Appearance: 
Full Name: Caleb Maganti
Nicknames: K, Magi, and even LT.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Build: Fairly lanky, but with clearly defined muscles
Scars, Tattoos, & Piercings: As for scars, Caleb has many, and he has no idea where some of them even came from, only that they weren't there when he started drinking...On the other hand, there are the thin scars decorating his hands and arms, that shine in stark relief under fluorescent lighting - training scars - there's the thicker, somehow more brutal scar, shaped like a rough cross, over his heart, scars from a cat o' nine tails down his tanned back, and lastly, a scar from a knife fight on the calf of his right leg.
Caleb has only one tattoo, a black stylistic sun inked into the back of his neck.
And lastly, Caleb has five thin metal rings piercing his right-hand eyebrow.
Occupation/Rank: He's an ex-Lieutenant and now is essentially an odd-job man.
Skills and Talents: Caleb is rather technically savvy, able to start up almost anything mechanical that's stopped working for a variety of reasons. He has also learnt to speak a few obscure languages, the knowledge of which he consistently uses to his advantage by...eavesdropping. He's a curious man. Caleb has also endured a considerable amount of training with a variety of weapons, but favours a simple auto pistol when he's not fighting hand-to-hand, which is his preferred style. On a different note, Caleb has some sort of residual magic in his blood, which has given him what he refers to as a Charm-Aura. If activated, Caleb becomes infinitely more interesting, appealing, and sexually attractive to whomever he's directing it towards.
Caleb can be tough, disciplined, and loyal. But he also has a real, major problem with authority figures, and tends to do whatever he feels like doing and damn the consequenes. He also rarely says no to any offer that has the potential to be life threatening. Lacking purpose, Caleb tends to drift until the next interesting thing comes rolling along. And when he drifts, he drinks, and when he drinks...Well. On the other hand, Caleb is fairly sociable, although prone to sarcasm, and prefers his own company - long term - to that of others.
Fears: Perhaps oddly, needles and slavery.
Likes: Alcohol, books, and music.
Dislikes: Early mornings, training sessions, and bright light.
Caleb was born in a city that he calls The (insert swear word of choice here) Imperial City, with a good deal of sarcasm laced into the short title. He refuses to elaborate further when questioned, mostly because he can't actually remember any details. What he does remember - and there aren't any records of this stuff - is that his mother left her newborn baby with his father to re-join the gang she had departed when she got pregnant. An only child, Caleb was brought up by his hard-working father, who was easily able to support them both through long hours and determination.
Aged eighteen, Caleb was enrolled in what was essentially a University, which he refers to fondly as The Hive. There, he learnt, perhaps rather oddly, that he had a Charm-Aura, which he has been unable to trace to its origin in his lineage, all of which are normal humans, various languages, and how to defend himself. Five years later, he graduated with high qualifications, and immediately entered into The City's Imperial Army, as, essentially, a bog standard soldier. At that time, he became remarkably proficient with a rifle, but never grew fond of the long distance weapon. He remained in the Army until two years ago, when he simply...quit.
Since then, Caleb has wandered from world to world, paying his way through a variety of odd jobs and simple thievery. Caleb is well aware that he now has a criminal record, but that doesn't bother him in the slightest. What does bother him is staying ahead of the scouts still searching for him; searching with the intention to drag him back to the Army he deserted.
