Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
- JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
((Please note the girl alternative has been just- added in, the quest is written as male it just... seemed that I should be less ridged when questing for the etherial))... XD
Name:Breuddwyd Ffynnon Caffal (Male) or
Caethes Breyddwyd Caffal (Female)
Nickname:Ben, Breu
or if girl Cae included. Age:
21 18 (new cav age rules alteration sorry!)
Student: Sovereign Heights
Birthday: December 5th
Sign: Sagittarius
Blood Type: 0-
Favorite Food: Toast and butter.
Hated Food: Sweet Potatoes.
YMCA voulenteer - teaches some random things like Fencing and runs some younger paintball teams for new comers.
Hobbies:
Equestrian: Breu has been riding since the first time he could balance on a saddle. He simply took to it, not to say that he hasn't had his share of times when he has flown free of the saddle, but he has a comfort and a presence with horses. His favorite, he will admit, is an older black mare called 'Night'. Despite being known for her dark temperament there is an uneasy sort of peace between them. He says they're 'kindred souls' - if she could speak she might just say it's the occasional promise of sugar cubes.
He uses her both in solo rides, group rides and when he practices with the other members of his drill team if she's available, but he is willing to work with another if need be.
Painting: Breu enjoys sitting down with brush and canvas and simply painting. It might seem odd that he prefers to do this outside, often choosing places with spectacular real views of their own. But he seldom paints reality, and when he does he embellishes it. Turning a park into a surrealist fairyland, two young lovers on a park bench into Gawain and the Green Lady and the like. He says of this habit, "People see enough 'reality', why not something a little 'more'.
While he can comfortably use all mediums, he prefers to use watercolors or oils. He feels these two best fit what he is trying to capture on paper, better capturing a dream or nightmarish feel.
He enjoys visiting art galleries to see what other people have made, though much 'modern' art is hit and miss with him. He has little respect for portfolios that are comprised of crayon on news paper, but he tries to keep an open mind.
Guilty Pleasures: Kindly don't laugh (too hard) - Breu carries the occasional bodice ripper in his bag. While he's most fond of Arthurian tales of knights and ladies, “there’s nothing wrong" with the occasional Nora Roberts book... really.
For the strangely curious, he started reading these in early high school. He found one left behind in the lunchroom, it sat unclaimed for days before out of boredom, he picked it up and started reading.
Paintball: Once and a while, for a good outdoor activity he’ll take up with some friends and head to the paint ball range. After all, in his opinion nothing quite as exhilarating as working with a small group of friends in junk clothing, some padding and a helmet, armed with air and paint balls to ambush, paint grenades and otherwise assault another group of friends, or even strangers. Only to wander home at the end of the day, covered in paint, the occasional welt and a general sense of camaraderie.
Gemstone:
Chrysocolla Virtues:
Keep a lid on it - No matter how obnoxious, rude or annoying you're being, it could be considered a sign of the Apocalypse for him to... really fly off the handle at someone. You'll at best get a short sharp 'snap' out of him if you poke him too often too early in the day, but other than that he tends to swallow his anger rather than allowing himself to lash out. The lid on his temper is in the name of placation, someone has to keep a level head or nothing is going to be solved. It seems rude to him, that he would ever have to ask someone else to fill the roll of the mediator when he's capable of fulfilling it himself.
When he does reach a temperamental breaking point with a friend, it's always 'things' that suffer. He's broken a few mirrors in his time, turning his rage towards the very things that still leave him uneasy and leave him feeling like a stranger in his own skin. But that is always preceded by him trying to walk away first till 'both parties' have time to cool their heads.
Versatile - While content to work on teams such as the local Equestrian Drill team, he's also the kind of person whom you could trust to work on his own. He can work with you and your friends to help repair that garage that the snow ripped part of the roof off of, but you can also trust him to get your groceries without forgetting something.
Or, more likely he's the person whom you send out on the paint ball mission to sneak up on that son-of-a buck with the belt of paint grenades and take him out. As a Cavalier he's just as productive working with a full team as he is being sent out to perform his own 'solo' missions for the good of the team. That said he's not one to 'rebel' and run off on his own should he feel that the wrong course of action is being taken. He'll speak his peace but unless your about to start shooting children in the head he won't turn on you, or turn his back on you.
Tactical Observation: perhaps not so useful for getting things like school work done, but if you ever needed a plan for the most expedient way to Christmas shop or just want to divvy up your resources during a paint ball tournament, he's your man. He tends to collect information - even things that one might not think were useful - and even does this without conscious thought much of the time. Want to know what hours people tend to hit a particular store? He may well know the answer! He also has some innate talent for predicting how people will behave in a given situation based on things he has observed or taken in unconsciously; even so, he hasn't rested on his laurels and used this skill to get by. Breu still takes time when he can to try and study the behaviors, habits and mannerisms of people in 'real time' - and especially enjoys doing this to give his team an edge when paint-balling!
