Caleb Méndez

[Caleb Méndez]

Reviewed by: ZYRE & BG
Accepted by: GRACE
19-07-2011

<Caleb Méndez>

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Full Name- Caleb (pronounced KAY-lub) Gabrial Méndez
Gender- Male
Age- 24
Date of Birth- August 13th 1986
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- New York City
Celebrity Claim- Badgley, Penn
What should we call you?- C-box = 19Ragnarok88 or Nate...not Rag lol XD
Play anyone else?- Nope
Have You Read the Rules?- You know nothing, Jon Snow.

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Personality-
Caleb is charismatic, diplomatic, idealistic and logical, which enables him to get along well with a wide variety of people. He is a diplomat. Caleb is charming, easy going, and willing to suppress his own needs and opinions in order to preserve good relations. He tries to avoid conflict at all costs, and would rather give in than have an unnecessary argument (or in some cases, a necessary one). Caleb is reasonable, nonjudgmental and able to see both sides of an issue. As a result, he’s often asked to intervene in disagreements between friends, family members and co-workers.

He tends to be thoughtful, and also requires much food for thought. Caleb has a high need for intellectual stimulation, and does a lot of reading in his spare time. A combination of logic, rationality and idealism makes Caleb politically minded. He tends to process things intellectually rather than emotionally.

The young man has a strong romantic streak. Sometimes he falls in love more with the idea of being in love than with the actual partner, and he has a tendency to put his partners on pedestals from which they inevitably fall. As a result, Caleb is frequently disillusioned. Still, he keeps trying because Caleb is the kind of man that needs to be in a partnership to feel complete, and he’s willing to put up with a lot in order to achieve this. But if the relationship is marked by constant discord, he will often quietly slide out of it, in some cases finding another partner before completely disengaging from the first one. This tendency has earned him a reputation for being fickle. However, it is really a reflection of extreme conflict avoidance, as well as the need to be in a partnership at all times.

He usually has no problem making friends, as he has good social skills and tends to be laid back and friendly. He’s also easily influenced and highly susceptible to flattery, which allows others to take advantage of him. Caleb is terribly flirtatious and often quite desirable to the opposite sex, so there is no concern for him over shortage of potential partners for him. His charm and tendency to flatter others ensure that many people will seek out his company. This, of course does sometimes have a way with his ego. He can be incredibly indecisive, to the point of being so paralyzed by indecision that he is unable to take any course of action. This can make him appear wishy-washy or noncommittal to others. However, he is very decisive in one area. He is the champion of the underdog and will stick up for justice in all circumstances. Caleb is usually very fair and will not hesitate to speak up when he see’s injustice done to anyone, even someone he doesn’t particularly like.

Caleb has a love of luxury that can make him frivolous. He can sometimes be typically vain, shallow and even fairly jealous when he wants to be. He loves being the centre of attention. Some might say there’s no harm in that and a little competition can’t hurt but, this vanity that Caleb possesses actually frequently leads to jealousy and at times even shallowness. He does like to be praised and does not take criticism very well. Criticism makes him very insecure. He can become oversensitive and take the smallest thing you say about them to be a great deal. Vanity may drive him to spend large amounts of money on items that will improve his looks or objects that are only for show. Because of this, he is prone to keep his body, clothing and home very neat, and although he does have a lazy streak, this never extends to personal grooming. It is very uncommon to find Caleb with un-brushed hair or wearing sloppy or dirty clothing. He tends to follow the trends of fashion, but only the ones that are suited to his preference make him feel confident and have some staying power.

He has a strong need to be liked by others and will often suppress his own feelings and opinions in order to achieve this. He puts his best face forward and doesn’t show extremes of emotion or make scenes in public. In some cases this may even extend to deception for the purpose of keeping the peace, though most often this deception is simply him hiding his feelings from others. Caleb will lie to avoid conflict, however.

Likes-

• 90's Hip Hop
  
• Crostata
  
• New York Rangers
  
• Science Fiction
  
• Caffeine
  

Dislikes-

• Squirrels
  
• Parmesan
  
• Arguing
  
• Pop Music
  
• Golf
  

Strengths-

• Charismatic
  
• Logical
  
• Flirtatious
  
• Diplomatic
  
• Empathetic
  

Weaknesses-

• Stubborn
  
• Fickle
  
• Frivolous
  
• Disengaging
  
• Vanity
  

Skills-

• Origami
  
• Singer-songwriter.
  
