Post by Squee on Aug 17, 2012 1:29:12 GMT -5
Seventh Character: Meira's permission
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”You are my light in the dark
You are the beating in my heart
Let me hold you now
Just like this before you start to cry”
~Angel in the Night by Basshunter~
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”You are my light in the dark
You are the beating in my heart
Let me hold you now
Just like this before you start to cry”
~Angel in the Night by Basshunter~
Name: Calithilon Ordir
Nickname: Calith, Cal, Lon, Lith, Pretty Boy, etc… If he knows you’re talking to him, he’ll respond.
Age: 28
Race: Lorrdian
Birth place: Lorrd
Height: 5’8
Weight: 137
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Yellow blond
Appearance:
By most standards, one could say Calith looks rather girlish. He is fair-skinned and a smooth faced man for the most part, though he does have some signs of acne scarring across his forehead and chin. A soft jawline and a femininely rounded chin. The eyes are rather normal for a man, though the bright, sapphire blue color seems to make them seem wider and adds an innocent vibe to him. His yellow blond hair is an extremely messy bob of multiple layers, long enough to fly into his face (which for some reason he likes).
He is on the shorter side when it comes to the average human male, but he doesn’t seem to mind so much. Though most males seem to draw attention to the fact he has to look up to see their eyes, Calith usually just smiles. It makes him nearer to female “eyes”, he says, with a devilish smirk and a wink. He is also rather scrawny and lacks bulk, but does have some muscle tone due to twirling his staff around. All in all, Calith is a small man without great girth on any part of his body. He hides this skinniness underneath his loose clothing, since he is slightly self conscious about his body.
Calith is a fan of lighter colors and therefore what he enjoys wearing. He likes to be seen as a bright figure, so his usual colors consist of white, light blue, and bright, sunny yellow. His clothes are extremely loose and flowy, with large sleeves and pant legs, and with knot designs up and down the sleeves and outside of pants legs. These robes also have little bobbles of them, with just enough flare to stand out against the actual robe. White with light blue, light blue with yellows, and yellows with bright oranges.
Personality:
Calith is just one of those happy people that sometimes people want to punch. Like his clothing, Calith tends to have a very bright disposition and is often found with some sort of smile or silly grin on his face. His entire life is centered on optimism and it is a trait he has carried from his youngest years. If you asked him “when’s the last time you cried?”, he’d answer “When I wanted my bottle”. It takes a lot for him to be upset, insulted, or angry and this is a quality he has developed over the years since leaving Lorrd.
Besides being positively cheerful much of the time, Calith also has a kind, caring heart and mind. This lends itself into his healing abilities. He puts other people, specifically people he knows intimately, before himself. Then there is the general “if it’s broken, bleeding, or sick, I’m going to care for it” mentality. He doesn’t believe in wasting his talents; he was given them for a reason, so he will never squander the opportunity to heal another person. Not only does it make the other person’s life better, but it also gives him practice in his skill.
He is a natural focuser and observer. As a reader of body-language and faces, Calith has an uncanny ability to see a person’s intentions before they act on them. Most of the time, this means he can be prepared. Once a situation is triggered, he can and will use any means necessary to either end the unhappy scenario, or protect and support while someone else ends it. His concentration is difficult to break; he often describes moments of pure chaos as the moments that he is calmest. Chaos does not frustrate him or annoy him; it only triggers his need to be calm. When he’s studying someone’s body language or concentrated on a task, his smile thins into a straight line. This is almost the only time he is not incredibly chipper.
“Because if the surgeon is freaking out, how can the patient feel relaxed?”
Profession: Stellar Mythic; Healer
Skills:
-Medicinal/biological knowledge
-Reads body-language and facial expressions
-fluent in “kinetic communication”
Previous Faction: Gray Jedi/ Just a civilian?
Mastery Level: Knight
Staff
“anga faun”
Calith’s staff is only two inches taller than him and dubbed “iron cloud”. The diameter is proportional to his size, and the body is smooth with a grayish-white color. For the most part, it is a simple tool and weapon without much decoration except for the crown. The top is headed by a four piece branch which twists into swirls at the tips. Within the branches rests and very bright yet deep blue gem; the kind of blue which people associate with serenity and peace. Calith carries the staff as a symbol and an actual weapon, not as something to help bolster his powers.
