OOC: Character Profile
Full Name: Caelus Arryn Stark
Race: Other (Telepath)
Caelus can pick up conscious and subconscious thoughts from unshielded minds around him. The ability manifested with his father’s death / the onset of puberty, and although over the intervening years he has instinctively learned how to erect a barrier between himself and the world at large, it only cuts down on the amount of ‘white noise’ he has to deal with, it does not remove it entirely. The more emphatic a thought is, or the more stressed the mind is, the ‘louder’ Caelus hears it. These things can combine to provide him with vicious headaches / heavy distraction when he is around large crowds of people. He cannot auto-translate, so foreign characters, your specific word-thoughts are safe as long as you think in your own language. He will only be able to pick up basic glimpses / ideas of intent / pictures in your heads. Similarly with the Undead, he can detect haphazard fragments and glimpses of your thoughts.
Occupation: Minor noble / Guard
Faction, if applicable: Neutral / Royal House
Reputation & rumors:
Although Caelus can be classed as a ‘good lad’ overall, his reputation varies wildly from person to person. He is known for separating himself from his mother’s stoicism to the point of being considered reckless. He is a joker, a prankster, a carouser, a womanizer and a general layabout to most, but the people who work closest with him know better. He is known for an obsessive compulsion towards competition, but a relatively good sport on the times that he loses. He is renowned both for being laid back and for having an explosive temper in equal measure. He is not considered ready to run a household.
In the Guard HQ his reputation is, again, conflicting. On the one hand he is known for being brash, reckless, and somewhat lax when it comes to memorizing the rule book. He is lazy rather than dedicated, intuitive rather than methodical, and some people would say he chases off after groundless ideas. Those who pay more attention are more inclined to see that he prefers to do his real work at night when the office is quieter, that his hunches pay off 9.9 times out of 10, and that once he has a bee in his bonnet, he will not stop until he achieves his goal. Like his mother, it is wise to keep him away from kidnap crimes, especially where the victim is a small girl. He is known for having an uncanny ability to know what people are thinking (!!) and occasionally answer questions before they are voiced. The debate is often raised as to whether he is close to his mother or not - some would say he only retains his job because of who she is, others would be more inclined to think that they hate each other and Caelus goes out of his way to turn her hair grey.
Specific Rumours:
He knows what you are thinking (!!)
Has as many women as he has fingers.
Not to be taken seriously.
Age: 20
Birthday: June 15
Birth Location: Tyrol
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 155-160lbs
PB (Played-By): Thomas Dekker
History:
The first of three children, Caelus was born into a comfortable nest of life. As a bouncing baby boy full of zest from day one, he learned to crawl the moment it became inconvenient, learned to walk faster, and went from a happy, controllable baby to being the most inventive, invasive ball of energy almost overnight. His father was his hero, his mother an angel, and rare was the time when this particular baby boy was not laughing at something. The arrival of a younger brother did nothing to diminish the permanent good humour he held, although there were a few moments of jarred tempers whenever toys were distributed in the wrong order.
When his newly born sister was kidnapped mere days after her birth, the four-year-old Caelus was barely old enough to understand it. As with most small boys, he had conflicting interests with regards to the newest female addition to the household. Girls were cute, he had been told, but a noisy, squalling baby was anything but, and although he would never admit it, at the time he was a tiny bit glad the infant was taken away. This feeling faded as soon as he held the years to know the truth of it, and to this day he feels a historical sense of the protective nature that little sisters always have.
The next year of his life was a blur of an ever-present mother, her grief, and her eventual transition into the guard. Caelus thought this was amazing, and strutted for weeks. With a father in the Guard and a mother in the Guard, it was destiny, he would say, that Caelus too would go into that profession. His Governesses weren’t quite so enthusiastic, as he took to ‘practicing’ everywhere he could. His version of a training timetable involved wielding anything that could be considered a ‘sword’, dashing here, there, and everywhere, and mauling all the ‘criminals’ he could find - usually his friends, sibling, and any other children within reach. His games were never deliberately violent, but boys will be boys, and after one too many such activities resulted in accidental injuries and politely complaining parents, it was decided that Caelus would do better to put his energy into more useful avenues.
