Cal Ravenwood
“"Evil Is Evil. Lesser, Greater, Middling... Makes No Difference. The Degree Is Arbitrary. The Definition's Blurred. If I'm To Choose Between One Evil And Another... I'd Rather Not Choose At All."”
- Geralt of Rivia, The Witcher
[[ Most spoilers redacted, but minor ones below - read at your own risk. DO NOT METAGAME! ]]
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Given Name: Caleb
Alias/Chosen Name: Cal Ravenwood
Birthdate: Unknown, approximately sometime between 1317 and 1320
Birthplace: Orphanage at Raven's Bridge, Ghaenthgrand
Height: 5'10"
Weight:167lbs
Eyes:Gray
Hair:Dark Blonde
Physical Description:
It is fairly easy to determine that he has not had a plentiful bounty in some time. His frame, though broad, seems to be starved of nutrition. However, one might come to observe the man's sharp vision, as he takes notice of the smallest details in his environment. And, his stride is purposeful, slow, measured. His demeanor guarded, but not militantly so. He's got a face that can easily be lost in the crowd, mundane as it is, but when he's not in the field, he removes the dark earthy tones of his craft for more vibrant hues. It is clear he takes his hygiene quite seriously, though he has a less-than-healthy habit of smoking a pipe, or chewing on a bit of straw.
General Health: At this point in time, Cal is underweight and malnourished -- having traveled so far with very little wildlife to keep his traveling companions fed on the road. However, aside from this, he appears to be healthy.
Profession: Huntsman
Faction Affiliation: None
Languages:Common, Yultish
Accent: Midlands
Roleplay Tools: None currently.
Personality Description: Cal is guarded about his past, but friendly enough -- quick to share a story, or a quiet moment beside the fire. He prefers the taste of wine, though rarely drinks enough to numb his senses.
Strengths: To be revealed...
Weaknesses: To be revealed...
Governing Virtue: To be revealed...
Governing Throne: To be revealed...