Post by carelis on Jan 1, 2013 19:05:45 GMT -5
Character Worksheet
Physical Description: Cailro was a tall and wiry individual. The low gravity on his planet of birth allows for such, and thus he is not as strong as many humans from more common systems. He looked slightly awkward but well aware of his presence, and could manipulate himself in a very agile manner. His hair was about two inches long at the bang and kept very nicely, usually with some kind of combing procedure. His skin was light and unmarred by any significant conflict. Through either medicine, genes, or nurture; he did not appear to be very old, wrinkling was minimal and he was still of quick mind. He frequently wore some sort of coat or duster type garment in line with his profession, and carried few supplies at any particular time in the field. He wore a blaster for the sake of carrying a blaster, his preferred method of conflict resolution involved his wrist casters and tranquilizer darts.
Name: Cailro Carelis M.D.
Phonetic Name: (Kale-roh Car-ellis)
Species: Thyferran (Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone/Complexion:White/Light
Height: 6’/1.82m
Weight: 125lb/56.69kg
Scars: None mentionable
Tattoos: None
Build: Tall and Wiry
Left/Right Handed: Left
Background:
Cailro was born on one of the Human colonies of Thyferra, the seat of much of the Kolto production for the Sith Empire. His parents were doctors and researchers, exploring new ways to use the material to help save lives. Despite being under the employ (read: control) of the Empire, there was never any real feeling of loyalty or patriotism, the goal was always to help heal people. The native species of the planet, the Vratix, were treated with disdain or ignorance, despite the fact that their friendliness was the sole reason that the Kolto was made available to the Empire there in the first place.
Cailro had the run of the place as a child. As a planet covered in hills and valleys, speeder and ship flying was the primary method of travel from point to point on a planet. He took a liking to being a part of the flying process and would often sit in his father’s lap and man the controls under supervision. He also had a knack for tinkering, and while he was younger would to the disdain of others take things completely apart. It wasn’t until years later did he really develop the skill to.... put things back together again. He was a quiet kid, and somewhat of a jokester. He would convince other kids to follow him in droves to accomplish these grand schemes thought out to the greatest detail. He became a smooth talker and a lady-chaser, whose boon to leadership was in his intelligence, and eye for simplest solutions, not in abruptness, or force.
His parents, as most parents do, wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become a doctor, a researcher, a healer. Out of respect he patiently listened to their reasoning, and for most of his late adolescence shadowed them in their work, learned some of the skills of the trade, and eventually arrived at a point where he was assisting in their laboratory duties. If you asked him at the time though his heart was never really into the work, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do something his parent’s already did. He found fun in the work in transporting test samples from one lab to another, especially when we was able to fly by himself.
Returning from one such flight in his early twenties is where this story takes a turn. There was a small lab in a large field. The purpose for building and working at this lab was to develop experimental surgical techniques using the effects brought on by Kolto. Most of these experiments were done via computer simulation, and only in rare cases would certain procedures experience animal or sentient testing. Like most Kolto testing labs, there was a giant vat of it in the smallish room. As Cailro stepped out of the one-seater transport he caught a glimpse of a greenish cloud around the facility. Normally a misty cloud of Kolto would be nothing to worry about, but as he approached his lungs filled with such fire that he thought them liquefying the instant he inhaled. Reeling back to the ship in a coughing fit he sat immobile at the foot of the landing feet for an hour before he was able to stagger to the cockpit and retrieve a ventilator mask.
The scene inside was something out of a horror holovid. Durasteel equipment and tables completely melted and destroyed. A thin coating of Kolto covered the entire floor, hissing and bubbling. Through the ventilator mask he could smell that it was in fact Kolto, but this was not what Kolto does. There was no direct evidence of what happened nor was there explanation. He knew his parents were inside as his trip only took half an hour... their coats and gear were still sitting outside the door, and they needed him to get home anyway. There was no Will, there was no letter of confession left by the apologetic doctors who broke under the will of the Empire, no threat of harm, no angry Sith watchfully hovering over them, there was only a thousand or so square feet of bubbling mess. From what little materials he gathered, he was able to recover a datapad cryptically suggesting something about tainted Kolto. It would be years before he caught wind of an Imperial plot to use smugglers to transport poisonous Kolto to Republic friendly resistances and Outposts. The idea was to develop a formula that is slight to detect and almost untraceable, and send it to the most backwater outposts so that by the time word got out, it was too late.
