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「Murasaki Caelan」
Caelan (Ke-i-ra-n)
AGE|
16
GENDER|
Male
SEXUALITY|
Asexual
D.O.B|
August 29th, 1986
OCCUPATION|
Family Restaurant - Assistant Cook
YEAR/CLASS|
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Caelan (Ke-i-ra-n)
AGE|
16
GENDER|
Male
SEXUALITY|
Asexual
D.O.B|
August 29th, 1986
OCCUPATION|
Family Restaurant - Assistant Cook
YEAR/CLASS|
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Kisaragi Shintarō ; Kagerou Project
| NICKNAME; Tarry
| AGE; 21
| GENDER; Male
| RP EXPERIENCE; Many years now
| ALT. CHARACTERS; None, not anymore.
| KNOWLEDGE; Played almost all the VN, and watched the anime.
| DIRECTED BY; Was here previously
| made by Tarry ♡ LH
| PERSONALITY;
Caelan, or as he prefers to be named, Saki, is a teen who gives off a sense of maturity not usually seen by someone so young. His stern and solemn expression which he so casually wears makes him appear a couple of years older than he is, in combination with his growth spurt in height. Appearing like a lone wolf, Saki's impression is both that of maturity and also that of detachment from his own life.
Saki himself doesn't understand why he feels so distant from everything around him, and he was never very intelligent. But it's his wisdom that seems to garner the attention of others. His intuition, insight and innovative imaginations are enough to make him appear smart, mature or like a know-it-all. He can prove capable of providing solace to anyone who listens to his vague yet instructive words he spouts randomly. Whatever it takes to keep his mind occupied, and to "fit in" with society.
Saki has many acquaintances, but he never considers anyone to be a friend since they never really verbally announce or confirm their relationship, and his distant-sounding way of disconnecting involvement with others tends to disillusion people. He is a mysterious figure to say the least. No one seems to know what goes on in his mind, or what he wants. Not even himself. From a bystander's viewpoint, he is simply a teenager who is trying to be an adult, or an adult who is forgetful that they are a teenager. Never close to anyone, Saki keeps his acquaintances in his outer circle of contacts, and never lets anyone closer.
Because of his creative mind, he passes his time by reading books and stories he hears, and writes his own stories. He specializes in making complex back-stories, characters and settings, but never gets very far in writing the actual stories he makes. The reason for this is because he can only write the story from a single character's perspective, as if he was the person in his story, not just the one narrating it. In a way, it's like he's missing the other characters in his stories, others who take on the roles for him to spur on his creative talent with.
Saki's mature appearance, unknown to both himself and those who know him, is his way of dealing with things that could break his mind. Convincing himself, lying to himself that he is alright and doesn't feel emotionally attached to anything or anyone, he continues with his expressionless maturity which is a facade. Facing away from the facts despite knowing them, reluctant to accept them or associate with them, he is merely a child who knows not what to do in situations that overwhelm him. And so he 'sets it aside', rationalizing it as taking a logical step forward instead of staying stuck in the same place. Unbeknownst to himself that while his life and time ticks on, his heart is still frozen back to that day he lost his life.
Underneath the hard exterior and the facade he calls his mature and logical self is a child, more pure than most, and wallowing in sadness over his losses and failures, drowning in the sense of guilt and self-loathing. This facet of himself which he ignores. When that shell is pulled off, maybe even his emotions may finally surface. For the most part, it is this hidden self that prevents him from considering others as friends or love interests. The deepest part of his core, left untouched and filled with only the love of his parents and the grief of his past, inexperienced with accepting other people into his extremely small circle reserved for friends and family.
| HISTORY;
Caelan was born to a Japanese mother and father. His parents were close for the most part, but had their moments of disputes and fights, especially when stress levels were high and alcohol was around. His mother, Murasaki Mari, was a pâtissier who wrote stories as a hobby, and reading a lot of books, mainly psychology books, in order to write her characters. She was a kind, patient person who was willing to help those in need. His father, Murasaki Shintaro, was a librarian with a hobby of doing magic tricks. He was shy and reserved, but was quite intelligent and reasonable. They frequented each others work place and ended up in a relationship as time passed by. After a couple of years had passed by, they got married and had a child.
