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[center][h2][u][color=cyan]Cal’tuuro’jaros[/color][/u][/h2][/center]
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[b][center][color=cyan]{Do not fall from your tower, or you will descend into the depths of hell}[/color][/center][/b]

[center][h3][b] 18 [color=cyan]|[/color] Male [color=cyan]|[/color] Yasoi [color=cyan]|[/color] Luuntese [color=cyan]|[/color] Baron [color=cyan]|[/color] 8.51, ???[/b] [/h3][/center]

[h3][u][color=cyan]P E R S O N A L [/color][/u][/h3]
{Nickname}: Tuuro, "The Snake", 
{Titles}: Son of Marcan'enno'jaros, Provider, 
{Honorific} - Provider, Biro

[h3][u][color=cyan]C H A R A C T E R   A P P E A R A N C E[/color] [/u][/h3]
{Eyes} - [color=cyan]Cyan Blue[/color]
{Hair} - White
{Skin Tone} - Pale
{Height} - 7’3
{Weight} - 255 lbs 
{Physique} - Stringy but muscular. Swimmer’s build.
{Identifying Features} - A large number of Tet’soi going down from his neck to his wrists.

Cal’tuuro stands tall, primarily as a result of his lineage. The descendant of both Eliis and Arne, he carries himself at an impressive 7’3”, towering over most yasoi and every human he’s ever encountered. He has long white hair that he keeps long but well groomed, obsessively so, and is usually kept in an ornate style. It is perhaps the only part of his person that could come across as gaudy, with various braids, dreadlocks and hair ties keeping it out of the way but together in a nice way. He has quite a striking appearance, with sharp facial features that accentuate his lineage and piercing cyan eyes, although he falls more toward intimidating than handsome on the spectrum of facial features. The large amount of Tet’soi that start from his jaw and end at his wrists do aid this characterization

As for his attire, he dresses well but not gaudily. It is much like that of a merchant, pristine and well fitting, but not so much to stand himself out from others aside from the cleanliness of it. Many of his garbs are multipurpose and allow him to function in a variety of environments, though primarily suited to the often chilly climate of the heights of Tantuura.

[h3][u][color=cyan]B A C K G R O U N D [/color][/u][/h3]
{Family Ties: Cal’tuuro is a direct descendant of Arne’alton’jaros and Eliis’qarmena’luunetar. One, a member of the famous Æresvaktr, the other who ??? }
Contacts & Relations:
Sinn’uien’luunetar - Estranged uncle, criminal underworld broker. 
{Education: ???}
{Employment: ???}
{Accomplishments & Achievements: ???}

I remember when I was a child. Roaming my family's estate, an ancient house of Luuntiil, my ancestors had settled it after the ‘Great Heathen War’ as the huusoi put it. I wasn’t an only child, but I was never close to my siblings. It seems as if no-one on this island is really close to anyone. You could never quite tell what they were thinking, what they were saying and what they really thought of you, but alas, I had a bond. A brother and sister made for fine friends growing up, but I always felt as if I was one step ahead, perhaps because I was just a tad older. 

There were many questions in my youth that I asked my mother. Why did the ones they called the yanii till the fields, and why were they happy to do so? I always got the same answers. “Jexoff will do anything if you give them a gold coin.” And I began to think that way myself. I tested it. They’d polish my boots for change, or fetch me food, or do whatever I wished. And they were happy all the while. I wondered exactly why they held this nature, and what exactly were these coins good for? I wouldn’t figure it out for a while. I continued to play. I continued to learn. I continued to exploit. 

A touch before I began to become more aware of my surroundings, my manas began to develop. And on my 12th birthday, I was brought to a place that I had seen but never ventured. A field of flowers stretching the horizon as far as the eye can see of various colors. Although it was a few years ago, I remember everything. The sensation of this place was different. A true serenity filled me as I stood upon the ground where my forebears were buried. It was the last memory I have of my home. I haven’t been back since that day. For it was this day that I set out to Tantuura.

When I first saw the spires on the horizon, I thought that the place must have been magical. We lived on the hills, on great raised houses, but the spires dwarfed any building I had seen before. I had heard tales of how great it was from my father, and I had read a great many books that told me of its magnificence, but it had never truly struck me how grandiose it was until my eyes witnessed it. Marvelous white buildings, waterfalls that cascaded into the ocean, a grand bustling port with more ships than the fleet burned at Relouse. I wondered, how did we build such a place?

