered in dirt from a lack of ever being washed. Occasionally she'll wear a tank, usually light blue, and shorts.
Personality: Katie is incredibly willing to help everyone. She can almost never bring herself to say no to a request because her father has conditioned her to believe that saying no means being rewarded with a beating. She is constantly seeking approval and respect from her peers, but has been known to stand up for herself and what she believes in on occasion. Although Katie is incredible melancholy around her father, when around children of her own age she usually is able to maintain a jubilant personality, and is usually quite talkative. Katie is also quite obsessed with the unknown and often is known to wander off on her own.
Childhood memories: Katie relishes the memories of her childhood up until her mother's death. Her mother died of cholera around Katie's eighth birthday. After her death, Katie's father broke down into a deep depression. His depression led to Katie being ignored by him. Her father, Jeff, started to turn his depression into feelings of rage and hatred, and often would lash out on Katie, beating her mercilessly. Jeff also often will refuse to feed Katie for days on end, forcing Katie to learn how to fend for herself.
Katie has found solitude from her father's abuse in children of her own age. When she was younger she had trouble socializing and created imaginary friends to entertain her. As she has matured though, she has replaced these imaginary friends with real ones, but she rarely confines her personal problems with her real friends. Occasionally when she feels incredible lonely and abandoned one specific imaginary friend, Michael, will reappear in her mind to confine in.
Childhood Memento: Katie's most valuable possession is a small white stuffed bear. Her mother gave it to her for her sixth birthday, and it is one of the few things she has to remember her by.
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Description: Katie is about 5'6" and is slightly below average weight. Her skin is a milky pale tone. Her eyes are a very dark green that almost comes off as gray depending on the lighting surrounding her. Her black hair comes down to a little past shoulder length, and is usually kept in a pony tail. She is a fairly skinny and petite girl, but is physically in great shape. Although she can't take a beating, she is very agile and swift. Katie also regularly has bruises upon her body, usually in the upper chest and gut area.
She usually wears a plain color tee, and dark gray jeans that are usually covered in dirt from a lack of ever being washed. Occasionally she'll wear a tank, usually light blue, and shorts.
Personality: Katie is incredibly willing to help everyone. She can almost never bring herself to say no to a request because her father has conditioned her to believe that saying no means being rewarded with a beating. She is constantly seeking approval and respect from her peers, but has been known to stand up for herself and what she believes in on occasion. Although Katie is incredible melancholy around her father, when around children of her own age she usually is able to maintain a jubilant personality, and is usually quite talkative. Katie is also quite obsessed with the unknown and often is known to wander off on her own.
Childhood memories: Katie relishes the memories of her childhood up until her mother's death. Her mother died of cholera around Katie's eighth birthday. After her death, Katie's father broke down into a deep depression. His depression led to Katie being ignored by him. Her father, Jeff, started to turn his depression into feelings of rage and hatred, and often would lash out on Katie, beating her mercilessly. Jeff also often will refuse to feed Katie for days on end, forcing Katie to learn how to fend for herself.
Katie has found solitude from her father's abuse in children of her own age. When she was younger she had trouble socializing and created imaginary friends to entertain her. As she has matured though, she has replaced these imaginary friends with real ones, but she rarely confines her personal problems with her real friends. Occasionally when she feels incredible lonely and abandoned one specific imaginary friend, Michael, will reappear in her mind to confine in.
Childhood Memento: Katie's most valuable possession is a small white stuffed bear. Her mother gave it to her for her sixth birthday, and it is one of the few things she has to remember her by.
Edward's parents also could have treated Jaluk.ultrachicken said:
Also, if acceptable I have chosen the two people who will be my friends in this RP.
Katie and Ilmar. DO YOU ACCEPT THE MANTLE OF FRIENDSHIP!?!?!?