At an early age, Caelan was a quick learner in the ways of life, and rather behind when it came to learning a curriculum. From a toddler, he raked in the experience points of life; breaking things, touching what he shouldn't, seeing his parents make mistakes and fumble, or hurt themselves, and he was like a sponge. He soaked up all that he saw and was quick to arrange the pieces. While he developed normally, he had trouble when it came to expressing himself. He never really smiled, pouted, or even cried. If anything, he would use a nearly monotonous voice to state what he felt. There wasn't a way to fix that besides interacting with people, but his slow studies was accompanied by his father's home tutoring so that he could keep up with his school work. Caelan attempted everything, even if failing, and never really said no. Easy to take advantage of, but luckily he wasn't.
After a while, his mother got worried as to why her son wasn't displaying emotion. She got into an argument with her partner more than once, though Caelan had the uncanny sense to walk in and pull both their arms just before their fights would escalate, staring at them absentmindedly, usually to ask for a glass of milk or something completely irrelevant. Since it was said quite monotonous, they were usually taken aback and the bad mood was dispelled like that. Whether he was doing it on purpose or not, even he didn't know. But he didn't like just standing there when his parents, his life, was in conflict.
Up to this point, Caelan had a boring, if not loathsome school life. In his early years, he made friends and kept up in school. But after a few months, students started to avoid him. He didn't talk often, was slow to respond in lessons, and his expressionless face made it hard to interact with him. Because of this, he slowly fell out of sync with everyone else as time went by. As it was a progressive school system, roughly the same students were what made up his classes each year. Being a city school, there wasn't much chance to be yourself or go at your own pace as students are forced to conform with what the previous generation tells them to do. It became tiresome, if not disdainful to continue.
However, he did his best, and never stopped going. After all, his parents told him to go, and he had nothing better to do. He never really played games, and spent all his spare time either studying despite his inability to retain the information, or practicing more practical tasks such as cooking, cleaning, house chores and pulling things apart to learn how they work. Instead of school, his time with his father who home schooled him whenever possible, and with his mother who loved him no matter who he was, he preferred to be at home with his family.
Around the age of thirteen, Caelan's life was split in two. His parents had gotten into an argument one night and both of them had been drinking a bit more than usual. Shintaro was by no means an angry drunk, but he had been heavily stressed having changed professions to a desk job at a company to help with family finances. During this argument, Caelan approached the two, half asleep with blurry eyesight without his glasses on, and stumbled into his father. In a blind rage, Shintaro, for the first time, punched his son. Caelan, who wasn't fully aware, felt the strong impact and went unconscious. In the morning, his father was gone, and his mothers eyes were red. He knew what had happened and again pieced together the scenario. Father was under stress, had too much to drink, got into a heated argument, and had that throbbing sensation where he had to hit something, which happened to be himself.
Living alone with his mother, Caelan's learning came to a stand-still and he started losing the will to continue with school work. The reason being "he couldn't be bothered with this world anymore". World meaning his life which consisted of his family and nothing else. Realizing he wouldn't be able to keep up with schoolwork anymore, Caelan only lasted two weeks before he skipped school and started learning his way around by himself, judging by the look of people on where he should avoid. He played a few arcade games, but not much. With the little allowance he had each week, he had saved up almost all of it, but still found nothing worth spending it on.
Seeing how stressed and sad his mother looked every day, Caelan couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted his life back how it was. All three of them together, like it use to be. Pretending to go to school like usual, his mother no longer responded, as if she wasn't interested. Her job as a patissier required a lot of time and attention, and it wasn't easy to do when not in a positive mindset. Staying home while his mother was at work, he began looking through his fathers things, or at least what was left of them. After a while, and a lot of phone calls later, he managed to find out that his father was a couple of train stations away, "moping around and lost in life" as his friend said over the phone. A friend who was more than willing to help out an old schoolmate's son get a family back together.
Spending his saved up allowance, Caelan took the train rides to where his father's friend said he would convince his father to go that day. Seeing him sitting in a park, he saw how unkempt his father's face was. He always kept himself well groomed before. After a long time talking, the 13 year old boy managed to convince his father to come home. It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but he felt he couldn't go back after what he had done. With the insistence of his own son, who should has despised or feared him the most, he couldn't help but agree. And Caelan started going to school again, albeit reluctantly.