Cailro who was completely on board with his parent’s philosophy of healing found himself shocked at the idea of it being feigned. When word got out about the “Carelis Lab” incident around the colony, he began to find himself less welcome. His parents who were once respected and revered, who treated all with respect and made great strides in the medical industries, were on the brink of becoming a household name of Thyferran failure. Cailro liquidated his family assets and using their starship fled Empire space to Coruscant. With documents and the auspices of his parents, and forged recommendation letters, he enrolled into medical school, determined to do greater good than what his parents accomplished. His prior knowledge allowed him to progress quickly. While enrolled he took part in recovery efforts around the city, and in aiding impoverished who “don’t know the falsehood of a comfortable life.” In the process he converted his Starship into a sort of mobile hospital or research station.
Upon graduating he spent most of his time flying in and out of Republic, Civilian, and even criminal outposts, offering news and medical treatment to those ill. The sometimes difficult landing and tight spaces challenged his flying skill, people at places he frequented came up with all sorts of nicknames, but none really stuck. He usually avoided direct conflict, but has proven more than willing to walk upright across a field of blaster fire to drag a wounded person in each hand, from either side of the conflict, and pull them aside for treatment.
As he aged he became more concerned with treating the cause of the problem and not just the symptoms. He still flew from port to port delivering aid and accepting meager payments, but he became more and more aware of the Empire’s role in the destruction of so many livelihoods. He began to sign on to various causes, planetary struggles, and fly with wings of other pilots in space endeavors. He spent a considerable amount of time with various Mandalorian clans in their field hospitals, as they are able to come up with some of the most complicated injuries imaginable. With every mission, every experience, he evaluated the issues and thought about how they could be done better. There were few leaders who mastered efficiency enough to keep him around long and soon he began to develop his own plans and create his own followings.
Birthplace: Theyferra
Childhood: See Background.
Parents: See Background.
Sibling: None.
Result of Childhood: See Background. Mostly to wipe out the perceived harm of his parents, and uphold the values that they held in falsehood.
Spouse/Lover: None.
Children: None.
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando’a
Drinks: No
Smokes: No
Speech quirks: Speaks quite softly, almost under his breath in some cases. Never without tone though, the tone of his speech is always clear and presence, and is almost sung.
Personality Qualities: Depends on the power of his words rather than the power of his person. He appeals to whatever he needs to in order to get the point across. Intelligent, and sees the larger picture in most cases.
Personality Flaws: Can develop tunnel vision almost to his own peril. He will walk sternly across a battlefield in order to retrieve an injured person. Can be a bit bipolar, and will often approach a serious situation with humor or silliness, though he is completely serious himself in those intentions.
Profession: Doctor/Pilot
Skill Sets: Trained doctor; with much field experience in various types of injuries including working with little or no legitimate equipment. Capable of formulating many types of drugs. Thinker and Planner; he’s able to bring out the best in others and apply it to situations at hand. Pilot; especially in tight corners and small spaces, cities, forested areas.
Hobbies: Behaviorist; studying the behavior of others and pondering on the psychological reasons for their actions. Tinkerer; taking things apart and putting back together, even if it serves no immediate purpose. Experimenting; has a (bad) habit of trying medical tricks or stims on himself, has been revived more than once by his medical assistant droid.
Religious Beliefs:
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): Help others and be the voice of reason when they start going down the path of ridiculousness.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions?
