|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 7:20 pm
This is the Data Log of Cailan.
Cailan is played by Siennaed.
Age: Child
Gender: Male
Release Date: ??? Terraform and it's art (c) Mechanical Bird. Concepts created by the owner of this journal are (c) them. Not yours.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:20 pm
1. You're welcome to post here, but please don't be disruptive.
2. Please don't post for Cailan or Zach unless given permission to do so.
3. Keep it PG-13. I will.
4. If you want a scene, post here or PM me. I'll try to check often.
5. More to be added as necessary.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:22 pm
Name: Cailan Dex
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance:
- Hair Colour, Texture, Length and Style: Cailan's hair is so dark it might as well be black. It is coarse and thick. He wears it short except for one braid that starts behind his left ear and falls to his elbow. It fades to blond at the tip of the braid.
- Eye Colour: Very blue.
- Skin Colour: Milk-in-the-coffee tan.
- Dress Type: Cailan prefers not to wear shirts at all when he can get away with it. When he can't, he wears wife beaters or sleeveless shirts. He favors leather pants and heavy boots. Add fingerless gloves and the outfit is complete.
- Abnormalities/Additions/Special Notes, if any: Cailan is built like a brick outhouse. He's not bodybuilder big, but he is athletic.
Terra's Personality: Despite the fact that Cailan comes from a warrior culture, he doesn't particularly like to fight. He won't start them, but he will finish them if they're brought to him. He is fiercely loyal to those he considers "his".
He has a sense of humor, though he doesn't smile often. He even more rarely laughs, but he does enjoy a good joke. Practical jokes, though not the slapstick type. He would never set someone up to get hurt, but he would hand them a stone spoon for their soup that dissolved into sand as soon as it got wet.
He also has moments of coltish clumsiness. He's working on this.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:23 pm
Terra's 'Foreign' Planet Name: Rhodi
Planet's Type: When imagining Rhodi, think the Italian countryside: rolling hills, waving, golden grass, inviting bodies of gem-colored water and clear blue skies. The weather is temperate, the land is fertile and dotted with orchards, vineyards, and villas.
And there the comparison ends. Rhodi has a gravity field several times that of Gaia. The people are, therefore, all thickly built (yes, even the women). They are a planet of living sculptures, more or less.
Brief Description of Planet's Culture: The Rhodiman are a culture of opposites. Within the villas -- walled, family-centered villages -- they encourage writing and music, dance and discourse. They play games, trade stories, and build families. Merchants are welcomed when they travel between villas, sharing news and encouraging trade between settlements.
But outside the walls, there are no such civilized rules. Any villa can attack another to improve their land holdings, to take new women for marriages and breeding, or simply for power. For this reason, Rhodiman boys are taught from an early age to fight, and to win, no matter the cost. They train within their own villas and compete in the summers in gladiatorial-like competitions on neutral ground.
Those who win gladiatorial matches are often gifted with land, wives, or both. Those among them who are Called often rise to positions of power, leading villas as the Prime male.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:24 pm
Terra's Guardian: Zach(ariah) Montrose.
Guardian Description/Backstory: Zach was a police officer, but was forced into early retirement due to an injury. He wasn't ready to simply sit in a corner getting fat and grey. Taking responsibility for Cailan seemed like the perfect opportunity to stay sharp. He likes the kid, genuinely cares about him. He also likes to try to out think him and beat him at his own jokes. At six feet tall, he's not quite a physical match for Cailan, but he can hold his own.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:25 pm
Cailan will probably make friends.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:26 pm
Cailan is one of the Called from his world. Long story short, this means that he has earth magic. He can make himself immovable by "rooting" himself to the ground. He can summon objects of dirt, clay or stone. He can also, if he concentrates, make himself invulnerable. Any distraction, however, means that the effect disappears immediately.
And occasionally, as per his picture, he picks up things he didn't mean to pick up. Like flowers. Or small animals.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:28 pm
Cailan will get out and RP with people too.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:29 pm
And now, random post claiming.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:30 pm
Because I might need these.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:31 pm
Things do come up, after all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 11:37 pm
But even numbers are nice, so now I'm done.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 9:15 am
Cailan's introductory story:
"There's nothing wrong with sharing."
Cailan stomped through the living room toward his bedroom. His shoulders were high and tight. He felt hot inside, like he'd eaten soup too fast. He wanted to make fists but he didn't let himself. He wouldn't get angry or throw a tan-trum, like Zach said. Zach had told him that only little children did that. Cailan wasn't little. He didn't want to be a child.
"Don't walk away." Zach's voice carried well even though he wasn't shouting. "Let's talk about this."
Cailan filled his lungs with as much breath as he could get, held it, then exhaled as he turned around. "I don't think there's something to talk about."
Zach sat on the arm of the sofa and spread his hands. "We could start with why you got so upset. It was just a box of cereal."
"The last box," Cailan reminded him. "The last box of food."
Zach smiled. "We were in a grocery store, Cailan. There was plenty more food. More cereal, even. Just not that kind."
"But you didn't even stop the man who took the last box out from under your hand. You didn't say anything. You didn't fight back."
Zach's eyebrows lifted. "We don't have to fight for our food, Cailan. We can share. We've talked about this."
"Yes," he agreed. "Here, in your home. Because we live together, because we are like family, but that man was a stranger. We're not supposed to share with them." He paused, eyebrows pulling together. "Are we?"
Zach smiled, ducked his head and stood, crossing the room until they stood toe to toe. Cailan wasn't quite as tall as he was, but he would be soon. The difference in their heights made him stand up taller.
"It's never wrong to share," Zach said. "Maybe he needed the cereal more than we do. We can eat something else for breakfast in the morning. Maybe he doesn't have anything else."
Cailan frowned. "He didn't look like he was starving to me."
Zach laughed. "Yeah, well, me either, but you never know."
The frown remained. "What if he didn't need the food at all, but only took it because we let him. Is that still right?"
Zach tilted his head, thinking. Cailan watched his forehead wrinkle and his gaze slide sideways. That was something else he'd had to get used to. They didn't always make eye contact. Cailan still had to remind himself that looking elsewhere was okay.
"If I found out that the guy reached for the last box just to play a trick on us? I guess I'd be upset about that. I don't like to be fooled like that."
Relief swept through Cailan. This, at least, made sense. "No, neither do I. So. I will...hope," he tried, "that he was an honest man and I will forgive him."
Zach grinned, teeth bright against the dark brown hue of his skin. He clapped Cailan on the shoulder and gripped lightly. "How about pizza tonight to make up for it?"
Pizza. Cailan loved the stuff. The faintest smile tugged at his lips before he gave in. "Yes, pizza. Please." Pizza, and then he'd go to his room and think about this sharing thing a little bit more.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