And so time passed. With his 14th birthday closely coming up, his parents decided to hold it at the restaurant they went to for their first date. On the way there, Caelan remembered seeing bright lights, blinding his vision, and the silhouette of his parents. Next thing he knew, he was waking up in hospital, groggy, lethargic, and disorientated. And a several days had gone by, at that. From what he was told, a truck driver drove through a red light, assuming there would be no one on it at that time of day. His mother and father both protected him, but they all suffered some serious injuries.
Caelan suffered a hard blow to the head and bruises all over, but his main injury was a ruptured stomach which they had to perform surgery on to fix. As a result, his mouth for a few weeks tasted of blood and other nasty stomach juices. Even to the current date, nothing quite tastes right anymore. It left quite the battle scar on his abdomen that he could show off, if he had friends. His father suffered a broken leg and arm as well as a concussion, but was reasonably unscathed. His mother, however, had it the worst. She had covered her son at the last moment, and her head took quite a blow, on top of the fractures across her body. She survived, but was placed in a coma, unknown whether or not she would wake again.
Caelan didn't cry. He listened to the story from the nurse and simply cast his gaze downwards. He came to grips with his situation and moved on. No, more accurately, he pushed it aside and put up a front to make it seem as if he was alright. Secluding his emotions away in his mind and using logic to move forward, his heart came to a standstill. He understood what had happened, and knew what that meant for him, but no tears were shed. He had distanced himself from reality and this objectiveness even surprised himself. Half his world, his life, had been claimed in that accident. After a couple of weeks, his mother finally came out of her coma and he saw her. But she wasn't the mother he remembered. And so he moved away to live with his grandparent on his mother's side to recuperate and allow his father to adjust to the shock.
For two years, Caelan stayed with his grandparents, saw his father once a month, and did a little bit of home schooling. Other than that, he started gaining life experience in the small town where his grandparents lived, doing manual labor and all these other chores, and doing them a lot better than he did with his schoolwork. He earned his living this way, since his family had to help cover the medical bill. He still got a small allowance, but there was nothing he wanted, and so kept saving it. After it became too difficult to do agricultural work with some of the locals, his father got Caelan a birthday present. Colored contacts, so that he didn't need to wear his glasses all the time. The red was agreed upon by both of them, since it was his favorite color.
Having turned 16, Caelan moved into Hikarizaka where he had found a cheap apartment to rent and a job he could earn a decent pay at. It was his choice, and he stuck by it despite his family's wishes. And so, he began living alone. Working at a family restaurant as an assistant chef full time, four times a week plus whatever shifted needed filling or people who needed covering as they came, Caelan did his best to pay for all his expenses by himself. He didn't want to be in debt with others, or see himself as reliant or dependent on the support of others. And he did earn that much, given the amount of time and work he put into it. If he was short, he would use the savings he had which was increasing from the funds his grandparents and father sent him weekly yet never touched unless needed.
| SAMPLE;
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Caelan, or as he prefers to be named, Saki, is a teen who gives off a sense of maturity not usually seen by someone so young. His stern and solemn expression which he so casually wears makes him appear a couple of years older than he is, in combination with his growth spurt in height. Appearing like a lone wolf, Saki's impression is both that of maturity and also that of detachment from his own life.
Saki himself doesn't understand why he feels so distant from everything around him, and he was never very intelligent. But it's his wisdom that seems to garner the attention of others. His intuition, insight and innovative imaginations are enough to make him appear smart, mature or like a know-it-all. He can prove capable of providing solace to anyone who listens to his vague yet instructive words he spouts randomly. Whatever it takes to keep his mind occupied, and to "fit in" with society.
Saki has many acquaintances, but he never considers anyone to be a friend since they never really verbally announce or confirm their relationship, and his distant-sounding way of disconnecting involvement with others tends to disillusion people. He is a mysterious figure to say the least. No one seems to know what goes on in his mind, or what he wants. Not even himself. From a bystander's viewpoint, he is simply a teenager who is trying to be an adult, or an adult who is forgetful that they are a teenager. Never close to anyone, Saki keeps his acquaintances in his outer circle of contacts, and never lets anyone closer.
