Post by Cale Rosiér on Nov 9, 2007 8:58:59 GMT 1
Cale Rosiér
(A few seniors on the wrestling team tentatively call him Rosie in an endearing way, and Cale allows it out of respect for fellow wrestlers. It's just in practice though, to his knowledge, no one else knows about it.)
Ethnicity: 1 part Polish, 1 part Czech, 1 part Spanish, 2 parts German, 3 parts French (A native of France for the first 8 years of his life, but he has no accent and hides his near-perfect fluency)
Age: 16 years old
Height/Weight: 5'10 and 160 pounds
Appearance (body): At first glance, fully clothed, it is impossible to recognize Cale Rosiér as a physical threat. However, he he is alarmingly strong for his stature. The definition on his muscles is impressive, though intimidation is still nearly impossible due to his small stature. His facial features are sharp and almost feminane.
Appearance (dress): Cale rejects his innate sense for fashion in every way, knowing it could single him out as a wuss. He generally wears only t-shirts, jeans, plain sweatshirts, and sneakers, and would seldom dare accessorize in any way short of his Hircine High Wrestling winter hat. Still, he cannot bear to keep his hygiene anything but immaculate. His nails are finely trimmed, his clothes are never dirty, and his hair, while never neat, is always washed.
Eyes/Hair: Rosiér has very pale, blue eyes, the kind that girls don't even like because they're a little imposing in an eerie way, no matter what you do. His hair is light brown and scraggly, pointing every which way a large portion of the time. It's long, but only for a normal boy haircut. It's not nearly enough to be put in a ponytail, and his bangs (if they went straight down) would only go to about the eyes. He gets it cut sparingly, and doesn't usually take very much off.
Tendancies: Following his theme of meek appearance, he tends to remain on the balls of his feet in an awkward way. He leans when he stands, appearing shorter than he is, and has a very brisk, mechanical walk that would seem to alude to nervousness or anxiety of some kind. He is a habitual smoker, occasionally stealing cigarettes from freshman with a sharp tongue and violence to back it up. He generally refrains from talking for fear of saying anything intelligent or colorful so as to avoid attention. Yet, at times, when provoked to anger, he can't bear to let people get away with verbally abusing him. When he does blow up, he can carry on quite a bit, often becoming very inventive with his attacks and insulting phrases. Like previously mentioned, Cale Rosiér is normally reserved, playing his guitar in his room and listening to headphones and smoking outside, favoring his own imagination to the conversation of others. If no one is watching, he doodles or writes in a red notebook. It is a portal to insanity, his scribbles and pictures, and he takes extensive measures to make sure no one sees the inside. It is his way of staying awake in class and organizing his idle thoughts in his spare time. To summerize, though he takes pride in his activities and hobbies and tries to not completely hate the monotony of the day, the main thing on his mind is to do his time at Hircine High and then get far away, starting a new life doing something that'd make his mom proud. His wrestling is just a hobby and the fights he gets into are just a means to an end. In his eyes, it's time to stop being a child and get on with life.
Extracurricular: Though he prefers spare time for training and music as an outlet, he has a small reputation as a wrestler. He is one of the best on the team, and has little competition in the 155 pound weight class. His record is always very good and his talent for physical domination truly shines on the mat.
History: Cale was born in Grenoble, France and moved to America when he was 8 years old. In France, his uncle Vincènt taught him all about grappling, taking special note to incorporate every wrestling move with the modifications necessary to fight on the street. An arm bar can subdue a man, but it can also incapacitate him just as a takedown can bring a man off his feet or it can crack his ribs with the weight and momentum of the grappler landing squarely on his torso. Cale was always a passive, caring child and rejected most forms of aggression. He saw his father as a crude and barbaric man as he had habits of drinking and occasion physical abuse. When his mother finally left the house when he was 7 years old, Cale Rosiér lost his inspiration, his love, and his mind. His mild manners fell away, his attention to his school work dissappeared, and his conscience placed the blame squarely on his dear old dad.