His parents took an active hand in his education, pushing him into weapons training, hand-to-hand martial practice, horse-riding, hunting with the dogs, and anything else that would teach him patience, kindness, control his temper, and overall how to use up each and every drop of that seemingly limitless energy that children of his age group possessed. It worked, and for a large chunk of the next few years Caelus’ life revolved around DOING THINGS and SLEEPING. Unfortunately for his tutors, THINGS did not always include academic studies, and it took creative methods to get the boy to sit still for any length of time. He would fidget, sigh, complain, and use his intelligence to come up with every excuse under the sun why it was impossible for him to be sitting here, inside, while the sun / rain / snow / horse / dog / world was out there, outside, without him in it. Fortunately, those tutors with more flexible methods were able to attract his interest in mysteries, harnessing the innate enthusiasm the boy had for his parents’ professions to direct him on treasure hunts, crime hunts, and other such adventures in order to instill the necessary facts and figures in his head.
The death of his father at sixteen hit Caelus extremely hard. His relationship with his mother was as close as any boy could wish, but as the firstborn he was bound to walk closely in his father’s shadow and wish, in every way, to be like him as much as possible. When the man perished carrying out the very profession Caelus so highly admired and his mother turned inwards in her grief, he comforted her as much as he could, but ultimately was unprepared and unready to assume the mantle of his father’s responsibilities. To bear with his own grief, he turned to the circle of bachelor friends he had pulled together, diving into drink, discovering women, and ultimately falling deep into the well of deliberate oblivion.
To make matters worse, he was assailed by headaches. Vicious, brain-stopping monsters stamped through his head on a regular basis, and whereas he blamed it at first on the ill-effects alcohol engaged on the unwary, Caelus knew deep within that the headaches he was experiencing had little to do with whether he mixed his drinks, drank too much, or in fact didn’t drink at all. For with the headaches came voices, unspoken, unvoiced, and unmouthed. They were voices he recognised, of friends and family and public alike, things they thought before speaking, ideas they considered but were too wary or polite to ask.
With Diana throwing herself and her grief fully into the Guard, it was unthinkable that he go to her to discuss the difficulties he was having. He needed to be independent, to make his own decisions, to rely on his mother less. With all of these things in mind, Caelus cobbled together ways of coping, by building flimsy mental barriers between himself and the noise outside, by exploring his talent in the base of a bottle, and by being absolutely appalled by the horrors a whore thought before, during, and post-coitus.
It turned into a bit of a joke, really.
A year ago, Caelus started to think about change. He knew, deep in his heart-of-hearts, that he was disappointing his mother and letting his brother down. He was managing to keep the requirements of his household going, making the books meet and finances balance, and he knew he was doing a decent job because they were continuing to hold their savings well and live comfortably. Outside of this, he was failing. He was not the supportive presence a male should be, especially a male who ran a household. His brother was old enough to need a guiding hand, but Caelus had no idea how to work on that level. His mother seemed invincible in public, but he knew full well that the first place she went when her mood dropped was the bottle in her study. He was not the son he should have been, not the son he could have been.
With thoughts of improving himself in mind, he applied for and won the long-coveted position in the Guard. His reputation as a cad-about-town did him no favours, and for the last year his status within the Guard rankings has gone up and down faster and more frequently than a whore’s underwear. He’s trying, though, and is confident that despite flagging willpower, and in spite of consistent failure to pull himself together and show his mother that he’s becoming an upstanding member of the adult public, that he has not yet got to the point where her shame has outweighed her love. So far, so good.
Personality:
Caelus likes the idea of people underestimating his intelligence and dedication. He greatly enjoys competition in any form, and if there was a race to see who could fall over first, he would hit the ground HARDER BETTER FASTER than any of you. He seeks to find oblivion and lose responsibility within alcohol, women, and general carousing, and possesses a neverending wealth of energy and enthusiasm for physical activity. He does his best to be the opposite of his mother in public: loud, social, friendly, cheeky, dramatically outspoken, and the type of youth that gives ALL or NOTHING. He limits the ALL to funtimes or secrecy, the NOTHING he’ll show to anyone. He has an explosive temper that he is at pains to control, but barring some specific trigger points he has it well in-hand. He is a fidget, he is impatient, and can be argumentative (Caelus is always right!).
