Name: Callous

Age: 22

He is a: Warrior

Personality: Callous isn’t an inch off his name. He is a highly insensitive male and a hard hearted soul. With his own agenda and goals weighing like lead upon his shoulders Callous rarely gives a thought towards the desires of others unless they bring him closer to his own. He doesn’t intend to come across as thick-skinned but he certainly does. All facades of loyalty and brother ship will be swiped aside within moments of his personal goals being threatened.

Not the brightest crayon in the pack no ones ever accused Callous of being too smart for his own good but he has his little moments when it suits him. Though he is very focused when he’s planning something Cal does tend to let himself down when push comes to shove. Being prideful a small insult can trigger the beast within him called ‘temper’ and before he or the offender knows it they’ve got a brawl on their hands. His temper is usually his down fall though it goes as quickly as it comes.
Not opposed to violence Callous won’t hesitate to shatter a jaw or break an arm whether those in his wraths way are able to defend themselves or not. If someone deserves punishing he certainly won’t hold any prisoners around his male fellows.


Description: He’s broad in the shoulders, long in the arms and wide in the thighs. His hands are large but his feet are as quick as a hiccup. With a muscular build and years of combat training Callous isn’t someone to be taken lightly. He stands roughly at 5’11 and owns a few raised scars on his face and chest where he and some fellows were testing their pain threshold to see who would buckle first under a hot iron poker. He was much younger at the time and these days does his best to steer clear of needless tests of courage etc. From working out in the sun Callous has russet skin which fades to a lighter tan in the winters. His eyes are gray and his hair short and blond.
Callous tends to wear a tough leather jerkin, dark trousers and hardy brown boots with a scabbard on his back to hold his sword.

Likes, Dislikes and personal fears: Anything that damages his pride can end up damaged itself therefore Callous holds an intense dislike for things that smear his reputation and name. He hates those who aren’t upfront and blunt about things, he’s not someone who will take the time to dwell on the thoughts of others. If something’s on their mind they best tell him and hope for the best otherwise he will disregard any negative feelings and sort them out if they begin to irritate him with their unexplained moods.

He’s heard talk of the female species. Supposedly inferior yet they manage to kill so many men with their…oddities. He’s determined not to fall to the unnamed advantages they may hold above him and he’s certain he’ll over come the lesser side of his species. Stories both encourage and discourage him of such thoughts… you could say he has a fear that women have some un foretold trick up there sleeve that allows them to take so many lives.



Thoughts on Women:Callous has never met an adult Woman before but that doesn’t mean he’s never come across a woman.
On a hunting expedition when Callous was in his mid-teens his tutor shot something in the bushes that he thought was a small doe. As it turns out when they approached their prey they discovered it was a small female. A young one. She was huddled over with an arrow imbedded in her side. His tutor predicted she was only a mere 7 summers old. She was fading rapidly but calls in the distance suggested her company was close by. They left her there…rasping and shuddering in shock.

He justified their actions that day by reassuring himself if they had stuck around a feud would have ensued between them and the women. They weren’t prepared for a battle at the time and were few in numbers. Still the memory of the first female he had ever met scarred his mind. Her little face and clear complexion. Tiny features and bones brittle like those of a field mouse. She was no threat. Helpless and painfully defenceless. He couldn't compare her to the stories tossed back and forth between the locals. He even aired his thoughts once but was told she had been only young and already injured.

This leaves Callous unsure about women. At what point are they dangerous? Even though he has seen one for himself he is no better off than some of his brothers...if anything he is at a disadvantage as he expects all women no matter what their age to be small and hopeless like the girl from his past.