Name: Caelin Rhodes (KAY-lin)
Age: 11
Birthday: July 8th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Religion: Unsure
Species: Half-Demon, Half-Human
Category: Elementary School
Grade: Third
Appearance:
Personality:
"See... If I didn't smile, I'd just be sad all the time, and that's no fun... right?"
Powers: N/A
Species Traits:
Immortality and Regeneration:
Unlike most immortals, Caelin can and will die via normal means. She is as vulnerable to bullets and knives as she is to starvation and heat stroke; anything that can take down an ordinary person can take down Caelin. However, she is unique in the idea that, after death, it takes a maximum of ten minutes for her body to rebuild itself from any state. Caelin comes back to life immediately after her restoration is complete. Interestingly enough, Caelin does not regenerate abnormally when alive. Before death, her injuries heal at normal rates, cuts and scrapes still scar, and paralysis/nerve and brain damage/illness/ etc lingers and evolves as it would normally. Death is like rejuvenation. When her body restores itself, scars and the like disappear, illnesses are healed, and her entire body is essentially 'good as new'. Due to her young age, it is unknown how aging will work for Caelin, but some speculation says that death will make her young again and that she will never fully die.
Poisonous Skin:
Inherited from her father's poisonous breath, Caelin's entire body is extremely toxic. Her skin, hair, saliva, and all other areas are prone to causing severe chemicals and cannot be handled. Currently, she can be touched indirectly - aka, through clothing and the like - but skin-to-skin contact of any kind is very harmful to all beings with physical form. Upon touching Caelin, one will feel an immediate raw, scratching burn across the infected area. It takes only minutes for this to escalate into a 3rd degree burn, severe enough to require medical attention. Species traits and powers, such as enhanced durability and self-regeneration, can lessen the effects of Caelin's toxins, but it is impossible to be immune. The toxins on Caelin's skin work both with their own chemicals and the chemicals located within the bodies of the affected individuals. It should also be noted that the toxins kill plants upon touch, with trees and the like slow to be affected, but flowers and such wilting upon contact. Should she sit in the grass, anything that touches her skin would grow dark and dead after only a few moments of contact. Caelin's poison is slowly growing worse and cannot currently be controlled. Caution is stressed.
History:
Other Information:
Part of the Hell's Little Hellions plot as an Envy child.
Age: 11
Birthday: July 8th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning
Religion: Unsure
Species: Half-Demon, Half-Human
Category: Elementary School
Grade: Third
Appearance:
- Rather short for her age
- Thin, small-boned, and delicate; all-around tiny girl
- Bits of baby chub still clinging to her face
- Large mint green eyes
- Hair color to match, worn a bit past her shoulders with shorter fringe. Naturally straight and very thick. Color comes from her father's side.
- Likes to feel pretty and dresses accordingly. Often incorporates frills, buttons, flowers, sparkles and related wear into her outfits. Prefers lively colors and appreciates dress-up, especially with dresses, crowns and makeup
- Speaks with a slight lisp, her 's' and 'z' sounds having audible, but not overpowering, elements of the 'th' sound
- Has a small tattoo of "01" on her left shoulder
Personality:
"See... If I didn't smile, I'd just be sad all the time, and that's no fun... right?"
