Post by MORDECAI DIETRICH on Jan 22, 2012 0:39:05 GMT -5
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Play by: Morgan Freeman
Race/Species: Avisaille
D.O.B.: March 15, 1862
Age: 151, though he appears to be about 75.
Features: Cai,as a young man, had rich, dark black hair but as he aged it turned a cool silver. The same thing happened to the wings on his back. The feathers are a striking silver and white with the occasional black feather still hidden away. His wings have grown weak over the years, making him unable to fly as he once had been able to. His body is strong and frail at the same time, his skin the color of creamy coffee.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight.
Ethnicity: Black
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: his face is splattered with freckles and he has a few small scars on his body from wear over the years.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Cai is a very forgiving man, often giving people more chances than they deserve. He can be blunt when discussing concerns, and at times abrasive.
Skills/Strengths: Cai cares deeply for the Avisaille community, as well as the other Guardians and inhabitants of the city. He puts the community first and makes decisions based solely on what is best for the common good of all, and never for personal gain. He is patient and listens well before making judgments.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other Information: Mordecai is the head leader of the Avisaille community.
History:
The world had been a much different place when Mordecai was born. Trains and dynamite had just been invented, and slavery had been abolished in the United States. They had been dark times for the Dietrich family, for they weren’t quite human, and they weren’t truly Americans, though it was the land they lived in. Because of this Mordecai’s childhood wasn’t much like those of his peers. As a boy he hadn’t been able to go to Megsy Isle for his first flight since his family moved around until the early 1900’s. He never took his leave at 25, for he had spent the better part of his youth seeing the world. He had seen the seven original wonders of the world, Been to every country in Asia, volunteered his time in twelve third world countries, and among many other things, spent time at Suqatra Island, by far the strangest place he had ever been. Of all the wonders and places he had been, his favorite still were the travertine Pools in Pammukale, Turkey. The rich white waters made him feel as though he had somehow reached Heaven, and it truly was a little piece of Heaven on Earth.
Cai was not an only child, unlike many of his Avisaille comrades. A sister had been born twelve years before him, but had died tragically during a storm in 1858. His parents mourned the loss of their daughter, and after some time they finally agreed that a second child might help fill the void in their lives. Because of the circumstances, Mordecai was coddled a bit more than many of his peers, but the comfort of always knowing his parents were at his back is what helped him develop into a strong, confident man.
This confidence was one of the many traits that helped him move up in the Avisaille’s political community. His voice was kind, his words were true, and his intentions were pure. It didn’t take long for him to be noticed and his grooming began. He became an apprentice to one of the Avisaille leaders when he was in his early forties. From there he worked his way up the food chain, so to speak, until it was time for the people to elect a new face. He was a favorite among the people having been a face they knew and could trust. He had always made good on his promises, and he was rewarded for his efforts by becoming the leader to his people. Despite his age he’s still strong, especially in mind. “Sharp as a tack” some might say, and it was true. He never forgot a face, and he never forgot an indictment. He knew the guilty and the dishonest, the ones with impure motives and selfish tendencies, but despite his knowledge, he often forgave the ones who had done wrong against their kind or others, but he never let them forget. Forgiveness, Cai believed, was the open door to a brighter tomorrow. A tomorrow he planned to make as bright as possible.
RP Sample:
It had been a week since Ethan appeared in his dreams, dreams he wasn’t sure were figments of his imagination, or the work of a real spirit. Either way, a lot had been accomplished in those dreams. Joel agreed he would go through Officer Training School as Ethan had been pushing him to do, and that he would do his best to set things right. He didn’t talk much to Ethan about it, but things would be changing for the better, starting with Marissa.
There was a great deal of time to think alone there in his cell. Joel would often lose himself in his own thoughts, missing the husky voice of the monster behind him; the feel of his warm fur, the sight of his too blue eyes… sometimes it became too much for the youth and he felt on the verge of cracking. He wasn’t equipped to be alone for so long, not after having the companion his entire life. A part of Joel was missing, a very large part of him, and his mental health waned slightly while he was there.
The day of his release approached slowly, the days ticking by like years. Every night he waited for the solace of sleep to take him so he could escape the loneliness and perhaps find either his dear friend Cheese or his supposed spirit friend, Ethan. When the day came, Joel shook with anticipation. After all this time he would get to see his only true friend once again.