Because of his creative mind, he passes his time by reading books and stories he hears, and writes his own stories. He specializes in making complex back-stories, characters and settings, but never gets very far in writing the actual stories he makes. The reason for this is because he can only write the story from a single character's perspective, as if he was the person in his story, not just the one narrating it. In a way, it's like he's missing the other characters in his stories, others who take on the roles for him to spur on his creative talent with.
Saki's mature appearance, unknown to both himself and those who know him, is his way of dealing with things that could break his mind. Convincing himself, lying to himself that he is alright and doesn't feel emotionally attached to anything or anyone, he continues with his expressionless maturity which is a facade. Facing away from the facts despite knowing them, reluctant to accept them or associate with them, he is merely a child who knows not what to do in situations that overwhelm him. And so he 'sets it aside', rationalizing it as taking a logical step forward instead of staying stuck in the same place. Unbeknownst to himself that while his life and time ticks on, his heart is still frozen back to that day he lost his life.
Underneath the hard exterior and the facade he calls his mature and logical self is a child, more pure than most, and wallowing in sadness over his losses and failures, drowning in the sense of guilt and self-loathing. This facet of himself which he ignores. When that shell is pulled off, maybe even his emotions may finally surface. For the most part, it is this hidden self that prevents him from considering others as friends or love interests. The deepest part of his core, left untouched and filled with only the love of his parents and the grief of his past, inexperienced with accepting other people into his extremely small circle reserved for friends and family.
| HISTORY;
Caelan was born to a Japanese mother and father. His parents were close for the most part, but had their moments of disputes and fights, especially when stress levels were high and alcohol was around. His mother, Murasaki Mari, was a pâtissier who wrote stories as a hobby, and reading a lot of books, mainly psychology books, in order to write her characters. She was a kind, patient person who was willing to help those in need. His father, Murasaki Shintaro, was a librarian with a hobby of doing magic tricks. He was shy and reserved, but was quite intelligent and reasonable. They frequented each others work place and ended up in a relationship as time passed by. After a couple of years had passed by, they got married and had a child.
At an early age, Caelan was a quick learner in the ways of life, and rather behind when it came to learning a curriculum. From a toddler, he raked in the experience points of life; breaking things, touching what he shouldn't, seeing his parents make mistakes and fumble, or hurt themselves, and he was like a sponge. He soaked up all that he saw and was quick to arrange the pieces. While he developed normally, he had trouble when it came to expressing himself. He never really smiled, pouted, or even cried. If anything, he would use a nearly monotonous voice to state what he felt. There wasn't a way to fix that besides interacting with people, but his slow studies was accompanied by his father's home tutoring so that he could keep up with his school work. Caelan attempted everything, even if failing, and never really said no. Easy to take advantage of, but luckily he wasn't.
After a while, his mother got worried as to why her son wasn't displaying emotion. She got into an argument with her partner more than once, though Caelan had the uncanny sense to walk in and pull both their arms just before their fights would escalate, staring at them absentmindedly, usually to ask for a glass of milk or something completely irrelevant. Since it was said quite monotonous, they were usually taken aback and the bad mood was dispelled like that. Whether he was doing it on purpose or not, even he didn't know. But he didn't like just standing there when his parents, his life, was in conflict.
Up to this point, Caelan had a boring, if not loathsome school life. In his early years, he made friends and kept up in school. But after a few months, students started to avoid him. He didn't talk often, was slow to respond in lessons, and his expressionless face made it hard to interact with him. Because of this, he slowly fell out of sync with everyone else as time went by. As it was a progressive school system, roughly the same students were what made up his classes each year. Being a city school, there wasn't much chance to be yourself or go at your own pace as students are forced to conform with what the previous generation tells them to do. It became tiresome, if not disdainful to continue.
However, he did his best, and never stopped going. After all, his parents told him to go, and he had nothing better to do. He never really played games, and spent all his spare time either studying despite his inability to retain the information, or practicing more practical tasks such as cooking, cleaning, house chores and pulling things apart to learn how they work. Instead of school, his time with his father who home schooled him whenever possible, and with his mother who loved him no matter who he was, he preferred to be at home with his family.
