SARCELIER, CALEB RYAN

caleb ryan sarcelier · Subject: SARCELIER, CALEB RYAN December 17th 2008, 12:50 am

ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES

worn out places, worn out faces

your name/nickname;; alyssa
other characters;; none so far
years of experience;; 1 year
your self-rating;; greatness in progress
your nationality;; northern american

BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES

going nowhere, going nowhere

name;; caleb ryan sarcelier
birthday;; 07/ 05
age;; twenty-two
description;;
;; he's 5' 10'', slender but still muscular
;; his head is usually hung down and he looks down at his feet a lot
;; he has an impeccable sense of style
;; his chocolate brown eyes are soft and captivating
;; he comes across very insecure but deep down he is strong
;; he is very shy in social situations
;; he takes his sketch book everywhere he goes
picture;;

likes;;
;; music
;; languages
;; asian & italian food
;; indoors
;; sketching
;; opera
;; time alone
;; studying
;; coffee
;; learning
;; reading/ books
;; lounging
dislikes;;
;; large groups or crowds
;; public speaking
;; meeting new people
;; loud people
;; his family
;; peers
;; holidays
;; talking at all
;; matteo ferelli and lauren johannesberg
;; any kind of meat
fears;;
;; spiders
;; rejection
;; failure
;; confrontation
;; never experiencing true love
;; criticism
quirks;;
;; he hides around corners when he sees someone coming he doesn't want to talk to
;; his favorite time of day in at night when he can roam the castle and draw in his dorm without being disturbed
;; he puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels when forced to be social
;; his attitude when talked to comes across fidgity and it's obvious he doesn't like it
;; he focuses so much on school work and his art that he sometimes loses track of time and reality
hopes/dreams/goals;;
;; to make a life for himself and to break away from his past
;; to come out of his defensive shell so he will be more easy to relate to with people. so he can become more social
;; to make friends
;; to have a father figure in his life and to feel wanted, needed, and loved
;;

THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES

no expression, no expression

inside their life and mind;;

;; caleb ryan sarcelier was born on july 5th to ansel and berenice sarcelier in fort, mcmurray canada. he is full blooded french canadian.
;; he has only one sibling his 3yr older brother aidan. aidan has always been, and will always be, more favored than caleb. caleb's parents have always told him he was a "mistake." his mother never intended to get pregnant a second time because they couldn't afford another child. due to the horrible state they were in financially.
;; caleb was bound to pay for his "accident" birth the day he was born. since he was the unwanted addition to the family he was forced to do all the chores on the farm inside and out. even when he did the chores on time and exactly how his father wanted them, his father would still find a reason to be mad at him. his father was an alcoholic and religiously drank. his mother sat, watched, and even encouraged him when he was drunk and angry at caleb. sometimes aidan would join in on the pointless lashings just for fun.
;; the only chore caleb was not allowed to do was the butchering of the farm animals. that was his father's sport and he took too much pleasure from it. he was so violent when he butchered the animals caleb couldn't bare to think of eating meat once he was free from there because he only saw it as a cruel thing to kill innocent animals. that is why he is a vegetarian to this day. if he had the option to be pickier with his clothing selections, and life choices, he would certainly be a vegan.
;; his mother's family never visited and caleb has never met them. they lived on the other side of canada and it was too far to travel by carriage. his father's family, however, lived just one city away and they visited often. his grandmother desperately wanted to take caleb to live with her and his grandpa, intuitively picking up on the fact that caleb was clearly unhappy and that something was wrong, but her husband would have none of it. it was hard enough feeding the both of them, he didn't want a third mouth to feed and saw no reason to bring caleb back with them. caleb's parents were good at hiding things. until the day she died she watched over caleb and loved him very much. the only one in his family who truly did. she saw potential in his fragile emotions.
;; she was an artist back many years ago and taught caleb how to paint and draw when he was seven. "something to take your mind and soul away from reality" she told him. she died when he was fifteen. before she died she bound and made a sketch book for him. something he could remember her by. he treasures it to this day and still continues to draw in it.
;; his life before numinis academy consisted of no friends and no social contact outside of his house and family. only aiden was allowed to go school. since his parents could only afford to send one. everything caleb learned he learned from books around the house or books he snuck from aiden's school books late at night. (which he read under his blankets.) it worked to his advantage because the couch was his bed and he needn't worry about aiden or his parents catching him.
;; for being so isolated he became very smart. his determination to never give up on himself, despite what he was told, pushed him to do anything he wanted. and he wanted nothing more than to get away from his house and to learn about the world. numinis academy saved him. professor reef saved him. he had no money and no way of getting out of there had it not been for professor reef and his helicopter.
;; being afraid of it, but desperately wanting to be wanted and loved, he looks to professor reef as a father figure- a role model- and someone he inspires to be like. he did in fact save him after all.

