Ryne Everett Caliban

[Ryne Caliban]

The Basics

[/i][/size][/right]

Name: Ryne Everett Caliban
Nicknames: Evie
Age: Eighteen
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Summoning: Or at least that's what Evie calls it. In its simplest form, it's teleportation by portals. By creating two portals, one near the object he wants to "summon" and one near himself, he can pull the object through the dimensional rift, and to his own location. Evie is however very limited in his ability to use this power. For one, the dimensional portal he creates is but a one way street. He can bring objects through it, but he can't send anything back. There is also a size and distance limit to what he can summon. At the point he's at right now, he can only summon objects of a certain mass (no more than a small desk right now) , and within a quarter mile radius. Objects cannot include living organisms. And of course, the larger the object, the more energy and skill it takes to summon. It takes Evie a lot of concentration to control this ability. This being, he often gets migraines if he works at it too long or too hard. If he doesn't concentrate hard enough, he might summon the wrong object.
Play By: Mitch Hewer

The Details

Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Dark Gray
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? On his side lies an hourglass.
Any Scars? Faded scars that one would think were from a boy rough housing as a child.
General Appearance: With blond hair, that he keeps medium length and shaggy, and graphite gray eyes, there’s not really much that separates Evie from the other blond haired gray eyed boys. He’s decently tall, standing at five feet, eleven inches. His weight is a hundred and thirty five pounds.. His muscles are toned rather than buffed. His physical age deems him to be around his late teens and early twenties, though mentally he could be mistaken for a little kid sometimes.

Clothing wise, he generally wears well fitting shirts. They seem to be more of his style, rather than baggy shirts.. As for pants though, he likes them loose. A light zip-up hoodie, and simple cargo pants are enough for him. He carries a simple ashen colored messenger bag to carry most of his items. On his neck he wears two necklaces. One a silver ring, a white tribal pattern, that forms hearts every now and then with it's lines is the design. And the other an angel wing.

The only other marks that grace his body are scarred tissues over his legs and arms. They are mostly the result of bullies that picked on him as a child, before he learned to fight back. They aren’t too visual, just little patches here and there, but nothing that stands out too much. To anyone else, they would look like the same scars one would get from rough housing at a young age.
Personality: This boy is a dreamer at heart. He wants to live his life to its fullest. He wants everything in his life, whether it is action, adventure, romance, suspense, mystery, or whatever else. He just wants to live an exciting life. It also seems that he got his wish, albeit not in the way he really wanted it. There are both pros and cons to this type of attitude. It’s good in the sense that he's always willing to seek out something new, something fun, and something more adventurous. But it’s bad for the exact same reason. Life isn’t just fun and games, and he knows that. He just tries not to care.

He may not always be the most joyous of people, but he tries. Sometimes it gets hard for him to force a smile. Emotions are a natural thing. That being, Evie is has feelings like anger, hatred, pain, suffering, etc. He can't be happy all the time, but he damn well tries. Loyalty is perhaps one of his best qualities. As a caring and gentle soul deep down, he puts his others above himself. He is willing to sacrifice his own safety for those who truly deserve it.

Evie likes many things. His favorite things are art and music. There’s something magical about art that draws him in. It might be the mysteries of it, the complexity it holds, or the simplicity of it, perhaps a mixture of both. As for music, it’s always been a passion of his. And he’s not one to give up his passions easily.

His biggest fear is being alone. He hates it. He doesn’t want to seem like the type that needs someone in his life, but the truth of the matter is that he does. He needs someone that will care for him when his world comes crashing down.

Your Vices

[/size][/right]

Likes:
...Nature - "It's quite beautiful...even now."
...Climbing - "Let’s spend tonight on top of the world."
...Fighting - "It's an adrenaline rush."
...Music - "This is the reason why I sing. I give it all."
...Reading - "Just one more page."
...Candy - "I have a sweet tooth,sue me."

