Remnants of the Earth

Ahh!

It felt so good to finally breathe unfiltered air.  He didn’t know how long it’d been since the last time he’d been ‘outside’ in the real world, but all that mattered was that it was here and it was his.  He’d made it, he was out of that blasted facility.  The only thing that would’ve made it sweeter were if it had blown up or suffered some crippling accident in the process.  But Cal took his hand where he could.

Fugitives could only afford to be so picky.

Despite his current setting, Cal wasn’t dumb enough yet to think he was home free.  He’d only been here a day and already he was sick of ducking his head down.  He had to find a way to get off this space station and fast.  But with nothing more than the clothes on his back and the credits he’d managed to pickpocket and the cellphone he tucked away, he didn’t have much in the way of offering payment for a ride.

Much less even knew where he wanted to go.  Well, he supposed anywhere as far away from TRIM was good enough for him.  And if someone asked, Aedolis.  Because hey, why not!?  Maybe, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to head back to the old stomping ground, see if any of his old contacts were still around… 

Calixte vanished easily through the crowd.  The docking bays were sprawled all over the space station, no reason guards had to be everywhere at once.  The best thing to do was to just play it cool.  Going haywire wasn’t going to do him any good.  And the last thing he wanted was to end up from once cell right back into another. 

But when he saw two “Reds” walking behind him, seemingly in his general direction, Cal turned around into Docking Bay 1435.  The very thought sent the hackles standing on end on the back of his neck.  Were they following him?   He couldn’t tell.  Just when he looked over his shoulder, his body collided with a dock worker, knocking him over.

“Watch where you’re going, scum mucker!” she spat, climbing to her feet.

Fuck!  If anything was going to get the Reds’ attention, that sure was!

Cal wasted no time apologizing and moved around stacks of cargo, caches and crates, and took a hat from someone’s head that was busy jotting something over a clipboard and a leather jacket left hanging beside a work station and flung it over his shoulders.  He leaned over another man’s shoulder, feeling the Reds coming closer to where he was.

He looked at the corner of his eye and saw the two of them conversing with a dock manager, and one pointed off in his direction.  Fuuuuuuck…..  Calixte threw the collar of the jacket up, to partly conceal his face and walked cooly up the ramp of the ship nearest him.  The two Reds called after him, barking a sharp,  “Hey you!”

But he didn’t hear them.  OBVIOUSLY!  Got important crew business to get to!  As soon as he was on board, Cal scrambled off to the side, banking right and thankfully finding the ship largely empty…or so he assumed…and ran off down the corridor.  When he found the cargo hold, he scrambled left and threw himself behind a set of crates, hearing boots boarding the ship.

Gah, they're both pretty awesome!  Think for this though, we can start with Jericho and Calixte.  Oh god, he should totally try to sneak on her ship for...sump'm.  I don't imagine she'd be very happy about finding a stowaway xD.

Prologue
+ NAME + Calixte Theroux
+ ALIAS +  Cal,
+ AGE + Approx. 28 -30
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + Unknown
+ BORN + Unknown
+ ORIGIN + Aedolis
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + TRIM, Alpha Wing, Now anywhere else!
+ OCCUPATION + Former TRIM subject, Now a Runaway
+ COUNTENANCE + Gray-Blue Eyes / Black hair w/ blue streaks
+ STATURE + 6’1” / 187 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Bisexual



CH. I – Painting a Portrait
Devilishly good looking would be an understatement in his mind. He has rugged features, often sporting stubble, though he prefers to be clean shaven if he can help it.  His hair is shaved along the sides of his head and angled down to the back and hair longer on top, usually pushed back and kept out of his face.  With nothing much else to do in his cell during downtime, he busied himself with staying in shape.  He’s well-muscled at a decent 187 pounds and standing at a good 6’1”.

 + NOTABLE MARKS +
Cal has some testing scars along his back and arms when he first was brought to TRIM.  It’s quite evident his resistance wasn’t fondly looked upon.

He also has tribal-style tattoos on his upper right shoulder, that almost look like the inner workings of a clock when examined closely.  He also has a set of three earrings on his left ear.

CH II – Persona
Calixte is an expert at playing the fool.  He is skilled in making himself out to be less than he is, keeping his mind busy with nonsensical things in order to divert people trying to read his mind.  He’s hedonistic and enjoys biting sarcasm, prone to mood swings.  He isn’t very philosophical, to him the only things that matter in this world are what’s real, what’s around you, and not wasting life while you have it in your hands.

He’s quite vain, not quite deservedly so, but holds himself highly never the less.  As far as opinions go, his are usually gold.

+ HABITS +
He’s a smoker, much to the chagrin of the scientists that would prefer he quit.

CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
  *TBA

CH IV – Abilities / Skills
+ ELECTROMAGNETISM +
Cal is acutely aware and sensitive to the electromagnetic energy and pulses within living beings.  He can respond to that energy, channel it and manipulate it in forms such as helping heal others by manipulating that field, sending a jolt to restart a heart, or providing relief from pain.  Once, he could’ve manipulated his own field powerful enough to send out a EMP-like wave, capable of knocking out electronic devices as complex as entire space stations.  But becoming a TRIM test subject has dulled his abilities.

In many ways the tests of helped him learn to hone his abilities, focusing it and channeling into more minute, but concentrated forms.  He can create small but powerful bolts of electromagnetic energy that come out like sparks.  He may also push out his own energy in a shockwave like effect to push others away.  While no longer as potent to knock out space stations, he’s still capable of healing and disrupting smaller electronic devices.

CH V – Gear / Equipment
His Smokes dammit!

CH VI – Reflections of the Past
Calixte remembers  vaguely what his life was before being transported to TRIM.  He might’ve been a pilot, or a soldier of some kind, he can’t be sure.  But he does know he was a smuggler and was making good money in Aedolis before a job gone wrong had left him for dead.  When he was found by his employer, in order to wipe their hands clean of him, promptly sold him to TRIM for a decent load of money.

In that respect, he was glad he sold for so much.

It didn’t take long for them to break him however, or so he led them to believe.

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