Around the age of thirteen, Caelan's life was split in two. His parents had gotten into an argument one night and both of them had been drinking a bit more than usual. Shintaro was by no means an angry drunk, but he had been heavily stressed having changed professions to a desk job at a company to help with family finances. During this argument, Caelan approached the two, half asleep with blurry eyesight without his glasses on, and stumbled into his father. In a blind rage, Shintaro, for the first time, punched his son. Caelan, who wasn't fully aware, felt the strong impact and went unconscious. In the morning, his father was gone, and his mothers eyes were red. He knew what had happened and again pieced together the scenario. Father was under stress, had too much to drink, got into a heated argument, and had that throbbing sensation where he had to hit something, which happened to be himself.
Living alone with his mother, Caelan's learning came to a stand-still and he started losing the will to continue with school work. The reason being "he couldn't be bothered with this world anymore". World meaning his life which consisted of his family and nothing else. Realizing he wouldn't be able to keep up with schoolwork anymore, Caelan only lasted two weeks before he skipped school and started learning his way around by himself, judging by the look of people on where he should avoid. He played a few arcade games, but not much. With the little allowance he had each week, he had saved up almost all of it, but still found nothing worth spending it on.
Seeing how stressed and sad his mother looked every day, Caelan couldn't stand it any longer. He wanted his life back how it was. All three of them together, like it use to be. Pretending to go to school like usual, his mother no longer responded, as if she wasn't interested. Her job as a patissier required a lot of time and attention, and it wasn't easy to do when not in a positive mindset. Staying home while his mother was at work, he began looking through his fathers things, or at least what was left of them. After a while, and a lot of phone calls later, he managed to find out that his father was a couple of train stations away, "moping around and lost in life" as his friend said over the phone. A friend who was more than willing to help out an old schoolmate's son get a family back together.
Spending his saved up allowance, Caelan took the train rides to where his father's friend said he would convince his father to go that day. Seeing him sitting in a park, he saw how unkempt his father's face was. He always kept himself well groomed before. After a long time talking, the 13 year old boy managed to convince his father to come home. It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but he felt he couldn't go back after what he had done. With the insistence of his own son, who should has despised or feared him the most, he couldn't help but agree. And Caelan started going to school again, albeit reluctantly.
And so time passed. With his 14th birthday closely coming up, his parents decided to hold it at the restaurant they went to for their first date. On the way there, Caelan remembered seeing bright lights, blinding his vision, and the silhouette of his parents. Next thing he knew, he was waking up in hospital, groggy, lethargic, and disorientated. And a several days had gone by, at that. From what he was told, a truck driver drove through a red light, assuming there would be no one on it at that time of day. His mother and father both protected him, but they all suffered some serious injuries.
Caelan suffered a hard blow to the head and bruises all over, but his main injury was a ruptured stomach which they had to perform surgery on to fix. As a result, his mouth for a few weeks tasted of blood and other nasty stomach juices. Even to the current date, nothing quite tastes right anymore. It left quite the battle scar on his abdomen that he could show off, if he had friends. His father suffered a broken leg and arm as well as a concussion, but was reasonably unscathed. His mother, however, had it the worst. She had covered her son at the last moment, and her head took quite a blow, on top of the fractures across her body. She survived, but was placed in a coma, unknown whether or not she would wake again.
Caelan didn't cry. He listened to the story from the nurse and simply cast his gaze downwards. He came to grips with his situation and moved on. No, more accurately, he pushed it aside and put up a front to make it seem as if he was alright. Secluding his emotions away in his mind and using logic to move forward, his heart came to a standstill. He understood what had happened, and knew what that meant for him, but no tears were shed. He had distanced himself from reality and this objectiveness even surprised himself. Half his world, his life, had been claimed in that accident. After a couple of weeks, his mother finally came out of her coma and he saw her. But she wasn't the mother he remembered. And so he moved away to live with his grandparent on his mother's side to recuperate and allow his father to adjust to the shock.