Behind the reckless nature, Caelus is actually quite diligent. Although he is not one for enforced academia and goes out of his way to rebuff any suggestion that he likes to read, when a list or text captures his attention he will pore over it for hours until each and every salient detail is lodged between his ears. He has his mother’s attention to detail and a hound’s determination, and once he sniffs out a mystery he will not stop until he has the answers in his hand. Even though he does ridiculous things, Caelus has a strong grasp of morals and is exceptionally loyal to both friends and family. He is now also coming to the stage in his life where he is aware that playtime can’t last forever and is coming towards the crossroad point where he will want to change and mature.
Personality Keywords: jocular, optimistic, reckless, rebellious, instinctive, intuitive, protective, fierce, alpha male, ooh it’s shiny!
Appearance:
Caelus comes across as being larger than life. Like his mother he has attained a sensible height, but as yet he has not filled out into the man he will one day become. He has strong but narrow shoulders, long limbs that would look gawky if he hadn’t schooled them with weapons training, He is a very expressive creature in both facial expression and bodily gesture, and is seen with laughing eyes and a wide, gregarious grin more often than not. He has eyes that are a light hazel green and dark hair, the latter of which is customarily cut in a short, haphazard fashion. He is generally clean shaven but has been known to allow a small amount of stubble to grow in the aims of lending him a devilish cast. He echoes this in his choice of dress. Caelus has zero interest in either courtly or streetwise fashions, but does pay a vague sort of attention to how he looks. He cuts midway between practicality, comfort and rakish dishevelment which he claims will pull in more girls than he has hairs. He is clean as any active male of his age group, ensuring to bathe regularly and launder his clothing, but his penchant for weaponswork, fistfighting, horses, dogs, and general rambunctious activity leave him with scrapes, bruises, and miscellaneous dots of mud and scuff on his boots and uniform.
Languages Known: English, Latin, a little French, Dutch, German.
Skills: Fist fights, sword fights, interrogation, handling dogs and horses, handling beer and women, carousing!
Strengths: Affable, friendly, moralistic, adaptable, chronically optimistic, attention to detail, tenacity, ability to bounce back in the face of adversity.
Weaknesses: Family, friends, the loss of his sister and his father, a penchant for laziness and procrastination, a fast mouth, a faster attention span, impatience, and a horrific temper. Also a little homophobic, sry.
Race: Other (Telepath)
Caelus can pick up conscious and subconscious thoughts from unshielded minds around him. The ability manifested with his father’s death / the onset of puberty, and although over the intervening years he has instinctively learned how to erect a barrier between himself and the world at large, it only cuts down on the amount of ‘white noise’ he has to deal with, it does not remove it entirely. The more emphatic a thought is, or the more stressed the mind is, the ‘louder’ Caelus hears it. These things can combine to provide him with vicious headaches / heavy distraction when he is around large crowds of people. He cannot auto-translate, so foreign characters, your specific word-thoughts are safe as long as you think in your own language. He will only be able to pick up basic glimpses / ideas of intent / pictures in your heads. Similarly with the Undead, he can detect haphazard fragments and glimpses of your thoughts.
Occupation: Minor noble / Guard
Faction, if applicable: Neutral / Royal House
Reputation & rumors:
Although Caelus can be classed as a ‘good lad’ overall, his reputation varies wildly from person to person. He is known for separating himself from his mother’s stoicism to the point of being considered reckless. He is a joker, a prankster, a carouser, a womanizer and a general layabout to most, but the people who work closest with him know better. He is known for an obsessive compulsion towards competition, but a relatively good sport on the times that he loses. He is renowned both for being laid back and for having an explosive temper in equal measure. He is not considered ready to run a household.
In the Guard HQ his reputation is, again, conflicting. On the one hand he is known for being brash, reckless, and somewhat lax when it comes to memorizing the rule book. He is lazy rather than dedicated, intuitive rather than methodical, and some people would say he chases off after groundless ideas. Those who pay more attention are more inclined to see that he prefers to do his real work at night when the office is quieter, that his hunches pay off 9.9 times out of 10, and that once he has a bee in his bonnet, he will not stop until he achieves his goal. Like his mother, it is wise to keep him away from kidnap crimes, especially where the victim is a small girl. He is known for having an uncanny ability to know what people are thinking (!!) and occasionally answer questions before they are voiced. The debate is often raised as to whether he is close to his mother or not - some would say he only retains his job because of who she is, others would be more inclined to think that they hate each other and Caelus goes out of his way to turn her hair grey.
