Caleb Q. Carson [F]
Nov 28, 2013 0:05:18 GMT -5
Post by Caleb Quincy Carson on Nov 28, 2013 0:05:18 GMT -5
CALEB, QUINCY, CARSON, PhD.
THIRTY-ONE - HUMAN - MALE- HETEROEXUAL – ANTI-PRAVUS –POKEMON SPECIALIST
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ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Feather
What do you wish to be called?: “Fae”, Feather, or “Feath”
Other Characters: Yes, I do.
Link to your previous character: My last character was Nikita.
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name: Caleb Quincy Carson
Nickname(s): C.Q., Cal, Pup, and Blondey
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Allegiance: Anti-Pravus
Occupation (Position) : Pokemon Veterinarian at a small practice
Species: Human
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Face Claim:America - Hetalia
Hair color and hair style: The man has a bright shade of yellow hair; most people compare it to corn silk. Its smooth to the touch and relatively manageable. With his hands constantly in it, pulling and tugging, it is rarely in one place. It rests just below his eyebrows in the front and comes to rest at the nape of his neck in the back. It is usually secured with water, some mild chemicals, or sweat.
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 5’8”
Build: A tad on the husky side. He spends a lot of his time, once dedicated to things like baseball and lacrosse, crammed in between medical text books or working.
Skintone:
Other Appearance Information:
He’s not too tall; the blonde stands just a few inches below the average man. He would neither pass for a fashion model or a horror movie monster. Caleb might be found beneath the definition of ‘boring’ and ‘average-looking’.
Beginning with his head, found at just 5’8” his hair usually adds an extra inch or two; it always ends up sticking up like porcupine spines. In fact, though he always carries a comb in his front pocket, he never seems too mindful of the mess. He rarely notices when his hairdo looks like the result of a nap, a hurricane, or a quick dip into the swimming pool. His bangs, which are just a bit too long, constantly swing in front of his eyes; he will pin them back when it’s really needed; the thought of cutting them, which is common sense to many, has never crossed his mind. He has a somewhat weak forehead; it’s usually wrinkled in some sort of odd thought; a freckle or two, including a dark birthmark on his left temple, rests in between those wrinkles. Sometimes, as he often forgets to clean his face, those ‘freckles’ are actually stains or melted food. His ear lobes seem a bit boxy at first glance; they’re just the tiniest bit oversized with the right a tiny bit bigger than the left. Sometimes, when the mood hits, he’ll throw a small gold or silver stud into a single ear. Next, as is to be expected with such a passionate and emotional man, are the facial features that showcase those facets.
His eyes are a bright shade of blue; they always seem to be in motion. It’s rare that Caleb is ever sitting still or allowing his thoughts a moment of peace. They are nearly almost always aglow; those moments when he stumbles upon a grand idea, after weeks of pondering a patient, are as familiar as his sometimes discordant breathing. His eyes are bordered by light lashes, lighter eyebrows, and crow’s feet brought about by a lot of smiling and squinting. While he prefers simple glasses, usually ones with gold rims, thick lenses, or those often found on the elderly, Caleb has a little collection of the things. His work friends, and family, like buying him new ones; he’ll wear any gift at least twice and doesn’t even seem to notice when he looks silly. Without his glasses, which he forgets even with his multitude of holders, wallets, chains, and fasteners, he is left to squint and struggle. His mouth, spoken of next, has some odd features all its own.
His lips are a far more pinker shade than expected. The bottom lip is a bit larger than the top; people said it makes im look While he wears gloss, he hates the feeling of dry mouth and chapped lips, the rosier shade is natural. He also has cheeks that are easily wind-burned and prone to dappling discoloration. His chin is handsome and well-chiseled. The only scar visible on his face is a tiny little circle just below his chin; he smashed it into his bike handlebars at eight years old.
Below that comes his chest. While he’s not overweight to any severe degree, he does not have a six pack by any means. The days of playing baseball between classes, chasing after significant others, and jogging in the wilderness have come to an end. Nothing is truly wrong in his abdomen or in his shoulders; everything is the right size and in the right place. He has a small white burn-mark, from an unruly Charmander, on his right knuckle. These hands though, if someone watched carefully, tend to tremble. He just blames his bad nerves—which never seemed to have existed until he needed an innocent reason for occasionally shaking and trembling. A few people said he reminded them of a Chihuahua.
