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Caelius Amador

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

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a character in “Dawn Brigade”, as played by Verix

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CHARACTER FILE No. 012
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CAELIUS AMADOR.....................................Cleric
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A man who aspires to be more than what he’s ever dreamed, Caelius finds himself the resident healer of the Dawn Brigade.

...Image【 Strength 】.......Resistance...............【 Weapon 】.........Deus
【 Weakness 】.... Defense....................【 Alignment 】....Lawful Neutral

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        P E R S O N A
        twenty six | five foot eleven | brown | brunette


        Caelius lives his life with the knowledge that the heart he possess may be stolen β€” for it pounds in his chest much too quickly, and is far too vibrantly red to be his. The one he’s convinced himself to have is slow and methodical; a steady force within a changing world destined to bring pace. And yet, as it continues to beat an ever increasing pace, rapid and wholly unsure, he can’t help but think that possibly nothing was stolen at all. Maybe he had tried so hard to convince himself of his thoughts that he been ignorant of anything else.

        Perhaps though that’s why Caelius feels restless β€” his thoughts too loud for his voice, his soul too big for his body β€” living every moment of his life in a role he isn’t quite sure he wants. Caelius knows it’s not right to be ungrateful. Knows that he should accept his place without complaint; but he can’t help but feel as though there is a being underneath his skin that claws at his consciousness, scratching and destroying him, simply to be heard.

        He ignores it though, as best he can for as a mortal, and instead hides his desire for more with beguiling smiles and bright eyes. The words that spill from Caelius’ mouth are pretty and full of humor, never to be taken too seriously. He knows that his words do not hold much sway over the thoughts of others, but he likes to pretend they do and so talks endlessly. Trivial facts, poetic confessions, and sardonic musings β€” he’s done it all. Many have made the mistake of calling him intelligent, for they believe that his inability to simply stop must warrant infinite knowledge, but they are quick to learn that it is not always the case.

        When all is said and done however Caelius laughs as though the world will never end, and breaths as though it may be his last. He’s is not quite sure how to handle himself, but manages to do so anyway for he knows that in life the only constant will be himself.



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γ€ŒADAPTABLE」 ➀..More than anything Caelius knows how to survive, years of
isolation has proved him capable of such a feat.


γ€ŒDEDICATION」 ➀..Once he has started something he is sure to see it to its end.

γ€ŒMELODY」 ➀..Caelius can carry a tune relatively well, however he prefers to quietly
hum rather than sing ballads
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γ€ŒDEPRIVED」 ➀..Constantly Caelius needs to be told that what he does
has merit, for if left to his own devices nothing would ever get done.


γ€ŒUNEDUCATED」 ➀..Having been impoverished as a child Caelius has never
been taught academics. He only knows what the Monastery has taught him.


γ€ŒRESTLESS」 ➀..Nothing will ever be good enough of Caelius, try as hard as
he might to ignore it undoubtedly he knows there is something burning inside himself.





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        A C T U M .T E M P U S


        Caelius remembers his childhood with a certain kind sadness. For it would be near impossible to forget the countless nights under starless skies with no house to call theirs. His father had said they didn’t need one for the world was their home, the great deity had given it to them, and they were boundless.

        His sister had vehemently disagreed howeverβ€” the words she used more like daggers she thoughtlessly stabbed in his heart. Caelius had been angry with her, seeing his sister as someone ungrateful for the life they were given. She spat at him, β€œHow do you know what it’s like to live when all you’ve known is this?” He hadn’t an answer to that.

        His mother used to run her fingers through his hair, humming softly as she did so. Her long spindly fingers unknotting his dirty hair as best as she could. He appreciated the comfort, if not for him than for her. Caelius would have had to been blind not to see the way his mother looked at his sister in longing, her hands twitching to hold her daughter. He never commented on it though, and simply let his mother brush his hair out again.

        The day his parent’s died Caelius didn’t cry, for he knew it was coming. He didn’t want to expand more energy than he needed too, knew his parents would have wanted him to go on and survive. After all, wasn’t that what their sacrifice meant? Who was he to throw his life away when his parents had given all their food to him and his sister so they wouldn’t starve. Caelius turned toward his sister to reaffirm his suspicions only to see she was gone.