Perhaps it would be best to hold off on choosing friends until our GM has announced who is in and who is not. Planning things out which involve a character who doesn't even get in is going to be problematic.XxSummonerxX said:
I just thought I should let you know that it is a great premise and I would love to join but I am just too busy for my own good as it is. Good luck.
Name: Charly
Age: 16
Description: Charly is fairly tall and rather skinny; combining this with her demeanour and the fact her arm tends to swing back and forth slightly as she walks, the best word to describe her would be lanky. Freckles faintly run across her cheeks and narrow nose, her shoulder length dirty blonde hair and large blue eyes are complimented by lightly tanned skin. A broad smile is usually seen upon her face and Charly's animated lips and eyebrows add to her character. Long legs and large feet help her run quickly, her missing arm is fully healed and isn't much to look at provided you can ignore the lack of a limb.
She wears mostly boy's clothes, simple shorts or pants and a shirt. That being said she isn't totally against looking like a girl and wearing a skirt, her main criteria for what to wear is whatever she can find.
Personality: Charly knows she is fortunate to be alive, constantly expressing how lucky everyone is and how life should be taken advantage of. There is almost nothing she won't try at least once; her lack of arm rarely affects what she does or how well she does it. Indeed she could be considered as a 'free spirit', if something comes to her mind or is even suggested to her by someone else it will most likely be something she will attempt. Charly is often the one to start a situation (whether it be danger, rule breaking or fun) and has no problems leading a group of people. Her youthful nature often is frequently seen, having no plans to slow down and become an 'adult', a term which she rejects.
Yet Charly should not be taken as ignorant or naive, being youthful at heart does not mean you are the same way in thought. She is aware of the tribe; things like politics, traditions and families play a large part in her life and she does not ignore them. She often expresses her views on matters which she is better off staying quiet, once getting in a large deal of trouble for accusing an elder of being close minded. A girl of sharp wit and mind, it is hard to get something past her and if you try, rest assured she won't rest until she's gotten to the bottom of it.
Childhood memories: Charly often likes to tell wild stories of how she lost her arm, a vicious attack from a beast, or narrowly escaping a trap set by a cannibal, but the truth is much less exciting. In reality it was just a birth defect, Charly was prematurely born and her arm had not properly developed in the womb, when the doctors saw this they opted to cut it off. Sending the child home, the doctors told her parents that she probably would not make it through the night, the best they could do was look after her and pray that she survived. Two days later, Charly was a very healthy baby, laughing and drinking plenty of milk; her parents knew it was a miracle that she survived and made it very clear to her growing up how lucky she was.
In the younger years of her development Charly was mostly at home, quietly observing her parents in their day to day life, not having much desire to get out and make friends. Her mother and father taught her everything they could at her respective learning levels, from house cleaning, to fixing tools, whatever it was Charly picked it up fairly quickly. Eventually they pushed her out of the house, knowing it would be difficult for her to make friends it was about time she got out and mingled with her fellow youth. At first it was difficult for Charly to make friends, with her missing arm she was teased by the kids and often left out of games and activities. Being raised with strong teachings of persistence taught her to never stop trying and eventually Charly was included in the group, she may have been the last one picked, but she was still accepted by the kids.
Charly has been quite lucky, besides her arm (which she barely notices) she hasn't had to deal with much trauma in her life. Both of her parents are still alive, as are all of her grandparents and respective family, Charly never thinks of anything being able to happen to her family, but if something were to happen it would catch her off guard and most likely have a strong effect on her.
Childhood Memento: A brightly coloured band which she wears around her wrist, it can also be worn as a headband. Charly jokingly tells people that the wristband is to remind her which arm is which, as she can never remember left from right. The band is actually quite strong and can be used in varying scenarios, such as a temporary fix or handcuffs in a hostage situation (pretend or real)
Age: 16
Description: Charly is fairly tall and rather skinny; combining this with her demeanour and the fact her arm tends to swing back and forth slightly as she walks, the best word to describe her would be lanky. Freckles faintly run across her cheeks and narrow nose, her shoulder length dirty blonde hair and large blue eyes are complimented by lightly tanned skin. A broad smile is usually seen upon her face and Charly's animated lips and eyebrows add to her character. Long legs and large feet help her run quickly, her missing arm is fully healed and isn't much to look at provided you can ignore the lack of a limb.