He has surprisingly large feet on top of well-proportioned legs. He is actually shaven; this is sometimes required for certain patients—who can be highly irritated by his curly hair. His back is straight. No broken bones have ever pierced his skin in a visible manner; his left arm was broken twice.
Caleb’s biggest issue, at least now, is the way he dresses. It looks as if, each morning, he stumbles drunkenly into the dark. Clothes don’t match. Socks are not the same length. Shirts come too short; they vary between too baggy and too tight. Pants never seem to hang right; they sometimes drag at the floor and other times hover around his rather bony ankles. He likes t-shirts with silly sayings, usually ones out of touch with modern pop culture, dark plaid, warm colors, certain types of blazers, and bubble-vests. He truly doesn’t mean to dress oddly—it all looks great to Caleb.
Caleb, lastly, has an issue with his posture. He sometimes slouches. He always fidgets; it is as if he is unsure where his arms, hands, toes, or hands go. It seems as if every day he is discovering his body all over again. This was what often ended with him being teased, chortled at, and poked in the ribs with a few chuckles. Moving his glasses, pulling at socks, and such—while leaving his glasses crooked and hair un-brushed—is part of who he is. The only time this changes, fingers deep in marrow and muscle, is during surgery.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Sour things
- Persimmons
- Jazz music
- The occasional comic book
- Teenagers and older children
- Neutral colors
- Pokemon
- Unicycles
- Military jackets
- The wilderness
- Working
- Helping others
- Garnering approval
- Dogs
- Pine trees
- Spring
- Competition
Dislikes:
- Most Sweets
- Cucumbers
- Rock music
- Sports
- Babies and toddlers
- Bright colors
- Parkinson’s Disease
- Pokemon abusers
- Being unprepared
- Failure
- Stagnation
- Having his hands tied
- Pravus
- Remote controls
- The dating scene
- His family background
Strengths:
- Hard-working
- Quick to react
- Generally accepting of others
- Knowledgeable about the human body
- Adequate cook
- Eloquent public speaker (most of the time)
- Works best under pressure
- Stands up for what he believes
- Can throw a decent curve-ball
Weaknesses:
- Perfectionist
- Easily flustered
- Has his forgetful moments
- He has Parkinson’s disease
- Can sometimes find himself pushed over
- Horrible at fighting
- Is sometimes forced to eat his own words
- Is far too trusting of Pokemon
- Cannot dress himself too well
- He is not the best with money
- Caleb is known for his ability to wallow in guilt.
Personality:
- ”Puppy-Dog” - Caleb is often compared to a puppy. He's easily excited and clumsy. He trips constantly over both his tongue and surprisingly large shoes. He also has a habit of being loyal to the point of stupidity; he will rarely be the first person to see through someone's curtain of lies. Sometimes, even when people wish him gone, the Pokemon doctor cannot take a clue. He's relatively harmless, much like a tiny dog.
- ”Impressions are everything “ - He cares about what people think. Maybe he cares too much. Caleb has spent many years trying to escape his past and his heritage. Caleb tries his best to make everyone like him. It usually ends up with him stammering, shaking, and making an idiot of himself. He also hides his nerdier habits when others are around.
- ”It’s all gone now “ - (WILL BE ADDED)
- Generally upbeat - Caleb is an optimist. He can get annoying with it. The younger gentleman tries to look on the bright side. When mired in surgery, death, and infection--if you do not wish to go crazy--it's all you can do. When it gets hard to look on the bright side, when the world is black, he seems to close his eyes. He goes silent. In front of patients, for whom there is always hope, he maintains a joking personality.
- ”Idiotic Genius” - He's smart. He is also forgetful. It's as if his mind is moving too fast for the rest of him to keep up with. He leaves his glasses all over the pplace. He sometimes forgets common sense answers; it feels obvious to us, when a door says push, to not pull it open. He sometimes forgets such things. He likes to read. He loves science. He is an odd mix of razor-sharp wit and clumsy teenager.