- Generally a happy person
- Random, bubbly, bouncy and ditzy
- Likes to play, eager for everything from mudrolling to makeovers
- Especially likes to feel pretty and is currently in a bit of a princess phase
- Likes to be around people and actively seeks them out
- Treats even complete strangers like old family friends
- Trusting to a fault, but becomes extremely cautious if she thinks someone is going to hurt her
- Overall, pretty outgoing and friendly, affectionate as well
- Definitely on the louder, more self-expressive side of things
- Really likes attention and thrives in the center of the room
- Pretty clumsy at times, which... does, admittedly, help her earn attention
- Curious by nature and enjoys learning new things
- Can be somewhat tactless when trying to satisfy her curiosity, but usually doesn't mean harm
- Quite likes the ideas of hugs and snuggles
- However, is uncharacteristically aware of her toxic skin
- Is careful to warn people not to touch her or get too close
- Understands her situation thoroughly, despite her simple vocabulary
- Surprisingly intuitive and mature about life's deeper aspects than many give her credit for, what with her childish personality
- Still, is only nine, and often has her misconceptions
- Very much enjoys plant and animal life, but is careful not to touch them herself
- Slips up every once in a while with her touches, and is usually rather shaken by this
- Quite dislikes discussing her past, but only because she prefers to be optimistic. Will reference it if asked, but hardly goes out of her way
- Has a large collection of stuffed animals that is constantly being added to
- Often brings members of said collection with her when she leaves her dorm, and if not a stuffed animal, some other toy
Powers: N/A
Species Traits:
Immortality and Regeneration:
Unlike most immortals, Caelin can and will die via normal means. She is as vulnerable to bullets and knives as she is to starvation and heat stroke; anything that can take down an ordinary person can take down Caelin. However, she is unique in the idea that, after death, it takes a maximum of ten minutes for her body to rebuild itself from any state. Caelin comes back to life immediately after her restoration is complete. Interestingly enough, Caelin does not regenerate abnormally when alive. Before death, her injuries heal at normal rates, cuts and scrapes still scar, and paralysis/nerve and brain damage/illness/ etc lingers and evolves as it would normally. Death is like rejuvenation. When her body restores itself, scars and the like disappear, illnesses are healed, and her entire body is essentially 'good as new'. Due to her young age, it is unknown how aging will work for Caelin, but some speculation says that death will make her young again and that she will never fully die.
Poisonous Skin:
Inherited from her father's poisonous breath, Caelin's entire body is extremely toxic. Her skin, hair, saliva, and all other areas are prone to causing severe chemicals and cannot be handled. Currently, she can be touched indirectly - aka, through clothing and the like - but skin-to-skin contact of any kind is very harmful to all beings with physical form. Upon touching Caelin, one will feel an immediate raw, scratching burn across the infected area. It takes only minutes for this to escalate into a 3rd degree burn, severe enough to require medical attention. Species traits and powers, such as enhanced durability and self-regeneration, can lessen the effects of Caelin's toxins, but it is impossible to be immune. The toxins on Caelin's skin work both with their own chemicals and the chemicals located within the bodies of the affected individuals. It should also be noted that the toxins kill plants upon touch, with trees and the like slow to be affected, but flowers and such wilting upon contact. Should she sit in the grass, anything that touches her skin would grow dark and dead after only a few moments of contact. Caelin's poison is slowly growing worse and cannot currently be controlled. Caution is stressed.
History:
Mommy, her name was Jen, was a pretty good doctor in America, but her best skill was with magic people - that's what she told me, anyway. Mommy said that she met my Daddy that way. He was sick with something his powers couldn't fix, so - oh yeah, his name was Leviathan. He was some big demon prince or something, dunno what that means. Anyway, Mommy said she could fix him, so he lived with her for a while. Then they fell in love and got married and all that junk. Maybe they weren't married. I forget how Mommy explained it. Anyway, I was like a couple months old when Daddy got better, and then he had to go back to doing all his big princely duties. Mommy said he wasn't allowed to stay or something, but that he'd come back one day for me, so I shouldn't be too sad about it. I always told her that it was okay, so long as he really did come back.
Well, and this is just what Mommy explained when I was older, my skin got poisonous when I was about one year old. It wasn't so bad at first and Mommy just healed herself when I burned her, but then it got worse and worse, and she started getting hurt bad. Since no one could touch me, Mommy couldn't take care of me real well, so she brought me to a place that could.
The people were magic just like Mommy, but they had special tools and suits so that I wouldn't ever burn them. She said they'd take good care of me there, but she was real sad, and I guess I probably didn't get what was happening cause I was little, otherwise I would have been pretty mad. But, well, I went along okay. I kind of remember Mommy crying and signing a bunch of papers, and then some person took my hand, but I was pretty little so it's all kinda fuzzy.