“Powerful objects attract those with avarice and unsatisfied appetites thirsting for conquest. Why should I put myself in danger?”
Sword
“faroth ten’menel”
When translated, the dagger’s name is “hunt for heaven”. The hilt has a twisted grip of silver and black, inlayed tiny blue and white gemstones. It also has an ornate, silver color branch, like threads of metal twisting together into a complicated knot design. The guard is thin and black. Faroth’s 6” blade is fine, shiny, silver, comes to a point, and sharpened often. It fits into a relatively plain black sheath with a single, circular, celtic-like knot pattern on the side. Usually, Calith only uses the blade to cut away clothing from a wound in order to perform a healing task. Occasionally though, someone is better off dead than to go through a healing process, or are simply too far beyond Calith’s ability to heal.
“There is heaven in the soothing power of healing; there is heaven when the heart no longer lives.”
[/color]Mythos Abilities or practices:
Flare
Protection
Energy
Healing
Specialized Skills:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense:1
Protection: 6
Healing: 7
Destruction: 1
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
It has only been roughly seventy (70) years since the end of the Kanz Disorder and since the shackles of slavery were struck from the Lorrdians’ wrists. Calith is a second generation freed child; his grandfather and grandmother were the last people in his family to be slaves to the Argazdans.
Life was relatively quiet growing up in an extended nuclear family. As quiet as it can be with young children screaming for food and fighting over toys, since Calith always called his cousins “brothers” as well.
His household consisted of his grandparents, his parents, his two uncles and aunts, two sisters, and seven cousins. Now, while such a large home does not seem like it would be quiet, it was certainly quieter than any other species’ home. Calith’s grandparents didn’t speak; they gestured and moved their bodies and made extreme faces in the Lorrdian’s special language through kinetic communication. It was what they grew up knowing until they were freed, and learning a different language was hard. Plus, why should they break tradition?
Calith’s parents and relatives grew up learning kinetic communication, though they also learned some spoken words. Sometimes Calith’s parents would use a spoken language when they were just among themselves and his older relatives. But whenever they were around Calith’s grandparents, it was the art of body language they spoke. So Calith, when he was old enough to form words, learned some words from his parents, aunts and uncles, and his older sister. Yet he also grew up learning how to ask for the same thing using his body language.
School was focused around learning new words. Six year old Calith wasn’t used to using his voice so much, and it was sort of weird to speak so much. He learned to write the spoken words as well. He had another language class, however, where they learned to control and speak using their bodies. Kinetic communication wasn’t dead, and the Lorrdians didn’t want it to fade away into only a memory. It had made their history; it had made his people unique because otherwise, they were just mere humans.
School was one of those things that Calith succeeded at without exceeding the expectation. He always did just enough by the way of school work to earn the “B” grade. Numbers and written language was not interested him. Probably the only reason he kept a good grade was because of his grandmother.
It was always said that Calith held a special place in his heart for his grandmother, and that was true. When no one else could talk Calith into or out of something, or a lecture was being shrugged off, everyone would turn to the grandmother, Iorel. Somehow, the older woman always spoke directly to the heart of Calith’s problem or helped him open his eyes to other people’s issues. It’s not that Calith didn’t love the rest of his family. He just, for some reason, branded his grandmother as special and expressed more outward love for her than for any other person. Or that may have just been the “I’m grandma; you are required to hug me” attitude she gave off.
Calith took a lot of guff from his friends growing up because he looked like a girl. More so than the other boys his age or just above his age. It wasn’t just his round, baby-ish face or his bright blue eyes; it was the hair. The yellow blond locks were smooth, soft, and long. Calith had, since he was six, allowed his head to be a template for his sister, Edeneth, who liked playing and styling his hair. She was four years older than him, and fascinated by how straight and moveable his hair was while hers was unruly and curly. Edeneth hated his boyish tendency to neglect his hair, so she would wash it at night and brush it at night until he declared she was too old for him to do that (which was when he was about eight). Calith had also subjected his hair to many a horrible hair-cuts when he was nine, ten, and eleven, just so that Edeneth could practice cutting hair. It seemed to be a passion of hers, and he actually liked it when she brushed his hair.