- Bleeding Heart - Caleb can easily be overcome by appeals to pathos. Tears make the blonde man crumble. he is the type of person that would throw himself in front of a bus to save a child. In truth, with such a big heart, it's easy to take advantage of him. He cries at sad movies.
- Disorganized - His home looks like a dump. In truth, while the term 'disorganized' is used, Caleb is a hoarder of sorts. He keeps every little knick-knack, paper, and non-hazardous waste he can find. His office at work looks much the same. It seems, with all the colorful tabs of paper and piles, that there is some sort of organization. Most people cannot comprehend it. Caleb, while it might take him a few minutes, seems to get along well enough.
- Constantly humming and musically inclined - He sings badly. The man cannot carry a tune. Music is still a large part of his life. He almost always has easy access to songs. Humming beneath his breath seems to be a rather common activity.
- Generally tolerable - He dislikes Pravus. Pokemorphs nearly always rub him the wrong way. For the most part, unless you frighten him, Caleb is willing to accept your companionship. He can sometimes get a bit too personal about people's differences. He will bombard you with questions.
- Pokemon activist -
The man loves Pokemon. Caleb works with them on a daily basis. He has come to the conclusion that Pokemon are better than most people. They fascinate him. He will fight for their rights until the end. Being against violence, for the most part, he wishes to do so through peaceful means.
BACKGROUND:
History:
- Sarah Carson – Caleb’s mother – She is a lovely woman who has aged relatively well. Creative, artistic, and prone to starting projects, she is a somewhat stern woman. She raised five children with the help of her husband. She only started becoming a Pokemon lover much later in life—she now has a Smeargle. Like her son, she has blonde hair.
- Ambjorn Carson – Caleb’s father- Tired, quiet, and a bit awkward, Ambjorn used to be quite the charmer. He still spends most of his time at the factory he has worked at since nineteen. He likes making things out of wood. He did not graduate high school and freely admits to lacking the ability to read above a certain grade level. The man has a lot of common sense to keep him going. He still loves his wife as if they met yesterday and were starry-eyed teens—though he cracks jokes otherwise.
- Abraham Carson – Caleb’s Eldest Brother (34) –He was never the best at school. He tried very hard but never rose above mediocrity in most subjects. What he did find however, aside from a love of whittling, was a talent in music. Being too afraid to pursue his dreams, Abraham works at the same factory as Ambjorn. He has a little girl and a little boy; their mother is known to be addicted to illegal drugs and slips in and out of rehabilitation .
- Michael Carson – Caleb’s elder brother (20) (Deceased) – The man had a sweet tooth. He also had courage and an urge to help his country. He died at the age of 20; he attempted to save a child during the war and paid the ultimate price. His death shattered his entire family.
- Valencia “Valley” Carson – Caleb’s younger sister (29)- She’s a bubbly sort. She loves wrting , traveling, and reading. She and her husband have been traveling the world since they were wed at twenty-four years old . The money for these things comes from her husband’s parents.The family receives post cards from her. The last ended with a message about a baby.
- Mom and Dad - Their names were Sarah and Ambjorn (Am). They were just two young kids with stars in their eyes. He wanted to be a great trainer. She wanted to write books and star in the theater, Their parents, neither family being well off, encouraged the couple to wait. They should have taken it slow. It was time to slow down and think about their future. One thing lead to another regardless though, thanks in part to hormones, There was a baby on the way. They married one another in a small chapel with happy parents watching over. She took a job as a secretary. He began to work in a factory producing Pokemon potions. They were rather strapped for cash.
- From Humble Beginnings - Caleb was not the first child. He was the third to be born in that tiny apartment. His elder siblings, Abraham and Michael, looked far more like their dark-haired father. It was often joked that Caleb was the product of an affair. They had two bedrooms, a large sitting room, and a single restroom. It was filled with laughter and happiness---even if there was sometimes food eaten out of tin cans. They squeezed, pinched, and managed to get by. Promotions and money were always eaten up by a new happening.
