Rian Callum Pace
How do you stay so strong?
How did you hide it all for so long?
How can I take the pain away?
How can I save a fallen angel in the dark?
Information
【●】━━━━ Basics ━━━━【●】
Full Name
Rian Callum Pace
Alias
Callum, Cal, Seraphim
Age & DoB
34, October 15th
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bisexual
Species
metahuman/mutant【●】━━━━ Personality ━━━━【●】
Likes
Red bull, whiskey, fighting, flying, open spaces, bird watching , being barefoot, obscure trivia, small libraries, learning new things.
Dislikes
Hypocrites, liars, and arseholes, being touched by strangers, boredom, ignorance, cleaning, coffee.
Hobbies
Reading fiction, drinking, trivia games.
Personality
Callum is a bit of a wild card. He's brash, harsh, and can be a bit of an arsehole. He keeps most people at arms length due to the trauma he faced as a child. He's been known to ignore what other want or ask in favor of what he himself feels like he should do. He takes orders as mere suggestions, more so the higher up whomever is giving them is. He's got issues with authority, and is know to run from true authoritative figures.
The mutant is a smart character; less book smart, despite being well-read, and more quick witted and sharp. With that wit, however comes a tongue used to lashing sarcastic quips and harsh lashings. He has a temper that flares white-hot when set off. He tends to react harshly when angered, often saying things he won't mean so much when he's cooled down. He'll almost always be the first into the fray, a man who loves a good fight, and Callum has no shortness of bravery when the time calls.
Once one has broken through that hard exterior, Callum is a kind soul deep down. He's been known to help out the sick and wary, keep the spirits of the hopeless up with a song, and even make sure someone else's day isn't half as bad as his own. As much as he gets himself in trouble in his own, if someone he cared for was in a bind, he'd stick his wing out for them without pause. He's always learning, adapting to his surroundings, and finding ways to get out of his latest predicament.【●】━━━━ Appearance ━━━━【●】
Height
6’0
Weight
196lbs (wings; 28lbs)
Brief Physical Description
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Distinguishing Features
Large dark brown-black wings, scruffy face, expressive brown eyes.
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Brief Power Description
Light manipulation, Flight via large wings, enhanced senses and superhuman abilities, strong hand-to-hand combatant.
Background
Trigger Warning: child abuse, sexual abuse, drugs, alcoholIt was obvious at his birth that Callum was different. It was hard not to, not with the wings sprouting from his shoulders. It was three days before the word 'mutant' was used. He was only four days old when his mother signed her rights away, giving her son up as a ward of the state. He was in foster care the following week, the first of far too many.Before he turned two, he was in a new place, a home. specifically for mutants. Few others that were abandoned like him were his age. Those who were, fewer had physical mutations, and if the handful who did, all of them were fodder for the others. He was prodded, feathers pulled, beaten and belittled by more than just the other children. When he was five, he'd had enough and started fighting back.When he started fighting the caretakers is when he was first taken to a home for juvenile delinquents. Here, the other kids were human. If he thought the kids in the mutant home were bad, it was nothing compared to these boys. The abuse he endured was worse than anything he'd endured yet. There were times he had more bruises than skin. Despite all his feathers grown in, he was far too often too weak to try out his wings. Perhaps if he had, he wouldn't have endured that abuse for those long nine months.The spring after his eighth birthday is when he was finally able to fly away. He tried to run away from the home, and had to flee when he'd gotten caught. It was slow going, but by the time his feet left the ground, he wasn't coming back down. It was hours before he touched down. It was two weeks on his own before the system caught back up with him. He was in five different foster homes within the next three years, none of them keeping him longer than nine months.The sixth home kept Callum for four years. The cycle of abuse continued, but these people used their own magic to alter his mind and make him pliant. He spent that time doing the one thing he'd been good at since he was a boy; fighting. He got good quickly, the punishment for losing more than he was willing to take. If he had to choose between starving locked away alone, and learning how to beat the everloving snot out of damn near anyone, he'd take the latter. He was willing to bet anyone else would do the same.At fifteen, he developed a secondary mutation. In a fit of rage in the middle of a fight, the whole cage went dark, all the light concentrated in Cal's hand. Everyone in the room was blinded in a bright flash, and without anyone to stop him, he fled.(still writing it, but I wanted to post what I have. So… to be continued.)
Abilities
Light manipulation; can manipulate and alter the light in the immediate vicinity. Can be used to heal and purify, as well as an offensive and defensive measure. Cancelled out by, and cancels out, darkness manipulation.
Enhanced combat; is impressively skilled in all forms of combat. It's tied heavily into his stamina, however, and the more exerted he becomes, the slower he becomes.
Enhanced abilities; superior strength, stamina, durability, speed, agility, and senses comparative to a human.
Flight; depends on damage taken by his wings. Too heavily damaged, and it's a strain to get airborne.