In his eleventh year, Calith took a special liking to swinging a stick around. At the same time, his mother was less than thrilled because he broke a few of her vases by accident. He swung his stick around for a year before his parents replaced it with a real staff and sent him to learn under someone. Classes weren’t as much fun as just randomly coming up with his moves, but he liked it well enough to stay with the practice.
When he was twelve, a newcomer entered his life. There was news around his home town of a strange person, Rirosdes, who’d come to Lorrd to gather information about them. She was Morellian, and therefore looked human enough for the Lorrdians to feel comfortable about her. However, she sure was bizarre, mostly because she only knew how to talk using her voice. It was difficult for the Lorrdians to not take her body language as offensive; after all, it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know.
At first, she was the laughing stock of Calith and his friends. They would make fun of the way she walked and talked and carried her body. They played pranks on her; like the bucket in the doorway and boxes with small dead animals delivered to her doorstep.
It was all fun and games until she came to dinner at the Ordir household. Iorel, his grandmother, was being especially sweetly nice to Rirosdes. And soon into dinner, Iorel embarrassed Calith by telling the family about his latest prank on Rirosdes and he was made to stand on his chair and give the longest apology of his life. Rirosdes accepted the apology nicely, with a smile on her face, and told him what a great boy he was for owning his mistake. Her comment and his grandmother’s stare made Calith wither with regret. Needless to say, he didn’t pull anymore pranks on her. No, actually, his parents told him he was to help her learn the Lorrdian language.
The more time Calith spent with Rirosdes, the more he liked her. At first, he was incredibly apologetic, wanting to make up for all the terrible things he’d done to her. Rirosdes spent a lot of her time laughing at the young boy, patting him on the head, and assuring him he was all right. She was a strange woman who could do strange things and smelled of strange objects. Her eyes had a slight glow about them and she could make a little ball of light appear in her hand. Yet he still liked her well enough, and she impressed him with how fast she picked up some of the quirks of kinetic communication.
She actually moved in with the Ordir family, and he caught her outside one night looking at the stars with the ball of light cupped in her hands. After he wandered out to make sure she was okay, she actually said she could teach him how to make the little ball of light appear in his hands. He was thirteen at the time, and the thought he could do something like that, though strange, was fascinating. It took a few days, but, with Rirosdes’ help, he managed to startle himself with the small light ball. And the questions began flowing and didn’t stop: how did she do that? How did he do that? What else did she know?
It was during his early teen years that Iorel’s health began to fail her; her immune system was so heavily compromised that she often had difficulty fighting off the smallest infection or simplest cold. Rirosdes proved to be an increasingly good friend to the Ordir family as she used her knowledge and abilities to help heal Iorel. Once again, Calith was fascinated by the red-haired woman’s skill in a force (Mythos) greater than him. And for the sake of his grandmother, he looked right into the Morellian’s eyes and said, “Show me how.”
Rirosdes taught him simple things, she said, but they were so difficult for him. She offered a substance called etherium, explaining to Calith’s parents that it would help him with learning the Mythos. His parents rejected and denied letting him smoke the substance. They didn’t mind that he studied the Mythos from the woman, especially if he was gifted in the talent, but he would not smoke the etherium substance under their roof. So Calith continued to study the Mythos under Rirosdes without the etherium aid.
He was constantly hovering over the Morellian woman’s shoulder whenever she tended to Iorel. Unfortunately, no matter what Calith and Rirosdes seemed to do, Iorel just grew frailer and sicklier. She soon became bedridden and Calith felt himself slipping with his grandmother. He was supposed to be learning these things to help make her better. In her last weeks, Calith was seen almost constantly by his grandmother’s bedside talking to her, petting her, reassuring her, and doing what he could for her. He would only leave her side to go out for a little bit of staff practice. When Calith was fifteen, Iorel died, and it devastated the teenager. He took to being by himself, staring into space, crying his big blue eyes out, or being in a trance as he carried his body through staff practice. Once again his older sister came to brush his hair, and others tried to comfort him, but no one could reach him. No one could connect to him like Iorel had.