- Four to a Room - The blonde child had to learn to share. He lived in hand-me-downs and had three toys he called his own his entire life. He slept on a smaller mattress between his two elder brothers for most of his younger days. When his younger sister joined them, in a crib, things became even more awkward. There were fights. Screaming. Fists were sometimes thrown. Childish voices rose in anger as the boy flailed and kicked. Caleb remembers one such event. He had finally managed to build a house of cards—as his grandfather had showed him. Michael decided, as it was on his ‘quarter’ of his room, to kick it down with a vengeance. The smaller boy ended up clutching his forehead and crying. When Abraham entered school, in Kindergarten,
- School - Caleb soon turned six years old. While his family was poor, and his father had never been the best in school, education was considered something of a holy grail. Abraham did not do too well in school; he was a decent musician and artist however. Michael was great with English and science. Caleb and his younger sister, Valley, were the brains. The girl was far more social than her sometimes off-kilter, and lighter-haired, brother. There was also a small issue of the blonde’s speech that made finding friends a bit more difficult. He would sometimes hesitate and was prone to mixing up letters—he could never quite get the letter ‘r’. his parents, while impoverished, worked their hardest to fix the issue. A professional, a family friend and speech pathologist, was brought in.
- Speech class – Caleb had his first crush. The woman was a beautiful woman with long green locks. The seven year old stared up at her with stars in his eyes. Suffice to say, when she asked him to jump, the boy did. He ignored the teasing in school and worked his hardest to impress the lovely woman. Sadly, as she was amazing at her job, the process was over relatively quickly. While he was still prone to odd words, due mostly to his upbringing and family culture, Caleb could now properly enunciate all the proper words. He was heartbroken for quite some time after his teacher left---then the Carson boy discovered his true love.
- Pokemon discovery - His father spent the next two weeks between the couch and the floor. The Lilipup, found in a garbage can by his work, had been too beautiful to pass by. Even if it was a bit twitchy, sickly, and lacked one eye. The little dog instantly glued itself to Abraham’s side and that of the siblings’s mothers. In truth, while she was mad that her husband had cost them more money, it was a blessing. Caleb was nine at the time. He fell in love with the Pokemon in his house. It fascinated him.
- What’s Good for The Gander – The blonde wanted a Pokemon too. He begged. He pleaded. His father caved again just after his son’s tenth birthday. He came home, spending his lunch money and a large part of a bill, on a little Pancham. Luckily, foreseeing such a situation from her pushover husband, his wife had saved up ahead of time. The panda was his greatest confidant. The deal? His father gave him the very uncreative name ‘Blackie’; Caleb’s mother called him Dominic. The poor little thing was confused. While he had to share this Pokemon with his siblings, especially Valley, Caleb became very close to the little thing.
- Money money and Grammy– The other part of the deal? Caleb had to feed the little bear and stop it from impacting family finances. At the age of ten he began to mow lawns, wash dishes, cook, and clean for whatever cash he could find. It was in doing this that he made a lot of future associates. This is where he met a lovely little old lady nearly four years later. Her name was Amy Lou. He tried to help her the best he could—he was friendly, sweet, and often left the money she offered him hidden. In truth, as he really never had any money, he rarely took payment for anything.-
- Jeremias - This purple-haired boy was a common facet at Amy-Lou’s home. While he was a bit distant, he seemed alone. The blonde boy, outside of his home, knew how that felt. He began to yammer to him about Pokemon—he liked questions. Caleb, who truly only had one or two acquaintances, most of which belonged to his older siblings. He was often the butt of jokes. It was not uncommon for other child to pick on him. The blonde boy would often be oblivious to the cruelty, that the children were not playing. He often stuck by them in the vague hopes of friendship. Jeremias, who often saw these things, often stood up for the doctor-to-be. Caleb still remembers him as his best friend—even if he then proceeded to run like hell.