When it finally became too much to bear, his fighting in school and refusal to do anything productive, he and his father moved to America. There, his father could be employed at a more successful installment of the company he worked for in France. He had also planned to send his son to school in Varron city, but settled to send him to a more nearby academy. He believed Cale's deviance had stopped, but really, Cale had only retreated into his own thoughts in his own best interests. Meanwhile, he constantly got into fights, developed problems with drugs at a startlingly young age, and somehow kept it all a secret. He thus avoided punishment, counceling, and all such forms of negative attention for a long time.
After the dust cleared from his rebellious youth and he had exhausted his passions senseless fights and substance abuse, his clear mind still reasoned that his debt to his mother and his uncle (his mother's brother) was never settled. He had finally put the pieces together: His uncle had trained him to protect him from the harshest aspects of life, but had mainly intended to defend him against his greatest foe: His father. On a cold, late October day, Cale Rosiér slept through his morning classes. He played video games through his afternoon classes. He did not call his school and he did not leave the house. When his father, Louis Rosiér, returned from work, he found his son waiting for him with clenched fists, his hot breath fogging the air steadily around his pursed lips. At 15 years old, Cale turned his father from an upstanding, respectable man into a decrepid, shambling mass, shuffling about the office on crutches for the rest of his days. His father had heard stories about the things that happened at the school in Varron City and hasily made a few phone calls. Only, his requests were denied. The school had been shut down, its students released and sent to other locations. Being a fairly powerful man with many friends and contacts, he did some snooping to get the dirt on what had happened. His lust for revenge was sated when he learned of the new fate of the most savage gang-leaders and criminals. Cale would soon join them all at Hircine High.
Fighting Style: (Scrapper/Grappler) Cale Rosiér's understanding of the art of wrestling goes above and beyond what one can learn from even the most highly-recommeded camps or accomplished veteran grapplers. On the mat, he is a giant among ants, and every move he makes is a fluid blur towards inevitable victory. Off the mat, he is an accomplished striker, delivering a barrage of hits to the head. When faced with a worthy match, he is not afraid to poke an eye or kick someone in the groin. Yet most of the boxing and standard street fighting he does is used in conjunction with his real aggressive abilities. His uncle trained him well in striking, and he has fought at a few standard martial art studios to diversify his physical prowess, but his real strength lies in grappling. Unless he is dealing with an easy opponent, all of his movements in a fight are ways of opening his prey up to be wrestled. Once he can grab a wrist, he can usually fandangle a way to be much too close for comfort to you. Once he's inside your striking range, he can muscle a number of horrible tactics, many of which involve his prey lying face down, enjoying the feeling of their forehead smashing against the sidewalk or their arm being twisted a way that God had not intended it to twist. His knack for grappling is always critiqued as useless on the street, but is never doubted again once witnessed. Anyone can throw a punch, but once that is taken away, very few know how to continue the fight.
Strengths: Once in action, Cale appears nearly invincible. He is confident, strong, blindingly fast, and an intelligent fighter. He hits hard from far away, but really excels at grappling.
Weaknesses: Though being strong for his size and able to manipulate momentum very proficiently, he is still a pretty thin guy, not aided by his tendency to cut a couple pounds for the wrestling team by refraining from eating for a few days at a time. He is fast, but relies on avoiding hits rather than toughing them out. He cannot suffer well through head trauma or excessive damage of any kind, and even when he can still stand, is not at 100% if he has taken any amount of injury. Also, his excellent grip strength and utilization of momentum only go so far against someone of gigantic stature. He has a hard time against someone whose wrist is too big to grab onto, whose waist is too big to wrap his arms around, and whose body is too massive to push or pull in any way.
Stuff: Cale Rosiér borrowed a gun from his friend back home in New York and never returned it and stole a knife back at the height of his lawbreaking career. He knew that he may have call for them at his new "home", but generally frowns on the idea of using them and certainly does not want to be caught with them. He has hidden them near a storage garage downtown where they appeared to be out of sight, but it cannot be certain that they'll still be there if he ever really needed them.
Other notable possessions include an old, red clumsy bicycle and a cheap, blood red electric guitar with an amp too big to lug all over the place but too small to be anything impressive.
