NAME: Calvarr Trugery
SPECIES: Steef
AGE: In human years, I would say 37
EQUIPMENT: A fairly large dagger with several blood marks on it in his right hand, and helds a bronze gun in the other. Carries a bag of poisons and flasks. Everywhere he goes, his head is filled with his horrid past.
DESCRIPTION: A Thief, Poison Seller/Maker, and not having a balence of good or evil. Cannot forget about his past, and it shall be the only thing he thinks about for the rest of his life. Wears a rugged, old, black leather hat and a bandana around his mouth and nose. Also wears a vest he made out of Fuzzel's Fur, and wears a pair of pants he used from the skins of Paramites. Wears no gloves nor shoes, and can run at the speed of 30 miles per hour.
PERSONALLITY: Has a fairly quiet and cracky voice. His social skills can be a real pain at some times. Fear strikes any person who talks with him, and Calvarr rarely dares to be a friend with somebody. He has been alone for his entire life, and never bothers to find his true parents. Never smiled, either. He ate any living creature he saw, and drank water from any mountain spring he could find. Mess with him, and consider yourself dead.
BIOGRAPHY: Born in a town filled with crime and dark disipline, Calvarr went through rough times in that old and dangerous town. Not knowing his real parents, he was raised by a local gang that constantly teached him bad things and almost always tried to give him cigars. When he was about 17 in human years, he had gone insane because the gang kept making jokes about him. He reached for the closest thing he could find (the dagger I described in EQUIPMENT) and killed everyone in the gang. All he thought after that was running. And so he did, and he ran for over seven days. With nothing on, he had to make his own clothes. He used Fuzzel's Fur as a coat, and Paramite skins as pants. At recent, he had found some mountains and decided to climb them to test his strength. At the top, he feet where bleeding, and his face and other body parts were dirty and covered in scars. But he saw something at the bottom of the other side of the mountain. It was a village, and he was thankful to see it. When he had gotten to the other side, one of the villagers saw that he was injured, and took him to the village. To this day, he lives with the Norgs and learned to respect them. Still, he refused any offerings the other Norgs have given him, and just bathed in the Mountain's Hot Springs all day. He is a Poison Seller in the village, and wants to become nothing else but the real Calvarr inside of him.
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