Post by Caleb Sebastion Raef on Aug 6, 2009 19:59:32 GMT -5
Caleb Sebastian Raef
"There is darkness out there."
"There is darkness out there."
OOC:
Full Name: Jack, Bundi, Demi, Kraken, Bacor
Age: 23
Other characters: Nill at moment
Basics:
Name: Caleb Sebastian Raef
Nick name: Caleb, Cal
Age: 18
Race: WereWolf
Power type: Water
Occupation: Student
Actor/Actress: Zachary Levi
Male/Female: Male
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
In Depth:
Appearance: Caleb is slightly scrawny with no real defined muscles, he stands at 5'9" and only weighs 79 kilos with his light weight frame. Being Welsh in origin he has rather pale skin which contrasts against his dark chocolate coloured hair which hangs about his features in loose curls falling to his cheek bones. His eyes are a faded blue almost grey colour and he has rather long feminin lashes.
Picture:
Abilities: Blood (I know its rare but I think I could handle it without exploiting it)
Personality: Caleb is generally a more reserved person, he appears to aid his help only when truly needed, he is more at home in the background of things a trait that had been picked up from being ignored in such a large family. His knowledge is eclectic, his attention to detail unrivalled, and his ability to anticipate what people need before they arise is uncanny. He dislikes it when his remarkable efficiency is taken for granted, however, though he would never speak about it being too shy and polite.
Dislikes: Horror movies, early mornings, cats, swimming, snakes, storms, chilli and other spicy foods, Vampires.
Likes: Video games, comedy movies, reading, sweets, money, thrilling sports, going out.
Weapon of choice:p Owns a small butterfly-flip knife that is concealed on him at all times.
Weakness:Caleb's ability to controll and manipulate blood(therefor the person) is at its strongest when he is forced to change under the full moon and into his lycan form; his ability normally is obsolete, he is unable to controll or even access his Gift at the best of times.
Caleb is a very weak swimmer, in fact he has never learnt and at best can tread water for a few moments. He is absolutely terrorfied by any body of water, either pool, lake or sea.
Losing his family is a hidden fear for the Werewolf, he is glad that they are situated safely in Cardiff away from most dangers that could hinder them.
Family:
Caleb's family are a long line of WereWolves, the virus is passed down between their generations either naturally by birth or by a small nip to carry on the gene.
Mother; Julianne Raef [56] (Living in Cardiff)
Father;[/b] James Raef [49D.O.D] (Deceased)
Eldest Brother; Derrick Raef [34] (Married with son Finnigan Raef[14])
Eldest Sister;[/b] Megan Raef [30] (Living in Australia)
Older Brother;[/b] Seamus Raef [25](Living in Cardiff)
Older Sister;[/b] Rhiannon Raef [20](Living in Cardiff)
History:
Background:Caleb had a semi-normal childhood within Cardiff Wales where he grew up in a fairly large WereWolf bloodlined family. At the age of ten his father was taken from them by a vicious attack, which was blamed on the local Hive of Vampires, after that his mother drew away the elder siblings moving to take over much of the work in raising their family and seeking revenge. Caleb found out how to be independant and go unnoticed during this time until his Gift surfaced at a young age of twelve when he became enraged at one of his brothers during a hunt and clenching his fist, controlling his blood he caused his sibling to collapse. He has never shown violence towards them since.
He attended school like any normal child; though like ritual, every month when the full moon would begin to lurk Caleb would take leave on their family trip where the entire Raef family would go camping in the countryside to avoid suspicion. Whispers soon began to flood the classrooms and the grounds and eventually Caleb found himself attracting some unwanted attention from other students and creatures(vampires, demons etc).
At the age of sixteen the hardships in Caleb's life became too straining, this caused him to become more reserved and retreated from his family. He took this time to learn some manner of self-defense, teaching and arming himself with small knives and blades; it wasn't long after this that his family became aware of the situation and immediately looked into the St. Avalon Academys for Arts enroling their brother the next semester. The move from Cardiff was hard, making friends was even harder but after nearly two years at the school Caleb is starting to fit into the everyday schedual.
Sample RP: Consciousness fought with Caleb’s mind as it tried to surface from the dream he’d been enjoying, mere moments ago. He kept his eyes screwed shut and lay perfectly still, concentrating on the slowly fading dream. The term ‘sand through fingers’ drifted through his head and he grunted angrily, rolling out of bed and landing in a heap of dark black linen on the floor. His early morning entrances were somewhat different from his usual appearance, so unorganised and clumsy that he almost cringed at the thought of anyone seeing him first thing in the morning, even his Dorm mates.
Caleb groaned again as the memories of his family started to flicker more clearly and he extracted himself from the tangled bed clothes, staggering into the bathroom and looking blearily in the mirror. He ran the cold tap and splashed the water across his face, dragging the remainder of his brain into the waking world with a sudden jerk. He smiled at himself, surprised to find that it wasn’t a half hearted ‘keep your spirits up’ smile, it was more of a ‘I feel good’ smile. He also realised that when memories of his family, the painful ache in his chest that usually accompanied them was gone. Now that he thought about it, the pain had faded over the past few weeks as he adjusted to life without them. Granted, he still cared deeply for his family, but they no longer controlled Caleb’s state of mind. He no longer needed it for motivation to wake up and attend school in the morning. He enjoyed life for what it was and it was better for it.
Smirking, he set about getting ready for class. He emerged twenty minutes later, clean and fully awake, a towel wrapped around his waist as he pulled out a clean pair of black cago's and found a black shirt to go with it. He glanced at the clock. ‘8:45 am’, plenty of time, pulling on his a plain green hooded jacket, playing with the zipper until he was satisfied the Welsh boy gave himself one quick glance in the mirror.
Heading out into the grounds he emerged into what appeared to be a rather nice day, smirking he checked his pockets, a small roll of cash, in the oposite pocket was a small butterfly-knife; he was uncertain how long that would last on school grounds.
Dorm: (This will be chosen by the admin. If you wish to be in a spacific dorm make a note of it here and we will try to put you in that dorm)