When Calith finally emerged from his period of grief, he declared suddenly that he wanted to go to Aiaru to learn the mythos like Rirosdes knew it. He couldn’t shake that if he had only known more, he could have saved his grandmother. That if his talents had been strengthened, he could have done so much more and she would still be there. After some fighting with his parents, it was finally settled that Calith would go to Aiaru, and Rirosdes would take him, and he would continue to teach her kinetic communication.
It was on the trip to Aiaru that Calith first smoked etherium, and it was traumatic. Rirosdes had to spend time comforting him as he shook from bouts of hallucinations, at which he would scream at. At first he didn’t want the next smoke, but he broke when the withdrawal symptoms grew too much for him to handle. He found that if he focused on physical exercise (generally meaning staff work) while on etherium, he could deal with his hallucinations.
His integration into Mythic life was rather simple and very easygoing. Since he was already learning from Rirosdes, Calith was pretty much welcomed with arms wide open. He did, however, spend some time with some of the more experienced Mythics to determine some of his more unique abilities. There was an understanding in his passion for healing, and someone mentioned that he should perhaps couple this with protection. It was a support role, but it was obvious Calith had no intentions of ever hurting someone.
Rirosdes continued to look after Calith. She encouraged him to nurture his caring spirit that he had developed while looking out for his grandmother. If he was going to be a healer and protector, he needed to be blind to everyone’s faults and only open himself up to being kind and loving. He wasn’t allowed to contain his grief or his bitterness toward Iorel’s death, because it would only taint his heart. So Calith tried, over and over, and heard encouraging word after lecturing word, Calith began to understand.
While no one in the Mythic Tower was going to replace Iorel, he did begin to see a bit of her everywhere. By seeing bits of her spirit and personality in other people, Calith slowly overcame his extreme grief over her. He developed a belief that everyone shares a little bit of each other within them. There is at least one characteristic trait he shares with another person, and all these traits linked together to that every living being is linked together on a personal level. It’s not the mythos; it’s the personality. All people... make up one person.
It was because of this way of thinking that Calith developed his awfully cheerful and friendly disposition over the years. If another person had a little piece of him, why should he be mean to that person? It would like being rude or cruel to himself! Now, of course, most people didn’t see that, so he is still met with opposition from people who roll their eyes at his friendliness and enthusiasm at meeting new people.
Rirosdes found his new attitude incredibly malleable when it came to healing and protection. Though at first he would grow frustrated, she would remind him that he was learning in order to help people. And by helping people, he was helping himself. When he was still practicing keeping this attitude, there was a lot of quitting and raging still and comments about how he didn’t care. By the time that he was twenty-one, however, Calith had his new attitude under his thumb and it helped him tremendously during his stressful and frustrated periods.
Calith learned most of his healing from Rirosdes, since it was one of her stronger points. However, he studied protective whirl-winds under another Mythic nicknamed Juniper, a rather stereotypical zeltron who liked to turn practice sessions into games so that Calith actually wanted to practice. However, Juniper specialized in created giant winds to make a form of connection. While Calith learned how to create protective winds, he also discovered his potential and natural talent for manipulating the raw mythos, or Energy.
However, Energy had a price: it required him to have a high dosage of etherium. Not only did the affects of etherium increase his clear-headedness and sharpen his focus, but he also felt incredibly empowered. He felt more connected to the mythos than ever before, and it all depended on the amount of etherium in his system. The more clarity he felt, the better his ability to form solids with Energy, including but not limited to barriers. Needless to say, Calith became tremendously addicted to etherium by the time he was twenty-five.