Anyway, they took care of me good for a while. Mommy said she would stay close and she did; for a while, she used to come visit every day. Sometimes she would bring me toys and cookies, and other times some pretty dresses or a crown. Mommy even wore a special suit most days so I could give her hugs, and she gave me a bottle of her perfume so it was like she never left. The people almost didn't let me keep it, but it didn't mess with my skin, so they said it was probably alright.
After a while, I started to get really sad when Mommy had to leave, and sometimes I'd freak out. I kind of regret that now. When I freaked out, Mommy started coming less and less, and so I freaked out more and more. It was all kind of a big mess. Eventually, Mommy stopped coming and I stopped freaking out, but the freaking out stopped a while after Mommy stopped coming. She wrote me letters, telling me how sorry she was that she couldn't come anymore, but she had gotten sick. I wrote her that it was okay that she was sick and I hoped she felt better, but I was seven, not stupid. Mommy didn't get sick. She got kicked out. The people didn't want her coming because she made me sad and 'hard to handle,' and I thought they were just full of it. Mommy could just live here and not leave at all and I'd be happy, and I told them so, but it didn't ever work. Mommy stopped writing after a while, and we didn't talk anymore. I know why that happened, too.
Well, anyway.
The people at the place started teaching me things when I was five so that I was smart. They also started feeding me weird things - well, weirder than before - and made a lot more doctor appointments. I mean, there were always a lot of appointments, but it got more and more as I got older. And then they started doing things that hurt. I... don't want to talk about those things. They were scary. I didn't really... get what was going on back then. I mean, I do now, but back then I guess I was too little. The people kicked Mommy out about the same time the really scary things happened, if that helps anything make sense.
Well, sometimes after the scary things I'd get new scars and marks. Sometimes I'd be awake for the scary things and sometimes not. Every once in a while, especially after a really bad scary hurt thing, they'd do something worse and then I'd wake up and all my marks would be gone, and I'd be good as new. I used to think that meant I was dreaming, or that they were done with the scary things, but then it'd start again and I'd stop thinking like that.
One day I stole some of their papers once and figured it all out. I wasn't actually going to sleep when I healed up. I was dying. They killed me. A lot of times. I think that was the scariest thing of all.
So... Things never really got so much better. They kept trying new scary things, or repeating ones they did, and scribbling all over their charts and things. I guess they were trying to figure my powers out. I can thank them for that much, maybe. Helping me figure my powers out, I mean. They might have not gotten my powers, but I did pretty easily. I was poison, and I couldn't die. I dunno why it was so confusing to them. There didn't need to be any special science behind it or anything. That's just the way it was. I don't know why they kept running tests. Don't ask me, because I just don't.
Eventually, the scary things did end. That's why I'm here. A scout or whatever they're called came to the place and made the people give me up. I was in pretty bad shape when the person got there. It was... That time, it wasn't just the things that were scary. I was scary, too. They broke me all over. I ended up dying again on our way out of the place, and the scout sat down and waited for me to be okay again. Then I was, and so we traveled a bit.
We got on a boat, nice and happy, and I was pretty glad to be out of there. The scout tried to ask me questions, but I ignored them all. The sea was beautiful. There was so much open space, so many things I had never seen... It was amazing. I didn't want to think about the scary things anymore. The world was so pretty and perfect. It was big and magical and beautiful and waiting for me. Just for me.
I decided on the boat that I was going to be as happy as the ocean, and I think it was the best decision I've ever made.
Well, and this is just what Mommy explained when I was older, my skin got poisonous when I was about one year old. It wasn't so bad at first and Mommy just healed herself when I burned her, but then it got worse and worse, and she started getting hurt bad. Since no one could touch me, Mommy couldn't take care of me real well, so she brought me to a place that could.
