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| Name: |
	[i]Calev Shaeld[/i]


| Race: |
	[i]Hylian[/i]


| Age: |
	[i]37[/i]


| Appearance: |
	[i]A hardy and hale example of the Hylian blood, Calev Shaeld's lineage comes from large, hard workers and wanderers of the world, and it shows in his build. Tall, easily reaching just shy of two meters (six feet six inches) in height, and with a set of broad shoulders and thick muscles that creates a demanding presence whenever the man walks into town. Under the weather worn cloak and well made tunic, reinforced to provide some modicum of protection, is a pattern of scars from a rough and tumble life, the most notable being a large arrow wound scant inches from his own beating heart. That is a scar he tells no tale for, and will unlikely ever have interest in doing so, since it is a tale he is not fond of retelling. He openly wears his weapons, not as an attempt to scare or induce fear, but to dissuade trouble before it happens. His blade is a straight sword, a plain piece of work that's cost came from quality of work instead of adornments. His bow is hewed from old Kokiri Forest lumber, and while not enchanted as far as anyone can tell, it is an old and reliable tool Calev is most fond of. Worn and broken in boots coupled with faded trousers speak of a life walking the forgotten and hidden places of the world, both things the man is proud and even eager to seek out.[/i]


| Home: |
	[i]Born and raised in Darunia, though he frequently went on trips with his mother.[/i]


| Biography: |
	[i]Both parents to Calev Shaeld did not ever seem, to the others in the village, ever likely to love each other, let alone sire a child together. His father, Vec Shaeld, was a blacksmith and typically was more concerned with his next contract and keeping up with the work that he needed to do on a daily basis than trying to find a woman who would sire him a child to keep his bloodline going, something that had long since been typical of those with the Shaeld blood. His mother, a woman who called herself Ianu and never publicly would take the Shaeld name, was a mysterious woman who typically came and went at a whim. She would value her freedom to walk the world as she saw fit and claim to have gone places almost no living Hylian, or any other for that matter, has ever gone. Some folks told tales of how she would have even walked in the halls of every Temple, even having reached the Forest Temple through the Forbidden Woods on her lonesome. Obviously tall tales and exaggerated experiences one and all, but the story sometimes would become far more real then the truth ever could.

	Ianu staying in town for more than a month at the longest was a surprise, but when Vec and Ianu came out to the town that she was pregnant with Vec's child, no one within the town saw it coming. For reasons most found obvious, Ianu could not leave and wander like she typically would do to her pregnant state, but she would not sit idle. Vec and Ianu were all but inseparable and whether it was true love or just a convenient meeting gone farther than intended was never figured out, but when Calev was finally born after nine months, the town had grown as fond of Ianu as it was of Vec. So, once Calev was able to survive without her, she announced her intent to wander and she would be back to check on the boy as he grew up, vanishing into the night as she always would have in the pat. Calev was left to Vec, who put as much effort into raising him right as he would have into a commission from the Hyrulian Royalty themselves.

	Calev was larger than normal, even for a boy with blood from the large and well built Vec, and no one could ever quite figure out why. He ate well and, as soon as he was old enough, was helping his father around the forge, building up his own muscle mass. When Ianu would first return upon his sixth birthday, the boy was shocked at this strange woman being his mother. But he took to her quickly, and would love her as much as he did his father, so it was no surprise that Calev would want to go with Ianu on one of her trips. Vec was opposed but, after a talk with his wife, agreed and bid the boy farewell, gifting him the Shaeld Blade to work on his swordsmanship with, and defend himself if need be. It would be four years before Calev would see his father again, and the young man was even taller and had grown during his travels. His mother left him with Vec before vanishing again. The stories Calev told his father were the source of many a night's entertainment and had set the seed of a wanderer into the boy's heart. This rotation of staying with his father or mother would continue until he was eighteen years old, when his mother would return one last time.

	Ianu was as old, if not older, than Vec and looked it, just as much as the age had shown on Vec's face after all the years spent raising a energetic and wanderlust taken boy. But whatever words they exchanged in private, Calev would never know, but when they came out of that room, Ianu would give the just turned eighteen year old her bow, something she had never parted with in all the years he had traveled with her. Before Calev could question the gesture, she was gone into the night with a sword that it was clear that Vec had poured everything he had into. Calev and Vec would never see her again, and within a year Calev intended to go track her down and see the world like she had. Vec did not question it or even try to stop the young man, he merely helped him pack supplies and made sure his weapons and arrows were sharp before sending him on his way with a fond farewell. As much as it wasn't obvious at a glance, Vec dearly loved his boy and Ianu, and seeing both go the same path was, while it hurt, a good thing for him. He would do better out in the world than in their town.

