[ti]Finished[/ti]Tiberius Callian || District 2 Feb 16, 2018 23:45:01 GMT -7
Post by Tiberius Callian on Feb 16, 2018 23:45:01 GMT -7
Tiberius Marrik CallianBasic Information
NICKNAMES: Tiberius, Callian, Colonel, Commander, Sir (Feel free to make something up, but he might not appreciate it)
RESIDENCE: District 2
SPECIAL INFO: War Veteran for the Capitol, Colonel ranked training Commander
FACE CLAIM: Jeffrey Dean Morgan
PLAYER ALIAS: KelorFreestyle
Tiberius is the only son of Marrik and Sarila Callian. From his earliest memory, Marrik was the only parent with any hand in raising him. At some time when Tiberius was four years old she simply "vanished" according to his father. Of course the stories the man told of trying to find her were not all that convincing when Tiberius grew older. What parenting credit could not be attributed to Marrik was done by an avox named Judas.
The Callians were afforded some luxuries due to a family history of loyal service to the Capitol. With multiple generations having served in the pre-dark days armed forces there wasn't too much question for the direction which Tiberius himself would go. Marrik was a top level commander in the forces. Ruthless, aggressive, and with no limits to his loyalty Marrik had received plenty of professional recognition from the government and their lovely dictator himself. A man which Tiberius had seen his father stand beside and meet with on a couple occasions. The majority of his memories with his father center around training though. When the man was not out doing whatever the man did to make people in the districts suffer or to advance his own position, he did take some time with his son. Of course from a young age this was focused on methods of violence. Shooting guns, defending himself, and of course some social lessons about knowing his place and asserting himself over those below him. Of the most important of his father's teachings - loyalty and service to the Capitol before all else. As long as the Callians stood with the Capitol - and the Capitol stood in power - the Callians had power.
Tiberius would not call Marrik a good father. Sure he taught him how to survive in the world and prepared him for what should have been a solid future. But he was cold. He was perhaps not as cruel as he was to Judas, the districts, or the soldiers who serve him but he was not kind to his son. Mistakes were painful, failures to meet his marks in school or in his father's lessons in self defense were even more so. Until the day a teenage Tiberius was big enough and skilled enough to fight back this was the case. When a twelve year old Tiberius invited Judas to share a meal with himself and his father to celebrate his birthday, he saw just how little of his father's wrath he had seen. Now Judas had been the compassion in Tiberius' life. The help with school work and the one who helped him to cover the bruises. As comforting and parent like as the man could be without the ability for speech or to leave the home. He surely did more than any of the sitters and tutors which Marrik had hired. Tiberius had known it would be a long shot to ask for, but he had not realized just how bad of an idea it was to recognize any hint of respect for the avox. Between the rants which ensued about how avoxes were worth less than the dirt outside Tiberius managed to ask him what the man had done.
He wasn't prepared for the answer. Judas had been an officer serving under Marrik years before. He worked closely with the family. Too closely. Judas had stolen away Marrik's wife in a two year long affair which had ended in the birth of a half brother of Tiberius. The two had attempted to runaway, caught by Marrik. Sarila, he admitted, was killed. By Marrik's hands no doubt, the child was able to make that connection on his own. Tiberius came to realize the cruelty of Judas' presence in the house. He was sent to his room with a black eye and bloody nose, and without dinner. The next morning Judas was gone, and days later another avox was in his place. One who would not dare even make eye contact Tiberius. And Tiberius would not dare try either. His father's lesson was made without any further words. Questioning their world and faltering in his loyalty only got people killed.
From there Tiberius received his schooling through a military academy. There were hopes that it would shape the boy into a more ideal soldier than one willing to show such compassion. The academy was full of order and discipline. A world where strength and ambition got him far and compassion made life worse. His breaks from this schooling consisted of the times his father chose to bring him out on trips to the districts no doubt to show him how much better he has it. Tiberius became formed into an obedient but strong soldier through the years, shaping into someone who his father might have given a bit of approval. He graduated with high marks. Between his skills and family name he was fortunate to be given an assignment in his home district. Within a year of his now graduated independence he met a woman and ended up married. The only reason his father bothered to show for the wedding was that she was the daughter of one of his closer colleagues.
His first child was born when he was twenty, and within the next five years they had two more children. Tiberius never exhibited the cruelty his father did despite the requirements of his job. He certainly didn't enjoy putting people down like his father had. His satisfaction came in doing his duty and providing for his family. Even if that included caring out orders which he could not morally agree with. He swore he would not be like his father. He succeeded for the most part. There was stability in the family.
He was twenty-nine when the war started. Not opposed to using his father's influence to get further in the world, he had started to work his way up in the ranks. When war broke out he would scoff in the face of the rebels. Perhaps they had an emotional point, but it was a lost cause as far as he was concerned. The Capitol was stability, security, even if it was not a kind world. War only did one thing; it killed people. As such, Tiberius fought the rebels in the name of the Capitol. He became known for being willing to take the difficult missions and enough successes to make his own name. He came to command a few operations and a team of his own. Except for every success they saw, there was equal or greater losses.
The outcome of the war was as uncertain to Tiberius as any. Despite his fervent declarations that a Capitol victory was assured he had his own personal doubt. He saw the destruction first hand and it was not getting any better. About year seven of the war it got a little too close to home. A rebel attack on District 2 burnt their family home to the ground. He was fortunate that his children were in school and not home at the time. Tiberius' wife and his father on the other hand, they were. The Callian name was attached to a few large attacks on rebel districts that resulted in massive casualties, which several rebels took the larger attack on the district as an opportunity to exact their revenge. Tiberius managed to eliminate the rebel attackers, but not before the home was set ablaze. Tiberius managed to run in and pull his wife out of the burning home, and against his better judgement to retrieve Marrik as well. Miss Callian later passed from her injuries in the hospital.
Tiberius handled the loss internally. He used it as best he could to fuel his career and became for the next couple of years a much colder person. It was a major relief in his life when the war came to an end, albeit a destructive end to a war that left his country a shell of the place it had once been. Everyone was suffering and even someone as loyal to his cause as Tiberius was done. The Capitol "victory" meant that Tiberius was honored as a war hero. He was offered a retirement in the Capitol after the signing of the treaty which ended the war. A comfortable life all things considered. Tiberius graciously passed on the offer and opted to return to District 2, rebuild his family's home, and proceeded to help in the building of the Peacekeeper Academy. His father on the other hand took the offer of the easiest life the war torn Panem could offer.
Tiberius can't stand the idea of not working, perhaps because it will leave him too much time to consider his losses and all that he had seen. His ingrained loyalty to the Capitol was to the Capitol as an entity and so as the expectations of the Capitol have shifted so have his priorities. It just happens that the new Peacekeepers are a little more in line with his own moral standings. His willingness to follow the change into peace and his past actions for the Capitol have allowed him to maintain a similar rank in the new force. He has helped in the training of some of the initial recruits. Putting his skills of command and structure to the new force's goals of justice and stability in their world. He feels considerably satisfied on his contributions on that subject.
Currently he serves as a Peacekeeper training commander. Mostly based in District 2 but provides field training and evaluation in any district and the Capitol.
His opinion on the games - well the only thing he hates about it is that two of his own children are of an age they could still be reaped.
His oldest child is now 20, next is 18, and the youngest is 16 (as of the 1st Hunger Games).