Callum Karter Kurczynski ♂: He was originally made for a SnK game. He is a civilian, a thief and a Military Police informant, their man in the inside of the black market scene. He is a one-eyed, hedonistic, semi-nomadic drunk with a talent for portraiture. Chaotic Neutral at heart, his interests, desires and safety always come before all else. He tends to come of cowardly because he does not deal with things upfront, and prefers to manipulate people and work in the shadows. His desire to protect his thief friends and to not go to jail are a major source of conflict. 
He is somewhat loyal and cares deeply for his family and friends, but he has a weird way of showing it: by invading their personal space and never telling them the truth about his life.

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▬▬▬▬ ONE ❖ SURFACE

█║ GENDER » Male
█║ AGE » Twenty-Eight
█║ HEIGHT » 5'10 ft.
█║ WEIGHT » 145 lbs.
█║ SCARS » He has many, most of which are concentrated in the arms and torso-areas.
█║ TATTOOS » None, but he is a fan of war paint.
█║ PIERCINGS » Two, one on each earlobe.

▬▬▬▬ TWO ❖ CORE

█║ SEXUALITY » Heterosexual.
█║ HOBBIES » Callum likes to draw, doodle and paint on any surface, and people not exempted from this list. His favorite medium is watercolor paints, but he settles for ink, colored condiments, and charcoal. He only uses oil paints when on commission since he can't afford to use them on a regular basis. Drinking is probably his favorite way to relax and pass the time, and he does this at any time of day anywhere. His secret hobbies include spying on watching pretty ladies, and annoying his friends. When he isn't drinking, drawing, or harassing friends and women, he can be found sleeping.
█║ FEARS » Callum would kill himself if he lost his last eye. Being blind is his greatest fear, closely followed by the idea of losing any of his extremities. He is also slightly homophobic.
█║ DESIRES » Being a pretty hedonistic man, Callum desires an endless supply of women, money, booze and good times. Total freedom would also be pretty damn great. He's pretty ticked about having to live behind walls all the time.
█║ QUIRKS » It isn't uncommon to find Callum sitting in trees, rooftops, or a statue as long as it gets him high off the ground. Some people say he makes animal noises while he's up there, but he denies this. How can he meow or tweet when he constantly has a bottle to his lips, he argues. Callum has yet to meet anyone who can drink him under the table. 

▬▬▬▬ THREE ❖ PERSONALITY

Callum has a lazy and easygoing charm to him. He's friendly, casual, and always up for a good time. He actually exerts a lot of effort in to looking as if exerts very little effort in to everything he does. He is a fantastic addition to a party and has no problem tearing the place up if it means the good times keep raging, but he's also the guy who won't help you clean up despite eating all your food and drinking all the drinks.

Despite always putting himself first loyalty is something he understands and values. Even with all the deals he's made with thieves and the Military Police he tries to protect those he cares for in his own twisted way. Even when choosing homes to hit, he always picked the people he did not consider his friends.

Callum shows his affection by bothering people and being obnoxious. His favorite irritation technique is to get invade people's bubble of personal space. 
It is no secret that he loves to touch women people, and body painting is a great excuse to get up close and personal.

▬▬▬▬ FOUR ❖ BACKGROUND
█║ REPUTATION » 
Callum is known as a one-eyed painter with shady habits: a drinker and a man with no drive who people suspect is also a kleptomaniac and a peeping tom. Despite these things many people put up with him because he is actually be quite charming and agreeable, albeit a little secretive.
Because he is rarely seen working on any pieces there are rumors circulating that he sleeps with noble perverts for extra cash. Who knows, maybe they dig what the find behind his eyepatch. There aren't many who feel safe with him, but he isn't hated either. 
He is so skinny many people wonder if he sustains himself on a diet of beer and spirits.

His alias Bobby "Bobcat" is a part of a small-time but efficient ring of thieves that steals mostly from the upper and middle class, but never cleans out a house completely. Bobby is known for rearranging small pieces of furniture from time to time, or going off with strange things like a toy's foot or a single shoe. These things usually turn up at random places later on.

In the Military Police he's known as a wild card. He switched over to their side really quickly, so he isn't trusted by many on their side. They see him as a coward with no sense of honor, but he is a coward they can use. For the really corrupt he also makes a fun drinking buddy from time to time.

█║ INFANCY » 
It will come to no surprise that Callum was born to an impoverished family with a colorful set of parents. He was the third of seven children. His father worked for a distillery. He had worked out a deal with them that he could take a little bit of the rejected products or surplus materials to consume and resell. Callum's mother worked as a laundry woman for the upper middle class and wasn't afraid to ask for a loaf or bread or two from her client's kitchens. Later on Callum found out that she also took loose change and a pencil or two.
For as long as he could remember his home was filled with energy, life and loads of noise. Chaos would be a pretty accurate word. With their parents working all the time it was the two older siblings who were in charge, and the eldest, Zach, was a rowdy fellow who ruled like a greedy king.