It would not be long before I would find out. For I was to be a student, and become a Provider, just like my father, and his parents before him. For that was our role, to provide this society to the masses of people that lived here. Whilst there was a considerable huusoi population at the estate, they outnumbered us here. Many seemed happy roaming the streets in drunken stupors, visiting the various brothels and other unsavory establishments. And I learned, both from experience and from my professors, that the yanii were addicted to the earthly pleasures. Many would come across the oceans to this remote little corner of the world to indulge themselves in them. But we were not to partake. We were to better ourselves. That was our role, as stewards of this island, to preserve the paradise that we had created. And so, I bettered myself.

And while I had always had a grasp on things, I learned the specifics. How to prey on their emotions, how to blend in and present myself, how to make myself be trusted by them, the chemicals in their brain that made them happy and how far you can push them before drawing a response. I never doubted why I was learning these things, for I had seen firsthand what they were. A resource for our people, for our paradise. For if we considered them our equals, and lived alongside them as equals, we would fall into the same depths of hedonism and sadism that brought them to this place to begin with. Just like the yasoi who stayed behind. We were prone to addiction and yet, we did not fall as readily and willingly as these beings.

There was a mette’stiroi for a reason I can hardly remember, a spontaneous little event, around the time I was 16 years of age. Perhaps I had gotten tired of the dodo racing, or the tiims’archa, or the discussions of business and class, so I did something unusual for me at the time and took a walk. I ventured outside of the bubble of the academy, and my wandering took me to a section of the city that I hadn’t happened upon before. It was called Tarnaj’imiis, and it certainly was a bit of a puddle. I remember how the white cobble became stained with the mud and the dirty water that had splashed from the nearby coast. I remember how different this place felt to that field of flowers. How anxious it made me feel just being there. I might have been the only Yasoi there. Yet, my feet still dragged across the floor and I continued to maneuver around. 

Many were in their houses at that hour, but those who weren’t looked like starving dogs. Like they might have skinned me for a Jin, but they knew what would happen to them on the morrow, so they wouldn’t dare even attempt. But the look in their eyes terrified me. What could make them want the money that bad? Why would they stoop to such lengths? I had never felt such compulsion for coins, but to these people, it was everything. I continued to walk, and think until something disturbed my uncomfortable peace. A scream, one almost certainly from a child. Nothing was illegal in this city, and I had no obligation to go, but my feet seemed to move on their own. I justified to myself that it might have been a yasoi, even though I knew deep down that no yasoi child would be in this settlement. It was an excuse. 

What I saw disgusted me. A grubby looking couple, with a girl who couldn’t have been more than ten, seemed to be in the midst of a transaction. I remained quiet for a moment, knowing that it would be beyond my role as a provider in training to intervene if this wasn’t a matter of yasoi. They spoke to a more well dressed yanii, one in Rettanese navy attire, definitely some kind of officer. And I quickly learned the nature of the deal. The girl was being sold, much against her wishes and teary eyes. I watched how the man talked them down, how he persuaded them. I had no reason to stay at this point, but my morbid curiosity couldn’t pull me away. It was like watching a boat sink underwater, and yet, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The parents had reasoned that their beloved Jie had manas, and would not be sold for any less than 10 BǎiJīn. By the end of the discussions, she was put to sleep with some magic from the naval man and sold for four coins. Both parties walked away, and my morbid curiosity made me obliged to follow the parents. What would they spend their child on? It wasn’t long before they were in the midst of another transaction, this time with a Yasoi gentleman, the first I’d seen in these parts. I took extra care to conceal myself, but I feel as if he knew I was there, watching. Perhaps that’s why he took extra effort to rinse them in the deal he was making. Their daughter's life was spent on a lim of Brandix.

I continued to watch them. I followed them to their little shack and watched their process. I saw the scars on their arms, and I forced myself to watch them create more, as they seeped this strange translucent slimy substance into their wounds. I watched them sink into degeneracy, hallucinating and dreaming of better times. Maybe an hour passed before their high wore off. It was a shit batch. And perhaps the addiction was halted for a moment, as they seemed to realize what they had done. They cried into each other's arms, and cursed the man who had sold the goods to them, who they had sold their child to. They cursed the yasoi, the rettanese, the emperors and the very gods as I watched them sink into the depths of despair. At first, I felt nothing but contempt. But before long, curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help the urge but to speak to them. And so I did.

