"I assure you. I shall do everything in my power to return our fair Queen to safety."
| Name |
Callon Rhanwon Agarwaenor
| Nickname |
He usually goes by the name "Callon" or, perhaps, "Cal" by few. He despises that abbreviation of his name. Many refer to him simply as "The Elf" or "General".
| Age |
147
| Sexuality |
Pansexual; he sees himself as gender-blind
| Species |
Elf
| Occupation |
General in the Elven Army
| Height |
Six feet, three inches
| Build |
Lean, lanky, and lithe
| Likes |
- Sounds of the Forest // He's lived in the forest his entire life, and so they soothe him. He especially loves hearing leaves rustle with the breeze.
- Having His Bow // Without his bow, Callon tends to feel vulnerable and disadvantaged. It is the only weapon he feels comfortable fighting a battle with, too.
- Trees // Callon loves trees. Not only does he enjoy their presence, but he loves to climb them and rest in the branches. Given his lack of physically strength, he most likely feels safer in trees, too.
- Wine // He loves the taste of wine, but he does not enjoy having to worry about losing his senses. Therefore, Callon tends to water down his wine so it's at least a fourth water. It ruins the taste, partially, but he is willing to make sacrifices for his occupation. However, he certainly wouldn't turn down wine that was full-strength.
- Being in Charge // Callon will certainly give respect to a superior, but he dislikes having to take order from others. He feels it belittles him, and he does not enjoy relying on the commands of others. He's much more comfortable when his opinion is at least being considered highly.
- Consuming Meat // Though he fights fearlessly in battle, Callon grows squeamish at the thought of consuming an animal's flesh.
- Shouting & Loud Sounds // He's a peaceful spirit, and so loud noises tend to frighten him or at least startle him. Plus, they greatly contradict the usual bird calls and wind he is used to.
- Killing // Yes, he can lead a siege on another city without a qualm. However, he prefers taking prisoners. In his mind, all are innocent until actually proven guilty with physical evidence that he can see.
- Scolding // Callon has dealt with a fair share of scolding over the years from various superiors, but he still does not take well to it. Usually, harsh words cause him to scuff his boots against the ground and avert his gaze.
- Hard Liquor // Most liquors, like whiskey, hurt Callon's throat as they go down. Really, he has no tolerance for them.
- Running through the woods
- Playing the lute
- Making arrows (he's quite the amateur, though)
- Dancing at social gatherings (again, not that talented at it)
- Arriving too late to save the Queen
- Dying on the mission to rescue the Queen
- Darkness, especially when it obscures his vision
- Being demoted from his current occupation
| Skills and Abilities |
- Adept Sword Combatant // Callon is most comfortable with his bow. However, he is also capable of holding his own against an opponent of equal or less strength in a sword-fight.
- Excellent archer // His bow is a part of him, more or less. Callon moves freely and skillfully, ducking and dodging while firing arrows into the vitals of his opponents. Callon's prowess with a bow is, perhaps, unmatched by any human. He certainly outmatches most of the elves in his army. The only creature he knows of that can outmatch him in archery is Gwilwîlethien.
- Seasoned Tactician // One hundred and forty seven years gives a man plenty of time to perfect his skills. Having been a general for quite some time now, Callon is a skilled, practiced leader and tactician. He's led many campaigns and, before then, fought in them.
- Lithe and Agile // He lacks heavy muscle, but Callon does not seem to mind. He is agile and built in a manner that allows him to leap and duck with ease. He seems to move quite effortlessly in combat with a certain grace that takes years to master. Then again, he's had quite enough time to do so.
- Physically weak and truly unable to fist fight or wrestle against any stronger or larger opponent
- Grows squeamish and upset over the death or injury of innocents
- Can not fight without a weapon
- Fights only when he must and avoids warfare otherwise
- Does not know how to track or hunt creatures, only armies
- Weapons // Callon's most prized possession is his bow. It is a longbow made of yew, and it stands as tall as he does from head to knee. He constantly has the bow slung over his shoulder, the string diagonally cutting across his chest. His quiver of arrows is usually slung over the same shoulder and carries an assortment of arrows. Some of these arrows look misplaced or crooked, but these are simply the ones Callon has tried to make himself. At his side, he keeps a one-handed sword made of steel for one-on-one combat. Of course, he's much more comfortable with his bow.