Watching Calith go through withdrawal gross increasingly disturbing. His normally cheerful demeanor wears off and he grows irritable. Irrate expressions become a permanent scowl. From scowl, he becomes angry and irrational, and he continues to slip while finding himself twitchy and sweaty. He worries about the stages after being mildly irrational, but he has never been that far. He doesn’t like going through withdrawal and he is horrified by some of the stories his friends have told about him suffering.
In addition to the mythos barriers, Calith also knows how to create bubbles of space with his staff. After coming to the Mythic Tower, Calith sought out a professional in order to teach him how to properly handle a staff for combat situations. He was quite dedicated to the art, sometimes spending full days just on staff technique. He practiced using the staff until the technique became reflexive. When he came time to have his own personal staff, he kept it relatively simple with few ornaments. Calith then spent time growing comfortable with his staff’s weight to ensure he was at his best. Once Calith has established a “bubble” around himself or another person, he uses whatever means to maintain that sense of space, via mythos or staff.
Calith put much of his practices to use in the field. He often journeyed back to Lorrd and visited different sections of the planet. He enjoyed the opportunity to heal someone, because he liked making people feel better. While he does not want anyone to ever suffer (Calith will, in fact, prevent or shelter others from pain if he’s aware of the danger), he will not sit on the sidelines and say a person is too beneath him for healing. All people should be well, regardless of history or status.
He would also stop by to see how his family was doing and to visit his grandmother’s grave. Sometimes someone would catch him speaking to no one in particular, as if reassuring another person that he was using his talents to their fullest potential and was always learning. Grandma was right; school and learning was important. His mother made a passing comment to him that he could speak toward his grandmother anywhere because she was not bound to Lorrd alone. Although Calith nodded, he commented that home was where he felt the most affected by her. He couldn’t see her in other parts of the galaxy because he never saw her there. She was always at home, however, and he could see her outside in the rocking chair or sitting at the dining room table. That was why he came to Lorrd to speak to her.
He also came back to Lorrd to brush up on his kinetic communication. In a lot of his off world exploits, he noticed he had avoided trouble by simply reading peoples’ body languages. Calith even prevented a couple of his friends from getting mugged and beaten to near death because he had noticed something in another’s body language. He’d cracked down on a smuggler trying to steal etherium once too. The investigation into the smuggler would have never happened if Calith hadn’t been able to read the silent clues in the way the smuggler was gesturing. While not one person followed the pattern of kinetic communication, as they did on Lorrd, Calith realized similarities in the way people moved naturally (without thinking) and the way his people moved in order to “speak” to each other. It was practice it or lose it, and Calith decided it was in his best interest to keep up with the Lorrdian people “language”. Not every motion is a cue, however, and Calith understands this and has thirteen years of experience.
If there is one thing that Calith has always struggled with, it was the mythic’s “memory imprint”. As a man with no ability or desire for telepathy, Calith has resigned himself from the specialized skill. The Mythics, as a whole, may wish to seek knowledge. As for Calith, he says, “I will protect those who wish to seek, wish to learn, and wish to understand.” His ambitions are not so much toward seeking out the information itself as it is to protect it and protect those who look for it.
“For you may have a great, big, strong tower with lots of warriors who crusade to add to it… but if you leave no guardians at the tower, how do you expect the enemy not to burn it down?”
RP Sample:
That boy was fidgety. Anxious? No… nervous. And undecided.
Calith sat under the shade of a canvas pullout that was above his head. The day was nice, so he decided it was best to sit outside the café today to drink his chilled tea. He smiled at the people who glanced at him, their eyes drawn to the brightly clothed person sitting in stark contrast to the café’s black and red background. Most of those people furrowed their brow at him and continued to walk on, however. On Lorrd, a furrowed brow was to express anger. These people were not angry with him, Calith knew. They were just confused by him, but that was okay.
The boy across the street was the one he was mostly concerned and intrigued with. Whenever someone fought between two ideas, their body language exploded into chaos that matched their indecision. One moment, they were confident, and their chin was up, meaning they thought they were the best. The next moment, they shied away from their target person or place, utterly unconvinced of “the best thing”.
