Post by Caleb Danvers on Apr 11, 2010 13:19:47 GMT -6
Name: Caleb Matthias Danvers
D.O.B. // Age: October 15, 1978 // 31
Schooling: Salem Institute of Magic, Graduated 1996.
Wand: 7 & 1/4", Oak with unicorn and "spirit wolf" tail hair core, made by James Wenham.
Pet: N/A.
Appearance: Tall and gangling, Caleb earned the nickname "Scarecrow" as a kid and hasn't been able to shed it since. His hands and feet seem two sizes too big, and a mop of honey brown hair sits on top of his head. Eyes the color of pale topaz shine out from a somewhat angular face, but his smile is warm enough, at least, to light up the area around him; somehow, he manages to keep all of his angles and corners contained to the point that he just looks extremely tall. At 6' 2", though, that isn't too far from the truth anyway.
History: The Danvers lineage can be traced back to the settlement of Ipswich, the colony that would later become Ipswich, Massachusetts. His Wizard ancestors that came over from England touted their skills as healers, all the while learning how to heal with both magic and plants; of course, the non-magical folk were easier to fool back then and were more than willing to pay substantially for their services. Around 1692, the Salem Witch Trials ran rampant and forced the Danvers to migrate to the West Coast of the "New World."
After spending over 100 years leading a nomadic existence in different colonies, the latest generation of Danvers settled down in the small settlement of Salem, where they found the Salem Institute of Magic. Putting down roots, they started to send their children to the school and revived the handed-down talent of herbology.
Caleb Danvers was born in 1978 and, like his family before him, was sent to the Salem Institute for eight years when he turned eleven, excelling in herbology as was expected from him. He also developed a knack for potionmaking, which went perfectly with his natural talent. Upon graduating, he was offered the ability to intern at the prestigious St. Mungo's Hospital in England for a year. He gladly accepted and felt at home working with patients that had suffered various plant-related injuries; after his internship ended, he was at a loss as to what to do with his life. Eventually, he decided to go back to the Salem Institute and consult his old adviser, Atticus Warren, to see if there was anything more he could do in his field. His answer came in the form of student teaching for Warren and, three years later, he was offered his mentor's position upon Warren's retirement at the school as teacher of Herbology.
He couldn't have been happier in his seven years of teaching after that, concurrently teaching Potions classes for two years, but he eventually took a sabbatical to do more research with plants found in unique areas of the planet. Publishing his research to the Wizarding community, he continued to work until he heard of a teaching position open for Herbology at the Institute's sister school, Insula.
Personality: Caleb is generally a nice guy to be around, although his introvertedness makes him come off as quiet or shy. He tends to think outside of the box (perhaps a result of his intimate knowledge of plants and their place in different potions), but for the most part, he's pretty down to earth (excuse the pun). There's nothing he loves more than digging through dirt, and he could go on for hours about what he knows. He prefers to listen, however, and loves to be in crowded rooms for that reason. He's always absorbed in his work and is a bit absent-minded, at least, not when it comes to his role as a teacher.
Roleplay sample: The forest was surprisingly quiet, and the meditating Earthbender could hear the sound of his own breath as he concentrated on achieving his center. His shoulders drooped as he let another breath out, trying to organize the thoughts flying around his head into a coherent stream that he could process more easily.
Apparently, the world wasn't as black and white as he supposed; but then again, he knew that. He knew that things weren't always as they seemed, and a lot of care needed to be taken when reacting to something that fell within a "shade of gray," as Aunt Wu had put it. Still, he had a strong feeling that everything in his reading was tied to now, not the future. He'd gotten that feeling from the two cards at the end that he supposed represented Hanabi. Who else would they refer to?
Perhaps she was hiding something, but he'd have to wait until it revealed itself; things like that usually did. Unfortuantely, it might be a while, but he was willing to be patient.
A small crack rang in his ears, and he stopped. Perhaps he was hearing things, but perhaps not. He closed his eyes again, but the rustle of leaves on the ground made him open them again. Either there was a wild animal close by, or...
He stood up and whirled around to face the source of the sound. There was an outline of a person, but he didn't know who. He braced himself as the person stepped into the clearing, revealing a man.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Get lost from a group?" he asked, his voice reminiscent of someone walking on small rocks.
"Can I help you?" Haru asked cautiously, more aware that this might be one of the bandits the old man had referred to.
"You sure can. See, I have a problem. I don't have any money, and I'm guessing you do," the bandit said, a wicked smile forming on his face.
"Get out of here," Haru said, his voice becoming more authoritative as he solidified his posture.
"Ooh, I better do what you say! You might throw a rock at me or something!" The man laughed derisively, but Haru smiled.
"Something like that," he said, taking his stance. A few quick movements and a stomp on the ground caused a medium-sized rock to shoot up from the ground and at the man. He dodged it, obviously surprised.
"Oh, so we got an Earthbender, do we?" the bandit said, drawing himself into a stance of his own. With incredible agility, he leapt through the air. It was all haru could do to send a column of earth shooting upwards, catching the bandit in the stomach. As he fell, Haru caused another column to come diagonally upward and sent the man flying back into the forest. After a moment of recovering, the bandit glared at him but backed off. Hopefully, he wouldn't be back.
Heart racing, Haru stood there processing what had just happened. He'd been attacked, but he'd been more than capable of fending it off; it was just a bandit after all. If there had been more than one, he might not have come out of that fight intact.