[color=cyan]“Why do you curse us? You got what you wanted. Had it lasted longer, you’d just feel what you’re feeling now tomorrow morning.”[/color] I spoke, softly as I usually did, but perhaps a bit more accusatory than usual.

“What the fuck do you want? You come to laugh at us, is that it? You think it’s easy, living down here?”

[color=cyan]“Why wouldn’t it be? This is a free place, you can make your own decisions. You made yours, evidently.”[/color]

“I.. I did what I had to. You wouldn’t understand. You, and your ivory towers, and your snooty fuckin’ attitudes and your bargaining.”

[color=cyan]“You had to do Brandix? Why? Did anyone force you?”[/color]

“No… this place… It’s evil. It sucks you in and doesn’t let you leave. Makes you try everythin’. You think it’s just one time, and then you can’t live without it. Jamb’ysp, Puff, Slink and then Brandix. Before you know it, you’re hooked on the shit and being rinsed for every Jin you got.”

I paused for a moment. I’d seen the decadence, I’d seen the parties, and the whores, and the unrestricted markets. But I couldn’t understand. It was all a choice. I’d seldom seen any of my yaluu indulge in these things, and this was evidence why. But I was not so dumb as to feel that these were mere beasts. They felt empathy, and sorrow, and regret for what they’d done. 

[color=cyan]“So why’d you start? Did you not see us yasoi not participating in the hedonism we allow? Why did you think it was a good idea?”[/color]

“Kid, you’re young. You never get the urge to do dumb shit? Hell, you walkin’ through here is dumb shit. We were young too. My pops used to be a noble before some rebellion shit, and he ran away here. Left me a fat inheritance before he kicked the bucket. I was a dumb kid with a lotta cash. Met my wife, went to a buncha parties and just enjoyed ourselves. We told ourselves it was harmless fun. You watch your pals try shit and you wanna hop in. One of yous talked us into the balm.”

He paused to fight back tears. I was beginning to see what was going on.

“Started out at a reasonable price. I had a decent sum of coin left, my residency was still up, I thought fuck it. Maybe I’ll be outta here. Then it kept goin’ up. Bit by bit, I lost everythin’ I had. The addiction, it makes you do shit. You don’t get it, kid. I sold furniture, carpets, anythin’ in my fuckin house for a hit. You don’t realize it’s wrong until after. Then, about a year ago we sold the house. Moved to this little shack. Prices kept on climbin’. We had nothin’ left. Hadn’t had a hit in about a month. Only thing we had left was our lil girl. She had manas, like my pops. I woulda cut my arm off for another hit, but they wouldn’t have it. Told me to go to the navy people, they’d give me a good price for her.”
I sat in silence. The shell had begun to break.

“.. and then, y’know, we did it. We sold our fuckin daughter. For a hit of this shit. We got maybe a couple months left on our residency anyway. Maybe you fucks will kill us. Maybe we’ll go to the hells those fuckin’ Quentics keep talkin’ about. I hope so. I don’t deserve to see her again. “

“Now, you happy? I could blame you fucks, but maybe you’re right. Maybe we are all dumb addicts. Either way, I don’t fuckin’ care. It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothin’ does. Just.. just leave us alone.”

I was stunned. It might have been the first time in my life I didn’t know what to say. It scared me, more than any beast or strong mage. The idea that should I have been in the same circumstances, I might have done the same. Our people had rigorous lessons on how not to fall, but the yanii were not so lucky. My head was beating with pain, rage, sadness, and I could feel the manas in my blood flowing vigorously. Either way, I walked away from that scene with haste, and by the time I’d gotten back, the mette’stiroi was over. I never told anyone what I saw that day, but it didn’t make it possible to forget what happened.