- Another friend – By this time, being a hard working child, he had began to work at a little pastry shop. He sometimes sampled the food. It was during this time that he met a second companion: a somewhat chubby Woobat. He caught it after a brief battle—the thing had flown into the shop. The little thing was named “Sky”. Caleb spent a lot of time showing it off to Jeremias—which probably annoyed the boy. It rarely did well in battle against his friend’s Blastoise.
- Graduation – He graduated after his elder brother. He was near the top of his class—he was actually one of two salutatorians. The robe Caleb wore was used. His hat was bent and from his eldest brothers. The only picture he had was one from his family’s own camera. He had never been so happy though. The food afterward was pretty good too.
- Fare thee well – The boy left for college in another region. He bid teary farewells, in which he was bawling, to everyone he knew. He had a scholarship. The blonde, tired of being alone and ostracized for his impoverished status, dove into college. His family found themselves pushed aside. Caleb began to change the way he acted—he took out loans to buy new clothes. He began to consciously abandon inner-city language for something more elegant. He tried his best to avoid going home in the summers. In truth, as his one brother was still at home, it would be something he would come to regret. It started with a teary-eyed phone call in his sophomore year.
- War Falls and Causes Ruins –“Mikey’s dead!”, it was his mother’s voice on the other end. She was crying. Caleb had honestly not even known there was a war; he had been too absorbed in class work and friends to pay attention to his life. The last time he had spoke to Michael had been during a party; he had been clipped, curt, and quick to hang up—his new ‘friends’ wouldn’t like someone line Michael. The boy went home for two weeks. He reconnected with his family. He said farewell to his brother.
- College – A year after he went home, back in college, Caleb set his eyes on a medical degree. He wanted to help Pokemon. To be succinct, the blonde began to work his tail off. His grades remained high. All of his ‘friendships’, built on shallow lies and acting, began to crumble. Caleb was far from the party animal he had portrayed in the first two years. He had an undergraduate degree in biology and history.
- Pedal to the Doctorate – Caleb did not take a break between undergraduate and graduate school. He moved from one into the other. Relying on loans, as he wished to focus on school, he bought a little home just off campus. He shared it with a few international students. He was accepted into a Pokemon medical program at the school nearby. It was a rigorous and dangerous program—the patients could set you on fire when angered. He spent 8 years, in total, in both college programs.
- Graduation – At 26, Caleb graduated. His family was unable to attend—they simply could not afford it. He was a bit lonely as he stood upon the stage.
- Hard Times and Homesick- It was nearly impossible to find a job near his college. It was where nearly all graduates tried to work. Caleb had heard of a dearth in Pokemon specialists in Remoor. Feeling homesick, with money in his pockets, he moved. His family took him in for a year while he tried to save for a home. The job was from Pravus. He instantly regretted taking it-it seemed more like he was helping “Pravus” than Pokemon.
- Hospital Position – Regardless, he fell in love with the job. He dove into it head first. The man offered discounts, tore up bills for poor patients, and tried his best. Caleb helped to the best of his abilities. He began to make a large amount of money. It was saved in the bank. He looked forward to buying a house.
- My Home – The boy left his home behind. He moved to a ramshackle place, t hat was large, in a nice area of town. While he was far from a carpenter, extremely so, Caleb began to remodel the place. His family stopped by and helped. It began to fill with gifts from clients and new clothes. He did not notice how much more often he began to drop the nails and hammers. Within another year, when Caleb was 28, he home was finished.
- To the Cleaners - Loans ate a large amount of his income. It was actually hard, while he was paid far more than the average person, to balance the bills and his life. When he finally began to nose ahead, he fell in love. In truth, in less than six months, the young woman had taken half of his funds and ran. He turned away from dating after that.
- Splice- The splice had been a gift from a Pravus member to a relative. The latter apparently had no clue how to care for such a unique combination. Caleb took the reptile from the man after a series of consultations. It was voluntary. The easygoing male, who was often ill due to his spliced nature, became a facet in the home. He tried his best to clean—he had some extra hands after all. He went by “Crabs”.
