Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 10:49:27 GMT -5
CALIBAN FIVEASH
[/b] he’s good at fitting in and learning about his environment and the people in it quicklyGENDER;; male
AGE;; twenty seven
DATE OF BIRTH;; June 10
SEXUAL ORIENTATION;; bisexual
SPECIES;; human
KINGDOM;; wanderer
BIRTHPLACE;; Riasglach
OCCUPATION;; journeyman locksmith (thief, procurer of hard-to-get items)
SOCIAL CLASS;; low class
MAGICAL POWERS;; grasp of basic spellcraft
PLAY-BY;; Ben Barnes
HEIGHT;; 6’1
WEIGHT;; 175lbs
PHYSICAL BUILD;; lean lithe muscles, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long limbs
HAIR COLOR/LENGTH/STYLE;; shoulder-length, straight with a slight wave, warm dark brown
EYE COLOR;; deep blue, so dark they look black except in direct light
COMPLEXION;; sun-darkened
PERMANENT MARKINGS;; assorted blade scars across his body from multiple different fights and injuries, and the tip of his left pinky is missing
PETS OR ANIMAL FAMILIARS;; just his stallion, Stormstrider
WEAPONS;; a sword, and he uses a crossbow sometimes, but he’s not nearly as good with a crossbow as he is with his sword
PERSONALITY;;
Charming: he’s eloquent and good with his words, and he’s very persuasive, and has good manners when he wants to
Clever: he’s cunning and thinks fast on his feet
Creative: he’s always thinking outside the box, and he’s good at strategy
Fickle: he is subject to change his mind about anything at any moment, if he gets a feeling that he should
Flirtatious: he flirts relentlessly with those that he finds attractive, men and women, though men usually take awhile to realize he’s flirting, and tend to get angry
Instinctive: he’s very impulsive letting his instincts guide his decisions
Loyal: he doesn’t make friends easily, but when he does, he’s loyal ‘til the end
Observant: he pays close attention to his surroundings, and plots all the escape routes as soon as he steps into a place[/ul]
FLAWS;;
Deceptive: he is one of the best liars he has ever met, if he does say so himself, and the stories he tells are always heavily elaborated
Impatient: the patience of a hunter is not something he possesses, good luck even getting him to sit still for more than ten minutes
Mistrustful: he does not trust quickly or easily, it takes a lot to earn his trust, he mistrusts you until proven trustworthy
Pessimistic: he always expects the worst and has a hard time seeing the good in things
Self-indulgent: he is a selfish slave to his wants and baser urges
Unreliable: he makes a lot of promises and doesn't keep most of them[/ul]
SECRETS;;
FAMILY;; Mother – Seraphine Fiveash – deceased
HISTORY;;
Caliban was born in Riasglach, to an unmarried woman. She was a genteel lady, not a whore of any kind, but she would never tell him about his father or why he didn’t have one. As he got older, he had his suspicions, but they were never confirmed, because he could never work up the courage to ask. The things the other children already called him were bad enough, he wasn’t sure he even wanted the truth.
He grew up fighting with the other children, running wild, and driving his mother crazy. He was, debatably, the worst-behaved boy in his village, though he had some competition. His mother loved him regardless of how she had conceived him, and how he acted. He was her only child, her world, and she doted on him.
His mother was killed when bandits raided his small village, when he was nine. Her death was horrible, and he still has nightmares about it sometimes. He was completely alone in the world after that. He didn’t know if his mother had any relatives, because she never told him. She was always strangely secretive. So, now that she was dead, he had nowhere to go. He sold off what little possessions they had accumulated since they’d been in the village, and then he buried his mother. The small amount of money he had leftover—less two coins—he buried in the forest, so that it couldn’t be stolen from him, placing the biggest rock he could lift on top of it so he would be able to find it again. He put a coin in each boot, and then he set out for the nearest city, planning to get as job as a stable boy, or some other such profession.
Things didn’t quite turn out that way, though. As would become a pattern, things did not go as Caliban had planned.
No one would hire him in the first village he came to, so he continued on. He received similar treatment in the next two villages he came to. The last village, he decided to stay in, since his coins had run out. He only planned on staying long enough to beg or steal a bit of coin for food, so he could continue on his way. He ended up staying in the village for almost two years, begging and stealing and fighting the other street kids. When he was eleven, he got sloppy picking a man’s pocket, and the man cut off the tip of his pinky finger to teach him a lesson. He did learn a lesson, and that was to be more observant and careful of whom he stole from.
He decided to move on after that. He took it as a sign, and left the village, left Riasglach completely.