(A few seniors on the wrestling team tentatively call him Rosie in an endearing way, and Cale allows it out of respect for fellow wrestlers. It's just in practice though, to his knowledge, no one else knows about it.)
Ethnicity: 1 part Polish, 1 part Czech, 1 part Spanish, 2 parts German, 3 parts French (A native of France for the first 8 years of his life, but he has no accent and hides his near-perfect fluency)
Age: 16 years old
Height/Weight: 5'10 and 160 pounds
Appearance (body): At first glance, fully clothed, it is impossible to recognize Cale Rosiér as a physical threat. However, he he is alarmingly strong for his stature. The definition on his muscles is impressive, though intimidation is still nearly impossible due to his small stature. His facial features are sharp and almost feminane.
Appearance (dress): Cale rejects his innate sense for fashion in every way, knowing it could single him out as a wuss. He generally wears only t-shirts, jeans, plain sweatshirts, and sneakers, and would seldom dare accessorize in any way short of his Hircine High Wrestling winter hat. Still, he cannot bear to keep his hygiene anything but immaculate. His nails are finely trimmed, his clothes are never dirty, and his hair, while never neat, is always washed.
Eyes/Hair: Rosiér has very pale, blue eyes, the kind that girls don't even like because they're a little imposing in an eerie way, no matter what you do. His hair is light brown and scraggly, pointing every which way a large portion of the time. It's long, but only for a normal boy haircut. It's not nearly enough to be put in a ponytail, and his bangs (if they went straight down) would only go to about the eyes. He gets it cut sparingly, and doesn't usually take very much off.
Tendancies: Following his theme of meek appearance, he tends to remain on the balls of his feet in an awkward way. He leans when he stands, appearing shorter than he is, and has a very brisk, mechanical walk that would seem to alude to nervousness or anxiety of some kind. He is a habitual smoker, occasionally stealing cigarettes from freshman with a sharp tongue and violence to back it up. He generally refrains from talking for fear of saying anything intelligent or colorful so as to avoid attention. Yet, at times, when provoked to anger, he can't bear to let people get away with verbally abusing him. When he does blow up, he can carry on quite a bit, often becoming very inventive with his attacks and insulting phrases. Like previously mentioned, Cale Rosiér is normally reserved, playing his guitar in his room and listening to headphones and smoking outside, favoring his own imagination to the conversation of others. If no one is watching, he doodles or writes in a red notebook. It is a portal to insanity, his scribbles and pictures, and he takes extensive measures to make sure no one sees the inside. It is his way of staying awake in class and organizing his idle thoughts in his spare time. To summerize, though he takes pride in his activities and hobbies and tries to not completely hate the monotony of the day, the main thing on his mind is to do his time at Hircine High and then get far away, starting a new life doing something that'd make his mom proud. His wrestling is just a hobby and the fights he gets into are just a means to an end. In his eyes, it's time to stop being a child and get on with life.
Extracurricular: Though he prefers spare time for training and music as an outlet, he has a small reputation as a wrestler. He is one of the best on the team, and has little competition in the 155 pound weight class. His record is always very good and his talent for physical domination truly shines on the mat.
History: Cale was born in Grenoble, France and moved to America when he was 8 years old. In France, his uncle Vincènt taught him all about grappling, taking special note to incorporate every wrestling move with the modifications necessary to fight on the street. An arm bar can subdue a man, but it can also incapacitate him just as a takedown can bring a man off his feet or it can crack his ribs with the weight and momentum of the grappler landing squarely on his torso. Cale was always a passive, caring child and rejected most forms of aggression. He saw his father as a crude and barbaric man as he had habits of drinking and occasion physical abuse. When his mother finally left the house when he was 7 years old, Cale Rosiér lost his inspiration, his love, and his mind. His mild manners fell away, his attention to his school work dissappeared, and his conscience placed the blame squarely on his dear old dad.