For two years, Caelan stayed with his grandparents, saw his father once a month, and did a little bit of home schooling. Other than that, he started gaining life experience in the small town where his grandparents lived, doing manual labor and all these other chores, and doing them a lot better than he did with his schoolwork. He earned his living this way, since his family had to help cover the medical bill. He still got a small allowance, but there was nothing he wanted, and so kept saving it. After it became too difficult to do agricultural work with some of the locals, his father got Caelan a birthday present. Colored contacts, so that he didn't need to wear his glasses all the time. The red was agreed upon by both of them, since it was his favorite color.
Having turned 16, Caelan moved into Hikarizaka where he had found a cheap apartment to rent and a job he could earn a decent pay at. It was his choice, and he stuck by it despite his family's wishes. And so, he began living alone. Working at a family restaurant as an assistant chef full time, four times a week plus whatever shifted needed filling or people who needed covering as they came, Caelan did his best to pay for all his expenses by himself. He didn't want to be in debt with others, or see himself as reliant or dependent on the support of others. And he did earn that much, given the amount of time and work he put into it. If he was short, he would use the savings he had which was increasing from the funds his grandparents and father sent him weekly yet never touched unless needed.
| SAMPLE;
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| HEIGHT;
5'10.4" (178cm)
| WEIGHT;
156.5 lb (71kg)
| PHYSIQUE;
Lean.
| HAIR;
Black, naturally straight.
| EYES;
Black.
| OPTIONAL;
Wears black framed, rectangular glasses with curved corners. Typically wears red corrective contacts when in public.
| STYLE;
Typically wears black cargo pants and a black singlet underneath a red jacket, sometimes with a red scarf around his neck. He has custom-sewn pockets onto the insides of his jacket over the breast part to store more things. Favors wearing 'practical' clothing rather than stylish things, but his theme tends to lean towards black with red highlights. Wears black sports shoes almost all the time.
| DETAILS;
There isn't much to be said about Caelan's physical build. He has a fitness level equivalent to a sports team regular, despite his lean build, and isn't particularly toned. You could almost say his lean build is close to being underweight. Aside from wearing an army style cap with a singlet underneath his apron while working, he sticks to his black and red theme of the same clothes. Every now and then, he may change the jacket color to a black with purple lines design, or a simple long-sleeve shirt, but stays simplistic. Other things he often is seen with is his black headphones, either on his head or around his neck. He has some scars on his hands from cutting himself numerous times with a knife, but that is the most of it as he doesn't have any birthmarks or blemishes.
The most note-worthy scarring he has is on his chest. There is a long scar across the left of his chest next to his heart, going from his neck to his left flank, and about four inches long. This is due to a previous puncture wound which nicked his heart, resulting in the need for a heart transplant.
5'10.4" (178cm)
| WEIGHT;
156.5 lb (71kg)
| PHYSIQUE;
Lean.
| HAIR;
Black, naturally straight.
| EYES;
Black.
| OPTIONAL;
Wears black framed, rectangular glasses with curved corners. Typically wears red corrective contacts when in public.
| STYLE;
Typically wears black cargo pants and a black singlet underneath a red jacket, sometimes with a red scarf around his neck. He has custom-sewn pockets onto the insides of his jacket over the breast part to store more things. Favors wearing 'practical' clothing rather than stylish things, but his theme tends to lean towards black with red highlights. Wears black sports shoes almost all the time.
| DETAILS;
There isn't much to be said about Caelan's physical build. He has a fitness level equivalent to a sports team regular, despite his lean build, and isn't particularly toned. You could almost say his lean build is close to being underweight. Aside from wearing an army style cap with a singlet underneath his apron while working, he sticks to his black and red theme of the same clothes. Every now and then, he may change the jacket color to a black with purple lines design, or a simple long-sleeve shirt, but stays simplistic. Other things he often is seen with is his black headphones, either on his head or around his neck. He has some scars on his hands from cutting himself numerous times with a knife, but that is the most of it as he doesn't have any birthmarks or blemishes.
The most note-worthy scarring he has is on his chest. There is a long scar across the left of his chest next to his heart, going from his neck to his left flank, and about four inches long. This is due to a previous puncture wound which nicked his heart, resulting in the need for a heart transplant.