It had been a long morning and Joel had hardly touched his breakfast. He felt as though he would burst if they didn’t take the collar off soon! Finally, it was time. He waited patiently for sweet release, shutting his eyes as he felt the collar come off, taking slow, deep breaths. Slowly he opened his eyes expecting to see Cheese, but he wasn’t there. His heart suddenly sped up, fear encircling him as his head whipped to the left and then right. Where was he? Where was Cheese. “I’m behind you.” Came the cool, familiar voice as a heavy hand slid on Joel’s shoulder. Instantly he calmed, not even turning to see as his body relaxed, standing there. There were too many people around for the reunion, but Joel slid his hand up onto his shoulder casually, pretending to rub a kink though really he was laying his hand on his best friends, connecting with him once again. It was as if the air was suddenly easier to breath.
It wasn’t long until Joel was reunited with his mother, who drove him home. He sat in the backseat, not saying much to her, but his eyes occasionally moved to Cheese beside him. The pair needn’t say anything, the looks they gave each other were enough to know that each missed the other just as much. A calm took over the young man for the first time in months, and he believed that just maybe everything would be alright. There was money that had been stolen from Marissa’s father to fund the trip to find her. He would return to the home, searching for her first. Then they would go all the way up to camp to get Miller’s address, Ethan’s address and lastly Bronson’s Address. He would go to them all, though Ethan’s visit would be a special one. It was time to pay proper respect to the boy who had given him more purpose to live than anything else.
“Cheese..” Joel said in a childlike voice when he was finally alone in his room with the monster.
“I know.” The monster replied, wrapping his arms around his boy for the first time since their separation. Cheese had always been there, but Joel hadn’t been able to see, hear or feel him anymore. It was true solitude for them both. Boy and monster stood there for a long time in their embrace as if they were trying to reconnect some sort of separation that was still keeping them apart. After several minutes Cheese pulled away a little and wiped Joel’s eyes with a thick, blue finger, clearing the silent tears which had fallen and dampened his fur slightly. “What’s next?” He asked, knowing Joel had been scheming.
Sad eyes moved to look into Cheese’s. “We find Marissa.”
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Play by: Morgan Freeman
Race/Species: Avisaille
D.O.B.: March 15, 1862
Age: 151, though he appears to be about 75.
Features: Cai,as a young man, had rich, dark black hair but as he aged it turned a cool silver. The same thing happened to the wings on his back. The feathers are a striking silver and white with the occasional black feather still hidden away. His wings have grown weak over the years, making him unable to fly as he once had been able to. His body is strong and frail at the same time, his skin the color of creamy coffee.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight.
Ethnicity: Black
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: his face is splattered with freckles and he has a few small scars on his body from wear over the years.
Flaws/Weaknesses: Cai is a very forgiving man, often giving people more chances than they deserve. He can be blunt when discussing concerns, and at times abrasive.
Skills/Strengths: Cai cares deeply for the Avisaille community, as well as the other Guardians and inhabitants of the city. He puts the community first and makes decisions based solely on what is best for the common good of all, and never for personal gain. He is patient and listens well before making judgments.
Likes:
- Justice
- Plays
- Wine
- Honesty
- Loyalty
- Equality
- Courageousness
- Salt water taffy
Dislikes:
- Curruption
- Inequality
- Tardiness
- Disingenuousness
- Sharks
Other Information: Mordecai is the head leader of the Avisaille community.
History:
The world had been a much different place when Mordecai was born. Trains and dynamite had just been invented, and slavery had been abolished in the United States. They had been dark times for the Dietrich family, for they weren’t quite human, and they weren’t truly Americans, though it was the land they lived in. Because of this Mordecai’s childhood wasn’t much like those of his peers. As a boy he hadn’t been able to go to Megsy Isle for his first flight since his family moved around until the early 1900’s. He never took his leave at 25, for he had spent the better part of his youth seeing the world. He had seen the seven original wonders of the world, Been to every country in Asia, volunteered his time in twelve third world countries, and among many other things, spent time at Suqatra Island, by far the strangest place he had ever been. Of all the wonders and places he had been, his favorite still were the travertine Pools in Pammukale, Turkey. The rich white waters made him feel as though he had somehow reached Heaven, and it truly was a little piece of Heaven on Earth.
