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Caleb Murdock
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CALEB MURDOCK

You walk into the altar, your body relaxed and your mind focused. The large, oversized doors close as the sun dips below the horizon. The darkness creeps around you and for a moment, you feel as though you are completely alone when a warm and elderly voice comes from the center of the altar.

“Welcome my child and may the Darkness bless you. You are here to prove your worthiness to enter the realms beyond this world. Let us begin. Please, tell me about yourself. What is your name? How old are you and what is your caste?”

Caleb Murdock, 24, Warlord Prince broken

“Yes yes. I was wondering when the Darkness would send you to me. What jewels has the Darkness gifted you with my child?”

Yellow, JP 89 to Rose, broken back to Yellow, JP 89

“A beautiful set of jewels are they not? Where do you come from and where are you going?”

Dea al Mon

“Now, let us begin with the real information. My eye sight has begun to fail me so please, what do you look like?”

Tall and skinny, almost too skinny. His ribs can easily be counted, since he seldom wears a shirt and if he remembers it, it will be most likely tattered and torn or just not buttoned up. He stands at 5’ 11”, if he straightens up that is, he tends to hunch down as if trying to hide. Not being very muscular in build, but he has strength nonetheless and it shows when he works. His muscles are very lean and defined. At first glance he looks much older than he is, one is deceived by the way he carries himself, almost like an old person, but he can move very quickly when he needs to. Caleb does not try to impress anyone; he wants to make people forget that he is even near.

His brown hair is never quite combed, his face is usually dirty, but his light hazel colored eyes overpower his unkempt look. They will draw attention, whenever he actually looks at someone, which does not happen very often. Once he is washed and clean, one can see that he is a very handsome young man with great features. His nose is straight, his lips are full, but not too full and he chews on his bottom lip quite frequently. Dark eyelashes and slightly bushy eyebrows are accompanied by a little scruffy beard and mustache. There seems to be a layer of saw dust covering him constantly, it falls here and there when he moves about. It covers his cloths, his hair and his face most of the time.

He will wear leather pants, because they won’t tear as easily as denim, and more often than not no shirt with it. A leather belt with his tools hangs loosely around his hips, when he works. Sturdy boots and in winter time a long coat is all he needs. His manner of dress does not vary a lot, anything earthen colored is fine with him, greens and browns are dominating his wardrobe greatly. You won’t find a suit in the duffle bag he uses as his closet, since he has no use to play dress up. He is all about the work he does and his clothes have to be comfortable to move around in them easily.

“And your personality? What is that like?”

His past keeps catching up with him at the most inopportune moments, he will switch in between his ‘normal’ mode and slave mode in a split second, and not be aware that he has just done that. Working around a lot of people is nearly impossible for him, he rather works by himself and his boss lets him do just that, since Caleb is very good at what he is doing. Once in slave mode, he will call anyone and everyone Master or Mistress and there is a pain in his eyes that he cannot hide. There is a very sad quality about him when he is in slave mode, he practically screams at one to hug him tight, but if anyone tried that, he would be mortified and cower in fear.

He is a very talented carpenter and creates the finest pieces of furniture anyone has ever laid eyes on; he is a true artist and seems to have a very special relationship with the woods he works with. He can be observed simply looking at a piece of wood, gently touching it and then whisper to it. A few days later or weeks, depends on what he is creating, one can see another one of his beautifully crafted pieces slowly emerge. It is like the wood talks to him and tells him what it needs to be, he is a very quiet man and listens a lot to seemingly nothing at times.

Caleb does not like to speak a lot, his voice sounds hoarse and rough. After speaking for a while it will actually crack and then disappear altogether, it is a remnant from his time as a pleasure slave and the hours he had spent screaming in pain until they had broken him down to his Birthright. He will raise his voice when he gets angry; the Warlord Prince halfway buried inside him is still in evidence at those times. Riling him up is easy to do, but it might also send him straight into slave mode at times and then he gets scary. One can see the slave fighting with the beast inside him and often the slave looses, leaving Caleb in shambles and trying to deal with the fall out.

The Warlord Prince in Caleb is a very formidable man, demanding, angry and volatile. Once the beast gets out, there is no stopping him. He will climb the Killing Edge hard and fast, riled up Caleb is as dangerous as they come; especially when he is angered by the very thing that broke him to pieces, injustice and slavery.

“Is there anything you particularly enjoy or dislike?”

Caleb hates to be around people, especially Queens. He would rather spend his day under his bed than dealing with people. When he has a clear moment, he dislikes very much that he is so afraid almost all the time and that he cannot seem to trust people easily. For some reason he hates vegetables and will not eat them, he is also not fond of anything alcoholic.
He loves to work with wood, he thrives in it. His favorite past time is whittling little animals, which he then gives away to children. He feels comfortable around children and even though he does not say much, they seem to understand him perfectly well. Saige is the one person he loves and trusts completely. Oh, and chasing dust bunnies under the bed with Saige is definitely a favorite of his.
“An aimless wonderer is hardly a good thing. What are your goals?”

Caleb does not know what he really wants besides stopping to be afraid and a part of his old life back before he was broken and shattered.

“Ah yes, I see. Before you tell me your story, who are some important people in your life?”

Mother: Adrianna Butler, Healer, White to Rose - deceased
Father: Peter Murdock, Warlord Prince, Summer Sky to Opal - deceased

A candle is lifted, revealing a priestess on a lounging couch just off of the altar. She is elderly but still very refined and coherent. She moves to one end of the couch.

