[center][h3][color=darkgreen]Calit Morvayn[/color][/h3][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 29
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Human
 
 
[b]Appearance:[/b]
Calit's face is of a type one could forget very soon if it wasn't for a long and thin scar running vertically along its right side. His eyes are of a dirty mixture of brown and grey, his nose quite average-ish and his otherwise rather flawless skin clearly leans towards the more pale side of things. A beard decorates his jawline and upper lip and looks like it's shaven on a more irregular basis than anything else. His hair features mild locks and a dark brown color.

There is muscle, but it's not as abundant as would be necessary for considering him to be bulked up. There's also enough fat to keep him away from ripped. What is there however is sheer size: Calit grew up with the medical condition of giantism and is an inch shy of eight feet. So, in absolute terms, he's big. Damn big.

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[b]Personality:[/b]
Calit is a man of continuous self-containment. While he neither hesitates to put his own opinion onto the table nor struggles with outright telling people what he thinks of them, he only very rarely does so with a fit of rage being his method. Also he knows the art of keeping one's own mouth shut, even to a point where those coversing with him might get the impression of him holding back information about himself and his activities. That is... if he doesn't tell you a lie or, more positively formulated, a heavily modified cover story. Years of professional disposal of unwanted subjects might have made him a little... cold hearted. However he still knows what loyalty is and values those who actually beat the difficult path towards his friendship.
 
 
[b]Strengths:[/b]
At first glance he's not suited for an assassin, however being big and slow doesn't mean you can't pick a lock, scale a wall, break a door, hide in the shadows or end someone's life in silence. In fact his preferred method of utilizing his superior strength for wrestling, choking and breaking necks can sometimes do so even better than a dagger for the lack of a blood spill. Quickly identifying relevant properties of both people and environments has become his second nature, allowing him to move along in relative silence -- one just has to know where to place one's big feet.

His training included a basic lecture of anatomy. It has been for the sake proper torturing, but that doesn't mean that he can't put that to some good use in terms of first aid or simple procedures, too.
 
 
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
Calit's set of skills and equipment naturally does not make him much of an offensive in open fights and his lightweight armor is not suited for defending himself against swords, arrows or blunt weapons. Also, while he can reach very high speeds due to his long legs, he's not particularly fast at changing his speed or stance. His huge size makes him a prominent target once seen and there might be occasions when his weight becomes an actual problem. Perhaps the most important thing however is that he can't use magic due to being a mere human.
 
 
[b]Brief bio:[/b]
Calit was born in a village whose only noteworthy feature probably was being close to the kingdom's border. His parents were simple peasants taking care of the fertile ground around their house, so Calit's own future seemed pretty much predetermined initially. From early on however it became apparent that something was 'different' with the young child as he soon started to stick out of the crowd quite literally. Maybe, if it hadn't been for this, the king's recruiters would never have take notice of him.

The way things went however they did and someone like Calit looked like a worthy candidate for a soldier. It was only during training that two things were noticed about him: First or all his size actually didn't make for that good of a soldier because it was just too much out of the ordinary, and secondly he seemed to be extraordinarily intelligent and tolerant towards killing. Therefore they didn't want to just let go of him, but instead gave him a try at the... more special forces so to speak. It wasn't like Calit, or his parents, would have had much of a choice anyway. Of course the latter were told a bit of a different story about the wellbeing of their son.

He was trained as an agent, a silent killer not meant for the battlefield but for the scenes in the villages, towns and cities behind it. There always was enough work to do, so over the years of service he had enough opportunty to gain experience. Now his time in the king's ranks is over, but he has decided to stick to the job in independence.