Craorag Slot 5: Callus Therion

NAME: Callus Therion

COUNTRY: Craorag

GENDER: Male

AGE: 25

MAGICAL SPECIALTY: Psychomancy

APPEARANCE: It's hard to tell with Callus whether he takes his appearance seriously or not. On the one hand, his prim nature and high standing would make his garb (usually reminiscent of clothing worn in older times) look fitting, and for the most part, no one in Craorag pays it a second glance, figuring he's just some consultant for the king or the like. However, those who've been near him for a time exceeding six minutes and thirty-two seconds, it's anything but fitting for his character, and their second impression usually consists of the word "nutcase." Like anyone in Craorag, his curly hair is a heavy shade of orange-red, natural for the most part. He sweeps it up so it stays out of his eyes. His skin is pale, although he often appears flustered - even though he's far from it - and he has a broad frame, and is of average height. Perhaps the most unnerving feature he possesses is those eyes, a light shade of grey-blue, which hold some viciousness that no one can really pinpoint.

PERSONALITY: It's difficult to understand who exactly Callus is. His mood is constantly shifting from one to the next, anything setting him on a course, taking him on detours. One moment he could be engaged in delightful conversation, the next sitting back, grinning smugly, mind ablaze with sadistic ideas and possibilities. He often tries to be as polite as possible, but his melodramatic nature tends to outshine that, offering him the common nicknames such as "lunatic" and "madman." These titles, of course, have only been mentioned by those who've witnessed his more violent tendencies. No one believes them, knowing Callus as a well-mannered socialite. Both are correct. He's a master at hiding what he knows, which just so happens to be a lot. Flamboyance is a daily aspect of his life, and he's a master at lies and acting, the latter being a side job that he, unsurprisingly, enjoys. An innocent social butterfly, is he not?

FOCUS: An old pocket watch that stopped working years ago. He finds himself tracing the intricate designs on the back in uncomfortable situations - a rarity for him.

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