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KALEN NAYËLEN
Character Information
- Name: Kalen Tanvir Nayëlen
- Heritage: Vadyalocaï Suvial
- Age: 31
- Gender: Male
- Religion: Estelley
- Occult: ...
- Occupation: Discharged military operative
- Kalen, born of the Nayëlen line and raised under the long shadow of fire-bound legacy, came into the world not with ceremony, but with expectation, as one marked not for comfort, but for use. He was schooled in ritual, in the old ways of spirit and sign, and he walked the arcane circles not for enlightenment but for preparation. He was sent westward in youth, to sun-kissed borderlands where spells burn quiet in the bone and men go missing without names, where the Samjāra Corps made their work in stillness. He served there until the Corps was ended and its papers scattered. He now returns to Regalia with little more than clearance, a clean ledger, and rifle wrapped in silk.
- Eyes: Deep nut-husk brown
- Skin:
- Hair: Burnt teak, short and coarse, usually hidden beneath a desert-wrapped hood of flowing silk
- Height: 6'2
- Body: Lean and tempered
- Features: Wears a desert-style hood and robe in sand-washed white with minimal gold accents. Fabric is coarse and functional, made for heat and wind
- Hobbies:
I. | Enrolled in Talaïl Academy, a respected Suvial college known for martial casting and ritual focus. Excelled in applied spirit combat, specializing in long-range engagements utilizing Suvial matchlock rifles adorned with ivory.
II. | Removed from Talaïl following a tribunal ruling, citing unauthorized shapeshifting during a live drill—a violation of academy protocols.
III. | Referred to state military intake; recruited into the Samjāra Corps, a discreet operations unit tasked with skirmishes along the Eronidas frontier.
IV. | Served nine years as a combatant and field medic, operating in small detachments focused on infiltration, sabotage and ward disruption. Shapeshifting was conditionally permitted under mission sanction for infiltration and emergency withdrawal.
V. | Now returning to House Nayëlen under formal clearance. Commendations retained in private record as per unit custom.
Proficiency
Strength: 0
Constitution: 0
Intelligence: 0
Wisdom: 0
Faith: 0
Magic: 0
Charisma: 0
The Samjāra Corps had a habit. Black tea, thick with milk and cinnamon, cut with a drop of Kusikas—the Eronidas drink that could floor a man in seconds. They called it Firemilk. Said it steadied the hands. Kalen still brews it now and then. Never in front of others. And always with less than he used to.
On covert missions, high-ranked Eronidas shaman were sometimes marked for removal. Their spirits didn't always go quietly. Kalen carries three vials at his belt, glassy and round, with something inside that turns slow like breath in water. He doesn't explain them. He doesn't have to.
Kalen was expelled from Talaïl Academy after shapeshifting mid-drill into an Eronidas. The spell was near-perfect. His instructor fled and didn't return for three days. The tribunal called it reckless and destabilizing. Kalen never argued the verdict. He said it had been worth knowing he could do it.
Kalen always looked up to his older sister. Rekha the Castle-Breaker. Rekha of the Thousand Volcanoes. Rekha who could name every fort she's flattened and half the demons she's bound. She graduated Jhaangar with three degrees and a list of titles long enough to match her service record. Kalen did not get into Jhaangar. He was, as one admissions tutor put it, "distracted by the gravity of less academic pursuits," Namely: late nights partying, a brief obsession with magically rigging dice games, and one ill-advised love letter campaign to three sisters from the same debating house.
On covert missions, high-ranked Eronidas shaman were sometimes marked for removal. Their spirits didn't always go quietly. Kalen carries three vials at his belt, glassy and round, with something inside that turns slow like breath in water. He doesn't explain them. He doesn't have to.
Kalen was expelled from Talaïl Academy after shapeshifting mid-drill into an Eronidas. The spell was near-perfect. His instructor fled and didn't return for three days. The tribunal called it reckless and destabilizing. Kalen never argued the verdict. He said it had been worth knowing he could do it.
Kalen always looked up to his older sister. Rekha the Castle-Breaker. Rekha of the Thousand Volcanoes. Rekha who could name every fort she's flattened and half the demons she's bound. She graduated Jhaangar with three degrees and a list of titles long enough to match her service record. Kalen did not get into Jhaangar. He was, as one admissions tutor put it, "distracted by the gravity of less academic pursuits," Namely: late nights partying, a brief obsession with magically rigging dice games, and one ill-advised love letter campaign to three sisters from the same debating house.
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