I began to find myself troubled as I bound through this new world I found myself in. Perhaps because I had learned how to be a predator, I could spot others myself. And while I felt a duty to do as my nation needed, it began to sicken me to see such people lead others into depravity for the promise of a few coins. My mother’s words began to resonate in my head. Were we no better than the beasts we had sought to tame this way? Were we not guilty of moral quandary ourselves? The next two years did not go by easily. Any time I gazed from the towers of the school and looked out into the further huusoi temporary settlements and shanty towns, I felt my heartstrings being tugged upon. Sure, they were filth who would sell their own blood for a hit of a drug, but was that a result of the world we had created? How exactly was the other side of the coin? What were the nations of Constantia and Severa like? How did the people of ReTan live? And what was the news that had come from this magic school between the two powers? I’d heard tales of some ‘trials’ taking place, a number of our own participating. Supposedly the next chosen of Vyshta. 

With more time, I came to understand why we did what we did. These coins were not simply pieces of metal. They were our lifeblood. Our weapon against a world that wanted to destroy us. I heard of the state of our Constantian brothers, and we were not possessed with the vast landscape our southern neighbors held. Money was everything and we used whatever methods necessary to survive. I also began to understand the state of our nation. The humans were dependent on us, the providers, but we were dependent on foreign outsiders to buy said goods from, and we were also dependent on the yanii to buy the things on the market. For if we lost our consumer base, we would simply be another island sitting out at sea waiting for some imperialist power to gobble us up. And with my heart hardened, I realized that our predatory nature, despite in some ways being morally dubious, was a necessity. It was justified. It had to be, right?


The thought of this school interested me though. There were substances that we paid a large amount for to middlemen. Brandaebbles, spratz, brandix, and the list went on. If we could stop being the middleman, and start being the providers we called ourselves, perhaps our chances of survival would be better. Constantia held all these devilish little addictions, and were I to bring them to our shores, perhaps I would earn the respect that our family so deserves. Perhaps the stain my uncle put on our name would be overwritten by my glorious accomplishments. And so, I went. 

[h2][u][color=cyan]L A N G U A G E S [/color][/u][/h2]
The nature of the island of Luuntiil means that many languages are spoken on the island, and as a result, members of the provider class have to be adept in spoken languages. His understanding of Avincean is seamless, as is his 
Tarlonese Yasoi - Native, though Luuntese dialect is distinct from their southern brothers. It incorporates elements of Eskandish and is more notably similar to Constantian Yasoi.
Avincean - Fluent
Rettanese - Fluent
Nikanese - Fluent 
Inipori - Fluent
Constantian Yasoi - Semi-fluent. He can speak and write with no problems but sounds a little old fashioned and would not blend in as a native. 
Torragonese - Advanced 
Belzaggic - Advanced written, intermediate spoken