	Vec knew not where all Ianu had wandered, and neither did Calev. So he started with the basics and just started walking to see the major sights of Hyrule. From the temples he could reach to the grand castle of Hyrule, as close as he could get safely at any rate, the man would walk the world, learning many of life's lessons the hard way and finding himself better for it. He would return to visit his father every few years, to check up on him and make sure he was well. The old man still worked hard as a blacksmith and had even taken on a local boy as an apprentice to the forge, and Calev would wish them both well and go on his way as he always would. It was during his wanderings of the land that word reached his ear of a bounty, that the legendary hero of Hyrule had gone missing and help was needed to find him. Calev made for Hyrule Castle without delay, after all, a chance to walk in the footsteps of a legend? How could Calev pass that up, regardless of the bounty and gratitude of the land. The chance to finally go where he had not been able to was something he would never pass up, so with that, and his thirty seventh birthday just passed, he set his sights on Hyrule Castle to volunteer for the quest without delay.[/i]


| Weaponry: |
	[i]Calev bears but two weapons, his father's sword and his mother's bow.

	The Shaeld Blade is an heirloom from when his father walked the world with his wife, and Calev's mother. The blade is typical of most arming swords, with a blade roughly three feet in length and a grip large enough to comfortably accommodate Calev, and his father's, larger hands, though it is strictly a one handed blade. His father taught him how to handle a sword, and the style is nothing fancy or elaborate like established schools, but it fits the blade. All in all, a rather plain, working blade that would unlikely ever grace the hands of royalty or legends.

	The bow his mother gave him before she departed for the last time for destinations unknown has long since had the inscribed name worn away, although one can still see where the inscription is. It is too worn to be legible, however, this has not affected the quality of the bow. A longbow by any normal standards, its construction is an old but tried and true method of construction, having taken the strongest, yet most flexible, cut of lumber that could be found when the bow was made. Its string was made of rawhide and is replaced so often with spares that Calev, and by extension his mother before she passed it on, had carried or created while on their travels. Routine maintenance is done by campfire, cleaning and making sure the bow was undamaged, making it a finely preserved and balanced tool. The arrows are not made of Kokiri Forest lumber, but whatever lumber they could get their hands on, while the tips are metal when available, but he has made flint tipped arrows on occasion when absolutely necessary. [/i]


| Additional Equipment: |
	[i]Rucksack - Carries his various supplies and tools that don't fit on his belt but would be unwise to be left behind (Denoted with a asterisk if typically stored in rucksack).

	Sleeping Roll * A rather plain affair, Calev carries this in his rucksack so he doesn't have to sleep on the ground of some places, due to their obvious levels of discomfort if one were to try.[/i]

	[i]Food & Water * Enough salted meats, other rations, and clean water to last Calev almost a week without being able to find game to hunt or clean water to drink. This takes up most of his rucksack, as he will typically find what he needs off the land.

	Hunting Knife - A rather plain affair, this small knife is used to skin and gut whatever he kills, as well as a tool when necessary, it is a tough blade that can be used to pry certain things away from their containers and, in a pinch, do some damage if he can't reach his actual weapons.

	Hollowed Horn - Made from the horn of his first kill, this mostly sentimental piece of gear that Calev carries could be used to signal others, scare with sound, attract attention, or whatever else one might need a horn for, whether necessary or not.[/i]


| Skills & Talents: |
	[i]Calev is a tracker and, by necessity, hunter by trade and has spent most his life walking and exploring the world, catching game to provide the nearest town food after his own pack has been filled. He can keep up and track various elusive marks, or follow old paths long since lost. His combat skills are limited to archery and swordplay, and he is no true soldier or knight by trade or nature, but he is competent with a sword and a natural with his bow. His archery is notable, as he is able to put arrows into moving targets from fair distances away, enough so to outmatch most archers. He does not enjoy fighting beyond a bloody necessity and will avoid trying to show off or advertise his simple, but necessarily brutal, combat tactics. Said tactics are typically aimed at ending a fight as fast as possible, and will take any and all advantages to do so, regardless of honor or fairness.

	Outside of a fight, by necessity, Calev has learned how to maintain and repair his sword and bow, although bad enough damage would require him to seek out dedicated experts, regular maintenance and repairs he can do on his own. He is also able to act as a fletcher, fashioning arrows of average quality and make, although it takes some time for him to do this in bulk and on the fly will not be pretty. As a outdoorsman, Calev is at his best and it will show whenever he happened to find himself with a companion. From clearing a campsite and getting a comfortable, if homey, site set up to leading himself and others through all but the most twisted and maddening of places (Although he will never try his hand at the Forbidden Woods without a guide), he can keep himself and others fed and on course with some small level of comfort. Cooking and cleaning kills also comes naturally to him, and he will not waste any part of an animal if he can help it and pays his due respects whenever he must hunt.[/i]