Dislikes:
...Cold Weather - "I’d rather not freeze my ass off, thank you."
...Conceitedness - "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re not that great."
...Authority - "Who died and made you king?"
...Being Bored - "I don't want to waste any time."
...Loneliness - "I wish you could hear me say that I miss you."
...Nightmares - "It's so hard to sleep, without you."
Strengths:
...Fighter – “Hit me. I dare you.”
...Loyal – “I’ll follow you to the end, wherever it is.”
...Carefree – “Live life with no worries and you’ll never be afraid.”
...Persistent – “You think I’ll give up that easily?”
...Empathetic – “I know how it feels to be…”
Weaknesses:
...Dreamer – “Circling around with my head in clouds, and my feet on the earth.”
...Impulsive – “Think before you act? That’s stupid.”
...Fidgety – “Why is it so hard to stay still?”
...Loyal – “I told you I’d follow you to the end of the world didn’t I?”
...Stutters when nervous – “D-don’t judge me.”
...Childish - "Because I can."
Fears:
...Losing a fight – “If you win, then I lose. If I lose, I’m worthless.”
...Spiders - "Ewww. Get it off!"
...Old age –“Think about it. It’s pretty scary.”
...Sleep - "Insomnia....insomnia."
...Not being accepted - "Yeah...I can be shallow sometimes."

Secret:
...Hopeless Romantic - "I'll live my life like a fairy tale."

Family Ties

Father: Mason Caliban
Mother: Amelia Caliban
Siblings: Sindy Caliban
Any Other Important People:Terrence Asher

History

"Friends forever" does not always mean forever. Evie had to learn that the hard way. He was born to a normal family. They weren’t rich, nor were they poor. They had enough money to make it through the days. He had a mother, Amelia, a father, Mason, both of whom loved him very much, and at the age of ten, he gained a little sister named Sindy. Even though he didn’t have very many spoils of life, he was always content with what he had, and nothing could bring him down in the slightest. As a child he was an optimist.

Things only got better when he met his best friend on the first day of kindergarten. Terrance was different, in a good way. He always had potential to be popular, to be one of the "cool kids". Yet, he always wanted to play with Evie. As time went on from kindergarten, they quickly became the very best of friends, "Friends Forever". Terrance was there even when tragedy struck the Caliban family. When Evie’s father passed away, Terrance held him as he bawled like a baby. Evie started to develop nightmares, but every time Terrance was there, he felt safe. He picked him up, and got him back on his feet. Truth be told, there might have been something more to their relationship, maybe not.

Even if there was something more, it didn’t last. Terrance’s father seemed to be to blame for that. The bastard had the nerve to cheat on Terrance’s mother, and eventually filed for a divorce. What’s worse is that Terrance’s mother still loved the man. After the divorce was final, his mother began to drink, and Terrance was left to fend for himself. He started to hang with the more popular crowd, leaving Evie behind. Evie was never one who was able to fit with them. He wasn’t an outcast, nor was he ever popular. He was in a category of his own. Terrance, however, was able to join their ranks. Around freshman, he dropped Evie like he was nothing. Soon enough, he was one of the assholes that bullied Evie, that is until Terrance left, without a word.

Life continued on. Terrance wasn't part of his life anymore. He was gone, and Evie finally accepted that. He was going to live his life...no more inhibitions. Or at least that's what he told himself. He expected to be normal. Of course, things don't always work out that way. Around his sophomore year of high school, his powers began to manifest. In his sleep one night, his recurring nightmares haunted him yet again. The same dream. Before the dream could end though, a large crash resonated through the house, jolting Evie awake. One of the school desks lay broken through the hardwood floor of his bedroom. With this discovery, life changed once again, and Evie found himself with a suitcase and a plane ticket to The Hammel Institute.

Roleplay Example

[/size][/right]

This house was so empty, cold, alone. Ryne didn't even understand why they needed a house this big. That was a lie, he knew the reason. It was because they had money. They could afford to spend a little. Everything was about money to them. Ryne didn't care about money. Sure, it had its advantages, but he knew he could survive without it. That's why he resented this house. It always reminded him of where he grew up, what type of house he grew up in, and how much it sucked. His parents even knew that they didn't need this house. They liked to show off how much money they had. He could never get rid of the house though. Not because he was attached to it, but because he didn't understand economics and all that other stuff that comes with the buying and selling of houses. He was still too young for that. Hell, he's still only eighteen.