Responds to most emotions with some sort of dry witty humor or masks his emotional response. After all, you can’t really show fear, frustration, or sadness when you’re treating a scared, frustrated, or sad patient.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Flight
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Sassy/Casual
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert
Calm/Eccentric: Eccentric
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Social
Lover/Fighter: Lover
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Physical Description: Cailro was a tall and wiry individual. The low gravity on his planet of birth allows for such, and thus he is not as strong as many humans from more common systems. He looked slightly awkward but well aware of his presence, and could manipulate himself in a very agile manner. His hair was about two inches long at the bang and kept very nicely, usually with some kind of combing procedure. His skin was light and unmarred by any significant conflict. Through either medicine, genes, or nurture; he did not appear to be very old, wrinkling was minimal and he was still of quick mind. He frequently wore some sort of coat or duster type garment in line with his profession, and carried few supplies at any particular time in the field. He wore a blaster for the sake of carrying a blaster, his preferred method of conflict resolution involved his wrist casters and tranquilizer darts.
Name: Cailro Carelis M.D.
Phonetic Name: (Kale-roh Car-ellis)
Species: Thyferran (Human)
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone/Complexion:White/Light
Height: 6’/1.82m
Weight: 125lb/56.69kg
Scars: None mentionable
Tattoos: None
Build: Tall and Wiry
Left/Right Handed: Left
Background:
Cailro was born on one of the Human colonies of Thyferra, the seat of much of the Kolto production for the Sith Empire. His parents were doctors and researchers, exploring new ways to use the material to help save lives. Despite being under the employ (read: control) of the Empire, there was never any real feeling of loyalty or patriotism, the goal was always to help heal people. The native species of the planet, the Vratix, were treated with disdain or ignorance, despite the fact that their friendliness was the sole reason that the Kolto was made available to the Empire there in the first place.
Cailro had the run of the place as a child. As a planet covered in hills and valleys, speeder and ship flying was the primary method of travel from point to point on a planet. He took a liking to being a part of the flying process and would often sit in his father’s lap and man the controls under supervision. He also had a knack for tinkering, and while he was younger would to the disdain of others take things completely apart. It wasn’t until years later did he really develop the skill to.... put things back together again. He was a quiet kid, and somewhat of a jokester. He would convince other kids to follow him in droves to accomplish these grand schemes thought out to the greatest detail. He became a smooth talker and a lady-chaser, whose boon to leadership was in his intelligence, and eye for simplest solutions, not in abruptness, or force.
His parents, as most parents do, wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become a doctor, a researcher, a healer. Out of respect he patiently listened to their reasoning, and for most of his late adolescence shadowed them in their work, learned some of the skills of the trade, and eventually arrived at a point where he was assisting in their laboratory duties. If you asked him at the time though his heart was never really into the work, he wasn’t sure he wanted to do something his parent’s already did. He found fun in the work in transporting test samples from one lab to another, especially when we was able to fly by himself.
Returning from one such flight in his early twenties is where this story takes a turn. There was a small lab in a large field. The purpose for building and working at this lab was to develop experimental surgical techniques using the effects brought on by Kolto. Most of these experiments were done via computer simulation, and only in rare cases would certain procedures experience animal or sentient testing. Like most Kolto testing labs, there was a giant vat of it in the smallish room. As Cailro stepped out of the one-seater transport he caught a glimpse of a greenish cloud around the facility. Normally a misty cloud of Kolto would be nothing to worry about, but as he approached his lungs filled with such fire that he thought them liquefying the instant he inhaled. Reeling back to the ship in a coughing fit he sat immobile at the foot of the landing feet for an hour before he was able to stagger to the cockpit and retrieve a ventilator mask.
The scene inside was something out of a horror holovid. Durasteel equipment and tables completely melted and destroyed. A thin coating of Kolto covered the entire floor, hissing and bubbling. Through the ventilator mask he could smell that it was in fact Kolto, but this was not what Kolto does. There was no direct evidence of what happened nor was there explanation. He knew his parents were inside as his trip only took half an hour... their coats and gear were still sitting outside the door, and they needed him to get home anyway. There was no Will, there was no letter of confession left by the apologetic doctors who broke under the will of the Empire, no threat of harm, no angry Sith watchfully hovering over them, there was only a thousand or so square feet of bubbling mess. From what little materials he gathered, he was able to recover a datapad cryptically suggesting something about tainted Kolto. It would be years before he caught wind of an Imperial plot to use smugglers to transport poisonous Kolto to Republic friendly resistances and Outposts. The idea was to develop a formula that is slight to detect and almost untraceable, and send it to the most backwater outposts so that by the time word got out, it was too late.