When it finally became too much to bear, his fighting in school and refusal to do anything productive, he and his father moved to America. There, his father could be employed at a more successful installment of the company he worked for in France. He had also planned to send his son to school in Varron city, but settled to send him to a more nearby academy. He believed Cale's deviance had stopped, but really, Cale had only retreated into his own thoughts in his own best interests. Meanwhile, he constantly got into fights, developed problems with drugs at a startlingly young age, and somehow kept it all a secret. He thus avoided punishment, counceling, and all such forms of negative attention for a long time.
After the dust cleared from his rebellious youth and he had exhausted his passions senseless fights and substance abuse, his clear mind still reasoned that his debt to his mother and his uncle (his mother's brother) was never settled. He had finally put the pieces together: His uncle had trained him to protect him from the harshest aspects of life, but had mainly intended to defend him against his greatest foe: His father. On a cold, late October day, Cale Rosiér slept through his morning classes. He played video games through his afternoon classes. He did not call his school and he did not leave the house. When his father, Louis Rosiér, returned from work, he found his son waiting for him with clenched fists, his hot breath fogging the air steadily around his pursed lips. At 15 years old, Cale turned his father from an upstanding, respectable man into a decrepid, shambling mass, shuffling about the office on crutches for the rest of his days. His father had heard stories about the things that happened at the school in Varron City and hasily made a few phone calls. Only, his requests were denied. The school had been shut down, its students released and sent to other locations. Being a fairly powerful man with many friends and contacts, he did some snooping to get the dirt on what had happened. His lust for revenge was sated when he learned of the new fate of the most savage gang-leaders and criminals. Cale would soon join them all at Hircine High.
Fighting Style: (Scrapper/Grappler) Cale Rosiér's understanding of the art of wrestling goes above and beyond what one can learn from even the most highly-recommeded camps or accomplished veteran grapplers. On the mat, he is a giant among ants, and every move he makes is a fluid blur towards inevitable victory. Off the mat, he is an accomplished striker, delivering a barrage of hits to the head. When faced with a worthy match, he is not afraid to poke an eye or kick someone in the groin. Yet most of the boxing and standard street fighting he does is used in conjunction with his real aggressive abilities. His uncle trained him well in striking, and he has fought at a few standard martial art studios to diversify his physical prowess, but his real strength lies in grappling. Unless he is dealing with an easy opponent, all of his movements in a fight are ways of opening his prey up to be wrestled. Once he can grab a wrist, he can usually fandangle a way to be much too close for comfort to you. Once he's inside your striking range, he can muscle a number of horrible tactics, many of which involve his prey lying face down, enjoying the feeling of their forehead smashing against the sidewalk or their arm being twisted a way that God had not intended it to twist. His knack for grappling is always critiqued as useless on the street, but is never doubted again once witnessed. Anyone can throw a punch, but once that is taken away, very few know how to continue the fight.
Strengths: Once in action, Cale appears nearly invincible. He is confident, strong, blindingly fast, and an intelligent fighter. He hits hard from far away, but really excels at grappling.
Weaknesses: Though being strong for his size and able to manipulate momentum very proficiently, he is still a pretty thin guy, not aided by his tendency to cut a couple pounds for the wrestling team by refraining from eating for a few days at a time. He is fast, but relies on avoiding hits rather than toughing them out. He cannot suffer well through head trauma or excessive damage of any kind, and even when he can still stand, is not at 100% if he has taken any amount of injury. Also, his excellent grip strength and utilization of momentum only go so far against someone of gigantic stature. He has a hard time against someone whose wrist is too big to grab onto, whose waist is too big to wrap his arms around, and whose body is too massive to push or pull in any way.
Stuff: Cale Rosiér borrowed a gun from his friend back home in New York and never returned it and stole a knife back at the height of his lawbreaking career. He knew that he may have call for them at his new "home", but generally frowns on the idea of using them and certainly does not want to be caught with them. He has hidden them near a storage garage downtown where they appeared to be out of sight, but it cannot be certain that they'll still be there if he ever really needed them.
Other notable possessions include an old, red clumsy bicycle and a cheap, blood red electric guitar with an amp too big to lug all over the place but too small to be anything impressive.