[h3][u][color=cyan]P E R S O N A L I T Y [/color][/u][/h3]
{Character (RPG) Alignment}:???
[indent] [color=cyan]❖ [[/color]Silver Tongued[color=cyan]][/color] - From an early age, even before he began his formal schooling as a provider, Cal’tuuro has had a way with words. He’s always been able to read the room and know what makes people tick, how to make them feel what he thought was best for the situation. Following his formal schooling, these abilities have only gotten stronger, and he’s a very capable manipulator, being able to effortlessly imitate said emotion himself.
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color]Cunning[color=cyan]][/color] - It would not be a stretch to say that Cal is a very crafty and clever guy. He has plans on plans, always another scheme to follow the next, with backups to boot. And while he has these plans, he’s also an opportunist and not afraid of changing them if something juicy comes up. If he sees something that’s likely to return his investment, he’s likely to exploit it,
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color]Obsessive[color=cyan]][/color] - The true yasoi nature often slips through the cracks of the face he’s made. When he gets excited about something, he gets very excited. When he works on something, he does so tirelessly. It can honestly verge on being crippling. If he tells himself he needs a tidy workspace, he cannot sit down and get things done until every speck of dust and dirt is removed from the premises. 
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color]Introspective[color=cyan]][/color] - For a man who portrays what he likes to the outside world, the inside of his head is a place of great inner self reflection and conflict. He spends a lot of time thinking and can often get lost in his own thoughts, especially if he’s on his own. 
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color]Melancholy[color=cyan]][/color] - In a world where truth and falsehood live so close to each other, Cal’tuuro has felt a deep sadness in his soul that has not eased with the years. He doesn’t let it slip, but deep inside, he is quite pessimistic about the future and unsure of the ways of the world, and why it is the way it is, and whether it is only his perspective that is flawed. Perhaps his entire reason for going on this expedition was the last shred of hope he had in his soul that perhaps it was only the world he saw that was rotten.
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[h2][u][color=cyan]M O T I V A T I O N [/color][/u][/h2]
[indent][color=cyan]❖[[/color] Nihilism [color=cyan]][/color] - What is the nature of the world? Is the truth what we are told? What our eyes see? What we feel? What our ancestors set out before us? Cal’tuuro has to answer all of these questions for himself. Is it the personal experience that the yasoi of the past so desperately sought out, or is true life found in the hedonistic depths of the city that he calls home? He is running out of reasons to try.
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color] Fear [color=cyan]][/color] - The shell of what he is has begun to crack, and that deeply scares him. Is he who he thinks he is? Will he remain that way in the coming years? Or is it merely a breach caused by delusion or impulsive thought? Until he knows, he will not be able to rest.
[color=cyan]❖ [[/color] Legacy [color=cyan]][/color] - He has a reputation to uphold and rebuild. His family has fallen from the status they once held, and although the city is not built by hereditary ties, reputation and word of mouth are powerful enough to slight the status that his forefathers once held. Were he to drag his uncle back to the path and bring glory and treasure to the isle, perhaps that respect would return.
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[h2][u][color=cyan]S T R E N G T H S   &   S K I L L S [/color][/u][/h2]
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[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Manipulator [color=cyan]][/color] - Cal’tuuro is an expert in manipulation, both himself and others. He knows how to maneuver a conversation, how to get people to like him, how to get people to hate him, whatever he needs for the task at hand. Conversely, he can also suppress his emotions or emulate feelings on the surface to other people. 
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Intelligent [color=cyan]][/color] - Cal is a borderline genius. He picks up languages effortlessly, is naturally in tune with his magic as a yasoi, and has an excellent memory for things that matter to him such as exchange rates of currency, international shipping laws, trivia, history and the like. Besides this, Luuntiil is a rumor mill. News from across the world ends up on that tiny island, and so he has a large understanding of world events, not limited to one region.
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Prepared [color=cyan]][/color] - Behind every single one of Cal’tuuro’s schemes is another scheme. And should those schemes go awry, there are plans to get back on track, or divert himself from disaster, or flee if necessary. Cal plans everything, he never forgets where he puts himself and he wouldn’t dare walk out his dorm without everything he needs for the day.
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Disciplined [color=cyan]][/color] - There is a distinct focus in Luuntese culture about self improvement. They are obsessed by it. Whilst many yasoi are addicted to the more hedonistic ways of life, Luuntese will spend their entire life training their magic, attempting to make money, exercising their body, reading, whatever it is that can make them a better person. Cal’tuuro has picked this up in stride. It does not matter how he feels. If a particular action is to benefit him, he does it, without complaint.
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[h2][u][color=cyan]W E A K N E S S E S   &   F L A W S [/color][/u][/h2]
[indent][color=cyan]❖[[/color] Self doubt [color=cyan]][/color] - There is the inkling in his mind that perhaps he is a monster, a horrific person, that he too could commit heinous actions just like a yanii could. It stops him from ever going near hard substances, but it also stops him trying a lot of new things in fear that he too could lose control of himself. There is always a voice telling him that he isn’t special, or different, just lucky.
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] OCD [color=cyan]][/color] - Cal’tuuro has it bad. He tries not to let it distract him, and while he is largely successful in these endeavors, there are times where he cannot stop himself from becoming irritable or enraged as a result of this disorder being triggered. He attempts to mitigate this by making sure that his clothes are spotless, that everything he packs for the day is in a specific place and sticking to an organized, structured routine but he does not handle things being out of line very well. It is why when his plans are disturbed by outside interference, that he can lose himself to irrational feelings if he does not mind himself.
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Fearful [color=cyan]][/color] - Not only does he fear what he is, and what he will become, he also fears death. Greatly so. And combat, for that matter. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how much control over the gift you have, a stray bullet can hit you, the person can be stronger than you anticipated, other variables come into play. He will not engage in violence unless it is necessary, he has a contingency and believes he can win. Otherwise, he’ll do whatever he can to de-escalate the situation or flee.
[color=cyan]❖[[/color] Skewed worldview [color=cyan]][/color] - He has lived his entire life up until this point on an island with the worst of society and his yasoi brothers and sisters. His perception of humans, hegelans, eeiako is vastly different from the norm and he has a high level of underlying racism, though he’s not so keen as to let it show openly. Not while he can still profit from their existence.
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[h3][u][color=cyan]T H E   G I F T [/color][/u][/h3]
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=orange]Arcane[/color] ] – [0. Neophyte ] - There's not much purpose for this school as present for him currently. He uses it very sparingly to slightly increase the heat of reactions, but until further precision is needed, he wont find himself studying it much.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=red]Binding[/color] ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - To Cal'tuuro, binding was a necessity to learn. Not only for the synthesis of material, and building, but also for the matter of healing ailments and adjusting minute details.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=purple]Chemical[/color]: [i]Internal[/i] ] – [ 4. Journeyman ] - Cal’tuuro’s specialty. He’s an expert chemist, he knows what chemicals make people feel emotions, what doses are required, and how to use synthesize reactions to produce certain substances. It is his bread and butter.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=blue]Kinetic[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Unlike most Yasoi, Cal is not swinging around trees or requiring a great amount of movement. Luuntiil is very urbanized and as such, he has never seen much reason to particularly specialize his knowledge in this school, though he'll get round to it eventually should he find a use. 
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=yellow]Magnetic[/color] ] – [ 1. Novice ] - Cal'tuuro employs this as a sort of tertiary specialization. A lot of chemical reactions rely on a slight electrical charge and his knowledge is known for this specialty. 

