Post by Cadian Armana Virria on Apr 8, 2009 18:02:10 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
CadianArmanaVirria
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♦♦I am a boy and I am about 19 years old.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font] Feeling, Pain, Cooking, Sewing, Orphans, Searching, Blankets, Dancing, Singing, Books
Fears: Pain, Fire, Betrayal, Being Used, Crowds, Emotional Moments
Addictions: Pain, Checking Temperature, Books, Searching, Feelings, Honey, Imagining
Character's Position:[/font]
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Mother: Emilie Virria (deceased)
Father: Aiden Virria (deceased)
‘Foster Father’: Mikhail Sventon (deceased)
Description:
Name: Cadian Armana Virria
Age: 19
Height: 5’ 7”
Weight: 93 lbs.
Gender: Male
Day of Birth: December 29
Blood Type: AB
Body Type: Slim, Light
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Birthplace: Maine, Britannia
Personality:[/font]
With all that he’s been through, Cadian has developed a rather pessimistic outlook on life. He doesn’t find true enjoyment in many things, and the few things he does enjoy are those he does alone. He’s lost a great deal of trust in other humans as a whole and despite his desire to do so, he can’t bring himself to trust anyone anymore. Cadian is desperate to trust and desperate to feel, but can’t bring himself to try and do either. He’s seen only the dark side of both.
To most people Cadian comes off rather cold and uncaring, and that’s only half true. He doesn’t care about many things at all but only because he hasn’t found a reason to care about anything outside of himself. The only thing that warms his heart is orphans. Children abandoned or forgotten by their parents are the most innocent type of people. He often volunteers at orphanages and works with the children, teaching them, playing with them, letting them know someone cares.
Cadian is far from cold. While he can’t cry, there are times he wishes to. It is this side of him however that is tightly kept under lock and key. He shows none of his vulnerability to others lest they should exploit it as well. Just because he can’t feel physical pain doesn’t mean he can’t hurt, and the pain of betrayal hurts the most. His smiles may be rare, but it’s because he lacks anything to smile about. He’s lost faith in the world and in himself, but keeps searching for it. He longs to feel and to trust, but he is terrified of both at the same time.
History:
Cadian was born in Maine. Both his parents were immigrants from England who had moved to Maine the year before looking for a more peaceful life. They achieved their goal as best they could with Aiden still working on medical research at Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. Alone at home with the baby for most of the week, it took a near-death experience of overheating for Emilie to realize that something was wrong with Cadian. He was shortly thereafter diagnosed with CIPA, congenital insensitivity to pain. That was the world’s first strike.
While Cadian’s childhood wouldn’t have been normal without his diagnosis, the disorder made it even further away. Growing up Cadian had to check himself for even the smallest injuries and take his temperature several times a day to make sure he didn’t overheat. This eliminated almost any chance of enjoying his early years at school. As early as third grade at the private prep academy he attended, he was singled out as different and exiled from the circles of friends that were slowly forming, but with his parents’ support he didn’t let it bother him much at all. Cadian was always close to his parents, and relied on them for much of his emotional support. They butted heads from time to time as Cadian got older and even more frustrated with constant self checking he had to do, but Cadian always loved them dearly.
It was 13 years later when Cadian gave the world its second strike. He had helped his mother cook dinner that night and volunteered to do the dishes afterward. When he was done, Cadian tossed the towel on the gas stove like he’d seen his mother do so many times then went up to bed, but the stove wasn’t off, and Cadian couldn’t feel the heat. The towel caught fire and sent the entire estate up in flames. By the time help arrived and got the family out of the house Cadian and his parents had to be rushed to the hospital. Both his parents died from their injuries, but Cadian survived.
After the fire a research friend of Cadian’s father, Mikhail, offered to take him in and Cadian moved to New Hampshire with him. Cadian knew very little of the man, but Mikhail apparently knew much about him. He told Cadian that his father always talked about him, and that he knew all about his disorder and how it could help people. Vulnerable and scared as Cadian was, he did anything Mikhail asked of him, and a year later when Cadian was fourteen Mikhail began taking him to the lab almost every evening to run tests and experiments. Persuaded with promises of helping others with his disorder, Cadian never raised an objection; after all he didn’t feel any pain from what Mikhail did to him, so he didn’t think anything was wrong with the experiments.
