Callendin
(portrayed by Nicolas Cage)
Name: Callendin Kovalin Profession: Sentinel/Sorceror/Thief Adjectives: Cautious, Secretive, Gaunt, Strongwilled, Intelligent Drives: Power Above All, The Wheel Turns for All, A Plan for Everything Allegiances: Ancient Nobility: +1, Sorceror's Cabal: +1, Church of Denari: -1
Health: 8/Threshold: 3, Morale: 10/Threshold: 4 Armor: 1, Grit: 1
Investigative Abilities
Shared Abilities: Charm: 1, Liar's Tell: 1, Nobility: 1 Sentinel Abilities: Laws and Traditions: 1, Spirit Sight: 1, Vigilance: 1 Sorceror Abilities: Corruption: 3, Forgotten Lore: 1 Thief Abilities: City's Secrets: 1, Scurrilous Rumors: 1
General Abilities
Preparedness: 5, Sorcery: 12, Stealth: 3, Sway: 5, Warfare: 5
Minor/Iconic Items
A fine rapier that was a mustering gift from his father (Damage Modifier +1) A heavy shortsword that he bought for himself when he learned that his father's gift was pretty worthless on the battlefield (Damage Modifier +1) Family signet ring, wax, writing implement, parchment, and string Key to the Family Estate Various liquids in metal tubes in a bandolier that really do nothing, but he casts to the ground to explain his various magical effects. Fine Leather Armor that was a better gift than his the sword his father gave him (Armor 1) A thoroughbred horse that he's had most of his adult years.
Sorcery Details & Background
As the second son, it was left to Callendin to uphold the family service record and join the military. The only problem was the fact that he showed little aptitude for military things. Training only goes so far- at some point something else is supposed to kick in. And it never did for him. He was excellent at parties and navigating the halls of nobility, but the honor of House Kovalin was at stake, and his brother was the heir. He despaired of the day that he would be called to service- and studied the accounts of warfare and strategy and tactics as if his life depended upon it while grooming contacts to possibly get him into position as an Adjunct to one of the officers.
In his studies, he found persistent references to the presence of unseen forces in battle, manipulating events invisibly to help the cause, but stay out of the sight of the Church. It seemed to be a viable way to make up for his lack of talent on the battlefield. But he despaired of over finding anything. One day, he found that there was a treatise in a stack of books that he'd been reading that he was almost sure was not there before. The words in the book touched that empty space where his fear of what was to come lived and tempted him to look for more and to take risks that he'd not been willing to before that time.
As he did more research and hands-on exploration, facilitating contacts beyond the noble courts, he found that there was an almost open secret that powers existed in the city that the Church sought but never found other than the random witch executed to drive these people back into the shadows. He found his master on one of these excursions- a noble like himself that had been forced to leave his house after word of his indiscretions became known. He found he had a hunger for the arts in the pages, and a skill that he'd never found in feats of arms.
He specialized in physical spheres, learning to control air, lightning, and fire with a thought. His fine control of those abilities pleased him and stunned his master, and quickly he outstripped what he could be taught.
At that point, his Master told him that he was ready to fulfill his family's obligation but still had an obligation to him, that he would pass along. The only thing that his Master told him about this obligation was that one day another Master would come to take his knowledge further- to keep his head down and do his service.
He did just that, waiting for someone to come and liberate him from the hell of battle. But no one ever did. And so he began to for the first time apply himself to his job and overcome his shortcomings in battle with his magical works. Some knew that he was a Sorceror but he found that in the field, they didn't care. As long as he kept himself in check, wasn't flagrant with it, and helped them to survive they accepted him as he was. He was almost happy with his circumstances. Of course, when you're happy is when the rug is pulled out from underneath you.