TehGartonator

- 2014 Addeum -
I have no idea why this is even here!

RP CHARACTER- Caleb:
Age 23, White human male

Weapons: Although he doesn’t use it, he does have an unusually sharp rock with a rough edge on either side, “His lucky knife.” He has wrapped it in leather in the middle to make use of it more comfortably. He uses two knives forged by the local blacksmith, a friend of his family’s called Goznor. He has sharpened these himself to give them a jagged, curved edge and one has had the venom of a rattlesnake squeezed onto it. While still deadly, they have most certainly seen better days. He always brings 3 throwing knives with him, and a bow for tougher encounters, but this is rare. Has sewn a knife to his right knee, so to crouch, sneak up behind a person, grab their neck and bring them down onto the blade. Also carries two “Shrouding stones” which, when smashed, allow him to be unseen for a short time. These were given to him by his mastery, Warrick, when he was alive.
Armour: Wears a dark brown jacket with a hood, a pocket on either side and a mess of concealed pockets everywhere. The jacket reaches down to his knees. He has had a customly built breastplate made to go over his heart only, crafted of fine steel and concealed in thick leather. This is worn under his jacket, and beside it is his rack of 3 throwing knives he restocks before heading out every time he does. When he has his bow, he carries it on his back like a regular hunter would, to make him seem less like a psychopath. Also ordinarily, his unpoisoned knife is on display hanging from his belt next to his charm bracelet and his lucky knife. The poisoned one hides in a sheath under his jacket, opposite his knife on display.
Abilities: Throw a knife (3 uses), Sneak behind the enemy and put him into the knife in his knee, stab with the poisoned OR the unpoisoned knife, or both. Throw down a shrouding stone, sneak about (very efficiently) Control mind (Works only for a short period) and fire an arrow from the bow.
Backstory: Born and raised in the small village of Perah (Pronounced Peh-Rah) he lived through a tough upbringing which his Sister Mary, Father Caleb Sr. and Elder Brother Marc died during. Perah is on the border of a massive, largely untravesed desert, marking the mid-point of the trading route leading to Anashar (The capital of the country) and a road leading to a bustling trade city, the country’s trade capital. While this does mean good business for the family’s supply shop, it means an awful lot of bandit trouble. One of the peacekeepers around town, Warrick, saved Caleb as a child from a bandit by throwing a rock at his head before throwing him out of the village. Caleb retrieved this rock and called it his lucky rock and has kept it ever since. He learned under Caleb, an Ex-Mercenary about surviving in the desert, dealing with bandits, and taught him how to “steal righteously.” As he learned more, Caleb and Warrick went hunting together and guarded the town alongside eachother, asif Father and Son, until Warrick took an arrow to the knee. He then, like a true survivor, ripped it out and shoved it on his knee, before placing it firmly in the lawbreaker’s face. That gave Caleb the idea of a knife on his knee, to kill people in multiple ways. However, Warrick was injured and couldn’t walk properly after the injury. He became a town apothecary and built a small forge for Caleb to use as he pleased. Caleb, however, became obsessed with finding new ways of killing people over the years. He discovered how to make an effective throwing knife, and the perfect places to stab a man, and a woman seperately. He had a different place for stabbing Whites and blacks too, because he was that obsessed. Warrick reallised, and warned Caleb not to continue experimenting but he did. When his Mother stepped in to stop him from continuing his work, he stabbed her in the eye, ripped it out and fed it to her. Warrick had reallised he had become insane, and exiled him from the village. Before he did however, he gave Caleb a charm bracelet to symbollise “Good luck.” While now officially enemies, they were still like family. Untraversed, he lived in a small hut made of rock, spending his days experimenting and planning new ways of killing people, trying to cause chaos for anyone who goes near and throwing knives at birds with deadly efficiency, and making snakes and scorpions kill themselves with their own venom for fun. Yet, deep down this sick bastard had a soft spot- His younger brother came to see him now and then to try and get him to return, and also learn things from him as the new town guardian. Whenever he was around, Caleb tried to be responsible as his brother was his only remaining family. He frequently warned him “Not to do what I did.” as he genuinely cared about his well being. His brother beleived that while Caleb was savage, he could be brought back to his old self and tried to teach him sane things to do, in an attempt to regain his sanity- though Caleb was oblivious to learning anything other than killing techniques. Rumours of him had spread all over the country as simply “Caleb the Savage”. Fitting, to say he cut off a bandit’s toes and fed them to him one by one before making him choke on all of his own blood and die, then stringing him up outside his hut amongst his other prey. Recently, he has started to yell a frighteningshrill shout audible from the village. Also, he often complains of headaches and his eyes now seem to glow a dark purple, following a “Visit” from “A friend” Says his brother. This was indeed strange. Caleb had many recruiters coming by, hoping to get him into Mercenary work. One of which saw Caleb’s brother as competition for buying Caleb while they were talking between eachother, and shot his brother straight in the eye with a blowgun, poisoning and killing him quickly. Having lost his family, 3 days later he heard Warrick had died of a plague hitting the village. He had lost everything and began to reallise how wrong his life had become, and how savage he really was. After several months of laying low trying to kill himself, a strange man appeared and told Caleb he knew what had happened and could make him feel better. Desperately, Caleb accepted, and the visitor’s eyes began to glow a bright purple, as Caleb felt invigoration flying into his system. The man left without a trace, and now Caleb’s only worry is his constant headache. Or at least, until 3 days ago. He was staring at a bird and was thinking “What if it flew into that cliff there?” And the bird flew into the cliff. Caleb found this scary, and was no longer corrupt he thought. This must have been a… Side effect. He was wrong. He confirmed his mind control theory on two more birds and a passer-by who he afterwards raped and compensated for her time. It seems he has the power of bending a loophole in space, allowing him to access a further dimension- The thought dimension- And do what he wants to it subconciously- He can corrupt whatever creature’s mind he pleases causing chaos. He could think “If our world were to die…” And the world would end in a flurry of fire and lightning… Mad again, he sets out to seek people thinking they can break through his power, and maybe restore Caleb to his old self.