With no real friends to watch out for his well being, Cadian let the tests continue until his third year of high school. That was when Mikhail began increasing the doses of several drugs to see how they affected him and his sensitivity. The only thing Cadian found that they did was make him nauseous, drowsy, and numb in areas of his body for sometimes days at a time. It was only when those ailments started affecting his school work that Cadian raised an objection. Mikhail was furious. He struck Cadian, saying how ungrateful the boy was and how kind Mikhail was for taking him in and how eager he should be to be of use to someone. The man’s anger only fed Cadian’s own fury and he started to destroy everything, all the samples, all the chemicals, the microscopes, the Bunsen burners, Cadian smashed them all to the floor and the flames caught. For the second time in his life Cadian was caught in a fire he’d caused, and this time he fled. He jumped through the window and fell four stories through the trees to the ground.
Cadian had broken his leg and his arm, it didn’t take much checking to discover that, but feeling no pain had its advantages and he ran. He lost track how long he ran for, but was forced to stop when he arrived at the shore of the Atlantic Ocean. It was as far as he could go for now, and Cadian collapsed exhausted.
When Cadian next woke he was safe in a bed, bandaged, and being watched over by a woman he later knew as Elvira. She was kind to him, but Cadian was anything but to her. He put up with her fussing only because he knew he would get farther if he could run without staggering or limping. For weeks he did nothing but lay in bed or stare angrily out the window, and she let him do as he pleased so long as he didn’t further injure himself.
It was Elvira who first took him to a local orphanage in town. Cadian would spend hours working with the children so like himself. He found joy in life again with the children and Elvira who taught him more of the arts he loved, every dance she knew, every song, every piece of music. Cadian found joy and purpose in being like a son to Elvira, but there was still something missing. He could feel but much of what he felt wasn’t his own. It wasn’t the same. He needed something more.
Cadian turned 18 and continued looking for what he was missing with the children in the orphanage, but that winter Cadian was pushed to the edge of despair again. He headed to the orphanage one evening only to find it in flames. There were only one or two survivors of the fire, and Elvira did everything she could to consol him, and while it was easier to bring him back than when she’d first found him, it was harder to make him smile again. Something in him had broken, and Elvira couldn’t fix it again. Still, she spent another year teaching Cadian anything and everything to keep him from shutting down, and she finally got a small smile to return to his face. Soon after however, Cadian left her care.
The world had its three strikes. His parents, Mikhail, the orphanage, but then there was Elvira who had taught him so much and shown him so much, so Cadian continued for her sake. He went from orphanage to orphanage caring for the children, who were the true casualties of war; however, nowhere has he found what he’s looking for.
Goal or Dream:
Cadian is searching for someone who can make him feel something for the world or himself. He had been content to die twice in his life, but had been denied death both times, and he is looking for a reason to live. His dream is to find something or someone that makes him believe that life it worth living, that there’s something out there that can still make him smile and laugh.
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction: None
Geass: [/font] None
Geass History: Not Applicable
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color][/center]Login Name: cadian
Location: Ohio
Time Zone: EST
Contact: By PM
Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
“Mana! Mana!” Cadian turned at the sound and went to look at the picture two six-year-olds were holding up. “Look what we drew!” Cadian offered a small smile as he looked at the finger painted masterpiece. A depiction of all the children in the orphanage around Cadian who looked like he was reading to them.
“That’s wonderful. You both are going to be wonderful artists someday.” Cadian praised and the twins ran off gleefully to paint something else for him. Cadian watched them run off before returning his attention to the finishing stitch on the dress he was mending for one of the younger girls. Once sure it was secure, Cadian went to place it on her bed. On his way back he paused and stared out the window. It was time to move on from here. He hadn’t found what he was looking for, and wouldn’t find it if he kept lingering here. There were other children he could help too. He would head for Japan next.
Before heading back to the children Cadian quickly checked himself for injuries. He’d been forgetting to check himself lately. He didn’t particularly care if he’d hurt himself, but it would worry the children if he was bleeding in front of them. A few pin pricks but nothing serious. He’d been lucky lately, but his luck would only hold out for so long. That much he knew. With a small smile Cadian returned to the play room and the children instantly gathered around him for a story. That was fine. Tonight he’d stay. Tomorrow he’d leave.
Role Playing Experience in Years: I’ve been role-playing for a while (8-10 years ish). I tend to favor orignal fantasy games but I've done a few anime-based ones too. Looking forward to playing with you all.
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