Illiam Cale
Overview
Race: Human
Birthday & Age: Deceased
Gender: Male
Illiam Cale was a great many things, including but not limited to; bandit, cutthroat, mercenary, killer, guard, farmer, shopkeeper and lover. Yet, it was his final act upon Mizahar that would define what he became. More then a memory, but rather a collection of a lifetime's worth of emotions, dreams and aspirations. A shadow of what once was, this husk of a creature can never truly amount to the things that was achieved during life. It remains to be seen wether this is a curse or a blessing for Illiam Cale's ghost. |
 Beginning
Illiam Cale was born to a poor family in Treval. Raised among the poorer parts of the famed Alahean capitol, Illiam learned the value of money about the same time he learned that most problems could be solved with physical violence. From this point on, the young man became obsessed with earning a quick coin, wether running packages for the local gangs, or turning in other runners to the authorities for the reward. Playing both sides, the young man found out the hard way about loyalty.
Leaving the city, he made his way to the west without looking back. From here, he lost track of time. Days became months as he developed a sword-arm. With age came more jobs. With jobs came money. With money came content. Still, a greed consumed the man, and with the innumerable skirmishes and all out wars between the Aleahea and Suva empires, there was ample opportunity for coin. A mercenary with a growing reputation Cale participated in numerous questionable jobs for both sides. Sometimes a spy in a market, sometimes an escort for a caravan, others the bandit lying in wait, Cale's career could only be described as 'colorful'. Never discriminating between jobs, Illiam Cale became a known name, and with this fame, a group of like-minded people. Not necessarily a natural leader, or a suave tactician, Illiam made up for it with raw experience, and a constant vigor. |
 End |
 Appearance
In his current state, Cale appears much as he did during his last moments of life. Emanciated, starving, and battle worn. Numerous injuries and scars cover the lithe frame. With nothing else to feed on, the body turned from stored fats to muscle.
Standing at roughly 5'6 Cale isn't exactly a towering figure. In life he was quite broad for his height. The arms hold the most striking feature, both have been burnt to the point of charring. The blackened limbs are a result of one of his final acts, and if asked, he can still feel the pain. To hide his morbid features, the spirit often appears in thick fur coats, with bandaged arms.
The man was approximately 25 years of age upon his death, and looks as much. |
Personality During life, Cale was a rather colorful individual, with not a care in the world. Despite his complete lack of an education, or even, the ability to read, he made up for it by being overly loud, and acting exactly how he felt. Almost like an oversized child, his philosophy on life centered around instinct. What was, well... was. Boisterous sometimes, furious others, he was akin to a storm. Not a particularly deep individual, his own death hardly affected his psyche. The events leading up to, however, did. The destruction of the world played its role as well, and now the once lively man has changed. Where bright eyes once roved, cool embers stare at nothing. While he can be found watching whatever battles might be occuring, he almost never speaks. When he does, its always a bit off, as if he's not entirely sure whats going on. |
Extra Notes *Cale is terrified of anything that remotely resembles a Golem. Animated armor, Pycons, Constructs. It will all drive him to stark terror.
*Cale speaks in an extremely thick accent. Speaking the old pre-valterrian language, he has had to learn the newer languages, and has never really let go. Barely discernable most of the time, he chooses not to speak unless neccassary, and will often do so rather slowly. |
Current State His psyche is beyond traumatized, and while he may be pre-valterrian, he has been wandering the world in a daze. During the passing generations he has given little notice, and has simply continued to walk. A rather poor example of a ghost, while he might be dangerous to the average human, other ghosts, and even other races have little to fear from the shadow. |
| Skill | Pts. | | Materialization | 27 (2 awarded) | | Possession | 11 (+1 awarded) | | Soulmist Projection | 10 | | Long Sword | 10 | | Parry | 5 | | Interrogation | 3 | | Observation | 3 | | Storytelling | 1 |
LORES:
Lore Lore of Soulmist (basic), Haunting Memories |
Thread List
Death Becomes Him |
