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 Cayden Salmalin
Cayden Salmalin
Posted: Oct 5 2009, 08:47 PM


3rd year
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CAYDEN DOYLE SALMALIN !
SEEING THINGS IN BLACK AND WHITE,
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So I’ll continue to continue… to pretend… My life will never end… And flowers never bend with the rainfall.
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THIS WAIT FOR DESTINY WON'T DO
BE WITH ME PLEASE I BESEECH YOU,

NAME:
    Cayden Doyle Salmalin
CANON OR NON CANON:
    Non Canon
NICKNAME/S:
    Cay (hates it, but can’t seem to convince people to stop)
AGE:
    13
DATE OF BIRTH:
    15 July, 1996
SCHOOL YEAR:
    3rd
GENDER:
    Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
    Oblivious (Likely straight)
BLOOD LINE:
    Pure
ALLIANCE:
    Neutral/Order (Hates dark magic, but isn’t inclined to fight against it. Just wants the world to get along)

SIMPLE THINGS THAT MAKE YOU RUN AWAY
CATCH YOU IF YOU CAN,

HAIR COLOR:
    Best describe as a sandy brown, Cayden’s hair is just long enough to brush against his darker eyebrows, though the cut is a bit longer in the back. Naturally highlighted, certain colors are accented more in certain lighting… so that his hair can appear to be anywhere from a bright gold to a dark brown. He’s rather fond of it this way, and as such refuses to dye it any color that won’t wash out with his first shower. The cut is simple, the style obviously really not meant for fashion, but more of practicality. Plenty out of the way, yet still manages to bring out his eyes.
EYE COLOR:
    Cayden’s eyes are a delicate hazel color… though most often appear as a white-flecked blue. Like most hazels, they tend to change color… either with his mood, the light, or the clothes he happens to be wearing. Most often they revert to a pale gray… though every now and then, if you catch him at just the right time and actually think to notice, you’ll find that they can take on more a greenish hue. This, too, is something he is proud of, though it’s not something he feels necessary to brag about.
SKIN TONE:
    His skin tone, oddly enough, almost perfectly matches the color of his hair. To dark to be considered pale, but too light to be tanned, his genetics have managed to find just the right medium. Like most of his countrymen, he is as dark as he’s going to get… though he lucked out in the sense that he doesn’t burn quite as easily as the others. With a smooth complexion (that he will never admit to actually taking care of) his face tends to remain relatively blemish free… though due to his age, some acne is quite unavoidable. His face is generally slightly rosy… and tends to lead to the impression that he is glowing with happiness. Much of the time, this assumption wouldn’t be wrong.
NATIONALITY:
    Irish
FACE SHAPE:
    Cayden’s features are slender, bearing more of a rectangular frame than round or oval. His jaw is angular and sharply defined, though his chin is nicely rounded off. The eyebrows are more prominent than the cheekbones, but it’s a gentle balance that still seems to bring out his eyes. His lips are full, though not obnoxiously so… and his nose is quite straight and unobtrusive. Wrap it all up, often see him as rather attractive for his age… but while he knows he is easier on the eyes than some, he doesn’t quite get it yet.
BUILD:
    Cayden has a rather slender build… one you might find on a football (soccer) player. He’s not notably gangly, though he certainly doesn’t have a great deal of muscle covering his bones. Though it does provide for a graceful movement… he’s occasionally been described as a wild cat of some sort. The practicality of his structure enables this grace, as well as sharp reflexes (which really don’t negate the cat analogy in the slightest). One would say he is built for speed… and he could be quite fast… except for the fact that he doesn’t particularly care for physical exercise if it’s not on a broomstick, and is rather grateful his ungodly metabolism enables him to take things easy.
HEIGHT:
    5'2"
WEIGHT:
    105 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
    There aren’t that many distinguishing features about Cayden… at least none that are consistently visible. He does have a dark scar in the direct center of his left shin – two inches in length, one inch in width – from when he tripped over a curb and scraped his leg on the cement. If you did enough searching, or shaved his head, you could also find a curved scar above and in front of his right ear, from the time he fell off his broom and landed on a rock. Asides from those marks, there really isn’t anything to identify him should he ever get lost… Here’s praying he stays close to home.
FASHION STYLE:
    Cayden’s style can best be described as loose and sensible. He likes airy clothes… things that provide easy movement and a little bit of a breeze. Though he does try to maintain some sense of fashionability… like most thirteen year olds, there are some clothes he simply would not be caught dead in. Though unlike most students, he rather likes wearing his uniforms to class and around the school… it eliminated the hassle of having to find something that matched every morning. Above all though, his most notable fashion attribute is the two piercings in the lobe of his left ear, in which he typically keeps simple silver hoops. Nothing to draw too much attention… but just enough to provide a slight bit of flare.

