Caulton. Graver.

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Name: Caulton Alexander Graver
Age: 9 years
Gender: Male
Position: Student
Gift: Illusionist
Gift Specification:

Caulton can make illusions appear very vividly, though he usually only inflicts this upon his self. Caulton finds that he can control his 'madness' when he is beyond exhausted and half asleep. Even then though, the illusions just turn cartoon like, and don't scare the boy anymore. Other occasionally see his powers, but rarely so Caulton has no idea that he has a gift rather than madness.

Awareness: Unaware
Personality:

Caulton, well, there isn’t much you can say about his personality. Since he was just a little baby, the young boy had been treated like a dog mostly. Not in a bad way, but still just a stupid family pet you only had to feed and let out of the house to use the bathroom. Because of this, Caulton doesn’t talk much, he’s not sure quite how. He knows English, can speak it, but has a hard time finding a good conversation to share with someone. You could almost call him slightly unsocial, though the boy likes to hang around with others, be around them at least, as long as he isn’t the center of attention. Nothing good comes from being the center of attention at Hollowcove. Then again, this is Caulton when he’s awake.

Because of his powers, Caulton has a hard time staying ‘sane’. He has less control of his powers when he is fully aware and awake then when he is tired and stumbling about the Institute half asleep. He usually inflicts his powers on his self, which is why when he sees things others can’t. Because of this, the boy is certain to an extent that he is insane. Only when asleep or exhausted will the ‘shadows’, as Caulton calls them, go away. And Caulton half asleep is a totally different Caulton all together.

An awake Caulton is very un-talkative, a half asleep Caulton is the same way mostly though he puts himself out there more. He twitches a lot, can never keep his eyes on one object. The boy also has a stumbling problem, and stutters a lot and slurs his words when talking. He can also be a little creepier, quietly, though unintentionally, stumbling up to someone and randomly chatting to them or just being there. There is more to the sleepless child as well, a happier side that seems to not give two pins about the fact that he was insane living with other insane people or that he was probably the youngest of all the insane ‘freaks’ in there. Quite a happy kid and Caulton doesn’t seem to care about situations flying about him. If someone was making fun of him, trying to fight with him, complimenting him, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care, and takes everything as ‘okay’. But Caulton isn’t stupid; don’t get that mixed in with his dull nature. Before he joined the Institute, maybe, but after three years, Caulton has a surprisingly intelligent brain that has gotten him great grades and praises from teachers. It also helps him out of trouble sometimes, if his feet ain’t quick enough.

Appearance:

We’ll start with Caulton’s size, that alright? The boy, well, he’s short. Not overly short, but still short and probably will always be one of those short guys even after his growth spurt. The poor child wishes to grow even another inch or so, will randomly talk about it to others then walk away, but I’m sure we understand that he is short and slightly hates it. To put in terms how little this poor kid is, he’s 4 feet, exactly, and hasn’t grown in the past year. But moving on, when Caulton lacks in height he can make up for in how amazing his eyes and hair looks like.

Like a fire up top his head, Caulton has bright red/orange hair. It tends to be in mess and curls, though the boy likes to wear hats to keep the mess hidden. Often the boy gets into trouble for wearing his skater hats during weekdays when uniforms are the only clothes to be worn. Walking around only half awake, Caulton hardly cares. His eyes are also a sight to see, usually bright when light reflects off of them, though like an abyss because of the child’s sleepless ways. A light hazel, Caulton’s eyes can change between green to bright brown depending on his surrounding and mood. His eyes are often defined better because of dark bags due to intentional sleep loss as well, making them stand out more.

White skin and many freckles along his arms, though not his face surprisingly, mostly ends Caulton’s physical appearance. He has a childish body still, though Caulton is very athletic. He can run like no other, probably because of the trouble he’s gotten into before and it shows how quickly the boy can get out of a situation just be running and not ‘being there’ anymore. Clothe wise, Caulton wears what the Institute requires him to wear five days out of the seven. On the weekend the boy usually dresses casually. He likes his long short of baggy jeans along with regular old t-shirts along with his many different hats.

History:

Caulton was born into a rather dull family. He had an elder brother and sister who were eight and thirteen years older than him, and they hardly cared for their new sibling. The boy, at the age he was, couldn’t care though, and had other worries than bad sibling love to worry about. Since he was little, Caulton was treated like a family dog. He would crawl around and no ne helped him to walk, and he would eat what the rest of the family didn’t want. His brother ran away when Caulton was two (at ten), and his sister got pregnant a year after (at sixteen). It was just one of those types of families, and when Caulton kept complaining that his nightmares were following him to real life, he parents, or really father, put it off. Caulton’s mother wasn’t around much, not surprising from this sort of family.

And so, until he was four, the boy slept on the floor, ate out of bowls, growled to show when he was angry and barked when trying to get someone’s attention. He was literally doing what the actual family dog did, though thanks to werewolf like illusions, Caulton learned to stand on two legs, use the toilet, and talk and speak. He went to kindergarten as well at five, walked there himself though the teachers didn’t say anything about the young boy’s absence of parents. They had enough to worry about, like Caulton’s incessant talking to himself. One day, the child went crazy, afraid that the ‘shadows’ were finally coming to get him. It was on that fateful day someone from the institute came around and saw that Caulton’s stress had caused his illusions to become seen by others. He didn’t know everyone else was running because they saw the same thing he saw, he just knew that he was being attacked mentally by his own puppets.

Finally, someone put a word to Caulton’s illusions. They called it madness, insanity and mental illness. The boy would forever remember that word, and at the age of six was taken into Hollowcove Institute where he now lives. His father didn’t complain about the boy leaving, mother would never find out, and his sister had someone else to deal with now, and brother was long gone dead. For three years now, Caulton has been here. Here with the pitiful and poor and pathetic.

RP Example:

~ Never, and probably never again, had such a natural occurrence taken hold of the small isles of Ciroc within the lifespan of one small and young pup. Bright red eyes had watched as lava had, like blood, spewed from the mouth of the volcano. In angry gags, the volcano rumbled and moaned and filled the sky during the day and night with dark smoke and clouds. One might remember the fire blazing at night more than the day, but other would remember the ashes that fell to the ground and suffocated the air leaving little oxygen to breath. The smoke had also left the little white pup grey for a few days, until it stopped snowing black ash.

Curiosity now caused the young Amitel pup to explore the volcano, as close as she could at least. She had been warned to stay away, far away, but she wasn’t very good at listening all too well. She wasn’t going to go straight up to the black mountain, still afraid of its terrible screams and hot blood. She instead swam to one of the islets and watched the volcano from a somewhat safe, yet close enough to inspect, distance. Summer kept her warm as the water clung to her fur unrelenting to let go. Her black ears swiveled to check the land for enemies, but ended up catching the wing beats of a bird which cause caution to turn into playfulness. Fantazmë wanted to catch the bird, and she chased after it for a while until paws, finally dried, slapped back down into the watery ocean.

She gave up her chase soon after, interested in the volcano again. So, getting back to the islet and shaking herself off, Fantazmë headed for the shade of a tree to settle herself down under. It was a little quiet, something the pup didn’t like much, but her brother insisted on following pack rules and staying away from the volcano. He also had other things to deal with, things she wasn’t quite interested in. “Still, it’s very quiet. Stupid bird got away as well.” Fantazmë sighed, looking around. “Maybe more company will join me.” The volcano was cool, but quiet at the moment. The day just seemed like any other warm, sunny day. There were only a few clouds to hide under though none around the sun to create any sort of shadow upon the ground.

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[.Kanari.]

Accepted! Great job. :3