Name
Calas Shadai

Nickname
Hype

Age
Unknown [Looks mid-20's]

Race
Genasi

Occupation
Assassin

Markings
Family tattoo on right inside forearm

Homeland
Itjivut, The Ice Island

Personality
Calas is a light-hearted and easy going man. Being around as long as he has, you learn that not everything is so serious that it should be taken personally all of the time. His cheerful demeanor and happy-go-lucky attitude have brought in as many friends as people who thought they could take advantage of his good nature. Although he enjoys makings new friends, with his line of work he can not trust everybody, and the trust does not come easily. He may sit and chat for awhile, but it takes more than a cold drink and good conversation to win him over.

Weakness
Unstable heights. He can be on the top floor of the tallest building or on the ledge of a mountain. But, try making him climb up a ladder that doesn't seem safe and you will see a cruel, heartless assassin paralyzed.

History
It was cold as far back as he could remember.

The cold he lived in could kill anything that wasn't sheltered or built for survival in it, but he could walk around in the crudest of clothes he managed to scavange from people who had traveled too far into his homelands and froze to death. Being able to control ice was his biggest advantage against the horrible beasts that lived there, whether it was freezing his body hard as stone to protect himself or making his hands sharp as steel icicles to get that evenings dinner. His earliest memories are of killing and surviving on the barren, ever frozen plains, trying to find out what happened to his mother and whether or not she was even still alive. Was she once human only to be cursed with the same icy blood he was or had she actually been the very same kind of monster he once hated being? He remembers her voice, her face, the touch of her hand on top of his head as she ruffled his hair, but only in fragmented dreams he started having as an older child. His mind was blank before about the age of ten, but these cursed dreams are what kept him going, what kept the hunger alive.

Moving from town to town on the island of his birth and growing older, he soon realized he was not aging quite like everyone else. When he got to his mid-twenties, everyone around him seemed to only grow older, and at the time, began to shun him for being different. A monster. A demon. He left the island and began wandering around the continent to the north of where he left, not knowing anyone or anything all those years ago. He swore that one day he would return to Itjivut and find out what happened to his mother, for better or worse.

For too long he has put it off. Not because he stopped caring, but because his curious nature has taken him on many adventures through many lands. The ages have come and gone, and he knows in his heart that the truth is still out there. The feeling may be his mother's love calling to him or perhaps the people that made him the way he was, calling back their demon son. He was grateful now, finally after all these years, for what he was. He could learn many things with the time they gave him, and with that knowledge he would use the skills he had to learn and use as a child and be the best assassin he could be, and strive to be the best in the lands.

With that strength, he will find answers.