Zen's Testing Thread.

[ZenAlexandros]

Report for duty, Soldier!

Name:: Cael Athol
Age:: Thirty-eight
Gender:: Male

Hit the showers!

Height/Weight:: 6'1"/213lbs
Hair/Eyes:: Auburn/Yellow
Build:: Muscular build, broad shoulders and a thin waist.

Speak up!

Personality::
Cael is a loyal creature. It was breed into him and one could say beaten as well. His parent's made sure that Cael believed in something one hundred percent, anything less than that is unaceptable. After he was found by Lewis, Cael put all of his faith and loyalty into the man and has no problems serving him no matter the order. He is loyal to a fault, killing without questioning and would even kill himself if Lewis ordered it to be so. He trusts Lewis not to give that order, but if it was given he would blindly follow it, hoping the after life suited him well.

Though he will follow orders that doesn't mean that Cael lacks intelligence. He is usually a quiet man unless told to speak but he observes his surroundings and often times finds it neccessary to deal with things himself instead of taking the time to inform Lewis about them. When random soldiers go missing there is a good chance that Cael is behind it and he will have a perfectly logical reason for doing it; other than to please Lewis.

Cael does not make friends well and does not respond to competion in a polite manner. There is a very good chance that you will see him growl possesively if anyone comes within five feet of Lewis. It could be called possesive, but the truth behind it is that Cael is afraid to be abadoned again and becomes immensely jealous anytime anyone tries to get any of Lewis attention. It's not something he does on purpose, but it seems to be one of his more obvious traits.

His love for Lewis is only second to his love of his hair. Cael loves his long auburn hair and has grown it to impossible lengths just to show it off. Looking very feminine didn't bother him as his body can out manovre most people and as such it gave him the ablity to grow it out. He takes great care that his hair is well kept and clean. If touched he is likely to snap and rip the head off the poor ofending person.
History:: Growing up in Midgar wasn't as bad as most people said it was. Cael grew up in sector two under the plate. His family had been loving but had already decided his destiny for him. His father was a low level SOLDIER instructor, making sure the new recruits new how to use their swords. His mother was a secretary at the entrance level of Shinra. As such his parents were feircly loyal to the company and raised their son to be as such. Before he was enrolled in SOLDIER, Cael knew how to handle almost any kind of weapon, his favourite being dual weild short swords.

At the age of sixteen he was enrolled and trained for the SOLDIER program. Excited and skilled on his own, after one fight with an instructor he was placed into a special class where his training was more advanced. Due to the training he excelled at speed, being able to attack twice as much as a normal person. When he was placed into third class his father had two short swords made for him as a graduation gift. With these Cael quickly climbed the ladder of success and rose through the ranks quickly.

After he came back from a mission while second class, Cael returned home on leave to find his mother had died of a serious disease. He didn't find out until later that it had been because she was working at Shinra and doing more than she should have. She had become a guinie pig for some scientist or another. His father died in a training accident soon after. The man had become slightly reckless and as such when the recruit had come at him, the man did not respond quick enough. They had rush him to the OR, but sadly he didn't make it.

With the death of both parents behind him, Cael quickly found himself as a first class. He dealt with his parents death by becoming stronger and taking on more missions. Lazard had promoted him with a certain amount of pride that someone so young had risen so quickly that wasn't Sephiroth. It wasn't until the war with Wutai that Cael did anything worth note. However, upon being dispatched and taking down many of the Genesis clones, Cael himself fell to a clone's hand. Seeing their superior taken down, the troops under Cael did nothing. As all three General's had effectively abandoned Shinra that meant there would be promotions. Without Cael in the picture, there was room for them.

Not all was lost. Cael was picked up by an elderly woman who not only healed him up, but also put him into a hypnosis state and used him as her personal slave. He spent a little over a year in her service before Lewis came along and rescued him; exchanging one of his own men for Cael. Months later Cael started to come to and realized he was still alive. He decided to remain with Lewis and help the man with everything he did. Eventually he grew very attached of the man and vowed to give his life to the man.
Alignment:: Lewis' personal assistant

Equipment check!

Weapons:: Two short swords. Handles have a dragon's head on the tip and wings as the guards. Blades are slightly curved.
Materia:: Master poison materia
Skill:: Trained specifically for speed, is able to attack two times a round every three rounds.

Dismissed!

Username:: ZenAlexandros
Post colour:: #670076

[ZenAlexandros]

Long before the first written word there lived a powerful man. This man wanted to rule the world. Making a contract with a demon he insured himself a long life and the simple price of letting his most faithful servant serve as a food source. The battle the came after was a long and tiring one that ultimately lead to the man's downfall. With his last words he vowed to rise again and disappeared. The only two servants left were charged with the building of his tome where the three were put to sleep for two thousand years.

The second rising came and went much like the first. However, instead of being put to sleep the man was killed by one of his own offspring. One of his faithful servants had been killed before the rising, nothing but the bones left. His most faithful servant was the reason behind that. He had opened the tome and left him to die, being told by the demon that fed on him that it was the only way to remove his presence. It hadn't been a lie, but at the same time it had removed a bit of his Master's power, thus letting him be killed in battle.

Torn and beating the male wandered over the vast area of the world with no destination in mind. Death did not come to the distraught being, nor did the demon come to relieve him of the pain in his chest. Instead he was doomed to wander for years until he happened upon a shrine. The goddess was one unknown to him but that did not stop the man from falling to his knees and crying out. With what must have been a heart of gold, the goddess appeared before him, showing pity to the poor soul. Though she could not kill him, she could give him rest.

"Poor soul, let me cleanse you. When you awaken next it will be of your own will, your own desire."

His yellow eyes slowly closed and before he knew it, the man was soon opening his eyes once more, his heart lighter than it had been before but his mind confused at the people staring down at him. They seemed confused as to how he could be alive, buried under the shrine as he was. His clothes were of a period that was long since gone and that only seemed to confuse them even more. Staring up, he could hear a whisper in the back of his mind.

"Run Cael, run."

He did just that. With tattered and ruined clothes the man ran. There was no fear in his eyes as he made his way past the people and into the hills. His only possession were the swords that he had from the first war he had been in and the fabric on his waist. After a year of wandering the country side, the man finally made his way into a village were an old woman took him in. She had said something about the goddess for telling his arrival, but he didn't give it much thought, but thanked the woman for her care.

He spent two years in her care, learning of the way the world had changed. So many things he had to learn of, from what indoor plumbing was to the fact that streets were no longer dirt. Currency had changed to some sort of metal and paper form and clothes were worn by both men and woman alike. He had found out that his home was in what was now called Ireland. People had last names and even knew how to read and write. With in the two years he learned how to speak English, though he found writing far to difficult and gave up on it. He even managed to understand the basic layout of the world, even though he was sure he hadn't crossed an ocean before in his life. So many things, so little time to learn it. It was all confusing at first but eventually the man adjusted with the help of the elderly woman who looked oddly familiar.

After the woman passed on the man started to travel once more. Making his way through many different places and working as a hunter along the way, he managed to end up in Scotland where he picked up his last name. Though he had no idea what it meant, he kept it anyway. From his travels he managed to pick up an eclectic accent, causing his English to sound slightly broken. But even this healed over time.