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CHARACTER INFORMATION
BASIC INFORMATIONCANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION: Morlocks
FULL NAME: Unknown
CODENAME: Caliban
NICKNAMES: Cal.
CURRENT AGE: 26
DATE OF BIRTH: August 20
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Wherever the Morlocks go, he goes; the sewers
TIME AT INSTITUTE: N/A
HOMETOWN: Manhatten
KNOWN RELATIVES: None known
PHYSICAL APPEARANCEHEIGHT: 5'8"
BUILD: Muscular
EYES: White
HAIR: None
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Pale White skin, claws and teeth.
CLOTHING STYLE: When he is at home, Caliban will usually walk around with no shirt. However, when on the surface, Caliban will wear clothes much larger than needed to hide his appearance. Usually, the clothes are ripped or very old.
UNIFORM: N/A
POWERSGENERAL DESCRIPTION: Caliban's primary ability comes from his mutation this is the ability to detect other superhuman Mutants. The nature of how this works has never been fully considered by Caliban. Its manifestation is often regarded by him as being somewhere between sensing a shining presence (telepathic) and scent (often gives him a scratching sensation in his nose).
He has the ability to distinguish between the auras of different mutants and their juxtaposition to him within a large, although not vast, area. Having lived in the darkness for such a long time, his eyes can natrurally adapt to the darkness. With this Caliban has a sort of night vision. Caliban has teeth and claws sharp enough to cut through some types of metal.
Caliban is a good tracker and despite his size; very stealthy, these skills are often put to use in conjunction with his mutant detection ability, making him an ideal choice for reconnaissance work. In a fight he will often rely on the edge that his strength and speed give him to win. Against well trained opponents he has often been got the better of and so prefers ambush tactics where his opponent have little chance to retaliate.
WEAKNESS: Caliban can certainly not pass as human, to do so would be foolish. Caliban is skilled in street fighting, but if up against a well trained they will often get the best of him. For he can only rely on his strength and speed.
PERSONALITYCaliban is not inherently cruel, however events in his life have led him to make questionable decisions regarding his conduct. While he hates to betray those he considers friends, he has often landed himself in a conflict with them and rarely has he come out with the advantage. He is simple minded man, not unintelligent but certainly lacking wisdom when it comes to following the morals he would value if given counsel. He has been known to stop an attack due to the correct persuasion. Caliban will do anything for the ones he trusts and the ones he calls friends and family. Caliban is not entirely unromantic in his views, he has proved to others that his manner can be traditionally gentleman like even though the favour is rarely returned.
HISTORY Little explanation has been given to account for this mutant's early history. Whether he was born to freakish looks or if they slowly manifested over time; he has never said. However it seems that it was his father that adopted for him the name of "Caliban"; the grotesque being in William Shakespeare's The Tempest, and is the closest thing he has to a real name.
At some point Caliban was recruited by the mutant Callisto to use his superhuman ability to locate other mutants, whom she organized into the underground community known as the Morlocks. These Morlocks were marked out from other people by their disturbing appearances, more often enforced by the creature 'Masque'. Caliban lived beneath the Manhattan streets with them, but kept himself out of their affairs as often as he could help it.
The sewers, the place he has learened to call home. However, there are times when violence and courage are needed. In his current state, Caliban has been unable to help in this. How is he supposed to help his leader and best friend, Callisto. Luckily, after a few months of living in the sewers with the Morlocks, Caliban is struck with pain. The bones under his skin seem to be going outward. After five days of excruciating pain, Caliban wakes up to an unfamiliar face and body. His body has increased in mass: becoming bulkier, stronger, and faster. His face has undergone a complete transformation. A thick armor plating has formed around his face. His teeth have become sharp and fang like. His claws have grown and sharpened. Should Caliban see this as a curse or a blessing, he does not know. With this change in body, he will be able to help the Morlocks more than he has been, but will be unable to hide his looks behind normal clothes outside of the sewers.
As he suspected, Caliban was able to help in more way now than he could ever before. Such as danger from the outside world. When SWAT team members rushed through the sewers, he worried about his fellow Morlocks. Unselfishly, he used himself as bait and led them away from the path that leads towards the main Morlock area. After being imprisoned for many months, he able to escape and flee.
