Mysterious Hunter
Caelan Bavol

"Justice is a peculiar thing"

|Full Name|
Caelan Bavol
|Nickname|
N/A
|Age|
28
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Birth Order|
Second oldest son out of three sons and two daughters
|Significant Other|
N/A

•Physical characteristics•
|Face Claim/Appearance|
The man with the lightest hair

"No one likes the hunter until the enemy is at the gate"

|Height|
187cm
|Hair Colour|
Dirty blonde
|Eye Colour|
Green
|Skin Colour|
Tanned
|Distinguishing Features|
The work as a bounty hunter do not come without prize. Even though he sticks to the method of a shadow in the dark not all plans go his way. He has therefor earned his fair share of marks across his body. Scars running up and down his back, stomach, thighs, and upper arms. But what sticks out the most is the circled infinity burn mark at the left of his neck.

|Health|
Considering the circumstances, he is fit for his time of living
|Disabilities|
N/A

•Personality Attributes•

"It goes without saying that brotherhood is more important than freedom

Strategic
In order to live a life like his he always needs to keep his mind with him. With no mind and strategy, he is as good as dead. His childhood taught him thinking and strategies would bring him far, for by using his mind he could avoid people he didn't want to meet. Could sneak up behind whomever he liked, even sit just by their side as they called his name in anger, wondering where he was. It is all in the mind, for with a mind that thinks, that sees the way, forms the strategies he can live. A bounty hunters work is not easy, and the reason he came as for is most likely due to his ability to form strategies. For by planning the way, always being one step in front of his prey there is no way to fail. There is always a Plan B, and if all seem to fail, he will always be able to form a plan C on the go. Through thorough planning and strategies, he finds a way, sees opportunities few other sees and enters a world of his own. Some might even claim it ruins witch blood in his veins...
Alluring
With a master mind he also bares a mysterious charm. The many questions regarding his occupation, the lone horse and dark hood, he can be marked as quite alluring. For few knows his true intentions, and he prefers keeping it that way. As a man of few words and actions not many knows the man beneath the hood, yet he portrays a charm like a knight holding his head high. For he might not be known by name or face, he captivates the many souls that look his way. Fallen head over heels for the queen to be, he can still be quite the flirt among the girls. Yet there is always this secretive and reluctant tone to his words and smiles.
Precarious
Despite his close work to the king and queen, Caelan is a precarious man. He is unpredictable, merciless and a professional liar. There is not without doubt that this is a dangerous man one would not like to encounter when in a bad mood. He might be standing closer to the royal family than many believes, but he has his tricks up his sleeve. If seeing it necessary, he would not hesitate to kill his most trusted friends. There is always a hidden weapon on him, always an ear turned in the other direction and a tensed muscle. For to all time he is ready to move, make a mess, and then simply disappear. Do not mess with him, and he will leave you be. But cross his line of tolerance, and you might as well write your regards for your family.

|Likes|
-Nature
-The dark
-The moon
-Silence
-Isolation
-The rain
-A cup of ale after a long day
|Dislikes|
-Witch talk
-Being disturbed
-Cobweb
-Being commanded
|Fears|
Spiders
Close up fires
|Strengths|
Bow and arrow
General tracking, it be human or animal
Being aware of his surroundings
|Weakness|
Women

•Background Information•

|Background|
Caelan grew up amongst an all-female cult of claimed witches. He is the result of an unfaithful night between his mother and a hunter. Which would claim her life the moment this innocent soul left her womb. Growing up in the cult every day was a fight for survival, as a female the life was harsh, as male it was even harsher. Amongst his other siblings, not by blood but by breast, he fought for a place in the cult. There were no male figures to raise them, nor would they be granted a place in the cult when they reached an age of 15. The only way to stay was by proving their worth, finding a reason for these witches to let them stay. He was born as the weakest and thinnest of them all, earning the name Caelan, the already harsh life was even harsher for this young one. Pushed around, given the heaviest duties, always forced to perform better than the others, simply because of his mother's deed and his size. However, the hard work would eventually pay off. He passed his siblings, became the strongest boy, and by the age of 15 was granted a place in the cult. There was on the other hand something else that called his heart, the unknown. Rejecting the offer of joining the cult he was placed in chains, marked like a cow to make sure he knew where he belonged. Yet, he did not stay, starved, weak and injured he fled the place, coming across a group of hunters. But not normal hunters.
He was quickly welcomed into the fellowship he found, granted a place as he proved his worth, hunting by their side, learning their skills. Until one day he reached the city of Azar. He was to discover that it was not normal hunters he had stumbled across the year before, but rather a group of bounty hunters, working in dark and light, working alongside the king and queen. Having proved his worth among the group he was presented to the rulers of the kingdom. From this moment on his life was a complete other, he improved his skills alongside this group of hunters, was integrated in their small secret society all while working closely to his love. Years passed, he was home and away, eventually settling in a ruin deep in the forest. Performing the deeds required by him, no questions asked.

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