It should be noted however, that at his most idealistic, he is less effective than when he has become at least slightly disillusioned by the world. Fresh from his room, saturated with fantasy and romance novels he's likely to believe the best of even the worst people, or at least that 'good shall always triumph', likewise if he is too disillusioned he is utterly ineffective because his focus has almost totally turned towards removing himself from 'the world'.
Chivalrous - when he's in a good mood he's an idealist, he believes firmly in a better world. Knights and chivalry, Men and women of the round table, What better to hope for than a one and future King and Lady. Unfortunately this sets him with high hopes that sometimes come crashing down around his ears leaving him with a very 'in the emotional basement' attitude sometimes when things don't work out 'like they should. '
However, his faith and love of the ethereal also means he's not attached to 'material things', what's in your heart and head is more important than what is in your hand. ((Unless it’s a knife...then there might be trouble)) He would argue that his dreams of a perfect world are at least as important if not more important than the fact it’s not 'real', even if he will argue its just not real "yet"
As Oneiros - His chivalry will not save you based on gender. Women may be the 'fairer' sex but that by no means means they should be discounted. In regards to 'sneak' attacks he holds the same mindset that he does when playing paint ball. If you are willing to engage in underhanded means, then in order to 'protect' the high road, he will take the low road and carry through the sneak attack. Once you are down to one on one though he is reluctant to hit you while you are down. Ultimately, he will fight you under the same 'rules' that you set forth. Playing underhanded will be met with as much of of the same as he can bring himself to do.
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Flaws:
Simmering Temper: like that one nightmare you just can't seem to wake up from, the one that hangs in the air even after you wake up, once you manage to piss off Breu, he stays irritated for a long time. He's not -yelled- at anyone yet. But be sure you'll know it by his scowling. Even apologies do little to assuage his temper till the embers have time to cool. This makes him pricklier if you ask him for help, and be sure if he can fine some opportunity to either embarrass you or humiliate you he will till he's had time to cool his head.
Laughing at his errors is a good way to earn a bout of temper, though something that trivial lasts at best a day or two.
In spite of his smothered frustrations, he actually maintains this in the name of civility and peace. If he looses his cool, nothing gets solved, so instead he'll 'suffer in peace'
Disenchanted: Reality really never is as good as dreams can be, but there is always some part of him that hopes it will be. Generally disenchanted with the workings of the waking world he can sometimes become 'over saturated' with the feeling, becoming more and more depressed and despondent to the point where he will simply lock himself into his apartment to read his fantasy and romance novels away from prying eyes, often sleeping to escape into dreams.
This behavior can last for 2-3 days at a time at its worst, and down to hours as a best case. He tries his best to maintain the isolation until such time as his 'faith' is restored.
It can be hard when he slides into this despondency, to help him believe that any actions he takes will have a meaningful effect on -anything- as he begins to believe that perhaps failure is 'just the way things are'. Small successes, even if they seem trivial can -sometimes- help shake him out of this, but better is for him to be needed. The best method of motivation is a call to duty, but its not something to be used lightly lest it become seen as his friends 'crying wolf' to pull him from his occasional isolation.
Time spent along with his dreams and novels, also helps remind him what he's 'fighting' for even on a day to day basis. Because no matter how down he is, some part of him will always cling to the idea that the world -can- change, and no matter how 'tarnished' it is now, with effort spit and polish it will bring around a new, and more wonderful world.
Cruel sense of Humor - Some people just laugh at the wrong times, he's one of them. You just dropped that -thing- on your foot and MAN did it hurt, while he's laughing about it even as he helps save you from your misfortune.
He'll admit he'd lose it if you did the same to him, but swears he can't help but let go of the chuckles that slip free. In fairness, he will sometimes laugh at himself for the same things, like that paintball that just hit him in the back -right- after he took off the padding. It's fine so long as -he- laughs first... just wait till he's done swearing and you can avoid that simmering temper.
Like most people whom behave in this way he brushes off the idea that it’s hypocritical, for him its ‘just something he does’. After all, people are full of contradictory behaviors and double standards, this just happens to be his.
Night owl: Whomever invented getting up before at -least- 9 ought to be dragged out into the street and shot repeatedly with coffee beans.
Or, better yet, why get up before noon, because heck, nights are more fun anyhow. Don't expect anything -remotely- resembling perky or anything better than sullen before he's had at least one coffee or caffeinated beverage. And you can -stop- looking so cheery about morning’s thanks.
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