He sat back down on the ground, trying to focus enough to calm himself down before going back to thinking.
D.O.B. // Age: October 15, 1978 // 31
Schooling: Salem Institute of Magic, Graduated 1996.
Wand: 7 & 1/4", Oak with unicorn and "spirit wolf" tail hair core, made by James Wenham.
Pet: N/A.
Appearance: Tall and gangling, Caleb earned the nickname "Scarecrow" as a kid and hasn't been able to shed it since. His hands and feet seem two sizes too big, and a mop of honey brown hair sits on top of his head. Eyes the color of pale topaz shine out from a somewhat angular face, but his smile is warm enough, at least, to light up the area around him; somehow, he manages to keep all of his angles and corners contained to the point that he just looks extremely tall. At 6' 2", though, that isn't too far from the truth anyway.
History: The Danvers lineage can be traced back to the settlement of Ipswich, the colony that would later become Ipswich, Massachusetts. His Wizard ancestors that came over from England touted their skills as healers, all the while learning how to heal with both magic and plants; of course, the non-magical folk were easier to fool back then and were more than willing to pay substantially for their services. Around 1692, the Salem Witch Trials ran rampant and forced the Danvers to migrate to the West Coast of the "New World."
After spending over 100 years leading a nomadic existence in different colonies, the latest generation of Danvers settled down in the small settlement of Salem, where they found the Salem Institute of Magic. Putting down roots, they started to send their children to the school and revived the handed-down talent of herbology.
Caleb Danvers was born in 1978 and, like his family before him, was sent to the Salem Institute for eight years when he turned eleven, excelling in herbology as was expected from him. He also developed a knack for potionmaking, which went perfectly with his natural talent. Upon graduating, he was offered the ability to intern at the prestigious St. Mungo's Hospital in England for a year. He gladly accepted and felt at home working with patients that had suffered various plant-related injuries; after his internship ended, he was at a loss as to what to do with his life. Eventually, he decided to go back to the Salem Institute and consult his old adviser, Atticus Warren, to see if there was anything more he could do in his field. His answer came in the form of student teaching for Warren and, three years later, he was offered his mentor's position upon Warren's retirement at the school as teacher of Herbology.
He couldn't have been happier in his seven years of teaching after that, concurrently teaching Potions classes for two years, but he eventually took a sabbatical to do more research with plants found in unique areas of the planet. Publishing his research to the Wizarding community, he continued to work until he heard of a teaching position open for Herbology at the Institute's sister school, Insula.
Personality: Caleb is generally a nice guy to be around, although his introvertedness makes him come off as quiet or shy. He tends to think outside of the box (perhaps a result of his intimate knowledge of plants and their place in different potions), but for the most part, he's pretty down to earth (excuse the pun). There's nothing he loves more than digging through dirt, and he could go on for hours about what he knows. He prefers to listen, however, and loves to be in crowded rooms for that reason. He's always absorbed in his work and is a bit absent-minded, at least, not when it comes to his role as a teacher.
Roleplay sample: The forest was surprisingly quiet, and the meditating Earthbender could hear the sound of his own breath as he concentrated on achieving his center. His shoulders drooped as he let another breath out, trying to organize the thoughts flying around his head into a coherent stream that he could process more easily.
Apparently, the world wasn't as black and white as he supposed; but then again, he knew that. He knew that things weren't always as they seemed, and a lot of care needed to be taken when reacting to something that fell within a "shade of gray," as Aunt Wu had put it. Still, he had a strong feeling that everything in his reading was tied to now, not the future. He'd gotten that feeling from the two cards at the end that he supposed represented Hanabi. Who else would they refer to?
Perhaps she was hiding something, but he'd have to wait until it revealed itself; things like that usually did. Unfortuantely, it might be a while, but he was willing to be patient.
A small crack rang in his ears, and he stopped. Perhaps he was hearing things, but perhaps not. He closed his eyes again, but the rustle of leaves on the ground made him open them again. Either there was a wild animal close by, or...
He stood up and whirled around to face the source of the sound. There was an outline of a person, but he didn't know who. He braced himself as the person stepped into the clearing, revealing a man.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Get lost from a group?" he asked, his voice reminiscent of someone walking on small rocks.
"Can I help you?" Haru asked cautiously, more aware that this might be one of the bandits the old man had referred to.
"You sure can. See, I have a problem. I don't have any money, and I'm guessing you do," the bandit said, a wicked smile forming on his face.
"Get out of here," Haru said, his voice becoming more authoritative as he solidified his posture.
"Ooh, I better do what you say! You might throw a rock at me or something!" The man laughed derisively, but Haru smiled.
"Something like that," he said, taking his stance. A few quick movements and a stomp on the ground caused a medium-sized rock to shoot up from the ground and at the man. He dodged it, obviously surprised.
"Oh, so we got an Earthbender, do we?" the bandit said, drawing himself into a stance of his own. With incredible agility, he leapt through the air. It was all haru could do to send a column of earth shooting upwards, catching the bandit in the stomach. As he fell, Haru caused another column to come diagonally upward and sent the man flying back into the forest. After a moment of recovering, the bandit glared at him but backed off. Hopefully, he wouldn't be back.
Heart racing, Haru stood there processing what had just happened. He'd been attacked, but he'd been more than capable of fending it off; it was just a bandit after all. If there had been more than one, he might not have come out of that fight intact.
He sat back down on the ground, trying to focus enough to calm himself down before going back to thinking.