“Come and sit next to me and tell me about your story. I want to know about your history.”

Caleb was born to Adrianna Butler, a Rose jeweled Healer and her husband, an Opal jeweled Warlord Prince by the name of Peter Murdock. He would be their only child. They had wanted more, but after he was born his mother had fallen very ill and even though she had been under the best of care, she would never be able to bear another child to full term. The small village they were living in had many happy families with plenty of children; Caleb would never miss not having any siblings of his own.

The close knit community in Dharo was like an extended family, everyone looked out for their neighbor, treating each other as part of a rather large family. He was welcome in every home, as were all his little friends welcome in his home. They played and learned together, fathers and mothers teaching them all they knew. The children had a very well rounded upbringing.

At 5 years of age Caleb had his Birthright Ceremony and the entire village cheered him when he came back with the Yellow jewel clasped in his little hands. He was very proud of it and so were his parents, they had the jewel set into a silver necklace, which he still wears around his neck. It was one of the proudest days in his life and he showed everyone his jewel.

Schooling was done by the whole village, the children learned from each family and the elders in the village. They were later taught more specifically to their castes, but in the beginning they all learned the same lessons in basic craft. Caleb loved learning and he soon found that he had a special gift, he could work with wood like no other child could, and he would whittle little animals and figures for the smaller children to play with. Later he learned how to make furniture and he was very good at it, he would sit with the wood, touch it and talk to it before he started to work with it.

His Offering to the Darkness took place a few days after his 18th Birthday, he came away with the Rose and was happy about that, he had now grown into a handsome young man and had his eyes on the neighbor’s daughter, but since she was younger than him, he would not pursue her just yet. Her name was Saige Selince and he always though her to be the most beautiful girl in the village, even though the other children would often tease her. He worked as a carpenter, making furniture and wooden toys for the children in the village.

Caleb felt a very strong pull towards Saige from the first time he had laid eyes on her, she was 4 years younger than him and he tended to stay in the background. He liked watching her play with other children her age and his heart went out to her, when she was teased by them. When he started to work as a carpenter he would only occasional see her, he was rather busy, but he still felt that pull towards her.

Once she came of age, he was ready to woo her and see if she liked him. The village had a tradition of celebrating, when the girls turned 18 years of age, there was dancing and singing and everyone had a good time. It ended fast, there was a raid by a group of Dhemlanese males, they were looking for slaves and had been making their way through Dharo’s smaller villages. The ones that tried to fight were killed quickly, the same with the older people, like his mother and father. Caleb saw his parents killed and grabbed Saige, who had been dancing with her little brother Silver, and carrying him into the woods, while pulling her along with him.

He managed to hide them along with him, but when he heard the men approach he left their hiding spot to draw the attention away from Saige and her brother. Soon after he was caught and as he fought them with all he had, they raped and broke him down to his Birthright, then he was ringed and carted off along with others from his village to Dhemlan. Caleb was 21 years old when his life took a sharp detour and he was sold at the slave market to a minor Queen. She was a mean bitch and loved using the Control ring on him for just about anything.

He would still fight occasionally against his lot in life, but was brought down to his knees fast and hard. His ruts where spent locked up in a crate, the only outlet he had was violence, the Queen that owned him did not care what he did while rutting, as long as it was as far away from her as possible. Sometimes he was taken into a wooded area to rut and even now he will take off to get away from anyone when he starts to rut. Violence has been his outlet.

After two years of service as a Pleasure Slave, Caleb was set free and wandered aimlessly for a while. The Queen whose name he had never known had enough of him and was looking for new meat, she never returned anyone to where they belonged, she rather set them loose near the border of Dea al Mon, Caleb eventually wandered into Dea al Mon and was picked up by a kind older Warlord, he had noticed that Caleb had been whittling small animals from branches he found and was amazed at the detail. The Warlord’s name is Samuel Mortimer and Caleb has been working for him ever since, Samuel takes care of him like he is his own son, making sure he eats and has some contact with people, but he also shields him as best as he can from harm.
The old priestess nods her head as you finish. She is clearly thinking and weighing the information that you have just given her.

“Perhaps I need just a little more. Could you give me an example of how you plan to play in the world?”

Third charie

The old priestess narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side, looking behind you.

“And you, behind this wonderful member of our story, who are you?”

Gothmom
Shalar Tahlon, Warlord, Purple Dusk to Green
Marlian Tahlon, Hearth Witch, Rose to Purple Dusk

“And have you read and agreed to the rules of this place?”

YES

Again, she pauses and thinks. The air is beginning to lighten as the morning light comes around. The Priestess rises and approaches the altar. She begins lighting the candles in a practiced and comfortable order. There is movement beyond the candles as the altar opens to a new world.

“Thank you for your time and stories. You are free to proceed. Please have fun but remember, everything has a price.”

Original Site: Witch Storm (http://s4.zetaboards.com/Witch_Storm/index/)
Link to Original Profile: http://s4.zetaboards.com/Witch_Storm/topic/778660/1/
Jewels Requested:Yellow to Rose and broken back to Yellow please
Caste(s) Requested:Warlord Prince
Plot Goals: (Required for BR Green-Red and above and Offerings of Red-Black)
Edited by Caleb Murdock, Dec 14 2010, 04:30 PM.
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