TEARS FALL, DOWN YOUR FACE
THE TASTE IS SOMETHING NEW,

STRENGTHS:
    Perhaps his strongest strength is his unique outlook on life, people and situations. He tends to see things from all points of view, and understands the reasons behind each opinion. He is then able to formulate his own opinion and feel confident that he is not merely pigheaded and biased. When it comes to classes, he is best in the ones that allow for “off the book” answers, rather than those that are right or wrong (Divinations, Herbology, CoMC, Flying…). His bright outlook on life doesn’t allow him to get down about things very often, so in difficult times he’s always the one to turn to for hope. Flying is also a particular strong suit for him, his lithe build, agility and reflexes handling the delicate movements with ease. He is also very caring, his big and open heart bringing him close and steadfast friends.
WEAKNESSES:
    His dimished attention span and tendency to daydream makes the more “strict” classes (Potions, DADA, Transfiguration…) far more difficult for him to get the hang of. He loathes conflict, and has allowed it to minimalize his combat capabilities, so that he barely stands a chance against a first year. His naïve mindset is also a danger him to him in relationships and the “real world”, as more often than not he will blindly trust someone who only wants to hurt him. In spite of his personable nature, his eccentric mindset often leads people to steer clear of him, so it all winds up with him having far fewer friends than one would initially think. He also tends to speak a bit differently than most, though even he doesn’t really know why… which makes it a bit difficult for people to understand him.
HABITS:
    His most common habit (asides from excessive daydreaming) is his method of speech. He often uses synonyms in place of the “normal” word, making it a bit difficult to follow at times. Though if called on it, he is able to try and focus and speak more clearly. More minor is his tendency to bite his nails while concentrating.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
    Cayden is… eccentric. To say the least. Some would say he is far wiser than his years… others would claim he is simply downright strange. Though no one can deny he has the mind of a philosopher. If you want to listen to him go on for hours on end, all you really need to do is ask what’s on his mind. However, I can’t guarantee he’ll stay on the say same subject for very long. His unusual speech provides a bit of a challenge for most when conversing with him, especially the younger ones. Though if brought to his attention, he will attempt to sound a bit more normal. At least until he forgets again. He is a rather pleasant sort, once you get to know him. Helps that he understands that people don’t often understand him – his words or his thoughts – and is generally understanding as well when asked to clarify. He always enjoys making friends… though due to his eccentricity he isn’t what you might call a magnet for positive attention. But he deals with the hand he is dealt, and enjoys the blessings he is given.

    While he understands the need for darkness and evil in the world – moreso than most 13 year olds – he does not agree with it, and will never like it. In fact, he often tries to pretend that it doesn’t exist at all. He refuses to master any form of combat, and only takes DADA because it is a required class. When confronted in a combat situation, he is far more likely to either run or surrender before fight. In times of darkness and tragedy, he makes up stories within his mind… where darkness and tragedy do not exist. He believes he is safe there. I don’t believe I have to tell you how this is a blessing, as well as a curse. However, in spite of all the detriments attached, his unique behavior and outlook on the way life should be is often a refreshing breath from the stress and trouble that comes with reality. His thoughts are open to any who want to listen.

    Psychological Profile – The best way to describe Cayden’s mental health is Post-Traumatic Stress. While always a bit “off” per the trademark of his family, the death of his father defined him to a far more specific extreme. He’s created a world for himself… in which he believes he is safe and nothing can harm him. Ironically enough, it is his method of keeping himself sane. It is in this world that he uses his strange form of speech… which enables him to speak “normally” when called back into reality.

SOMETHING THAT I KNOW MOVING ON IS
EASIEST WHEN I AM AROUND YOU,

FATHER:
    Senach Salmalin was a simple man. An accomplished astronomer, he was renowned for his varying ideas about the universe and existence. Many scorned him, but there were others that followed his articles religiously, hanging on to every word that he wrote. He married Riane when he was barely twenty one, and never spent a day without her until the moment he died.
MOTHER:
    Riane was no less varied in her ideas than husband. As an Herbologist, she was always coming up with new and “improved” cooking recipes and healing remedies… though their effectiveness was more often than not left to the determination of the one daring enough to test it. She never published her work like Senach did, but she never hesitated before forcing her “revelations” on her children.
SIBLINGS:
    ] Those that knew the Salmalin’s often wondered if they would ever stop having children. By the time Senach passed, there were thirteen, and one on the way… but the fourteenth was miscarried in Riane’s grief over her husband. (In order eldest to youngest) ~ Sully (M/28), Muriel (F/27), Meara (M/27), Kennis (F/25), Keely (F/24), Edana (F/22), Gilroy (M/20), Girvan (M/20), Glendon (M/20), Iain (M/17), Danu (F/15), Cayden (M/13), Jaryn (M/11)
SIGNIFICANT OTHERS:
    While the Salmalins have relatives spread across Europe and the Mediterranean, no contact is kept with them.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
    Cayden is single… and it will most likely remain that way. His siblings are very similar… if it’s not their genetic eccentricity that keeps them single, there’s a distinct distaste for those that don’t get along with the rest of the family. There is the possibility that the right person would come along, but as it stands now, it looks like Jaryn will be the last of the direct Salmalin blood.