- Animals // Callon would much rather walk across the trees to his destination, but he knows this will not work. Instead, he's brought a young, silver mare with him to ride named Alya. She carries most of his belongings, as he personally likes traveling lightly. He tends to let small animals that burrow in his belongings ride along with him, too.
- Clothing // Callon wears a forest green tunic of soft, flexible cloth. Also, he has leggings made of an ebony fabric and, from leather, boots and bracers. Besides this, he carries another set of leggings and a woolen tunic along with some weathered, yet trusty, leather armor. Callon also has a leather helmet, too (though it's a bit less ornate to preserve practicality). A dark brown cloak is usually around his neck as he rides, but he'll leave it on the back of his horse when he travels through the trees. Also around his neck, Callon wears a necklace of fibers braided together. On this chain rest the head of an arrow he plucked from the breast of an enemy in his first conflict. Since then, he's worn it for good luck in battle and in his adventures.
- Food // Before leaving, he took enough time to try and pack a decent amount of food since he has no idea what it will be like later in the journey. In a saddlebag, he has packed an assortment of herbs and vegetables for gnawing on since he knows he won't eat meat unless he's starving. Also, he carries a few hard rolls that seem to resemble a sort of biscuit or hardtack. They're said to be able to curb one's appetite for hours, but Callon isn't so sure he believes that. Either way, he brought them along.
- Other // The Elf has brought along maps with him, gathered from the Elven archives. On the back of his horse's saddle, he carries a bedroll and blanket. Also, he carries his lute (which he is quite skilled at playing, though he's certainly not an expert).
| Personality |
{Quiet, Introverted, Light, Tolerant, Righteous, Indecisive, Detached}
The youngest Elven general, Callon Agarwaenor, is certainly an odd character. In battle, he proves to be quite the adversary with deft movements of a sword or quick, accurate shots from a bow. His tactical skills are truly unmatched by his allies in the army and, more or less, by other intelligent life. And yet, off of the battle field, he proves to be a much less intimidating figure than he makes himself out to be. Callon tends to lose himself in the fray, but he is in truth quite the introvert.
Callon is a loner at heart. It isn't that he dislikes company, for he certainly enjoys a good chat and doesn't really like being by himself. However, he's never really been the most socially adept elf. Through life, he's found better company in trees and wildlife than fellow elves. Even at celebrations or festivals, he is usually found observing closely from the sidelines. If he pushes himself out of his comfort zone enough, he truly loves dancing and drinking along with the others. These detached ways make him stand out in elven society, but his prowess in battle certainly redeems him, though not enough for many to be willing to interact with him.
He is certainly not pure, per say, but perhaps "light" describes him better anyway. Callon does not seem to hold malicious thoughts toward many. To most, he would seem quite innocent. Yet, he has seen men and elves alike ripped apart in battle, tearing his innocence from him. It is for this reason mostly that he dislikes senseless violence. It sickens him physically and mentally, in fact, and he tends to take his time deciding whether violence is justified in a battle. Still, Callon has won many victories for the elves. He likes to say he is righteous and fights chivalrously, like a human knight. He fights to defend others or to rescue others, never to conquer. Constantly afraid he'll make the wrong decision, Callon tends to take his time making up his mind. It is seen as craven and, in a way, it certainly is quite cowardly.