Specific Rumours:
He knows what you are thinking (!!)
Has as many women as he has fingers.
Not to be taken seriously.
Age: 20
Birthday: June 15
Birth Location: Tyrol
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 155-160lbs
PB (Played-By): Thomas Dekker
History:
The first of three children, Caelus was born into a comfortable nest of life. As a bouncing baby boy full of zest from day one, he learned to crawl the moment it became inconvenient, learned to walk faster, and went from a happy, controllable baby to being the most inventive, invasive ball of energy almost overnight. His father was his hero, his mother an angel, and rare was the time when this particular baby boy was not laughing at something. The arrival of a younger brother did nothing to diminish the permanent good humour he held, although there were a few moments of jarred tempers whenever toys were distributed in the wrong order.
When his newly born sister was kidnapped mere days after her birth, the four-year-old Caelus was barely old enough to understand it. As with most small boys, he had conflicting interests with regards to the newest female addition to the household. Girls were cute, he had been told, but a noisy, squalling baby was anything but, and although he would never admit it, at the time he was a tiny bit glad the infant was taken away. This feeling faded as soon as he held the years to know the truth of it, and to this day he feels a historical sense of the protective nature that little sisters always have.
The next year of his life was a blur of an ever-present mother, her grief, and her eventual transition into the guard. Caelus thought this was amazing, and strutted for weeks. With a father in the Guard and a mother in the Guard, it was destiny, he would say, that Caelus too would go into that profession. His Governesses weren’t quite so enthusiastic, as he took to ‘practicing’ everywhere he could. His version of a training timetable involved wielding anything that could be considered a ‘sword’, dashing here, there, and everywhere, and mauling all the ‘criminals’ he could find - usually his friends, sibling, and any other children within reach. His games were never deliberately violent, but boys will be boys, and after one too many such activities resulted in accidental injuries and politely complaining parents, it was decided that Caelus would do better to put his energy into more useful avenues.
His parents took an active hand in his education, pushing him into weapons training, hand-to-hand martial practice, horse-riding, hunting with the dogs, and anything else that would teach him patience, kindness, control his temper, and overall how to use up each and every drop of that seemingly limitless energy that children of his age group possessed. It worked, and for a large chunk of the next few years Caelus’ life revolved around DOING THINGS and SLEEPING. Unfortunately for his tutors, THINGS did not always include academic studies, and it took creative methods to get the boy to sit still for any length of time. He would fidget, sigh, complain, and use his intelligence to come up with every excuse under the sun why it was impossible for him to be sitting here, inside, while the sun / rain / snow / horse / dog / world was out there, outside, without him in it. Fortunately, those tutors with more flexible methods were able to attract his interest in mysteries, harnessing the innate enthusiasm the boy had for his parents’ professions to direct him on treasure hunts, crime hunts, and other such adventures in order to instill the necessary facts and figures in his head.
The death of his father at sixteen hit Caelus extremely hard. His relationship with his mother was as close as any boy could wish, but as the firstborn he was bound to walk closely in his father’s shadow and wish, in every way, to be like him as much as possible. When the man perished carrying out the very profession Caelus so highly admired and his mother turned inwards in her grief, he comforted her as much as he could, but ultimately was unprepared and unready to assume the mantle of his father’s responsibilities. To bear with his own grief, he turned to the circle of bachelor friends he had pulled together, diving into drink, discovering women, and ultimately falling deep into the well of deliberate oblivion.
To make matters worse, he was assailed by headaches. Vicious, brain-stopping monsters stamped through his head on a regular basis, and whereas he blamed it at first on the ill-effects alcohol engaged on the unwary, Caelus knew deep within that the headaches he was experiencing had little to do with whether he mixed his drinks, drank too much, or in fact didn’t drink at all. For with the headaches came voices, unspoken, unvoiced, and unmouthed. They were voices he recognised, of friends and family and public alike, things they thought before speaking, ideas they considered but were too wary or polite to ask.
With Diana throwing herself and her grief fully into the Guard, it was unthinkable that he go to her to discuss the difficulties he was having. He needed to be independent, to make his own decisions, to rely on his mother less. With all of these things in mind, Caelus cobbled together ways of coping, by building flimsy mental barriers between himself and the noise outside, by exploring his talent in the base of a bottle, and by being absolutely appalled by the horrors a whore thought before, during, and post-coitus.
