Description
Name: Caled Hinori
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: 
Description: He appears very feminine, though I assure you he is a male. Dark azure hair reaching down to barely touch his breast, with pale light green eyes that almost seem to glitter in the night. He has a small bag that he normally wears on his right shoulder that goes around his left side. Inside is a small notebook that seems near its end. Several pages are torn and the front cover is ripped in various places, as well as water damage that looks like it should've overtaken the book years ago. There is no back cover, and a small pencil-like object lies next to it. Also inside are a pair of silver gauntlets that almost seem to glow. On his back is a long blade, sheathed in a decorative scabbard. He commonly wears a black shirt, with cuts and tears running through it, revealing silver chainmail armor underneath it. He wears matching black blacks, both his pants and shirt being made of a silk like material. Over his pants are silver plated gleaves and matching sabatons, which are armor pieces for the lower legs and feet respectively.
Personality
An overall creepy individual, for the most part. He always feels uncomfortable, rarely siting still and almost constantly writes within his notebook, good luck if you want to know what's within it. He doesn't hesitate to ask questions to complete strangers, nor does he back down even if it would make said person uncomfortable. Generally someone else would have to reach out to him, though that someone would have to be very patient, and that's when his true self begins to show; a very care-free guy who simply wants companionship. He instantly loses all respect for someone if they mistake him for a female, requiring them to begin the ladder that is his friendship again. As he begins to better know/understand a person, he seems to become a little more caring of their feelings above his own curiosity, especially if said person if female.
Equipment
As stated before, he has a medium sized brown bag that hangs around him, a small notebook with a pencil inside. Joining the notebook are two gauntlets, that also seem to glow, and he has a 4 foot sword on his back. Despite all the weapons and armor he seems to have, he is very inexperienced in all of them.
History
Nothing of too much importance to note. He grew up sheltered within his home, which leads to his socialization problems, only made worse by these demonic attacks. His father, fearing for his and his mother's safety, stayed behind in their home as the aforementioned two fled, giving him his brown bag and everything inside it before ultimately dying. His mother would then receive severe head-aches as well as just generally not be able to do, well, anything. Forcing Caled to not only raise himself, but feed, find a home, and take of both of them, which grew into a hatred of her. It was due to this, as well as his original sheltered lifestyle, that his interactions with the outside world and few and far apart until the day he gathered what remained of the weapons his father had left him and fled, leaving his useless mother on her own.
Other: Has trouble expressing his emotions, especially around females.
His known to lie, though he's very bad at it.
Depending on the situation, and the costs of failure, he may attempt to use his more... "feminine" attributes to escape from a tight situation.
So begins...
"Ah, but is your breakfast all you have to lose...?" came from a voice that neither of the table's inhabitants could exactly pinpoint where. Though, suddenly, they both realized that a third person had joined Calvin and Saxton at their table. He looked to be very feminine in his facial characteristics, dark azure hair reaching down to barely touch his breast, with pale light green eye. He wore a black, almost silk looking, shirt, with cuts and tears running through it, revealing silver chainmail armor underneath it, as well as matching black pants that seem to be made of the same material. Over his pants are silver plated gleaves and matching sabatons, which are armor pieces for the lower legs and feet respectively. Over his right shoulder, was a medium sized bag that seemed almost full. The man was apparently writing something down onto a small notebook-like object, before placing it into his bag. "The Demon of Grimes, eh?" he whispers as he turns to Saxton. "I foresee death in your future, though not necessarily yours."
"You foresee death? I hope you're not talking about me." commented Calvin. "But then again, I've encountered many "magic men" that say that load of crap, but none of it is ever real." Calvin continued. "Alright Saxton, we have places to go, no need to bother our time with this gypsy trash." he stated, signaling Saxton to leave. But as much as Calvin wanted to leave the building, he was intrigued at how this person had not fled when they heard the name "The Demon of Grimes". Calvin was wondering to himself why this? man? seemed to have an interest in Saxton; cause any normal person, would flee from hearing such title. Again, there was a silence in the room, only this time, a slight feeling of unease filled the atmosphere. "Hmm, this might be time to maybe test my cannon, but then again, its still not fully operational without Saxton's magic. Who knows, maybe i can intimidate this person way." Calvin thought to himself, then reached in this inner coat pocket to grab something. The pocket was empty. "What?!" Calvin thought to himself. "Where is it?!....oh wait....its still in my room!! D*** it!" he shouted in his mind. Calvin kept a straight look on his face, and waited to see if Saxton would give a reply.
