Cael Edan Tadhg

[Gleam]

Name: Cael Edan Tadhg

Age: 18 years old

Sex: Male

Occupation: Senior Student

Powers and Descriptions:

DOMAIN

The ability to alter the volume, dimensions, and contents of any enclosed container, so long as it does not exceed two cubic meters in volume.

Personality: Cael is trouble. He's remarkably intelligent, but applies it to his own ends, which is usually aggravating everyone else in the vicinity. Annoyingly enough, he's grown so talented at this hobby that it's difficult to dislike him over it; since he often tries just as hard to make sure no permanent harm comes of it, and that everyone leaves his presence enriched by the experience.

It's hard to say which way he'll run on any issue, except that he'll want you to think about it, and in the midst he'll probably insult you over it. Oftentimes sly and honest by turns, perhaps the best word to describe the complex knot that Cael presents is:

Complicated.

Appearance: Fair-haired and blue-eyed, Cael cuts a striking figure, as he fairly vibrates with energy, or lies still with the serpentine grace of a predator. He's fond of changing his outfits and clothing on a whim, just to see what reactions it will provoke.

All this said, two defining features remain no matter his apparel. Twin starburst scars mark the top of either shoulder, punching down through his armpits below - and his fingers are a paler tint then the rest of his body, a result of the scarring that's endured since his first experimentation with his powers, when he placed his fingers into a closed box and only the bones, tied together with blackened strips of gristle, came back out.

History: Cael gleefully lies about his history to anyone that asks, inventing histories with the panache of a master storyteller. Usually, it's just an extended way of telling a meaningful fable to his audience, with his own (false) life as the pages.

He has an uncle in a coma, but the only questions he'll answer about the man is the status of his bed rashes. There's records of his former home, but he claims it's a tax dodge. And he speaks three languages fluently, but when thoroughly pressed devolves into a yammering English more like a Carrol novel.

Here is what Cael claims is important: he came to the Academy. He learned her. And he met some really nosy fucking people, who he hopes will eventually reclaim some sort of dignity when they're through muckraking with their schnozzes.

Code Words:fantasy reference

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[Moderator Alo]

Approved.