In his free time, he's quite bookish. Callon reads up on history, battles, and the exploits of knights and heroes. He's seen the cruelty of the world in his "short" one hundred years, but he still tends to be quite a romantic. He has yet to find a significant other, but once he does, he is sure to latch on to them and pursue affection whole-heartedly. More or less, Callon is a bit of a lonely soul who, made wise by years of battle, feels that it is his moral obligation to rescue his Queen.
| History |
Most heroes immortalized in ballads are born under strange circumstances. But Callon seems to believe he had an average, elven childhood. But, then again, one hardly knows anything different than what they've experienced their entire lives. His conception was certainly a reason for both of his parents to rejoice. His father, also named Callon, was a well-respected elven leader who, realizing his own mortality in a battle, decided to take a wife quite late in life. Their relationship was certainly unconventional, but they were happy nonetheless. They had planned to have their first child in a time of peace, but war with a rival kingdom of centaurs was declared only a few months into the pregnancy. The young, female elf hardly wished to see her husband leave, yet he fought her protests and rode off into battle. The senior Callon perished in battle, pierced through the neck with an arrow. Regardless, the war was won when the younger Callon entered his third year.
He was always a bright lad who, like most elves, was chattering and walking by one. His mother was never to remarry, for elves choose their spouse for life (more or less), so he grew up as an only child. Callon seemed to know from early on that his lack of a father certainly separated himself from his peers. Most elves around his age had been born after the war. Callon's father, despite being a great elven general himself, hadn't seemed to realize he might not return from the impending war. It was a foolish mistake on his part that Callon refers to as a blunder or a miscalculation, even if it meant he would have never been born.
And so, he grew up among books upon books. His closest friends became those immortalized between pages. By the age of ten, he could give a synopsis of elven history, and he could recite historical events across multiple races by twenty. He taught himself the language of men by forty. As his peers raced through the forest, he perched on a high branch and read to his heart's desire. By seventy, Callon reached physical maturity. Towards the end of his puberty, Callon's focus became military tactic and strategy. The death of his father haunted him. How could an elf fall from glory so quickly? He honed his ability to use a bow, which his mother had drilled in him since childhood, hoping he would be able to avenge the father he never knew. Coincidentally, the elves were thrown into war again by the time he became a fully-grown elf.
His first war was his proudest war. Though he was set more on revenge than defending his people, Callon realized how well he worked on the battle field. He was only the equivalent of a private, yet his knowledge impressed many of those who outranked him. In one instance, he blatantly admitted the absurdity of a leader's plan and suggested his own. In the end, the general's idea failed and many elves started to look to the young elf, barely over one hundred, who seemed to understand the art of warfare well. At the end of the war, Callon was promoted for his prowess.
Deciding this was where he belonged, Callon decided to stick around in the elven army even after the war. For almost thirty years years, he'd fight in small skirmishes. Each time, as he grew more and more seasoned, Callon's rank increased. By the time he reached ninety-five, he was on his way to becoming the youngest general. In a battle at age ninety-eight, however, he began to question his choices. The elves had planned a midnight ambush on their opponents and, as he ran into the fray, Callon came face to face with a young opponent who was hardly of age. Panicking, he slew him and continued. The grief of doing so tormented him, so he decided to "take a break" from war and looked for another career to pursue.
Mustering up his courage, he left the elven community and journeyed off. In his travels, he met the family of the future Queen who, coincidentally, was looking for a tutor for the young girl. Callon accepted eagerly and taught the girl everything he'd learned as a boy. From the time she was five until the time she was eighteen, Callon lived with the family and taught her. The bond he formed with the young woman was a tight one, and for years, he would write to her. As he taught her, Callon began to come to terms with his own "mistake". At the end of her learning, he returned home a changed man who decided war could never be used for revenge, but for defense.
And so, the young elf returned to the battlefront. As those in his age group married and bore children, Callon dedicated his heart and soul into advancing further. By one hundred thirty-five, Callon achieved his goal and became the youngest elven general. His personal library grew and grew in size so that he could drown in literature while he wasn't at war. And then, just months ago, his perfect life took a twist. One of the only beings he felt close to, the Queen of Thralreth, was captured by the dragon Cyrodil. He mourned for quite some time, and many noticed this. However, at the news of the possibility of a rescue mission, Callon grew ecstatic. However, he never expected to be called the join the rescue party. Regardless, when he was invited, Callon eagerly jumped at the opportunity. And so, the young general packed up a minimal amount of belongings and prepared to leave on his journey.