Cailro who was completely on board with his parent’s philosophy of healing found himself shocked at the idea of it being feigned. When word got out about the “Carelis Lab” incident around the colony, he began to find himself less welcome. His parents who were once respected and revered, who treated all with respect and made great strides in the medical industries, were on the brink of becoming a household name of Thyferran failure. Cailro liquidated his family assets and using their starship fled Empire space to Coruscant. With documents and the auspices of his parents, and forged recommendation letters, he enrolled into medical school, determined to do greater good than what his parents accomplished. His prior knowledge allowed him to progress quickly. While enrolled he took part in recovery efforts around the city, and in aiding impoverished who “don’t know the falsehood of a comfortable life.” In the process he converted his Starship into a sort of mobile hospital or research station.
Upon graduating he spent most of his time flying in and out of Republic, Civilian, and even criminal outposts, offering news and medical treatment to those ill. The sometimes difficult landing and tight spaces challenged his flying skill, people at places he frequented came up with all sorts of nicknames, but none really stuck. He usually avoided direct conflict, but has proven more than willing to walk upright across a field of blaster fire to drag a wounded person in each hand, from either side of the conflict, and pull them aside for treatment.
As he aged he became more concerned with treating the cause of the problem and not just the symptoms. He still flew from port to port delivering aid and accepting meager payments, but he became more and more aware of the Empire’s role in the destruction of so many livelihoods. He began to sign on to various causes, planetary struggles, and fly with wings of other pilots in space endeavors. He spent a considerable amount of time with various Mandalorian clans in their field hospitals, as they are able to come up with some of the most complicated injuries imaginable. With every mission, every experience, he evaluated the issues and thought about how they could be done better. There were few leaders who mastered efficiency enough to keep him around long and soon he began to develop his own plans and create his own followings.
Birthplace: Theyferra
Childhood: See Background.
Parents: See Background.
Sibling: None.
Result of Childhood: See Background. Mostly to wipe out the perceived harm of his parents, and uphold the values that they held in falsehood.
Spouse/Lover: None.
Children: None.
Languages: Basic, Huttese, Mando’a
Drinks: No
Smokes: No
Speech quirks: Speaks quite softly, almost under his breath in some cases. Never without tone though, the tone of his speech is always clear and presence, and is almost sung.
Personality Qualities: Depends on the power of his words rather than the power of his person. He appeals to whatever he needs to in order to get the point across. Intelligent, and sees the larger picture in most cases.
Personality Flaws: Can develop tunnel vision almost to his own peril. He will walk sternly across a battlefield in order to retrieve an injured person. Can be a bit bipolar, and will often approach a serious situation with humor or silliness, though he is completely serious himself in those intentions.
Profession: Doctor/Pilot
Skill Sets: Trained doctor; with much field experience in various types of injuries including working with little or no legitimate equipment. Capable of formulating many types of drugs. Thinker and Planner; he’s able to bring out the best in others and apply it to situations at hand. Pilot; especially in tight corners and small spaces, cities, forested areas.
Hobbies: Behaviorist; studying the behavior of others and pondering on the psychological reasons for their actions. Tinkerer; taking things apart and putting back together, even if it serves no immediate purpose. Experimenting; has a (bad) habit of trying medical tricks or stims on himself, has been revived more than once by his medical assistant droid.
Religious Beliefs:
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): Help others and be the voice of reason when they start going down the path of ridiculousness.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions?
Responds to most emotions with some sort of dry witty humor or masks his emotional response. After all, you can’t really show fear, frustration, or sadness when you’re treating a scared, frustrated, or sad patient.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Flight
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Sassy/Casual
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert
Calm/Eccentric: Eccentric
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Social
Lover/Fighter: Lover
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