Ryne stood outside his house gates looking at his own yard. It was odd in the sense that this house was truly his now. His parents didn't own it anymore. In the center of the driveway, was a fountain with stone dolphins jumping up, water spewing from their noses. There were fountains like this littered all over the property. If it wasn't for yard maintenance, these things would probably have dried up by now. These fountains were probably the only thing he'd miss if he were to lose this house. They held a beauty, that to Ryne, the rest of the house lacked. Also, they looked really cool. Ryne began to walk up the pathway, past the fountain and to his front doors. He searched for his keys in his pockets. Upon locating them, he inserted them into the keyhole, pressed in the security alarm code into the keypad just below the knob. The pad gave a beep, indicating that the code was correct. With that done, Ryne turned the key, unlatching the dead bolt.

The house was dark lit, and silent. Ryne hadn't been home for a while. He had been out wreaking havoc upon unsuspecting victims, also known as wandering about. He headed towards his room up the staircase, at the end of the hall. It was a longer walk than Ryne really wanted to deal with, but he'd have to. It was the only room he really felt comfortable in. Ryne probably smelt terrible. He hadn't showered for probably a day or so. He threw his stuff into a corner and made his way to the room's private bathroom. It was large, and included the most unnecessary things. Who needs a mini-fridge in their bathroom? The bathroom included a large jacuzzi tub, as well as a standalone shower. Ryne opted for a nice shower. After turning on the water on, it didn't take long to heat up to the right temperature. Stripping off his clothes, Ryne entered the warm stream of running water, letting it bounce off his raven colored hair. He looked down at the drain. Brownish water emptied into the opening. Eww. Ryne thought as he rinsed himself off. He ran his hand over the still tender area on his shoulder. Ryne tried to relax under the spray, as he recalled his life's most recent events.

For some reason he still couldn't get it out of his head that he was marked. He doubted many people could. This isn't something that you can just brush off. Maybe some people out there could, but Ryne wasn't one of them. This was a life changing event. People out there would hate him for who he was. Would they have reason to be afraid? Ryne may potentially be dangerous now. Just like the other marked. But everyone was capable of being dangerous. It shouldn't change who he was. On second thought, Ryne was used to being alone anyway, not much would change. People would judge him without knowing him. Wait, they already did that too. The only difference that would come, is that they would fear him without knowing him. He was a necromancer, they might have a right to fear him after all. He could call upon dead spirits and communicate with them. It just screams horror movie and murder.

Speaking of screaming, the water grew cold. Ryne let out a small shriek as the freezing water clashed over his body drawing him back to reality. Quickly, he shut off the shower, and grabbed a towel to dry himself. Wrapping it around his waist, he looked in the mirror. His "mark" was located in two different places. One on his left shoulder, and another on his right wrist. Ryne chuckled a little. Not exactly the tattoos I wanted, but they still look pretty cool. He reached under the sink, where the mini-fridge was located, and grabbed a beer. He was under the drinking age, but he lived alone. No one was going to tell him he couldn't have it.

Ryne thought back to when this whole streak of rebelliousness began. It was after his parents had passed away, so it couldn't really be called rebellion. There was no one to rebel against. The fact of the matter was that Ryne just wasn't having any fun. So what better to do then let loose and splurge. With his parents gone, and virtually no one with authority over him, he did what he wanted to do. First, he dyed his hair to it's black color. His parents would have never let him do that. They would say he looked like a "hooligan" Personally, Ryne thought it looked cool. The kitchen refrigerator was loaded with all types of alcohol. Apparently, whoever was in charge of child services at the time failed to remove it. Of course, they sucked at their job anyway. Who the hell let's a fifteen year old live on their own? Ryne got so wasted that night. The next morning he had the worst hangover that a kid his age could manage. The best part of it was he actually enjoyed himself..

What About You?

Name: Skye
Age: Eighteen
Experience: 5-6 years
How Did You Find Us? Caution 2.0
Ready To Play? This club can't even handle me right now.

[/blockquote]

[Mads ♥]

Accepted!

[/size][/color]

Welcome to the Hammel Institute! Go do your CLAIMS, then check out the rest of the site! [/blockquote][/center]