He came upon a troupe of traveling performers along the road and they invited him to share a piece of their fire and a bowl of soup with them. He did so, and ended up traveling with them for the next few years. It was a good piece of luck he’d had. He helped them with their sets and props, and tended to the horses, and they shared their meals and fire with him, gave him a tent to sleep in, and he even got a small amount of coin as tips during their performances. He made friends with the troupe, and they taught him many different things. They had magic users among them, and he learned much from them. He also learned how to dance, and one of the old women continued his mother’s job of teaching him how to read and write. He learned to use a crossbow and exercise his magic through practice of fighting off bandit attacks. He travelled to many different places with the troupe as they travelled along their traditional route; through Gaothaidh and Sgaithte, Muireach and Eacharnach. His favorite places were in Gaothaidh, he was fascinated by the dragons in Sgaithte, and he longed to explore the seas like the men in Muireach.
When he was fifteen he saw a sword duel between two very skilled men, and he was fascinated. He couldn't help thinking that he could use that kind of skill to protect the people he cared about, and maybe if he or his mother or someone else in his village had known how to wield a sword, his mother wouldn't have died the way she did.
He helped one of the men with his armor after the fight, and got him to talk. He found out that the man used to be a member of the king’s army in Foirfich, and that’s where he’d learned to use a sword so skillfully. He got it into his head that that was the only place he could learn to be so amazing at swordsmanship. He figured he'd go and enlist, lying about his age, and work his way up the ranks. That was his plan.
His troupe supported him, and surprised him by pooling together their money from the last show to buy him a magnificent blade as a going away present.
He left his troupe a few weeks later, headed to Foirfich. They wouldn't let him into the army, because he obviously looked his age, which was much too young to enlist. He ended up making friends with the blacksmith's son, Maeniel, and getting a job with his father. He did manual labor and helped with the horses and cleaned up. He was mostly just there to lighten Maeniel's workload, but he didn't mind. He discovered that the blacksmith used to be a member of the king's army, and that he was training Maeniel in swordsmanship four afternoons a week. Now that Caliban was there to do some of the work, it was five afternoons. It didn't take much to convince them to let him join in, especially after he showed them his sword and told them why he'd come to Foirfich in the first place.
In secret, he taught Maeniel what little bit of magic he knew. He was a natural, and had soon learned all that Maeniel had to teach and still wanted to know more. The boys became very close friends-- sometimes more-- and he was the best friend that Caliban had ever had. He convinced Caliban to take an apprenticeship with someone, and the blacksmith talked to the locksmith, whose son had just enlisted. Caliban figured locksmithing would do. His criminal mind saw it in a different way, and he knew he could use his skills for something quite different than what they were intended.
He moved in with the locksmith, a man named Lorcan, and began his apprenticeship. He still found time to go to the blacksmith's house five afternoons a week, to train with he and Maeniel, though. The boys were soon quite adept swordsmen, matching each other almost exactly most of the time. By the time Caliban was nineteen, Lorcan was reluctantly appointing him to journeyman, and the blacksmith was declaring that he had nothing left to teach him that couldn't be learned through world experience.
Caliban knew it was time to move on. He'd never been in one place for so long since his mother died, and his wanderlust was starting to get to him. There was so much he had yet to see and steal. He worked with Lorcan just long enough to earn the money to buy a horse. He was old enough to enlist now, but he had accepted a long time ago that that wasn't the path he was meant to follow.
He went to the nearby stables and bought the finest horse he could afford. A beautiful mottled grey stallion with one blue eye. He got him for a steal because the stable owner said he would probably go blind in the eye when he got older.
He left Foirfich a couple weeks later. The first town he came to, he got a chance to practice his new locksmithing skills, and in return he got the swordsmanship practice he'd been looking for. He roamed for a bit, meeting people and stealing things and getting into fights.
When he was twenty-three, by chance, he met his troupe once more, on the road to Gaothaidh. There were a few new faces, as well as many old ones. A few of his friends had passed on in the time since he had seen them last. He decided to travel with them again, and they welcomed him with open arms. He was like family to them. He tried to give them money and presents to make up for all they had done for him in the past, but they would accept very little. There was young woman travelling among the troupe now. A singer, with the voice and the face of an angel. Her name was Cytherea Greyfallow and she was the first woman Cal ever loved. She was also not entirely human. What other blood ran through her veins, he was never certain, because he didn't think it polite to ask. She was the most amazing singer he'd ever heard, and she brought the troupe more money than they'd ever had before. But it was fleeting. She was fleeting.
She left the troupe after three months of traveling with them. She told them she would go, and they all begged her to stay, and she didn't say anything else about it. The next morning she was gone. Caliban wanted to go looking for her, but he knew what a fruitless quest it would be. cont.
He spent the next few years in the company of the troupe, but soon he began to grow bored with the trouper life. He began to crave excitement and adventure.
So he left them once again in search of some.
OOC HANDLE;; ‘Crow’ is fine
A RANDOM FACT ABOUT YOU;; I have three tattoos, soon to be four
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