HOMETOWN:
    The Salmalins lived in a large house on the coast outside of Galway. Like many wizarding houses, it had countless charms and enchantments, so that any Muggles passing by would just see a jagged drop off the cliffs, so not to venture any further to happen upon the property. It was quiet and peaceful, and the perfect place to raise an ever-growing family. A clear view of the nightsky enabled Senach to continue his astronomy, and the sea plants provided the perfect accompaniment to plants grown in Riane’s gardens.
OVERAL HISTORY:
    The Salmalins lived a perfectly happy life, in spite of their solitude. Their own company was all they needed. The children each attending the nearest Wizarding school, more out of necessity than actual desire. The parents’ eccentric mentality easily rubbed off on them, and it wasn’t long before the family gained a reputation. It never bothered them any though. They had each other, that was all they ever wanted. However, that reputation began to sour, when Senach began to fancy himself not only an astronomer, but a Divinationist as well. He began to make wild “predictions”… no one was ever certain if he believed them to be genuine or if it was his attempt to get back at society for ostracizing his family. They laughed him off at first… like they always did. But then he began to make predictions that struck the hearts into silence. Death was to visit Galway. Not long after, people started to disappear. One by one… vanishing from existence. Not many, one here… a couple there… but it was enough to elicit terror in the normally quiet streets of Ireland. It seemed the entire Wizarding population of Galway appeared at their door that night.

    Storming the house, the mob grabbed Senach from where he was bent over his newest article, and dragged him out beyond the charmed protections where even the Muggles could see what was happening. It was there, in front of a screaming Riane and her panicking children, they ‘executed’ him, accusing him of being the cause of the disappearances. They would have gone after the rest of the family too, if they hadn’t been rescued by another family who had heard of the plans for the siege, and took sympathy. They took the bereaved family to a country home far away from Galway… where Muggle nor Wizard alike would be able to find them. They stayed there for awhile, being provided for by their new benefactors… and all too soon it was time for the children to return to school. However, it was not in question that they should never be seen at their former school again. So it was they began to attend Durmstrang… the last school anyone would ever expect a Salmalin to be.

    While in school, the children barely acknowledge each other. Finding their own group of friends, they don’t intermingle… and should anyone ask about it, it’s because the differences in years make things awkward to be around each others’ friends. The truth is, they’re trying to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. For some reason, the Salmalins have always been far more noticeable when together… perhaps because those surrounding are dealing with several eccentric and strange people at once and it can become quite overwhelming. They work at different paces in different classes, like any family would. Cayden doesn’t really find this too difficult to manage. Whenever he starts missing his siblings, he just imagines being back in the country home with them, helping the eldest siblings take care of their mother. He tells himself one day, he won’t have to hide anymore.

SO BOTTLE UP OLD LOVE AND THROW IT OUT TO SEA
WATCH IT AWAY AS YOU CRY,A YEAR HAS PASSED,

ALIAS:Faith/Faith
AGE:20
GENDER:Female
RP EXPERIENCE:8ish years
HOW DID YOU FIND US? :All in all, don't remember
HAVE YOU READ THE RULES? :Yes
DID YOU PM THE SECRET WORD TO ARYA? :Yes
OTHER CHARACTERS:Anastazia/Mikshael
ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE? :rawr?
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“Mmm mh mm mm... mhhm... mhhm mm...” The soft, incoherent humming of a person who'd forgotten the lyrics could be heard drifting up from the alleyway, accompanied by the clanking and clanging of a garbage can being moved around, as if someone were sifting through it trying to find something. “And really bad eggs...” The lyrics remembered, at least partially, though making sense to no mind but his own, the humming continued, as did the rattling... pausing occasionally as if the person were examining something. There was a loud clatter, the garbage can being tossed away, followed by the pop of a cork being removed from a bottle. The voice resounded, triumphant and joyous as he remembered the rest of the lyrics. “Drink up, me harties, yo ho!”

Granted, it wasn't the most conventional way to get drunk... but was it really his fault his wife had thrown out his last bottle? Okay, so maybe it was his fault that she was getting sick and tired of him coming home smelling like alcohol... but if she'd get off his back and stop prying maybe he wouldn't feel the need to drink! Okay, so he'd probably drink no matter what. But come on now! Sure, the whole point they were married was because the Conclave wanted her to pry into his thoughts to make sure he was still loyal. But you'd think viewing the thoughts of the same man constantly non stop would get pretty boring after awhile. “Ya hear that?” He asked aloud, taking another drink of the wine and leaning back against the wall of the alley. “Gettin' bored yet?”

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And the pattern still remains, on the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should, for in darkness I must dwell

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Like the color of my skin, or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns that can scarcely be controlled

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