Harsh waves create smooth stones and jagged cliffs.

♔Character Name: Calder Thorson

♔Gender: Male

♔Age: 35

♔Birthplace: Laesh, Adrigole

♔Physical Appearance: Everything Calder knows is shaped by the sea in one way or another; he is no exception. In fact, one could say, and they often do, that Calder is the embodiment of the pounding waves and nearby cliffs. As many townspeople and travelers lose themselves to the angry sea as they do to Calder's captivating gaze. He often uses this to his advantage. Coupled with his tall, muscular stature from decades of scaling the rocky cliffs, Calder's piercing eyes can send anyone who crosses him to their knees. Those who don't take the first chance apologize later if they still can, for the sea is unforgiving to any sailor who mistreats it.

Many romanticizers of the sea look past the scars, flaws, and wild nature of the ocean and instead, focus on the pretty colors and calm waters. These people get disdained looks from Calder, who embraces the destructive nature of the sea. He prides himself on his large collection of souvenirs from battles old or new. They adorn his entire body like grooves in a cliffside, from the tiniest nicks of hooks on his fingers to the long lines of an enemy's sword across large swaths of his body. Calder embraces the ferocity of the sea and himself. His thick, wavy brown hair only listens to the wind, no water or amount of grooming can keep it down, and Calder wouldn't have it any other way. 

With the salty east wind blowing against his face and the icy spray landing on his cheeks, Calder can't help himself from letting loose a rare smile. Although sea and conflict have taken many years from him, graying his hair and adding wrinkles across his face, Calder always feels ten years younger when at sea. It was home more than his actual home. 

♔Personality: Calder isn't what many would call bright, but some do out of fear. He never did well in school and had a hard time accepting what the teachers taught to him. Calder rarely listened to anyone he didn't hold in high regard, and the few who made the list had Calder holding on to their every word. This may make him out to be a gullible idiot, but the people who say so do not know of his loyalty. While others' allegiances change faster than the wind, Calder stays immovable, and no amount of small, lapping waves can erode his opinion. 

His stubbornness may give him many enemies, but his temper puts more on his bad side. Calder can go from calm and serene to a raging hurricane within minutes, and when he reaches a category five, somebody will leave with more than a few bruises. Although this quickly forming anger has many disadvantages, Calder has always found it useful for war. Propaganda and his superior's disdain for the enemies fan the embers of his temper and ignite a fire inside of Calder. He grips his sword tight in determination, and with a stormy sea brewing in his eyes, charges into combat.

♔Background: The Thorson name was once feared in Laesh over a century ago until the family once filled with war heroes and knights turned into fishermen who lived in solidarity. The once vast and ever-expanding name dwindled down to Calder and his immediate family, and even that became smaller still. Within a few years, it became just little Calder and his grandmother. The memory of his parents was too foggy for Calder to really mourn their loss. His mother died soon after childbirth, and he was only a tyke when his father fell onto the rocks and joined the others whose souls hung at the depths. All Calder could ever remember was him and his grandmother, a stern and strong old lady that dealt wise words and whips to the backs of hands. Growing up, Calder reminded his grandmother of her great-grandfather, a knight once famous now a whisper barely uttered by historians. She encouraged Calder to break free from the fisherman lineage and joined his ancestors in battle, and he did just that. Although he lacked skills in strategy and magic of all sorts, Calder excelled in most forms of combat; his passion compensated for any lack of skill he had, which was not much. He soon became a feared and honored knight, but that title was short-lived. Another member of the Thorson family had perished, leaving Calder, nothing more than a young, foolish man, alone. Now that his grandmother was dead, Calder returned to his only home left: the sea. There he stayed in his childhood house, training and fishing, his only interactions with others being glares at anyone who so much as rested a wandering gaze on him. There were a few people who reached out a gentle hand, but Calder turned his back and returned to the sea: his true love, excluding her, but she didn't count. After all, is it really true love if she leaves and Calder doesn't follow?

Eventually, war called back to Calder, just as the sea had before. This time Calder answered, and left, resolving to stop mourning people that would never come back. Since his brief slip into desperation, Calder has switched between the only two things that still brought him joy: war and the ocean. Two polar opposites that shared the same place in Calder's heart.

♔Skills: Calder has no magical ability of any kind, never wanted one. His talent lies in combat of every kind. Give Calder a weapon, any weapon, and he can wreak havoc on his enemies. Hell, even if you didn't give Calder anything to work with, he could still pummel everyone with just his fists, blindfolded while hopping on one leg. Very few have ever gotten even close to beating Calder, and he would like to keep it that way.