Name: Calais
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Nationality: Jehannan
Appearance: Calais stands at a lackluster 5'8" that is neither pitiable nor intimidating. His skin is tanned, easily marking him as one from the many traveling caravans of Jehanna's desert. His youthful face is framed by pale blonde hair that falls over his forehead and darkens to black at the tips. His keen eyes are a vibrant turquoise that starkly contrasts against his dark skin. Being no stranger to hard labor has left his body lean. Toned but by no means muscular.
Calais sees his attire as simple, though foreigners would consider his clothing exotic. Earthy tones make up his sleevless tunic with tribal patterns embroidered throughout. His breeches are loose and easy to move around in. While he'd much rather run the streets barefoot, as he is accustomed to, the boy wears leather sandals when traveling to the other, more uptight regions of Magvel. Calais also has a weakness for jewelery. He wears a variety of accessories including a necklace, bracelets, and anklets all made from painted beads, feathers, and animal bone.
Personality: The boy is, at once, cheerful. It is rare to see the young man without even a smirk across his face. He is optimistic and laid back, often acting upon a whim. This attitude is not borne from a carefree life, however. He is no stranger to hardship and oppression. Calais merely prefers to keep a positive attitude because he believes life is too short to spend it miserable. His motto is "don't worry over things you cannot control."
Calais feels little to no shame in giving in to temptation. Food, drink, love, money... All are consumed with gusto, often to the point of overindulgance. While his lack of self control would likely be met with disgust from high-class, stuck up individuals, Calais simply does not believe in moderation and often seems to enjoy antagonizing them with his antics.
He is a prankster, lighthearted, and unapologetic. He is Calais. Nothing more, nothing less.
Class: Bard
Starting Stats:
HP: 16
Str: 1
Mag: 1
Skl: 5
Spd: 8
Luk: 0 + 4
Def: 3
Res: 1 + 1
Sword: E
Growth Rates:
HP: 45%
Str: 40%
Mag: 0%
Skl: 50%
Spd: 65%
Luk: 70%
Def: 30%
Res: 50%
Starting Inventory:
Bronze Sword
Vulnerary
Vulnerary
Vulnerary
[Empty Slot]
Strengths: Calais is at once, charming, Many find it easy to confide in him, often to the point of revealing too much information. He is trustworthy and positive, uplifting the spirits of those around him. The boy's true talents lie in music. He is able to play an impressive variety of instruments including the flute, lyre, and tambourine. He is also an accomplished dancer, though he is somewhat reluctant to acknowledge this. His most valuable asset is that of entertaining and inspiring others...which, in these foreboding times, can prove suprisingly invaluable.
Weaknesses: Calais' biggest weakness is his willpower, or lack thereof. He is prone to spending frivolously, cavorting with women, inhaling food, and drinking like a fish. These vices have proven to get the better of him more than once in the past. The young man is also, by no stretch of the imagination, a warrior. He was not trained to fight at a young age, he is not a cadet in any knight school. Calais wields a sword much in the same way he wields a frying pan, which, in case there was any question, typically ends poorly.
History: Calais was born in the harsh desert of Jehanna twenty years ago. The fifth of six children, he was often overlooked by his parents. As such, the boy quickly learned that being the loudest child garnered the most attention. This is something that has stuck with him ever since.
His family was part of a caravan that would travel the desert, never staying in one place for very long. Given the fact that agriculture was never a strong point for Jehanna, and the undeniable prejudice the other inhabitants of Magvel had for people of his kind, work was never easy to come by. No matter what the current state of affairs the monarchies were in or the status of the economy, however, one thing proved to be true; the people always love entertainment. The caravan's livelihood had come from performing long before Calais or any of his siblings were born and, as such, the boy was expected to do his part. He was taught to sing, dance, and play various musical instruments, becoming quite proficient at each. The young man genuinely loved performing as it was a way for him to be the center of attention without fighting for it.
With every member of the caravan contributing whether it be acting, dancing, fortune telling, or feats of illusion, it soon grew a reputation as a sort of traveling circus. Local villagers would soon flock to their campsites when word had spread of the troupe's arrival. Business was good and Calais was doing what he loved.
But unfortunately, things do not last forever...
The caravan's popularity also made them a target for bandits. More than once, Calais' people were subject to brutal raids. The tribes of the Jehannen desert are strong-willed, however, and despite the occassional setback, continued to conduct business as best they could. The recent string of bandit attacks has proven to be more than a thorn in the side of the troupe. There was something different about these brigands. They were more organized, more ruthless. Forced to shut down, the tribe's traditions and very way of life were in jeopardy. With money and supplies quickly running out, it seemed that all hope was lost. After all, the fact remained that no one cared about the fates of a sand rat.
With the rising sun still cresting over the firey horizon, Calais made his promise; to put a stop to the bandits himself and restore the caravan to its former glory. With that, they boy set out for the city of Renais with stars in his eyes and excitement in his heart.