The people were magic just like Mommy, but they had special tools and suits so that I wouldn't ever burn them. She said they'd take good care of me there, but she was real sad, and I guess I probably didn't get what was happening cause I was little, otherwise I would have been pretty mad. But, well, I went along okay. I kind of remember Mommy crying and signing a bunch of papers, and then some person took my hand, but I was pretty little so it's all kinda fuzzy.
Anyway, they took care of me good for a while. Mommy said she would stay close and she did; for a while, she used to come visit every day. Sometimes she would bring me toys and cookies, and other times some pretty dresses or a crown. Mommy even wore a special suit most days so I could give her hugs, and she gave me a bottle of her perfume so it was like she never left. The people almost didn't let me keep it, but it didn't mess with my skin, so they said it was probably alright.
After a while, I started to get really sad when Mommy had to leave, and sometimes I'd freak out. I kind of regret that now. When I freaked out, Mommy started coming less and less, and so I freaked out more and more. It was all kind of a big mess. Eventually, Mommy stopped coming and I stopped freaking out, but the freaking out stopped a while after Mommy stopped coming. She wrote me letters, telling me how sorry she was that she couldn't come anymore, but she had gotten sick. I wrote her that it was okay that she was sick and I hoped she felt better, but I was seven, not stupid. Mommy didn't get sick. She got kicked out. The people didn't want her coming because she made me sad and 'hard to handle,' and I thought they were just full of it. Mommy could just live here and not leave at all and I'd be happy, and I told them so, but it didn't ever work. Mommy stopped writing after a while, and we didn't talk anymore. I know why that happened, too.
Well, anyway.
The people at the place started teaching me things when I was five so that I was smart. They also started feeding me weird things - well, weirder than before - and made a lot more doctor appointments. I mean, there were always a lot of appointments, but it got more and more as I got older. And then they started doing things that hurt. I... don't want to talk about those things. They were scary. I didn't really... get what was going on back then. I mean, I do now, but back then I guess I was too little. The people kicked Mommy out about the same time the really scary things happened, if that helps anything make sense.
Well, sometimes after the scary things I'd get new scars and marks. Sometimes I'd be awake for the scary things and sometimes not. Every once in a while, especially after a really bad scary hurt thing, they'd do something worse and then I'd wake up and all my marks would be gone, and I'd be good as new. I used to think that meant I was dreaming, or that they were done with the scary things, but then it'd start again and I'd stop thinking like that.
One day I stole some of their papers once and figured it all out. I wasn't actually going to sleep when I healed up. I was dying. They killed me. A lot of times. I think that was the scariest thing of all.
So... Things never really got so much better. They kept trying new scary things, or repeating ones they did, and scribbling all over their charts and things. I guess they were trying to figure my powers out. I can thank them for that much, maybe. Helping me figure my powers out, I mean. They might have not gotten my powers, but I did pretty easily. I was poison, and I couldn't die. I dunno why it was so confusing to them. There didn't need to be any special science behind it or anything. That's just the way it was. I don't know why they kept running tests. Don't ask me, because I just don't.
Eventually, the scary things did end. That's why I'm here. A scout or whatever they're called came to the place and made the people give me up. I was in pretty bad shape when the person got there. It was... That time, it wasn't just the things that were scary. I was scary, too. They broke me all over. I ended up dying again on our way out of the place, and the scout sat down and waited for me to be okay again. Then I was, and so we traveled a bit.
We got on a boat, nice and happy, and I was pretty glad to be out of there. The scout tried to ask me questions, but I ignored them all. The sea was beautiful. There was so much open space, so many things I had never seen... It was amazing. I didn't want to think about the scary things anymore. The world was so pretty and perfect. It was big and magical and beautiful and waiting for me. Just for me.
I decided on the boat that I was going to be as happy as the ocean, and I think it was the best decision I've ever made.
Other Information:
Part of the Hell's Little Hellions plot as an Envy child.
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