• Caleb can play both the piano and guitar.
  

Flaws-

• Dyslexia
  
• Caleb has a scar under his chin, which he got from fighting with his older brother.
  
• Analgesic Addiction.
  

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Abilities/Powers/Skills-

Artistry Animation

Caleb possesses the ability of Artistry Animation. This Psionic ability enables him to bring an illustration or sketch to life by pure act of will. Caleb is able to use any form of artistic materials (pens, pencils, chalks etc) in order to create the image and then, often by touch alone, the image comes to life. In most cases, Caleb is able to literally remove the object from the surface it is drawn upon where as in other situation the object surfaces by itself upon the surface it is drawn. This ability works in many forms, the primary one being that he is able to draw objects and bring them to life. For instance, If Caleb was to draw a gun he would then be able to bring that image to life, giving himself a realistic and fully functional fire arm. Other ways of using his ability are, by drawing objects such as doors and being able to use them as a way inside or out of various places only to have them disappear once used.

The extent of Caleb’s ability has not yet been recognised due to the fact that he is a new manifest. Caleb has however, displayed the potential to create other forms of life, though at this current moment in time he has only been able to create small life forms such as insects and birds. As is stands, currently Caleb can only bring about life forms of a small size. For example, if Caleb was to draw a full bodied sketch of a person he would only be able to bring it out of the image at the size he'd drawn it (however over time, this may change).

Along with being able to bring images to life, he is also able to animate scenes on the surfaces of which they are drawn upon, without actually having to bring them into the real world. The images stay within the surface they are created upon, but move within that surface, making them move or any characters in said image interact. He is able to create life, but he cannot control the things he creates. For instance, if he was to bring an image of a person or animal into the real world, they would function by themselves with their own thoughts and actions.

The difference between an inanimate object and bringing about real life is that he cannot control the life forms. For the most part, if Caleb was to draw a picture of a woman and go about bringing her into the real world, it is likely that this person will have no thoughts, feelings, or ways of communicating with others as they wouldn’t really know how to. However, being a graphic artist Caleb often creates characters who are apart of stories and have developed personalities over time (in there novels). If Caleb was to bring a created character to life, this rule may not apply, because the character in itself has a history and thus would likely reflect such things in real life.

Psionic Impression

With the ability of Psionic Impression, Caleb is able to mentally ‘write’ or ‘draw’ on surfaces without using any form of writing instruments. This can occur for many reasons, perhaps because the particular writing tools are not at hand at the time or he is somehow unable to use his hands for writing for whatever reason or he simply can’t be bothered to do it the old fashioned way. This ability enables Caleb to inscribe messages or images on any provided surfaces. He does this as if by telekinetically etching marks upon the surface in the form of handwriting.

Limits-

Artistry Animation

Caleb is mainly limited by his imagination. Caleb can only create and craft what he can draw. As previously stated, when Caleb creates something that is a life form, he cannot control it. Moreover, these life forms, although semi-sentient, have no real thoughts or feelings of their own. They have no prior knowledge and would obviously have incredible difficulty communicating with others. If however, the character has a history this in turn would be subject to applicability. In turn though, their knowledge, life and emotions would be subject to the set history that has been crafted for them. Finally, the most important aspect of this power is the fact that when Caleb uses his ability, he psionically imprints a small portion of his life force into every single one of his creations. This means that he must be careful and timely about the use of his ability as any overuse could be incredibly life threatening.

Another setback to Calebs ability is that any image that he does bring to life, he is on some level connected to his creation. For example, if one of his creations were to be damaged in some way whilst fully animated, Caleb would also feel some of the pain that came along with being harmed.


Psionic Impression

The main limitation to Caleb's ability is the fact that he requires an immense level of concentration to perform accurately. Precision takes an incredible amount of attention and concentration and is not something easily accomplished if he cannot keep his head level and cleansed. Furthermore, the most important thing to remember about this ability is that it is not telekinesis. Caleb cannot go around cutting the tops of people's heads off. This ability only allows the user to make an imprint or an impression of varying strength on a targeted surface.