        He hadn’t realized he was sitting in the same spot for eight hours.

        Caelius had no use for religion, had no use for a god that let everyone he’s ever cared about die or leave him. He thought about his childhood and his sister and the way she seemed so sure that she was not living a life she was meant to. With no where else to turn he agreed, and with no other source of income he stole.

        It would be years later when Caelius would find himself soaking wet on the steps of an old monastery. They hadn’t asked questions, hadn’t asked what brought him there. Instead they smiled in understanding and allowed him entrance.

        Caelius hadn’t known it before but there was magic dwelling within him, a realization that both shocked and amazed him. Perhaps now he could become someone with a purpose rather than a wanderer of worlds.

        When he was twenty-two the arrival of four strange guests had changed his life forever. They called themselves the Dawn Brigade and never before had Caelius felt so strongly toward a group than he had then. The morning they checked out of the monastery he had followed without a glance behind.




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        B E L L U M
        cleric | resistance | defense | staves


        Caelius mends hearts the way soldiers wields weapons, with precision and purpose. The position he is afforded is not often seen, taken for granted most of the time, and yet is so very vital. The weight of worlds lies in his hands, and people expect him to do good of it.

        As a support he must be protected at all times as he has relatively no means of defending himself. Caelius has high resistance so he can withstand magic attacks better than others, but when faced with overpowering strength he’s vulnerable. He works well with those that do not pressure him for it takes his attention away and results is worse healing. Caelius is often frustrated when people yell for priority, knowing full well themselves that their broken foot can and will come after someone being stabbed.

        Aside from his ability to heal however, Caelius is gifted with agility that allows him to stay in a fight without getting in the way. He can dodge proficiently, and uses it to his advantage as he can then heal people more quickly.




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..γ€ŒSTRγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
..γ€ŒSPDγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
γ€ŒMAGγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š

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.γ€ŒDEFγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
γ€ŒAGLγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š
.γ€ŒRESγ€β–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Šβ–Š

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γ€ŒSOL」 ➀..Stave given to him by the Monastery, able to heal one unit at a time.
γ€ŒLUNA」 ➀..A defensive staff that increases resistance for a short period of time.
γ€Œ ━━」 ➀..N/A


γ€ŒLIGHT ARMOR」 ➀..Created to maximize agility, but in turn has poor defensive properties.
γ€ŒPOTION X3」 ➀.. Used to cure minor ailments like sleep, silence, or slow.
γ€ŒTORCH」 ➀..Increases fog of war slightly, decreases overtime.





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                  ( OOC )

                  FACE CLAIM: vito basso
                  HEX CODE: ur #4b5e76
                  PORTRAYED BY: verix
                  CS CREATED BY: Epimetheus
                  TIME ZONE: mountain time

                  DISCLAIMER: the big text secti
                  ons of this sheet, (the personal
                  ity, biography & combat sectio
                  ns) are heavily inspired by one
                  of verix's character sheets. (i
                  love her)
                  _( ASSOCIATED )
                  ..words and phrases

                  When he doubts himself he needs people to tell him he's #great.
                  He actually worships satan, sorry. Lmao. He's a nightmare.
                  "Yeah, did you know that Wvyrens actually have 2 hearts?"
                  "Hello, do you have time to talk about the lord and savior?"
                  He's a big fat fucking liar, especially when no one catches him.
                  Religious people that haven’t read their Holy book are basically
                  clicking β€œAgree” without reading the Terms and Conditions. That
                  is Cael. I"m sorry I don't make the rules here, I only enforce them.
                  This is what nightmares are made of, he cries every night
                  because of this.
                  ( MISC )

                  Religious is name, not in practice, and uses it to his advantage.
                  Enjoys messing with people and talking their ears off. Enjoys his
                  voice. Aside from being a healer with magic he's quite apt at
                  regular medical shit too. He hates being rushed, he gets frus-
                  trated and can't concentrate. Not once in his life has he had a
                  girlfriend because although he flirts relentlessly he doesn't know
                  when people stop joking. His whole life is a joke if I'm being
                  honest here. Was a thief for a short period of time from ages
                  16-18. Quit after being taken in by the Monastery, but he still
                  has a penchant for looking at pretty shiny things.

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So begins...

Caelius Amador's Story