[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=green]Atomic Magic[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - He's capable of explosions. Big ones do not serve his interest in the slightest.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=red]Blood Magic[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - To him, there is little difference between binding and blood magic, though he has not studied the offensive capabilities much. He may begin to learn more about the particularities should it peak his interest.	
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ Temporal Magic: ] – [ 2. Apprentice ] - When most think of this largely forbidden and unknown school, they think of it in the large scale. Grand acts of pausing time, and leaping across the world, resetting timelines and the like. And while Cal could eventually be capable of some of these feats, his specialization within this school is small, localized pauses in time. A chemical reaction that's been delayed for a second can produce vastly different results than standard. Slowing the speed of ingestion, or a small piece of matter, or increasing the speed of synthesis can all vary things massively. It's by far the school hes put the most work into, despite his better ability in Chemical simply because of the time investment required, though his blood ties and yasoi nature have definitely helped him advance quicker than most. That being said, he's also a decently capable teleporter. 
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=black]Dark Magic[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - He's heard of the tarlonese employing it, but it seems to be a force far beyond his comprehension, and something he's quite frankly not interested in dealing with.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=gray]Command[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - Has heard rumours, and is honestly quite interested in it, but it seems to be something that is extremely closely guarded. Would he to gain access however, it would fascinate him so.
[color=cyan]❖[/color] [ [color=brown]???[/color] ] – [ 0. Neophyte ] - ???
{Special Abilities}: ???

[h3][u][color=cyan]I N V E N T O R Y [/color][/u][/h3]
{Wealth}: 500 Magus
{Pets & Hobbies}: None
{Inventory} Cal’tuuro did not bring much to Ersand’Enise. Most of his possessions are located at his home, and they mostly consist of various useless trinkets and treasures, but he does not like them being out of their place. He did however bring the only weapon that he owns. 


[hider=Amant Silencieux]
[b]Name:[/b] Amant Silencieux (Silent Lover)
[b]Item Description:[/b] An ornate looking gun that seems to be more of a show piece than a weapon, however don't let that fool you, you might never get to make that mistake again.

[b]Special:[/b] Any time Amant Silencieux would fire, it will draw from the sound, light and heat energy it would produce when fired and disperses them elsewhere to act as cover.

[b]Additive Effect:[/b]5% Increase
[b]Mana Type:[/b] Standard
[b]Longevity:[/b] Gold
[b]Efficiency:[/b] Silver
[b]Density:[/b] PLatinum
[b]Capacity:[/b] Gold
[b]Attunement:[/b] Steel

[b]Final Grade:[/b] Gold 

[img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/995160548847145021/1064745361459138680/f3ffaece2bf1138052bb3e34fa00ecf5.png[/img]
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[h3][u][color=cyan]M I S C E L L A N E O U S [/color][/u][/h3]

Color = Cyan

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