"Death? Death is in everyone's future yours, mine, even the royals. No one can avoid it the old the young even immortals see death even if it isn't themselves." Saxton stared at the new stranger then began to speak again "Death is a natural part of life that we all will see, if death takes me soon it will be welcomed, it will be the peace I've been seeking for these past four years." Saxton stood up and stared at the door to the inn then let out a sigh "Well that took them faster than I thought it would" Poorly dressed men started to walk into the inn, each holding a sword or dagger. The one that appeared to be the leader of the group stepped forward and smirked pointing at Saxton then spoke
"Demon of Grimes huh? You are pathetic looking when I heard that the Demon of Grimes was here I thought you would look more demonic and more cruel" The leader laughed and so did his men "Alright "Demon of Grimes" you will come with and my men preferably dead so we need to kill you now to bad if you looked more demonic then I would of hired your to work for me" Saxton stood staring at the group of bandits then looked at the floor "Are you listening to me Demon?!"
Saxton looked up his eyes glowing red then he drew his sword "No I'm not listening to you only cause this is the same thing that has been happening to me for most of the past four years" The bandits stared in confusion then the Leader shouted "Attack!" The bandits charged at Saxton pointing their swords at him aiming at his heart and head. Saxton deflected the first bandit then used him to protect himself from another attack "One" He stabbed the second bandit in the stomach then picked him up tossing him towards the other bandits "Two" The third bandit attacked from behind and Saxton stepped out of the way the bandit missing Saxton but his sword hitting another bandit in the head "Three" Saxton stabbed the bandit then picked him up throwing him at the leader "Four of your men went down how many will die because of your greed?" The Bandit leader stared in shock then order the rest of his men to attack "The rest of course" Saxton eyes turned black and a black fire consumed the rest of the bandits and the leader, the fire slowly went away and Saxton's eyes returned to normal and he fell onto the floor passing out.
The man simply looked on, his facial expression unmoving, even when Saxton began his massacre of the bandits. ”Hm, the Demon of Grimes is as grand in magic as I thought...” Even though he is looking at Saxton's unconscious body, Calvin feels as if his words were directed at him. ”May I ask what you have planned for him, simply a question for my studies.” He spoke as his notebook returned to his hands from its waiting place within the bag.
Calvin noticed Caled grabbing a notebook. "May I ask what you have planned for him, simply a question for my studies.” Caled asked. Calvin look at him in astonishment. "A Scholar? Researcher? Magi?" He questioned him, then looked at Saxton. "Never mind, doubt it matters that much at this point anyways." he continued. "One moment." Calvin went upstairs and came back down with his gear. He picked up Saxton and put his arm around his shoulder. "We are going to Fenarin, heard some interesting stories about some things going on there." He walked over to the door. "Here." Calvin said, pulling out a map and tossing to Caled. "Not sure how familiar you are with the area around here, so hopefully this helps you." "Never know, maybe we'll see you there."
"A Scholar? Researcher? Magi?" Calvin questioned him as he began to write in his notebook. "Never mind, doubt it matters that much at this point anyways." He paused, but only for a moment as he began writing again, not even hearing Calvin request a moment as he went upstairs and gathered his things. He finally put the notebook away as Calvin picked Saxton up and put him around his shoulder. "We are going to Fenarin, heard some interesting stories about some things going on there. Here." Caled caught the map that had been tossed to him, examining it before placing it inside his bag. "Not sure how familiar you are with the area around here, so hopefully this helps you. Never know, maybe we'll see you there." Caled nodded as he gave his thanks for the map, watching them as they left the inn. He would later go to the inn-keeper, pay her for his room, and depart as well; albeit in a different direction than Calvin and Saxton had left.
