Profile
Country Affiliation: Reim
Race: Half-Fanalis (Human Dominant)
Tier: D
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 17, September 7th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Personality: Caelus is rather rash and straightforward. He will walk into a dangerous situation without forethought, taking any confrontation as a challenge to be dealt with. He probably gets this from his mother, a known hotheaded Fanalis. He is aware of this fault, and works to avoid his bad habit, but is mostly unsuccessful. It's a good thing that he's an excellent duelist, reading opponents in combat is a simple task for him. Caelus is pretty loose with his money, spending what he has in short order, and having to take jobs or fights to earn it back again. It's all part of the gladiator lifestyle, and all that he has left. He is still working through the tragedy that struck his family during Kou's attack on Reim a short while ago. Having lost both of his parents in the attack, Caelus is left without role models or support. He has few if any friends, either because he lost them to the battle as well, or because he drove them off with his anger. Things have calmed down considerably in his life, and time is beginning to heal the wounds that life dealt. Fortunately, his attitude is not that Fate has cursed him, merely that life has put another challenge to be dealt with.
Likes: A good fight always manages to bring Caelus out of his doldrums. The vigor and sport fuels his spirit and puts him in a good mood. On the softer side, surprisingly, the harp. Gentle tones and music calm him down and remind him of happy times, bringing with them a peaceful quiet.
Dislikes: Given more than enough reason to, Caelus is suspicious of, and sometimes openly aggressive against Kou citizens. Their number in Reim have been increasing lately, whittling away at the culture of the once mighty Reim. More than most, he hates their current "King", Lagi El Nagi. He thinks of the King as an opportunistic politician, who used the death of the previous King to secure the throne for himself. Lagi's technical Kou Citizenship only exacerbating these feelings.
Aspirations: Caelus wants to become the greatest fighter the world has ever known. He fights in the Colosseum daily to practice his skills in swordplay, and get closer to accomplishing this goal. Through this, he wishes to make a name for himself that the world cannot ignore. Someone that the people of Reim can look up to, and be proud of. And somewhere deep inside himself, he would like nothing more than to be the one to dethrone their traitor-king.
Phobias/fears: More than anything else, Caelus fears the death of a loved one. The foundation for his recovery, and the road to better himself, rested on his willingness to see what life throws at him as a challenge. But the wounds that Fate dealt him are still very fresh, and another loss like his parents and the others lost in the battle could be enough to push him over the edge into rage, despair, or worst of all, depravity.
Face-Claim: Lord Knight, Elsword
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Height: 175cm (5'9'')
Weight: 74.8kg (165 lbs)
Appearance: Caelus is most often seen wearing his red, white, and black padded clothes, along with his shoulder guards if he's fighting in the Colosseum. Outside, his preferred dress is more relaxed and comfortable, a simple tunic and trousers, or a wool shrit if the weather is cooler. He does own a brown cloak, but only wears it when it's raining. His hair is kept loose and messy, spiking naturally. Caelus doesn't have any "fancy" clothing, both because he can't afford it, and because he would have nothing to wear it to. The Gladiator's life is simple, and simple clothes do the simple job.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: The characteristic Red hair and eyes of the Fanalis have gotten him mistaken for such more than once. Sometimes its a good thing. Sometimes less so.
History: Caelus grew up in a happy home, in an urban part of Reim. His father, Cornelius, worked as a magician to the Emperor, and would bring home enough money to live comfortably. His mother, a Fanalis named Lalana, stayed at home. She took care of Caelus and also managed the household and expenses. She didn't trust Cornelius with a single coin, to which his father would respond by teasing her, telling her to stop with her singing, "lalala". This would get him a swift kick through a wall, and they'd all laugh. It was a good life, and until he was about 15, they lived it.
But the assassination of the emperor and the attack from the Kou empire changed all that. Cornelius raced off to protect the royal family, and Lalana took Caelus to hide. She was attacked in the streets, and even though her superior strength kept them safe for a while, she was worn down, and killed before his eyes. Caelus hid in the rubble of the city until the battle ended, knowing he'd be killed the moment he was seen. When he emerged, he saw his part of the city in ruins, and news reached him shortly thereafter that his father had been slain.
It was a rough time after that. Caelus received most of his meals from money he earned in the rebuilding effort, scarce as the money was. It often only earned him a piece of bread and weak soup. But once when he was eating a man stole his bread, claiming his right as an adult, and therefore being more useful. Caelus kicked the shit out of him and took his bread back, and shortly thereafter got a sponsor to be a Gladiator in the Colosseum. His sponsor was a man named Telleus, and he was kind to Caelus. He helped him work through his sadness regarding his family's death, and prompting him to move forward like they would have wanted. Telleus may have done this for his own benefit, or he may have genuinely been kind, but Caelus took it to heart and began training as hard as he could. Shortly thereafter he had a few fights under his belt, and enough money to his name to afford a small place with a low rent, his independence bolstering his confidence immensely.
At the moment, Caelus fights to gain strength and experience, focusing solely on that goal. But as he approaches 18 years of age, he knows that his time is coming to make his mark on the world.
Role-Play Sample: The walk up the stairs and platforms of this part of the dungeon proved only slightly more difficult than the cave which preceded it. Some of the stairs weren't quite as stable as they looked, and twice Altair almost fell to his death. But eventually, the team made it up to the glowing door that separated them from the next room. Altair took a breath, and then entered. The room was spectacular. it was full of treasure that would make even the richest king jealous. And in the center of the room, sat a single sword with a cloth wrapping it. Altair approached the swords, while taking a look at his surroundings. He noticed something about the treasure. Where was it's luster? it's shine? The treasure seemed to be all grayed out as though made of cheap charcoal rather than precious metals and gems. The sword however was in it's full glory. Altair didn't dare to touch it, as he knew that there could be any number of traps upon it. Also, they hadn't yet met an opponent on this floor of the dungeon, and Altair was worried that if he got distracted, they would get the drop on him. "Keep your eyes peeled Diego. We have no idea what could be coming."
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