In this case, the boy was unconvinced about a decision regarding a person preparing tropical drinks at a selling stand. Though he had strolled up rather proudly, probably thinking “I can do this, I can do this”. He was much more comfortable then the seller’s back was turned away from him. The boy exhibited shame whenever the drink seller turned completely toward him. The Mythic could see the boys thoughts: yes, no, yes, just do it, no, maybe I shouldn’t, but what if...
If Calith had to guess, the boy was roughly nine. Rugged scrapes on his knees and a bird’s nest for hair, with both bruises and dirt smattered on his face. He also had to be an orphan, because who’s mother would let him go around looking like that? And he had to be hungry, which was why he was eyeing that fruity cocktail stand.
The boy suddenly switched to a very firm “yes” and Calith sighed. He had hoped the boy would become a permanent “no” and not do something naughty in front of him. As if was, Calith couldn’t just sit there and watch a man be robbed. He wouldn’t stand to watch the boy get yelled at either, and be called all sorts of nasty things. A thief is not something a nine-year-old boy should have to be called.
Calith set his tea on the little black table and dropped a little tip. At least he had gotten to drink most of his tea. He scooped up his staff leaning against the rail and stepped away from the café. Watching out for animal drawn carts, Calith crossed the little street and turned left, walking toward the cocktail stand. Just as he passed the stand, the boy worked up enough courage to start sprinting. He wanted to do it hit and run style, then, eh? Reaching behind him, Calith found the hook for his staff and snapped his weapon onto his back.
The boy came close and Calith timed it just right. One moment the kid was belting for the stand, the next, Calith was swing the boy up in a circle by the armpits. Instinctually, the boy grabbed at Calith’s shoulders as he wrapped his arms more firmly around the child.
“Hey there, buddy!” Calith beamed at the extremely confused boy. “What’s your name?”
The boy paused. “I’m… not supposed to tell strangers my name.”
“Oh? That’s a very good rule! Who taught it to you?”
“Mom.”
“Where’s Mom now?”
The boy stayed quiet. And after a couple of moments, Calith bounced the boy to get his attention. “I see now. I also saw what you were about to do. Didn’t Mom teach you stealing wasn’t right? Uh-uh. No, no, don’t say anything. I have a way of knowing things, little man.” Calith smiled and winked, hoping the attitude would calm the boy. “But, I won’t tell.”
Calith rubbed the boy’s back and carried him toward the cocktail stand. The boy’s fingers dug into his shoulders the closer they got. “Don’t,” the boy said.
“Don’t worry. You, Mister Cocktail Mixer, do you sell your fruits? May I buy some anyway? I am not looking for a drink, merely the fruit. Please? I’ll pay whatever you want.” The man was shooting glowers to the boy in Calith’s arms. It must not have been the first time he’s been robbed by a dirty orphan. The man continued to pause for several moments, but then Calith saw the man agree before he nodded consent.
Calith set the boy down on the ground, telling him to stay nearby, as he bargained with the man. Afterward, the Mythic took the boy by the hand and led him away. “Where are your friends?” The boy shook his head. He wasn’t going to lead Calith to where he slept at night. The street orphans were probably constantly run out of one area to another once they were discovered.
“All right then,” he said. He crouched and held out the bag of fruit to the boy. “Take this then. Don’t steal, okay? Can you think of ways to get a little money? Maybe you can help grannies cross the street, or carry their things. Grannies love it when you do that kind of thing. Don’t steal. Don’t let others tell you to steal. Got it?” The boy nodded. “Okay.” Calith released the bag of fruit.
At first the boy didn’t go away. He stood there staring down at his feet, covered by a pair of ragged looking sandals. Then suddenly the boy fell forward and wrapped his arms around the Mythic. “Thank you.”
Calith put his arms around the boy and hugged him close. “Such good manners. Nice boy like you…” It was too bad he couldn’t feel the mythos on the boy. “Go eat lunch now. Be good.”
“Okay.”
Standing tall, Calith turned his back on the boy, pulling his staff off his back while he did so. Too bad indeed.