It turned into a bit of a joke, really.
A year ago, Caelus started to think about change. He knew, deep in his heart-of-hearts, that he was disappointing his mother and letting his brother down. He was managing to keep the requirements of his household going, making the books meet and finances balance, and he knew he was doing a decent job because they were continuing to hold their savings well and live comfortably. Outside of this, he was failing. He was not the supportive presence a male should be, especially a male who ran a household. His brother was old enough to need a guiding hand, but Caelus had no idea how to work on that level. His mother seemed invincible in public, but he knew full well that the first place she went when her mood dropped was the bottle in her study. He was not the son he should have been, not the son he could have been.
With thoughts of improving himself in mind, he applied for and won the long-coveted position in the Guard. His reputation as a cad-about-town did him no favours, and for the last year his status within the Guard rankings has gone up and down faster and more frequently than a whore’s underwear. He’s trying, though, and is confident that despite flagging willpower, and in spite of consistent failure to pull himself together and show his mother that he’s becoming an upstanding member of the adult public, that he has not yet got to the point where her shame has outweighed her love. So far, so good.
Personality:
Caelus likes the idea of people underestimating his intelligence and dedication. He greatly enjoys competition in any form, and if there was a race to see who could fall over first, he would hit the ground HARDER BETTER FASTER than any of you. He seeks to find oblivion and lose responsibility within alcohol, women, and general carousing, and possesses a neverending wealth of energy and enthusiasm for physical activity. He does his best to be the opposite of his mother in public: loud, social, friendly, cheeky, dramatically outspoken, and the type of youth that gives ALL or NOTHING. He limits the ALL to funtimes or secrecy, the NOTHING he’ll show to anyone. He has an explosive temper that he is at pains to control, but barring some specific trigger points he has it well in-hand. He is a fidget, he is impatient, and can be argumentative (Caelus is always right!).
Behind the reckless nature, Caelus is actually quite diligent. Although he is not one for enforced academia and goes out of his way to rebuff any suggestion that he likes to read, when a list or text captures his attention he will pore over it for hours until each and every salient detail is lodged between his ears. He has his mother’s attention to detail and a hound’s determination, and once he sniffs out a mystery he will not stop until he has the answers in his hand. Even though he does ridiculous things, Caelus has a strong grasp of morals and is exceptionally loyal to both friends and family. He is now also coming to the stage in his life where he is aware that playtime can’t last forever and is coming towards the crossroad point where he will want to change and mature.
Personality Keywords: jocular, optimistic, reckless, rebellious, instinctive, intuitive, protective, fierce, alpha male, ooh it’s shiny!
Appearance:
Caelus comes across as being larger than life. Like his mother he has attained a sensible height, but as yet he has not filled out into the man he will one day become. He has strong but narrow shoulders, long limbs that would look gawky if he hadn’t schooled them with weapons training, He is a very expressive creature in both facial expression and bodily gesture, and is seen with laughing eyes and a wide, gregarious grin more often than not. He has eyes that are a light hazel green and dark hair, the latter of which is customarily cut in a short, haphazard fashion. He is generally clean shaven but has been known to allow a small amount of stubble to grow in the aims of lending him a devilish cast. He echoes this in his choice of dress. Caelus has zero interest in either courtly or streetwise fashions, but does pay a vague sort of attention to how he looks. He cuts midway between practicality, comfort and rakish dishevelment which he claims will pull in more girls than he has hairs. He is clean as any active male of his age group, ensuring to bathe regularly and launder his clothing, but his penchant for weaponswork, fistfighting, horses, dogs, and general rambunctious activity leave him with scrapes, bruises, and miscellaneous dots of mud and scuff on his boots and uniform.
Languages Known: English, Latin, a little French, Dutch, German.
Skills: Fist fights, sword fights, interrogation, handling dogs and horses, handling beer and women, carousing!
Strengths: Affable, friendly, moralistic, adaptable, chronically optimistic, attention to detail, tenacity, ability to bounce back in the face of adversity.
Weaknesses: Family, friends, the loss of his sister and his father, a penchant for laziness and procrastination, a fast mouth, a faster attention span, impatience, and a horrific temper. Also a little homophobic, sry.