[hider=Caleb Demaar Evermoore II] Name: Caleb Demaar Evermoore II Age: 22 Description: A young human man in his early twenties, slim-built but well-muscled, standing at 5’11. To the outside observer, he typically wears an ornate but expressionless mask across his face, along with some form of cloak over armor made of boiled leather. The concealing apparel hides burn scars across the better part of his body. Under the scarring and concealing apparel is a man with symmetrical features, and short but well-kept red hair, alongside emerald-green eyes. His hair is shaved specifically along the scar from a gash along the left side of his head, so that it sits in plain view when his hood is down. Race: Human Nation: Avalan (Originally Gael) Magic type: Prana Abilities: Formal training as a tactician and strategist. Less formal, but more extensive training in stealth and subterfuge. Extensive training, both formal and practical, in fencing. Prana affects speed moreso than power, allowing him to move in short bursts at supersonic speeds, with a reaction time to match. Background: [hider=Background] Born to the small kingdom of Gael, Caleb was the second-born son the king and queen of the nation, with his eldest brother and heir to the throne Louis being born two years prior. While Louis was educated in leadership and statecraft, Caleb was given a bit more freedom to choose, and took to learning warfare at an early age, studying great leaders of old, and the ones who’d checked their ambitions. Caleb and Louis cared for each other deeply, but as the years passed the brothers both took to one field, where they held a particularly fierce rivalry; swordplay. While his elder brother took more reality to longswords and shields, Caleb found himself preferring rapiers over any other blade. Despite how close they were, Louis was always that little bit better than Caleb, not that he would’ve ever admitted it at the time. Raised in a castle, Caleb was used to a life of luxury, although found himself increasingly worried with the actions of the rapidly-growing Empire of Kovos. Eventually, they would come knocking, and led by a member of the Crimson Wings, the kingdom of Gael would find itself under attack. They fell quickly, with the final official order given by King Louis Evermoore II being for Louis and Caleb to flee into the marshes outside the castle, and escape. Their flight from the castle wouldn’t go uncontested. As the pair fled into the marshlands, they found themselves pursued by an Imperial dragon rider. Their escort broke off from the pair in a desperate but pointless attempt to buy time for the pair to escape. When the dragon rider caught up with the two, Louis caught on to it just a little bit faster, and pushed Caleb behind a tree moments before it happened. Caleb watched as dragonfire immolated his brother, narrowly avoiding that same fate. However, he wouldn’t go untouched by the flames either, finding himself horribly burned, although not dead. He forced himself up despite the pain, and watched as the dragon rider landed, and mocked him. But in that moment of fear and pain, but above all, absolute fury at the death of his brother, Caleb awakened. He didn’t know what happened next. All he remembered is that in the time it took an already falling branch to finish hitting the ground, both the dragon and the rider were dead, and he’d evidently done it judging by his drawn sword and a lack of any other individuals present. But in so doing, he damaged his body further, and he was barely able to drag himself away from the fire. Only to be met by another dragon rising up out of the mire. He stared it down as it approached, but it only needed to look at the dead rider behind him to realize that, wounded as he was, this man was no prey. Neither party wished to take the risk of the fight, and the dragon gently picked him up and flew away. Caleb suspects it initially just wanted him out of it’s territory, but it hasn’t left him yet. When Caleb woke back up after passing out in the dragon’s claws, he found himself in Avalan, with his wounds being actively treated. While they were able to save his life, Caleb would forever be scarred by that day, both mentally and physically, and took to wearing a mask and concealing clothing to hide the scars, figuring it’d be less unpleasant for others than wearing the numerous horrible burn scars in plain view. He’d spend the next five years in Avalan, training with fencers who’ve been swordfighting longer than his former homeland had existed as a country. Learning to hide and fight from the shadows, in preparation for the day he could return to retake his homeland. When the Alliance was formed, Caleb packed up his things and answered the call right then and there. He doesn’t know if he’s ready for this fight, but he’s ready to bring down the bastards who killed his family and conquered his home, or die trying. [/hider] Appearance: [hider=Appearance][img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019de390-ac2f-745a-bf9f-b75ca1e3cd0c.webp [/img][/hider] [hr] Dragon Name: Tir’verkalen (tear-VER-call-in) Dragon Type: Brass Description: A male, quadripeal dragon that stands at just over 9’, with an 18’ wingspan, and a powerful frame covered in dark brass scales. Its form is supported by four powerful limbs, each ending in four clawed digits. Instead of breathing fire, he can spray what appears to be some form of adhesive sludge that violently explodes within a few seconds of becoming exposed to the air, and reacts even more violently to water. If approached in a manner that betrays fear, Tir’verkalen has been known to react aggressively. Appearance: [hider=Appearance][img] https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019de440-4973-775f-b663-c265f7f52dd1.webp [/img][/hider] [/hider]