Caleb Halle
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 150 lbs
Personality
Caleb and people don't get along. Simple as that, really. As far as social interaction goes, Caleb does the bare minimum. Taught since he was a child, from his father, that people are always aiming to run you down, Caleb's ever wary; constantly vigilant. However, it has been known for some people, however rare and limited they may be, to befriend and gain the trust of Caleb.
Other than his hermet-esque introversion, Caleb is obsessive about his house. Although it's small, and nothing special, it is always kept perfectly clean. Down to the last speck of dirt, Caleb works tirelessly, both day and night, to keep his living space immaculate. When he's satisfied with his house's space, he usually studies over his father's old, torn and dirtied philtering book. He saves his spare money in the hopes that one day, he'll be able to open up a potions shop, and fulfill his father's lost dream.
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History
Caleb was born in the Winter of 491 AV. Although he is unsure of which exact day, he's aware it was somewhere in the last ten days. In his family, dates of birth meant nothing, there were no gifts, no celebrations. He grew with a poor, paranoid, Auristic father, who was being hunted for murdering his first wife. They had lived in Lhavit their whole lives, and immersed themselves in the grand respect code the entire city seemed to abide by. On many occasions, Yuer, Caleb's father, had spoken of how the respect of Lhavit was a safe haven in a dark, gruesome world.
This, of course, was unbeknownst to Caleb until his father taught him about such things. Growing up in a city where everyone is at the same standard -- Where disrespect, and rudeness were virtually a crime, he'd had no idea that outside of their city, their home, people insulted one another, and people hated one another. Caleb has been raised on a strict, accepting basis. His father had been a follower of Gnora, and had brought Caleb into this world thinking that for no reason, whatsoever, one should judge another person without first viewing the situation logically. One of Caleb's main aspirations is to be granted one of the fabled Gnosis marks of Gnora.
In the summer of 507 AV, two seasons after Caleb turned 15, his father had gone missing. No trace, no note, nothing. He left his recipe book, and his robe, and was gone. It had taken every last morsel of willpower Caleb had to remain calm, and as he did, he looked over the situation again. He walked through the city, and found a liveable job, as a traveling Philterer. OOCUnconfirmed. If this conflicts, or is disallowed, it will be changed accordingly. I've contacted Aspen. This pay got his through to the the Fall of 511 AV, when he was confident enough to try to open a shop. He'd saved up a little over 1000 kinas, more than he'd ever seen before, to purchase the supplies to get himself started. However, on his way to his house for the evening, he'd heard a noise. As he approached his living quarters, three dark-robed figures launched themselves out of his doorway, barreling past him. As he walked into the room, he was overcome with grief. His living quarters, his home, his sanctuary, was overturned. His kinas were missing, as was his Philtering kit. His life, and his ability to sustain it, were gone. Poof.
And thus, we meet present day.
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by Caleb Halle on November 10th, 2011, 6:42 am 