Cai was not an only child, unlike many of his Avisaille comrades. A sister had been born twelve years before him, but had died tragically during a storm in 1858. His parents mourned the loss of their daughter, and after some time they finally agreed that a second child might help fill the void in their lives. Because of the circumstances, Mordecai was coddled a bit more than many of his peers, but the comfort of always knowing his parents were at his back is what helped him develop into a strong, confident man.
This confidence was one of the many traits that helped him move up in the Avisaille’s political community. His voice was kind, his words were true, and his intentions were pure. It didn’t take long for him to be noticed and his grooming began. He became an apprentice to one of the Avisaille leaders when he was in his early forties. From there he worked his way up the food chain, so to speak, until it was time for the people to elect a new face. He was a favorite among the people having been a face they knew and could trust. He had always made good on his promises, and he was rewarded for his efforts by becoming the leader to his people. Despite his age he’s still strong, especially in mind. “Sharp as a tack” some might say, and it was true. He never forgot a face, and he never forgot an indictment. He knew the guilty and the dishonest, the ones with impure motives and selfish tendencies, but despite his knowledge, he often forgave the ones who had done wrong against their kind or others, but he never let them forget. Forgiveness, Cai believed, was the open door to a brighter tomorrow. A tomorrow he planned to make as bright as possible.
RP Sample:
It had been a week since Ethan appeared in his dreams, dreams he wasn’t sure were figments of his imagination, or the work of a real spirit. Either way, a lot had been accomplished in those dreams. Joel agreed he would go through Officer Training School as Ethan had been pushing him to do, and that he would do his best to set things right. He didn’t talk much to Ethan about it, but things would be changing for the better, starting with Marissa.
There was a great deal of time to think alone there in his cell. Joel would often lose himself in his own thoughts, missing the husky voice of the monster behind him; the feel of his warm fur, the sight of his too blue eyes… sometimes it became too much for the youth and he felt on the verge of cracking. He wasn’t equipped to be alone for so long, not after having the companion his entire life. A part of Joel was missing, a very large part of him, and his mental health waned slightly while he was there.
The day of his release approached slowly, the days ticking by like years. Every night he waited for the solace of sleep to take him so he could escape the loneliness and perhaps find either his dear friend Cheese or his supposed spirit friend, Ethan. When the day came, Joel shook with anticipation. After all this time he would get to see his only true friend once again.
It had been a long morning and Joel had hardly touched his breakfast. He felt as though he would burst if they didn’t take the collar off soon! Finally, it was time. He waited patiently for sweet release, shutting his eyes as he felt the collar come off, taking slow, deep breaths. Slowly he opened his eyes expecting to see Cheese, but he wasn’t there. His heart suddenly sped up, fear encircling him as his head whipped to the left and then right. Where was he? Where was Cheese. “I’m behind you.” Came the cool, familiar voice as a heavy hand slid on Joel’s shoulder. Instantly he calmed, not even turning to see as his body relaxed, standing there. There were too many people around for the reunion, but Joel slid his hand up onto his shoulder casually, pretending to rub a kink though really he was laying his hand on his best friends, connecting with him once again. It was as if the air was suddenly easier to breath.
It wasn’t long until Joel was reunited with his mother, who drove him home. He sat in the backseat, not saying much to her, but his eyes occasionally moved to Cheese beside him. The pair needn’t say anything, the looks they gave each other were enough to know that each missed the other just as much. A calm took over the young man for the first time in months, and he believed that just maybe everything would be alright. There was money that had been stolen from Marissa’s father to fund the trip to find her. He would return to the home, searching for her first. Then they would go all the way up to camp to get Miller’s address, Ethan’s address and lastly Bronson’s Address. He would go to them all, though Ethan’s visit would be a special one. It was time to pay proper respect to the boy who had given him more purpose to live than anything else.
“Cheese..” Joel said in a childlike voice when he was finally alone in his room with the monster.
“I know.” The monster replied, wrapping his arms around his boy for the first time since their separation. Cheese had always been there, but Joel hadn’t been able to see, hear or feel him anymore. It was true solitude for them both. Boy and monster stood there for a long time in their embrace as if they were trying to reconnect some sort of separation that was still keeping them apart. After several minutes Cheese pulled away a little and wiped Joel’s eyes with a thick, blue finger, clearing the silent tears which had fallen and dampened his fur slightly. “What’s next?” He asked, knowing Joel had been scheming.
Sad eyes moved to look into Cheese’s. “We find Marissa.”
