AppearanceRace: Kelvic
Gender: Male
Age: 2 and a half or so, about 16 human years
Birthday: 22nd of spring, 512 AV
Birthplace: in the back of a wagon, somewhere along the Kabrin road between Cythrus and Syliras
Appearance: in all truth, despite the obvious lack of four paws and a tail, Caell’s canine form and human form are, really, not all to different. Both hold the same mottled hair, curios blue eyes and timid demeanor which sends him skittering at the slightest sound, a fact which, had he not been Kelvic born might have been seemed as something as an oddity, yet given the rest of his kind…
Well, even so, suffice it to say Caell is by no means human; boy being just as much dog as he is young man, perhaps even twice as rambunctious given the proper encouragement. So how do you describe him? His freckled cheeks? Stammered words? Scrawny form? Or even the speckled black-grey hair, matted and un kept with a blatant lack of proper grooming.
But to describe one by their physical attributes is to speak of paper on which is drawn a masterpiece. No, to really know someone’s heart you have to recognize the twisting corners of their mind, his fears of darkness, blood, large bodies of water, certain varieties of cats… still, of the young kelvic’s loves, of his hopes, of his dreams…
Character ConceptCaell is a curios, yet hesitant, enthusiastic, yet nervous, boyish, yet timid. His life has been wrenched away, brought to the looming city of Sunberth like an animal to the slaughter, yet a fierce spirit of loyalty still burns within this young Kelvic, eyes alight with that dancing flame and step alive with its hope. But yet… hope can only go so far.
Character Historywhere does my story truly begin? Now that is question writers, historians and your average overly narcissistic nobleman having been pondering for generations. Personally I would like to form for myself a fourth category, well… me. You see, in all truth my story would actually begin in ancient times, a land of science and magic where my people, the kelvics, were first forged like swords to an anvil. Unfortunately though, to tell a tail… er- tale, on that magnitude, while it would be a mighty account indeed, it would require far longer than my short life span allots. Besides, I know not of every clash between armies and battles among kings in ages past, it is doubtful that anyone still alive today could grant such a request, but I digress. No, instead let us move forward, through the shifting sands of time, long after the first stone was set upon Syliras and the Kabrin road was wrought across the wilderness. Perhaps my great grandfather? Or his daughter? Or hers? A lineage that is neither royal nor impressive, yet humbling like no amount of crests could grant.
Still, it seems this story would draw far too long, so let us once more journey to the beginnings of my caravan within Cythrus, “the sea of grass,” where the wind runs free and every breath could leave you skewered in the gut by a glass beak. Or rather, let us draw even closer? To my mother’s journeys? Her adventures? Her marriage? Perhaps let us tighten the noose, per se? My birth upon the woman’s death? My poverty stricken yet joyous childhood which to this day I am grateful? Or even the night slavers took it all away? The night they locked us in chains and tore it all asunder, separated us, as though someone had taken a knife and cut apart my very world.
No, for now I am sure, let every story begin with an ending and I must say, the honest ending came that morn in Sunberth, the early light caressing the city’s rooftops gentler then a lover’s kiss. Yes, it is here my story truly begins…
LanguageFluent Languages: modern common and canine
Skills
Skills
Image | Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Observation | # SP 25 | # 25 | Competent |
| Wilderness Survival | # SP 10 | # 10 | Novice |
| Hunting | # RB 10 | # 10 | Novice |
| Running | # SP 15 | # 15 | Novice |
Lores-General layout of the sylaris region
-a loose understanding of the Tabrin
Possessions
General Property
nothing
Clothing
-a threadbare Shirt
-torn Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-worn Boots
Heirloom
(this is not actually a heirloom, just simply something my char happens to have upon his entry to mizhar)
Leather Kelvic collar: coarse and uncomfortable, besides a sturdy iron lock, this noose is little more than a glorified belt strap… none the less, it serves its purpose.
Relationships
Friends
-
Acquaintances
-
Enemys
-
HousingLocation: currently, no where
House: none
LedgerPurchase | Cost | Total |
Starting | 0 GM | 0 GM |
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