Nickname: | Often called by his last name instead of his first
|Age: | 19
| Gender: | Male
|Race: | Celestial Warrior-Sagittarius Reincarnation
| Height: | 6 feet tall
| Weight: | 158
| Eye Color: | Brown
| Hair Color: | Blond
| Skin Tone: | Tanned
|Distinct Markings: | He has a birthmark of an arrowhead on the back of his neck.
| Physical Description:|
Carac Rolfe was the shortest of his brothers. This being said, his entire family was made up of "giants". The rest of his family, including his mother, stood a good half head above Carac, and were muscular and large in every sense of the word. Carac was the runt, at six feet tall with a slim figure. When he was a babe, he was sickly. His parents would have tossed him into the streets were it not for his birthmark. Instead, he grew into a healthy young boy, with some help, and began to fill the role his parents dreamed for him. He grew lean and mean, as his father said, small but quick. He gathered all sort of scars from roughhousing with his brothers, and was constantly growing into the hand-me-downs provided.
When his height capped at six feet, his father resigned to Carac's appearance, and began to train him for his destiny. Carac could only bulk up so much, limited by his frame. But he was introduced to a lithe grace he had never seen before, and it soon overcame his appearance. The way he walked, the way he moved, everything seemed to have a precision to it. Even his brown eyes seemed different, darker, sharper. This was what came with mastering his body, and it was something he kept through diligent training.
| Likes: | Lore, books, knowledge, fighting, fire, the smell of smoke, taverns, his daily routine, training, hitting his target
| Dislikes: | Liars, false information, dead silence, birds, forests(Nothing against them they just aren't his ideal for fighting), animals in general
| Personality description: |
Since he was young, Carac has been training to live up to his identity. He has always known he was a Celestial warrior, and has been looking forward to mastering his powers his whole life. Although in may ways he was dealt the short end of the stick, he was taught to rise above this and look towards what good things he has been given. He has always done well in large groups due to being raised with many siblings, though he has never mastered the art of speaking with females, which his mother was one bear of a girl and could not help him with this. Carac also is stubborn due to his brothers always trying to pick on him but he learned to stick with what he believes even against all odds.
The lessons life taught him included the need to never trust that people will always tell the truth. People have their own versions of the truth and will tell you what they need to to get what they want. His brothers frequently lied to him and he found it was much easier if he never believed anything he didn't see or hear for himself. This attitude solidified as he grew independent and he has never had anyone do anything for him that he could do himself since he left his home. He loves his independence and does not like depending on others because he does not fully trust them. Though he has many friends none of them are close because he will not let them in, will not share anything about himself with them if he can avoid it. (which he does)
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| Elemental Ability: | Discovered powers: Heat Immunity, is not affected by heat, will not burn. Fire Prophecy, sometimes sees visions in the flame that come true. Undiscovered powers: Fire Ball, gathers fire into a ball and throws at target. Smoke Screen, creates a lot of smoke which can be used to escape enemies. Fire Communication, can use fire to speak to people far away, within a certain distance. Fire Heal, can mostly heal burns other people have sustained. Fire Wall, creates a barrier made of fire at a sustained height.
| Specialized Element: | White Iron (Can manipulate white-hot metal)
| Weapon of Choice: | Bow and Arrow
| Past: |
Carac was born a sickly child in the home of the best blacksmith in Moene. He was frail and pale and seemed like a useless mouth to feed at first glance. His father and mother were going to throw him out into the streets. But when his mother hugged her baby to her chest for what she though was the last time, his father noticed an unusual mark at the back of the babe's neck. It was a birthmark in the shape of an arrow. Instantly the Rolfe parents knew their child was one of the Celestial Warriors, and knew they had to keep him alive for the sake of their planet. They took him to a witch doctor, a man who promised miracles. He demanded a high price at first, until he too discovered the mark. He said that he would save the child only if it were to be raised with knowledge of the Goddess and the Demon. The parents eagerly agreed, knowing they were getting a deal, and they had decided to do this already. Baby Carac was healed and was a normal bouncing baby within a week.
The childhood of a "runt" baby brother among many, stronger older brothers was not exactly easy. Many times Carac suffered broken bones and scars at the hands of his brothers. But he had hope because his father said it was his destiny to become a great warrior, a servant of the Demon. Carac learned how to fight slowly, building up muscle as he aged. He first lay hands on a bow when he was six, and it became clear that this was his weapon of choice. Close combat was a constant struggle for Carac, but once his father accepted that he would be shorter and slimmer than his brothers, his training really began to help. Carac learned how to be swift on his feet, and how to react within a second. His reflexes were honed, his mind trained, and the movements of his entire body coordinated with this new training. He was soon strong in a different way from his brothers, faster and more sure. He would never be a blacksmith like his father or brothers, but he was an able hunter and an honest warrior. He was his father's masterpiece, lean and mean.
All the while that Carac was growing up, he was forced to learn the ancient lore about the Goddess and the Demon. At first, Carac hated learning. His brothers never even learned how to read, why should he? But as he grew more accustomed to the practice, he learned to enjoy it. He grew to love the stories of the Goddess and the Demon, and found them thrilling and wonderful. Living in Moene, there were far more tales about the Demon then there was about the Goddess. Carac found this upsetting, and always asked his parents why this was. His parents told him that he was being silly, that the Goddess hardly mattered when Carac was born only to serve the Demon. Carac did not argue with this or think about it for many years. But one day he found an obscure scroll that was all about the Goddess. But this was not the Goddess that he knew. Carac was taught that the Goddess was a silly girl who had thrown a tantrum which started a great war between her and the Demon. But the Goddess in the scroll was fair and honest, caring and brave. Carac instantly knew that everything he had previously read about her had been a lie. He fell in love with the image of the Goddess, and decided then and there that he would serve her. When Carac was sixteen, he confessed to his mother that he did not want to serve the Demon. His mother slapped him, and ordered him to quit dreaming like a child. Carac could not. He confronted his parents on this issue again and again, but neither one of them would allow this upstart nonsense. He tried to explain to them that everything they knew about the Goddess was a lie, that she was the one who they should be following. Finally, during a heated argument, Carac's father let spill that if it were not for his being a Celestial Warrior, Carac would be dead and that they did not save his life so he could turn on them and join the Goddess.
Carac was furious with his parents. He left his home and traveled first to Caritus, which was the only place he had been to other than Moene. But Carac never felt right surrounded by water. So he began to wander between Caritus, Lacus, and Gellus. He slept every night under the stars, following his heart and praying that one day the Goddess really would return. Sometimes he would see visions in the flames of his camp fire. At first he thought nothing of them. But then he saw a girl with auburn hair in the flames. Somehow he knew this was the Goddess. He saw this vision every night until one night he saw it ten times more clearly. He packed up his few possessions and followed his heart, knowing somehow that the Goddess needed him, and he would find her soon.
| Location: | Traveling between Caritus, Lacus, and Gellus
| Allied with: | Lux