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Kallios
Kallios "..Kal'.." Wrenlan. DECEASED
| Name | Kallios |
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| Occupation | Mercenary. |
| Age | 17 |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Where ever, A camp usually, A cheap Combe and Wattle room if works flowing. |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance |  Kal' is only young, as many often forget, he's hairs tidy, a feature he insists on, he would have no scar hidden, they are the few memories that remain of his family, He's six foot on the dot, however, he'll grow quick due to his age. his body is developed, and his general activity keeps him in shape, he may not out strenght a complete brute, but you bet he'll have a dagger through his throat real quick, his eyes are a murky green, eyes which have seen what most children should not have, his hair brown as the most dependable timber, his skin that of a Bree lander, a little tanned from his time beneath the sun.
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Background
The Warm Dream
Kal' was a happy child, his family lived in a reasonable house within archet. The Wrenlan's were a modest family, Kal's father Robert was a Smithy, his mother, Amelia, a cook over at the mad badger, they were happily married, with two children, Kal' of course, who was gradually becoming a man, and their little girl Tara, the age of seven.The Cold Reality
Kal' returned from a day in the forest, the hour was late, woodwork was the trade his father encouraged him on ya' see... He was welcomed home with the most horrid sight, Archet stood a flame. Kal' went to enter the raided archet during the blaze, worried for his family. As he dashed in, forestry axe in hand he was encouraged to flee by the scurrying towns folk, he continued through the village until reaching his own house, a couple of blackwolds stood at the door, the house door was blocked, the house ablaze. Kal' dashed in, missing the brigand with a wreckless strike, this was swiftly followed by a mace being slammed into the back of his legs, bringing him down, one brigand of no significance dragged a dagger straight across Kal's face, from his jaw to his forehead, he laid there helplessly, as his family screamed withing the house, and his familes legacy turned to ash.
(To be continued.)
| Friends | Those within the Covenant, though he is steel trying to prove himself to them. |
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| Relatives | Father: Robert (Deceased) Mother: Amelia (Deceased) Child-Sister: Tara (Deceased) |
| Rivals/Enemies | Those that come between his food and rest. |
| Loves | A good contract with a good meal to match. |
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| Hates | Big fella's with a chip on their shoulder. |
| Motivation | To get some coin, and keep busy. |
| Quotes | "The wise man learns from the mistake of others, a fool, from his own." |
Kallios's Adventures
| Thoughts of a dead man. | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