█║ CHILDHOOD » 
When Callum was five Zach was nine, and his sister Missy was six. When their mother got pregnant with the next child she dragged Missy along with her to help. Soon, even after the baby was born it became a habit for Missy to help. More work got done that way (or maybe Mrs. Kurczynski was planning for her retirement). Missy, being the sweet, doe eyed child that she was, gained a friend among the regular clients. This learned friend of hers would teach her how to read and lend her books. Over the years she learned little by little, and would teach those siblings who were interested. Callum was one of those children.
Callum also took advantage of his mother's writing material collection and drew on every surface of the house, and even on the streets when he had the proper quality of charcoal.

Not having proper education to fill the time, Callum used art and adventures to pass the hours. His little group of friends were always running off somewhere and scaling buildings of the slums, or building toys from recycled goods.

At the age of eleven the responsibility of taking care of the younger children was passed down to him. Zach started working as a farmer, and Missy was their mother's full-time assistant. Callum wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea of hard labor on the field or military training, so he happily too the role of caregiver. 

█║ ADOLESCENCE » 
Apparently art was something of a big deal. At the age of thirteen Callum had gathered himself a good deal of charcoal and had gotten permission to drawing on the wall of a family friend's shop. He was making a genre drawing of farmers and a city official passed by to admire the work. The official asked if Callum did commissions and would like to draw a portrait of him some time. Since Callum didn't really have much else to do outside of baby sitting agreed. For one hour every day for a week he visited the city official to draw him, and the result exceeded the man's expectations.

From then on Callum's life took an interesting turn. He was suddenly shoved in to a spot where he was making friends with literate, educated, monied individuals, taking commissions and making a bit of money. His parents were fully supportive of this, of course. Not knowing the value of art Callum's prices were a steal for the quality. He quickly became known among the vain members of the upper class, and friends with the people who worked for them.

This became common knowledge between people in Callum's circle. He was then approached by some old friends with a proposal: If he gave them insider information on what these noble homes were like, security and layout-wise, he'd get a cut of whatever they made.
Given his family background, Callum didn't have many problems with this. His conditions were he got to choose the hits. If he did this willy-nilly they could trace the burglaries back to him.

Eventually his lines of work brought him further and further away from his family. He spent more time doing commissions and befriending the rich and their staff alike. Anything to gather more information. 
At the age of seventeen he had moved out of the house, only returning to give his family a portion of what he earned. He was already a full-time member of this little gang of thieves. He was a skilled pickpocket, an agile climber and silent footed young man, albeit a little arrogant and reckless.

Being on his own brought a new kind of freedom that Callum had never experienced before. He loved being able to do what he wanted when he wanted, he loved having his own space to breath without worrying too heavily about its impact on his family. He loved the booze he could drink, the friends he made, and the adventures he had. Life of a semi-nomadic thieving artist suited him perfectly.

█║ ADULTHOOD » 
At the age of twenty, he made his first major mistake and lost his eye during a botched escape. The event included a three story drop and broken glass. Ever since then he's been much more careful. As far as his friends in the higher up are concerned he lost his eye to a jealous drunkard, but this was when the Military Police caught a whiff of him.

Despite the loss of his one eye Callum's artistic gifts were only improving. If anything the loss of his eye made him even more determined to enjoy the sights of the world around him. The quality and quantity of his output increased, and so did his instances of sexual harassment. Callum was brought to Wall Sina by a particularly generous endorser. The arrangement was supposed to be a one time thing, but his works and the charming novelty of his roguish ways were very popular among the nobility, that he manages to travel back and forth between Sina and Rose every so often when he has a commission. 

This meant bigger fish for him, which meant that the Military Police really needed to exert the effort to intervene. Soon the Military Police connected the dots and intercepted Callum on one of his trips back to Wall Sina. Instead of throwing him in the slammer they decided to use his information gathering skills. They would give him his freedom if he was their man in the underground world, tipping them off when he heard anything. They even promised he and his little band of thieves could continue with minor heists to keep his cover, as long as they did not go after the fat cats up in Sina.
Just as he did back all those years ago Callum took the deal without much thought. 

Doubling as the MP's informant and a small time crook was proving to be more work than he thought it would be. Callum doesn't enjoy lying to his friends or cooking up excuses why they cannot expand their little 'business', but it still beats jail. Callum has been thinking about leaving his group and becoming a hand for hire instead. 
He had a small room in a dingy inn in Wall Rose, but he rarely uses it for anything except storage.

After Wall Rose was breeched he isn't quite sure what to do now. Obviously finding his family comes first, but the after is going to be a headache. Poverty will be more rampant, food will be more scarce, and there's going to be a lot of competition for work.

Maybe he should try hitting up some of his noble friends.

▬▬▬▬ SIX ❖ STATS

█║ 2O% » STRENGTH
█║ 4O% » HAND TO HAND
█║ O% » SPEED
█║ 4O% » PRECISION
█║ 1O% » 3DMG SKILL
█║ 6O% » AGILITY
█║ 5O% » STRATEGY
█║ 3O% » COMBAT INTELLECT
█║ 8O% » TEAMWORK
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