CAELUM [FAWNSTALKER]

player: chloe

gender: female

age: nineteen

contact: reglares@skype

name: caelum

gender: male

age: three in dog ; twenty-five in human

breed: basenji mix

pack: fawnstalker

rank: seer

caelum is the first to judge to everyone else, always quietly evaluating situations and possible threats. he prefers to keep himself to himself, only speaking up his mind when it's necessary to advance knowledge or conversation. he positions himself above others, and expects people to prove their worth--especially the further mutated they are. being seer only feeds into his pretentiousness, often ignoring the advice and orders of others under the guise of knowing better. that said, he does show respect and trust for those above him; so while he wouldn't directly go against authority, he would voice his dislike of having to do it. 

while he may be stubborn in asserting his intelligence, caelum is loyal to those who he comes to call friend. he knows better than to voice his disapproval, often keeping his opinions to himself for the sake of saving face and keeping peace. he is disinterested with politics, and doesn't mind who is running the pack or who wishes to challenge the alpha. as long as caelum is safe and fed, he can keep quiet over anything.

given basenji's natural dislike for humans, the lack of their presencemeans nothing to caelum, and he remains disinterested in any stories about them. his passions lie within exploration, happy to learn of everything around them and the uses that can be made of situations. he dislikes fighting, and is more than happy to stay out of the action. most of his time is spent playing around with his third eye, and trying to work out all the potential that lies there. while he can't push himself physically, caelum is interested in always pursuing his personal development.

caelum stands as a tall dog, with a long body to match. everything abouthim is in proportion, built to move fast and elegantly, while still adequatelyholding his own against the conditions he lives in. for his breed, he's ofaverage height and weight. while he isn't strong enough to hold up long in afight, the harsh land has helped refined his breed's natural horse-likemovements.

his fur is a shade darker than sky blue and covers the top of his back,down to the tip of his tail. his underside is white, along with his muzzle andthe fur surrounding his third eye. after this, it just branches back out toblue markings again. the top of his pelt has a dark blue marking in the shapeof a sun, and his legs are white with blue paws. his ears are large and pointedupwards, with a tail that seems to sport the thickets part of fur on his body:the tip curls over. his fur is mostly thin, apart from around his muzzle andjoints, where it becomes more fluffy--an inheritated trait from the otherbreeds he's been mixed from.

his eyes are almond shaped, with crimson pupils. as well as having usualvision, his face has mutated to facilitate a third eye. this eye is almostreversed from the other two, with red sclera and white pupils. his brain hasadapted to facilitate this change in perception, but cannot preform strenuousamounts of processing, meaning it is often closed. therefore, while caelum'svision is incredible when his third eye is open, he can barely do anything butpercieve his surroundings--doing more than that is far more than his brain canprocess at one time.

(also, basenji dogs stand on their back legs when they're curious aboutthings. so while caelum isn't bipedal, he does often end up 'standing'.)

caelum's appearance hasn't been the best addition to surviving life in the wasteland, often outing him against the background of urban areas. never one to roll with high-stakes, survival was almost-impossible to keep up within the cities. after retreating to the forest to evade another fight, caelum found he was better suited to the environment. climbing was no problem for him, and there was security in hanging around streams to try and let his coat merge in with the water.

from then on, he remained within the forest, only moving around to avoid others. as he grew older, his body seemed to adapt even further to the environment. knowing what he could and couldn't eat was second nature, and his large ears were more than accommodated to picking out the different sounds of danger and food. eventually, he came across the fawnstalker pack and decided they weren't a threat--eventually joining them and offering what abilities and knowledge he could, and has been content to do so ever since.

Her hope of finding someone informative was quickly dashed by the sound of a breaking lock pick. She was either looking at a petty thief, or an incompetent guild member — either way, they didn’t appear much help to her investigation.As much as Terezi wanted to wait for a bigger catch, she couldn’t let smaller crimes go — they were just as bad, and intervention could prevent a shop owner from losing their goods to the murky underground. A quick glance showed no immediate guards, and going to alert one would take too much time. She couldn’t sit around forever; justice was wavering and only she could restore it to it’s full glory. 

There wasn’t a safe way of dealing with a criminal; sometimes the easily intimidated would run off without confrontation, where as others would pull out a blade without a moments notice. Pulling out her Dragonbane would cost too much time — time that could be spent with an enemies dagger slicing through her. She carefully reached for an iron sword instead, taking care not to shuffle around too much. It didn’t look like the thief was overly observant of the area, but that didn’t mean she could be sloppy too. Approaching the thief head on would give him time to run, which left the difficult option of circling around the walls of marketplace. Time was of the essence, and as soon as the sword was in her hands she started moving: ducking low and staying against the wall.

She had no clue what stall the figure was at, but his shuffling cut through the silence of the night — making it almost the perfect condition to track him.The wall eventually cut out, leaving her inches from the thief. In darkness she was completely blind: there were no merging colors to pick apart, just endless black. Terezi still couldn’t identify his exact location, meaning she was going to have to rely on chance and good guessing. Taking a muffled deep breath, she stepped out into the entrance, clutching the handle of the sword. With another breath, it was time to pounce. The next few actions came as a blur, but the end result was all that mattered. A sword under the thief’s throat, and a steady grip on his shoulder. This close to him, she could pick out a vague outline of his body — but still nothing substantial. The only thing that stood out to her was the delicious smell of red snowberries — not a scent she particularly wanted to associate with a criminal. However, there was barely any time to think about that: the thief needed to be dealt with swiftly.