- The mistake and a “demon”– His hands were shaking. The surgery, one of the most commonplace, ended up going horribly wrong. The Pokemon had turned on its doctor. Caleb had ended up harming the animal. It was put down in front of him. Three weeks later, awakening to a sound within his home, blue eyes settled upon a ghostly figure. The creature, dead upon the table, was here for his unfinished business—to moan about his loss. Oddly enough, shortly after, Caleb and the little thing became friends. He confided in him how much of that death was his fault—he shouldn’t have been working so much. He should not have been nervous. The Duskull still lives in his home.
- The Infection- When he had first head about it, the boy had cried. He could not sleep for weeks. He began to be assigned as the angel of death to those sickly brought in. It was at that moment that Caleb decided to quit. Three months later, through a friendly colleague, he joined a much smaller practice. Pravus kept its dirty hands off---and Caleb began to delve into the anti-Pravus world. So much sickness was due to them. Like the sickness outside the wall, spreading by bite, the blue-eyed boy began to fester with a hatred for the organization.
- The Present – Caleb ignores the tremors in his hand. The blonde ignores the odd symptoms he displays. He tries his best to work, hold his home together, and rescue those he can from the grips of Pravus. It’s a somewhat peaceful life—he aims to find a girl next. Deep inside though, beneath the cheery exterior, he knows that something is horribly wrong. He has his dream though. He won’t give that up.
Pokemon:
Name: Mitch
Species: Duskull
Level: 15
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
Current Experience: 0/?
Origins: This ghost was a Pokemon that Caleb caused the death of. His guilt, and in part the Pokemon's shock, caused him to return as a ghost. All he could remember, aside from pain, was the blue-eyed man who had been partially the cause of his death.
Personality: This ghost is mischievous. He is prone to being passive aggressive. In truth, while he originally came after Caleb for revenge, he has become friends of sort with the man. The blonde is far kinder than his old trainer--even if he is horrifically annoying. This ghost has a habit of popping up out of nowhere--he prefers to remain invisible. He often distracts Caleb by whispering in his ears.
Attacks:
- Leer
- Nightshade
- Foresight
- Astonish
- Disable
Name:"Blackie" / "Dominic"
Species: Pangoro
Level: 57
Gender: Male
Ability:Scrappy
Current Experience: 0/?
Origins: His father bought it for Caleb for his tenth birthday.
Personality: The Pangoro is a prankster, a lover of jokes, and a somewhat nasally speaker. He is known for his laid back attitude, sloppy behavior, and deep voice. Raised between three children, shared between them, he easily gets along with others. Caleb is the center of his world--though he often eats his food and belays the boy for his sloppy behavior. In that manner, as he is just as bad, the Pangoro is a hypocrite. He is a fast and hard battler--he just wants to finish and go back to snacking or eating.
Attacks:
- Hammer Eye
- Sky Uppercut
- Karate Chop
- Tackle
- Dragon Claw
- Dig
- Foul Play
Name: Sky
Species: Swoobat
Level: 47.
Gender: Female
Ability:Unaware
Current Experience: 0/?
Origins: She flew into the bakery Caleb worked at.
Personality: She likes to nibble. She likes to eat. She enjoys playing with people's hair. She wears a variety of trinkets; she occupies her time by picking and pulling at such objects. Talkative, eager to make friends, and friendly, the Swoobat rarely shuts up. Her voice is annoyingly high-pitched as well; it sounds as if she is always sucking on helium.
Attacks:
- Confusion
- Gust
- Heart Stamp
- Light Screen
- Aerial Ace
- Shadowball
- Double team
- Energy Ball
Name: "Crabs"
Species: Crawdaunt/Krookodile
Level: 50
Gender: Male
Ability:
Current Experience: 0/?
Origins: Taken from a frustrated and incompetent client
Personality: Laid back, fastidiously clean, and a gentle soul, the water-type is one of Caleb's dearest friends. He is also a nerd. He has fallen in love with nerdy pursuits. He often messages human women over the internet to flirt. Overall, while he occasionally does morally grey things, Crabs is a good guy--he's not crabby at all.
Attacks:
- Vice Grip
- Taunt
- Crab Hammer
- Sand Storm
- Outrage
- County
- Fire Fang
- Scary Face