After hearing about the flood in the sewers, Caliban lingers around the old Morlock tunnels, his former home. This is where is currently, trying to find Callisto and regain the Morlocks.
DURING APOCALYPSE: During Apocalypse's invasion, Caliban was leading the Morlocks. For a certain amount of time, he led the Morlocks into Xavier's mansion. After Apocalypse was stopped, Caliban set out to help a friend in need, but he is back and will rejoin Callisto and the Morlocks.
SAMPLE RP POST:He paused to take stock. With heavy breath Caliban realised his pursuit was fast reaching its conclusion. The SWAT team was still up and hot on his trail, they're boots splashing in the water below. The spotlight centred on him, flooding the roof with halogen light. Caliban's feet skittered as he made a sharp turn in direction to avoid the dazzling light. As the ladder leading upward loomed closer Caliban forced himself into a running jump. The air whistled in his ears as his momentum carried him towards the ladder. If he was to have any hope of escape he needed to keep ahead of them and some how lose them down the road.
His landing was off, a metal bar had connected with his ankle. Fortunatly he was able to hang on and climb up. Once he got his momentum back, he was able to keep moving. The delay was costly.
"He went up here!" said one of the SWAT team's members. After a giving a simple growl. Caliban kept moving. After a few paces he could hear, but not understand what one of the SWAT team's members yelled. But he was aware that it sounded like "OPEN FIRE!" Two of three darts fired by a SWAT member plunged into Caliban's calf-muscle. A few heartbeats later Caliban found it difficult to stand. Letting out a bellowing curse, Caliban wondered what had happened to provoke such a determined pursuit from these humans. He staggered to the edge of this new building and let himself fall the remainder of the way. Fortunately the trashcan that broke his fall crumpled without difficulty. His head swam and the two or three mutants auras he was aware of swam with it.
Some choppers closed the distance. He was aware of the faint zipping sound as men descended by rope to the ground. and their clattering feet provoked Caliban to a final surge. Rolling to an uncertain footing Caliban barrelled forward. One man, dangerously close, caught it under the chin and sailed upward but not before this exhibition had Caliban peppered with tranquilliser darts. The sight of this monster still lumbering forward was cause for consternation, causing panicked fire and shouts for back up in language Caliban would be unlikely to ever learn. The amount of poison it took before Caliban's conciousness bottomed out was beyond any doctor would recomend.
Days, perhaps months later...
The dreary metal cell was opened to his eyes and he felt bound by something beyond his strength to brake. Caliban's shackles looked to be more than physical restraints, he wasn't certain but he surmised as much from their convoluted design. In truth he felt drained; blocked from a sense he had been accustomed to for many years. Their was no familiar presence. He had hoped to sense the burning beacon of a forgiving friend, a mutant like himself. Not since that dreadful return to the empty Alley beneath Manhattan had he come across such emptiness.
A slot in the door, two humans.
<'Hey, the Gene-joke's awake! Inform the commander.'>
Caliban's thoughts whirled as he tried to assess his situation.
Caliban is the humans captive. The chase is the last thing he remembers. In the humans city, hunted then, but by whom? How long has Caliban been imprisoned?
The Morlock's thoughts were interrupted by the formal approach of a military man and the other who approached a little closer, a middle-aged woman in a lab coat. She spoke both an unfamiliar language and another much more familiar. This was evident in her converse.
Caliban gnashed his teeth and adopted other defensive postures. The woman blanched at first, but was quickly reassured by the guard's valiant attempt at beating the restrained mutant across the face in defence of her. She smiled and calmly insisted that the man stop. He consented.
'You have been quite an asset to us here over the last few months mutant.'
Caliban was alarmed at this news. He felt a rage well up at his own apparent helplessness and the indignity of his capture. 'Months!? Caliban is not yours to keep against his will, why is he here? He demands his release!'
'Hmm? Instead you will go where we require you. We have finalised the details of your transfer and I guarantee you will find your new accommodations to your benefit.' The woman turned as if to leave, an effect that, despite the cliché, added to the tension. 'You have quite a unique talent Mr, heh, Caliban. One that has made us very glad you visited and we are all very grateful to you for your service'.
As the woman and her guard left his cell, Caliban felt that his situation here was becoming increasingly ominous.
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