2012- It is the year Caleb has waited for several years- The year he would bring his brother back. On Friday the 13th of January, he sat down and began to cry- “My brother will rise from the dead this day! Let his body be spurred back to life, and my mind be at peace once more!” He felt a severe pain in his chest, and looked at his brother’s grave seemingly not caring about what was happening to him. He didn’t reallise his left eye severely bleeding, and edging out of the socket. But at the moment Caleb had given up yelling, he felt his eye slowly, rubbing it. He withdrew his hand, and in it… His eye was shivering and shaking, rolling about, seemingly in pain. It began to glow an ominous purple, and a dark energy began flowing from Caleb’s grave into his eye. It began growing into a monster more horrific than Caleb himself, growing lumps here and there, expanding, and bulging. When it stopped, the eye spoke…
“Caleb… Why have you released me from death?” And Caleb dropped the eye, horrified. Not even stopping to think this was his own eye. It spoke again. “Caleb, It’s me… I think I can maybe get this thing to work! I can tap see through your eye! Wow, I can see the birds really close up from in here!” Caleb stopped for a second, before gently scooping up the eye and cleaning the sand from it- He brought it back to his hut and spoke to it. Nobody could hear the conversation, but a passing merchant claims he heard what sounded like jolly laughter from inside the hut. After a week, hood on his head, nothing of his face but a dull purple glint showing, he returned to Perah- And went to the apothecary’s tent. He nodded at it before entering. Of course, the apothecary knew who this was. This was Caleb the Savage, or Caleb the Corrupt as he now was better known. Terrified, he tried to crawl out of the tent, but couldn’t. Caleb saw there was no negotiating here, and tapped into the thought dimension, making the apothecary at least listen to his plea. While it WAS the eye talking here, Caleb kept the apothecary listening. After three hours, a crowd had gathered outside the tent as Caleb left, and headed for home. The crowd scuttled inside to find the apothecary dead- Caleb hadn’t intentionally killed him, but his mind couldn’t take the force from Caleb’s thoughts for too long. With only one agreed upon solution, Caleb decided that on February 29th, he would conduct an experiment on himself to properly reunite himself with his brother, trapped in the chaotic eye…