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Appearance-

Caleb stands at five feet and eleven inches (5’11”) and weighs one-hundred and thirty-seven pounds (137lbs). He is fairly toned, with a slight athletic type of frame. He’s not incredibly, muscular but he has the right amount of muscle-fat ratio for someone of his height and is in no way out of shape. His hair is dark brown, almost black, short and relatively unkempt-looking at the best of times. Though, he is prone to style is hair into a more spiked up do on the occasion. Caleb has a very olive tanned complexion, which he believes to have inherited from his father and his Italian heritage. To match his dark hair and tanned complexion, Caleb has deep hazel eyes, which sometimes can appear almost black.

His facial features are somewhat small and narrow. He has a rather long, slim nose, defined thick black eyebrows and a chiselled jaw line making his face over all fairly attractive. There isn’t anything seriously eye catching about Caleb’s face, though he is told often that he has a very attention grabbing smile. Overall, Caleb has boyish good-looks and can work either the clean shaven or the stubble look, depending on the occasion.

When it comes to style, Caleb chooses comfort over fashion. However, if he likes a trend enough he will follow it, so long as Caleb actually likes the style in which the trend is set. There is nothing this guy likes more than a comfy pair of jeans and a shirt.

Faction- Neutral
Birthplace- Subiaco, Rome, Italy
Mother- Anneliese Trudeau/48/Industrialist/Civilian
Father- Manuel Méndez/51/Professor/Special - Rapid Cellular Regeneration
Siblings-
Abel Méndez/28/Financial Advisor/Special - Psychic Persuasion
Ezekiel Méndez/22/Student-MBChB Medicine/Civilian
Jeanna Méndez/18/Student/Special - Cloaking
Spouse / Partner- N/A
Children- N/A

History-

Caleb Gabrial Méndez was born in Subiaco, Rome on the 13th August, 1986, to Professor Manuel Méndez, anatomist and embryologist, and his wife Anneliese, née Trudeau, who was a member of a Silesian family of industrialists.

Caleb always had a fortunate way of living because unlike most people he knew he always had life’s luxuries to lavish in. His parents were fairly well off and as a result there children were somewhat spoiled. However, despite constantly being showered with gifts and other mere materialistic objects, their children were never classed as being bratty. Each one had their feet firmly on the ground. Being so young Caleb wasn’t fully aware that all the gifts had little to do with him deserving them and more to do with his parents trying to buy their children’s love instead of spending quality time with them. The children were practically raised by their grandparents.

When Caleb turned thirteen, there family moved from Italy to New York City. Caleb and his siblings lived with their mothers parents, whilst their mother and father went about working on the newly opened restaurant. Once moving to New York, family life appeared to get better and their parents happened to spend a lot more time with them once the business and financial side of things began to settle. Growing up was fairly easy for Caleb and his siblings who never really had to deal with life’s hardships, in a way they were somewhat sheltered from that kind of life.

He spent most of his teen years studying in academics and extracurricular activities whilst working part time at in the family business. He hated working in the restaurant, even if it was often just serving or cleaning..he always aspired for bigger things. Of course, he was only 16 at the time and for that reason a career really wasn’t up there right now for him to tackle.

Where Caleb s family all seemed to share the same interests, Caleb didn't. He often had his head buried in comic books, much to his parent’s dismay as they had dreams that their son would become a successful doctor. He didn't want to be a doctor, he knew what he wanted to do from a young age and that was use his artistic talents and after graduating from High school he was given the chance to put his skills to good use.

Ideally it wasn't the job that Caleb wanted since he wasn't in anyway close to becoming a Graphic Artist, but he did get his foot in the door working as a P.A for a friend of his fathers who owned his own company. Caleb was able to work from the inside up during the summer and come college he was able to work hours flexible to his school schedule.

In the middle of College he took a turn for the worse when his life seemed to go downhill. Caleb's grandmother passed away and weeks to follow his high school sweetheart ditched him for his best friend, after the two had grown apart due to Caleb becoming addicted to his work. The young man hit rock bottom, finding himself severely depressed. It affected his work both in school and occupational and as a result he stopped doing both. Eventually the man ceased to leave his apartment and became addicted to alcohol and painkillers.

