Appearance

Physical Description

A slim yet fit build. Calen is more dexterous than he is strong, prefering to outmaneuver his opponents rather than subdue them through brute force

Identifying Characteristics

Calens most identifying feature is his eyes. Both cloudy and white, Calen still doesn't understand how he is able to see. Aside from that his teeth are filed down and his ears have scars on them from where they were cropped

Apparel & Accessories

Calen almost always wears his hood up to further disguise his elven heritage

Mentality

Personal history

"I was born in a small elven village in... well to be honest I don't think I'll mention where it is at this time. I was born mooneyed, if you couldn't guess by seeing me and the name, my eyes are completely clouded over. I was blind since birth and therefore was not forced to partake in my tribe's... my, former tribe's traditions.
As I'm sure you already know, elves are savige and vile creatures, however they may try to justify it there is no justification for the things that they do to other races. I think I remember the screams the most, the children especially echo through my mind... As I grew, I began to have visions of what my tribe did those nights when the screams echoed through the forest. As I'm sure you can imagine, having never seen anything before, this was not only surprising but revolting. I would wake screaming during the night only to be scolded by my family for my display of weakness.
As the years went on I slowly gained the ability to see. Believe me, I'm more surprised than you are. My vision came in slowly and I doubt that if I were to describe how I see the world, you would understand but I will do my best. I see in heat, vibrations and sound. The picture that I get is very detailed, more accurate than normal eyes could ever be. The movement is sharp, each line crisp and well defined. The rain only exaggerates this effect as the droplets cascade down upon everything around me. I think that's when I'm able to see the world as closely to everyone else is. I like the rain... Apologies, I went on a bit of a tangent, back to what I was saying.
As I grew towards adulthood my vision grew with me. I kept this fact a secret from my tribesmen so that I could avoid the killings. for years I avoided this heinous tradition and kept to myself, that was until I reached adulthood. All children if they had not already participated, which I was the only one who had not, were required to slaughter and gut a human alive. For reasons that I have mentioned and some that I will soon get into, I was repulsed and refused to participate, instead turning on the elders and tribe members slaughtering them instead. After killing a great number of my former tribe I retreated into the forest with them on my heels at every turn. It was only until I was able to outsmart them that I got any sort of advantage, even then it took an unknown ally to take them down.
I ran once I saw the carnage, I had heard stories of beasts that could obtain this level of violence and savagery. My fleeing was in vain though as I soon found myself face to face with an Upir. He, at least I assume it was male, introduced himself as Opherus Harland. Though he massacred my former tribesmen his bloodlust seemed satiated for the time being and it appears I now owe him a favor. He took a small vial of my blood so that he could find me when he needed me. I then was sent to a witch's hut on the river. She knew Opherus and seemed somewhat perturbed when I mentioned the vial of blood. She healed my wounds and fed me well. She was very kind. I hadn't experienced that amount of kindness since I met Himley Gitchun.
I'll deviate for a moment to tell you about the kind man i once knew named Himley. When I was much younger, long before I got my sight, I had wandered far off from our woods where the tribe lived. For days I wandered, hopelessly lost, cold and starving. When I had finally resigned myself to curling up under the roots of a tree and surrendering to the elements, he found me. Himley approached me slowly, speaking softly in what elvish he knew. He spoke so kindly and didn't seem at all like how I had been told humans acted towards elves.
He fed me, clothed me in his cloak and taught me what common i could learn, in turn I taught him as much elvish as I could. He told me stories of adventure, of helping those in need and stories that seemed too far fetched for my young mind to see as more than bedtime stories. He taught me of the god that he served. Himley was a paladin you see, this lent him to being kind and merciful, some stories he told me though showed that though he was kind he was ready to fight when needed.
At great risk to his own safety himly took the next week returning me to my tribe. He led me until I could find my own way back. He bid me farewell and we both hoped we would meet again one day. You see, Himley is the other reason I despise elves. They kill without thought and without reason, those who they kill rarely if ever have harmed us. Back to the story at hand though.
Once I had healed up enough in the witches hut I was sent on my way in a canoe down the river. "Mind the fall" she called as I was swept downstream. I was confused for a moment until I found myself falling hundreds of feet out of the air in a canoe. Though I was an adept swimmer I was pulled under by an unknown force and washed up on a nearby shore. That's where I met Yula and I suppose you could say that's where things got interesting, if that's what you want to call it.

Education

Aside from what I learned growing up, which wasn't much. Most everything I know I have either observed, taught myself or was taught by Himley during our time together. I was of course raised around bows, shortswords and magic. I absorbed everything I could when my tribe didn't yet know i could see. Putting those things into practice was fairly easy, magic came a little later but as my skills developed I found that it can be quite useful.

Employment

I'm an elven bounty hunter by trade. When hunting, it really helps when you know exactly how your prey thinks. Ive made a decent living and have stayed hidden. I'm known simply as Mooneyes when im hunting. A letter, stamped with a wax seal of a crecent moon is the request that came to be known. Left in obscure places I find them along with the money, pre-payment is required. I always keep an eye out for letters for Mooneyes.

Accomplishments & Achievements

I slaughtered 7 elves the day I left my tribe, and I plan on watching that number grow

Failures & Embarrassments

I do wish I had gone with Himley instead of going back to the Tribe. I often wonder how different my life would be had I asked if I could go with him

Mental Trauma

Well you've heard my story so you know that there is a great deal of trauma from early on in life

Intellectual Characteristics

I'm very cunning, if I do say so myself, you have to be to hunt elves.

Morality & Philosophy

Your actions dictate what you deserve from those around you, if you need an example, see my views on elves.

person.sexuality

There is a part of me that would love to settle down one day and start a family, it would take a very special woman to look past my physical form to see the person within though.

Personality

Motivation

Rid the land of the scourge of elves, I'll hear them out should they wish to change their ways but they will have to convince me...

Quotes & Catchphrases

"The eyes of the moon are upon you" This serves as either a small warning to those I'm hunting in case I want a challenge or a comfort to those whose contracts I'm taking. In the place of the contract and money I will leave a note with that phrase written on it. I've heard it repeated quite a few times

Likes & Dislikes

I hate elves and cruelty

Vices & Personality flaws

I can be goal oriented to a fault and I have been known to throw a plan out the window if I see a better opportunity

Personality Quirks

I scratch above my ears a lot and tend to cover my mouth when I speak

Hygiene

I'm used to the smell of dirt, pine and rain on my clothes but I do take time to make sure I am well groomed, unless the job requires otherwise.

Social

Contacts & Relations

Opherus, Himley and I've made a few contacts while bounty hunting.

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Bounty hunting alias - Mooneyes

Wealth & Financial state

I make what I need to survive, if I have extra I generally treat myself

Family Ties

Cut

Mannerisms

I find that I keep scratching just above my ears when my nerves are high. It's a habit I formed from before they were cropped

Speech

Frank and to the point. I am kind when the situation needs it, gentle even at times.