HIDE MY HEAD I WANNA DROWN MY SORROW

no tomorrow, no tomorrow

rp sample;;
After introducing himself Caleb began to feel more relaxed and eased into his chair. He still maintained his posture, but the rigidness he felt from before was now gone. Since music was his outlet and the professor hadn't bitten his head off yet, he decided he should try and open up a little bit more. This was, after all, the only class that already felt less mundane than others and didn't feel hard. Hard emotionally that is. He should enjoy himself. He looked about the room and was pleased to see it was- in fact- just him and the professor. Private lessons, just as he had hoped.

As if out of no where he heard his name "Sarcelier," he turned his attention to the professor "Caleb Ryan. Twenty-two years of age, French-Canadian. Quiet, shy, loves music, doesn't talk much...." Caleb was taken back as the professor went on. He wasn't just reciting his name, as if some obscure form of attendance, he was reciting facts about him. Details people shouldn't know.- and the more details he knew about him the more personal they became. Caleb sat forward on his seat as chest began beating faster. He wasn't sure if the beating was fear or adrenaline. How could someone he had only just met know so much about him? His defensiveness switched on and he began to get fidgety. He continued maintaining respect for his teacher, but there was anger inside. He felt vulnerable, a feeling he very much hated. As he was about to interrupt with questions the professor said " Did you know you had a dossier?" A what? He thought to himself. This uncommon word had caught his attention and he decided he had better listen. The anger was starting to fade and his chest was beating slower. The professor spoke smoothly as usual, which was good. Caleb didn't want the professor to see him fidgeting, unless he needed to. "Most people don't know that. No one knows who writes them - it is as if God himself, if we should believe in him, takes time to write an informative mini-biography of us all and is by no means stingy with His opinions and commentary. I am Nikolai Boris Reef, Headmaster and Professor. Anything you will come to know about me you will acquire through observing yourself. Trust me though, there are plenty of files written about me."

He sat back in his chair and stared at the edge of the professor's seat, confused. What was he going to do about this? How was he going to get rid of it? Not moments later- out of the corner of his eye- he noticed movement. The professor picked up his violin with such strength and poise and Caleb thought it best to stop brooding. The professor had one of these dossiers, everyone did apparently, and no one knows who writes them. He wasn't alone in this. He spared himself worry as he intently listened and carefully notated posture. He felt like he was observing much like a cat would. This was only going to be covered once. It made sense, and it shouldn't be too difficult. Posture was easily something he could practice in his dorm. It wasn't long before he heard violin notes and "A" "B" C" spoken as an overlay. He made eye contact with professor- something he scarcely felt comfortable doing. "I want you to try - see how many of the notes you may have caught already. I will be watching for posture more than anything. Never be afraid to look pretentious - only once have I seen a poor man play a violin, and while he played it you might have mistaken him for a king." The professors last words were heart warming and Caleb smiled shyly. Feeling comfortable in his surroundings now- it was time to play. The dossier topic continued to stay pressed on the back of his mind, but the excitement of holding a real violin surpassed all fears.

He confidently brought the polished instrument close to his face, tucked it under his chin, and struck the proud pose he had observed from the man before him. He sighed. "A" "B" C" He heard in his head. Bringing the bow down with such care, elbow remaining at the angle he was shown, he heard the notes ring exactly as they were played before. He did it. He looked at the professor with a gleam in his eye and a small grin. His first notes- and he played them perfectly. Something, from what he had heard from others- and from reading books- was hard to do the first time. Yet his were in tune. Pride that he could do this after all, he lowered the instrument between his legs.

The joy remained but so did his question. Jumping from this accomplishment back to a topic from awhile ago may seem weird, he knew, but it felt normal to him- and he needed to ask it now or it would continue to hang over his head.

"Professor?" He asked. "I...I don't at all mean to take away from our lesson time." He paused making sure it was clear that his lesson time was important to him, and that he knew this wasn't time for chit chat- but also making sure he knew his question was equally as important. "Could you tell me how many people know about my dossier? And how I can get rid of it? I understand everyone has one here, and that no one knows who writes them but, as I'm sure you know from reading mine, I don't like people knowing much- if anything- about me. I like to keep to myself. It's my safety net. I'm not sure I'll feel comfortable here if more than one person knows those things about me." He gave the professor a respectful, yet serious, look as if to say 'anyone else but you, sir.'

He felt great confidence in what he had said. He was strong deep down, but it was rarely brought out. He meant what he said and this was no time to act wimpy. He was concerned this information was out there. He hoped the professor wouldn't be mad at him for asking- but, brief as it was, the change in character made him feel more like the man he was; he was glad the topic was brought up. He waited cautiously for the professor's response and tried his best not to slip back into his quiet demeanor. It was time for him to grow now, and as odd as it was, he felt he could do so in these lessons; to share his voice and share his opinion. He was a quiet man, but noticing the way the professor had played those notes just they way he had, maybe was a common ground between them.

[ this is not your normal size, obviously, but I loved it, so i stuck it in here. -nik ]

nikolai boris reef · Subject: Re: SARCELIER, CALEB RYAN January 5th 2009, 12:38 pm

ACCEPTED!
I love Caleb. <3
Just make sure to finish the lists, do his bio, and edit it really quick and I'll close the link!