If it hadn't been for his parents checking him into a rehab clinic, he'd have probably been worse off now. Thankfully, he had his family to support him and he was able to get over the worse of it. They practically pulled him back onto his feet and set him on the right path again. Two years to follow, Caleb continued to attend college and finally got his big break after being granted a second chance by his fathers close friend and landing himself his first real job in advertising and story boards which slowly led him to the job he'd always dreamed of, being a successful graphic artist.

Anything else?- Caleb can speak Italian fluently and also knows a little Spanish and French.

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Sample RP-
Fourteen cups of coffee later and the young man had appeared to perk up. Despite feeling full of energy, the look on his face and tired eyes told a whole other story. He’d spent the last Sixteen hours dead straight at his desk. His ass had been parked permanently in his seat, to the point where the leather now wore a groove where his butt had remained. Caleb was a workaholic. The young man had deadlines that needed to be met, which meant that sleep right now was purely overrated.

He may have had a deadline, but the guy needed a break. A heavy sigh left his lips, as he placed his pen down and slowly leaned back in his seat. Caleb stretched his arms out widely, letting out a monstrous yawn before sleepily rubbing at his eyes. Arching forward, he outstretched his left hand toward the coffee mug, lifting it he opted to emerge from his comfortable spot and go on a caffeine hunt. Leaving his office in the current state that it was, Caleb walked the empty corridor of the office building. By day this place was running like clockwork, but disorderly hours such as this the place was as good as dead.

Caleb was tired, too tired to drive back home that was for sure so he’d more or less crash in his office for the night. It wasn’t the comfiest of options, but the safest. He ran an empty hand through his dark, curly locks of hair becoming somewhat flustered due to the tiredness his body was now suffering. He was practically dragging his feet toward the staff room and typically ignoring everything surrounding him. He had to get this project finished tonight, otherwise come tomorrow morning he’d find himself being fired no doubt.

Having filled his mug, the man took in the aroma of his piping hot coffee as the smell of coffee beans wafted the air. He closed his eyes for a moment, savouring all its glory. It was funny, Caleb never liked coffee before working here but it’d become his saviour during hard times...plus, he couldn’t really drink liquor on the clock..coffee would do. He had to get his fix somehow. Gently blowing across the rim of the mug, he delicately took a gentle sip, careful as to not burn his lips on the steaming beverage he craved so dearly.

Caleb eventually headed back the way he came, moving toward his office. The young man’s ears were piqued by a clunking sound coming from his office. He froze in his tracks, his eyes narrowing toward the door. There was someone in his office. Caleb remained in his spot for several moments before hesitantly inching toward the office he’d previously emerged from. He took quiet steps toward the door, placing his free hand on the wood and gently eased the door open. Upon inspecting the office he saw no one, but a mess that hadn’t been there before. There were paper and craft materials strewn about the place.

He sighed, frustrated as he walked toward the desk. Placing the coffee mug down the young man began clearing up the mess, only to become distracted again by the clunking sound. Caleb stopped, slowly peering over his shoulder. His eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight that he was greeted with. He was sure he was seeing things; in his tired state he was delusional right now. Caleb rubbed his eyes profusely as if doing so would make the image before him change...it didn’t.

In the corner of the room there was a bird, and not just any bird...but apparently one made up from his imagination alone. Caleb had been working on an advertisement strip, one which included the use of birds and there his creation seemed to be, flapping about in front of him. Caleb dropped his eyes to the page, in almost disbelief as he viewed the once art work that had been present on the story board...was no longer there. His face contorted as the cogs in his brain began to turn, trying to rationalise this situation. He was dreaming, he must have been...this was crazy.

Caleb looked back at the bird which continued to flap and bang against the window as it tried to get out. He was in a pretty taken aback state right now, not sure if he was currently awake or possibly going crazy from sleep deprivation..either way, he had to do something. So, Caleb began to approach his flapping foe. He quickly decided that it had been a stupid idea, when he found himself under attack. The man quite literally dived across the room and sought refuge under his desk in a bid to get away from whatever the hell that was. He squeezed into the small space under his desk in an attempt to not only hide but figure this out. Was he going crazy? Was he really that tired that he had begun hallucinating or was that thing flapping about the very same thing he had spent all these hours working on? Whatever it was, he needed to deal with it and soon..because if he wasn’t imagining it and someone came in to see that kind of crap...he’d be out on his ass in seconds.