She wears mostly boy's clothes, simple shorts or pants and a shirt. That being said she isn't totally against looking like a girl and wearing a skirt, her main criteria for what to wear is whatever she can find.
Personality: Charly knows she is fortunate to be alive, constantly expressing how lucky everyone is and how life should be taken advantage of. There is almost nothing she won't try at least once; her lack of arm rarely affects what she does or how well she does it. Indeed she could be considered as a 'free spirit', if something comes to her mind or is even suggested to her by someone else it will most likely be something she will attempt. Charly is often the one to start a situation (whether it be danger, rule breaking or fun) and has no problems leading a group of people. Her youthful nature often is frequently seen, having no plans to slow down and become an 'adult', a term which she rejects.
Yet Charly should not be taken as ignorant or naive, being youthful at heart does not mean you are the same way in thought. She is aware of the tribe; things like politics, traditions and families play a large part in her life and she does not ignore them. She often expresses her views on matters which she is better off staying quiet, once getting in a large deal of trouble for accusing an elder of being close minded. A girl of sharp wit and mind, it is hard to get something past her and if you try, rest assured she won't rest until she's gotten to the bottom of it.
Childhood memories: Charly often likes to tell wild stories of how she lost her arm, a vicious attack from a beast, or narrowly escaping a trap set by a cannibal, but the truth is much less exciting. In reality it was just a birth defect, Charly was prematurely born and her arm had not properly developed in the womb, when the doctors saw this they opted to cut it off. Sending the child home, the doctors told her parents that she probably would not make it through the night, the best they could do was look after her and pray that she survived. Two days later, Charly was a very healthy baby, laughing and drinking plenty of milk; her parents knew it was a miracle that she survived and made it very clear to her growing up how lucky she was.
In the younger years of her development Charly was mostly at home, quietly observing her parents in their day to day life, not having much desire to get out and make friends. Her mother and father taught her everything they could at her respective learning levels, from house cleaning, to fixing tools, whatever it was Charly picked it up fairly quickly. Eventually they pushed her out of the house, knowing it would be difficult for her to make friends it was about time she got out and mingled with her fellow youth. At first it was difficult for Charly to make friends, with her missing arm she was teased by the kids and often left out of games and activities. Being raised with strong teachings of persistence taught her to never stop trying and eventually Charly was included in the group, she may have been the last one picked, but she was still accepted by the kids.
Charly has been quite lucky, besides her arm (which she barely notices) she hasn't had to deal with much trauma in her life. Both of her parents are still alive, as are all of her grandparents and respective family, Charly never thinks of anything being able to happen to her family, but if something were to happen it would catch her off guard and most likely have a strong effect on her.
Childhood Memento: A brightly coloured band which she wears around her wrist, it can also be worn as a headband. Charly jokingly tells people that the wristband is to remind her which arm is which, as she can never remember left from right. The band is actually quite strong and can be used in varying scenarios, such as a temporary fix or handcuffs in a hostage situation (pretend or real)
There! Finally done >_>
The goals of this RP at this point will be children's exploration of the Ruins amongst a world of increasing chaos. What happens after that remains to be seen. As for extensiveness of the universe. Expect another chunk of lore tonight.
And on that note auditions and edits will be closed in 8 hours once i'm home i'll be putting all current sheets in a word document and won't be accepting edits after that. Selection process is 3 days then the OP and RP thread will be up on that day. Link will be posted in here with the accepted players
And on that note auditions and edits will be closed in 8 hours once i'm home i'll be putting all current sheets in a word document and won't be accepting edits after that. Selection process is 3 days then the OP and RP thread will be up on that day. Link will be posted in here with the accepted players