Caln

"Caln" is a name with meanings lying in destiny.

He is a man who is very passionate about his goals however has easily lost sight of them due to the corruption he has been exposed to. He comes from a land far from Amalthea though the name of such land is of little memory to him.

Appearance
Caln is a Ram Hybrid, such features being shown proudly as his attire is specifically fitted to do such.

Typically seen in clothes resemblant of a King or Prince. A high collared purple dress shirt with long sleeves is the most colorful part of his appearance. The crown he adorns is a silverish-bronze adorned with four jewels of different shapes.


 * Triangular Diamond
 * Square Gold
 * Spherical Emerald
 * Heptagram Amethyst

These shapes and their corresponding colors are repeated on his chest plate made of a iron and bronze alloy. They overlap over each other with Emerald, Gold, Diamond, and Finally Amethyst as a gem protruding from the rest of the plate.

The rest of his armor is primarily of iron with highlights of gold. Mainly a single shoulder plate and plates for both of of his knees. He also has simple leather gloves to cover his hands.

Species
BigHorn Hybrids have large horns that curl down and up around their ears which are also the shape of sheep. Their fur is the same color as their natural hair though may be slightly lighter. Their build is bulky most of the time though are also known to be compact in their strength as well. Their legs, rather than human are much more like their sheep counterparts. They stand on hooves and often cant find pants that fit their specific leg shape.

Caln
His fur is a deep brown to caramel rose on his inner thighs and lower torso. It shifts from fur to skin at his waistline. His hooves are dark and seem to have cracks with even darker material underneath. The horns are a light tan that darken at each ring. His skin is tanned from time spent in the sun for hours at a time but keeps a cool undertone where you can still see the pink in his face. At a first glance his face isn't very strong, rigid edges at his brow but soft cheeks as if there were still baby fat. His nose is button-like with a slight sunburn at its tip at most times.

His hair is split-dyed a forest green and snow white. He often uses his overgrown hair to cover the fact that he has three eyes; though if he were to push aside his white side, two eyes would be revealed rather than simply one. Usually his hair is kept short, however he doesn't trust himself to be able to reach the back. It has grown into a rattail of sorts mainly on his green side with some strands of white still in it.

Personality
Coming off as kind and patient at first, Caln is not to be trusted. Most times he is a hermit that does not associate with those other than himself. If he is sweet to you, there is something to he wants from you. His intentions are towards his own end goal and doesn't care what he has to do in order to do it.

Caln's true nature is heartless with a very one track mind. He is very goal oriented and extremely ambitious with his thinking. Most times he is able to think of a way out of a bad situation but will snap at those that try to interrupt his thought process. He wants to be the one in charge and hates being told what to do. He cares very little about what other people want if it doesn't mean satisfying his own means.

Trivial Information
Caln absolutely hates being wet or in water so he actively avoids rain if he doesn't have an umbrella. He also absolutely despises humans due to his own experience with him, though he doesn't remember if there was another reason.

When it comes to things he does like however it mainly has to do with obsidian."'It's the strongest rock. I like when things don't break.'"Getting on his good side, if he ever magically shows an interest in you outside of his means would best be done with giving him sharp objects. It's highly recommended you don't do that however.

Pre-FalconSMP
The events of the characters past, that were not acted out on stream or on the SMP.

Childhood
Caln has a twin, a twin whose name now slips his mind if he ever does remember them. He does remember they were a girl and that she was always looking after him. He used to be very weak, emotionally and physically. She always would have looked after him and take care of him when he couldn't take care of himself. Their parents weren't very present and so they mainly had to rely on each other.

Every time he tried to help, he would end up in trouble instead. His sister would be the one to not only get him out of it but have to comfort him after. Though at some point she had disappeared and he couldn't find her anymore. He was forced to grow up without her, his parent being especially hard on him for being as emotional as he was.

Teens
Into his teenhood, he had grown tired of his parents and gathered up all of his belongings in order to find his twin. It had been years and she had never come back. His parents never even seemed bothered and he was sure that they were actually pleased with her disappearance. It was one less mouth to feed after all. The only thing they wanted was to put their useless burden of a son onto someone else.

Thankfully they didn't have to when he did leave, tears streaming down his face like he was little again as he knew he was all alone now. He needed to be strong and he needed to find her. If she was back then everything would be okay. Her brother needed to be strong when she saw him again though. Caln couldn't still be a little kid or else she wouldn't even want to be back with him. He needed to be like her, be able to handle himself.

Then she'd come home.

Though Caln barely remembers any of this anymore.

Adulthood
This is where current Caln's memory truly begins. He found a town or more of a city of humans. It had been years since he left home and he lost sight of what he first set out to do. He could settle with these people he believed, thinking it would be perfectly fine and peaceful.

However he was soon proven wrong as disputes had been gradually increasing even before his arrival. His mornings were greeted with anger and yelling, threats of violence against each other. His evenings were filled with whispering of secret plans and weapon-making for whatever random battle there would be that day. It made him grow more and more sick each day so he would decide to play their games.

He didn't think he was strong enough to force them into submission but he could use the power of trust and suggestion to his advantage. He managed to wiggle his way into many sides of these disputes. Gathering an unintentional following, he decided it was his destiny to make a perfect town with no conflict. It was his Utopia to make and rule over. Those that joined at first were amazed by the work he had put into making the town. It was surrounded by walls made of obsidian with a glass roof with openings to allow for rain to fall on crops. It had an iron bar door that would keep those in and unwanted things out. He had a sword named Rebirth that he would use to take a canon life of those who joined to be "reborn" into his Utopia officially. Once being reborn, they would not be allowed to leave. They were forced to only use stone hoes and shovels. Any pickaxe or axe usage was done by him or supervised by him. They were not allowed to wear armor more powerful than plain leather armor and the killing of animals was forbidden."'Murder of animals leads to bloodlust between one's community.'"This community did not live as long as he wanted it to as more were forced into his Utopia that did not want to comply. He was thrown over by those who had gotten outside help and escaped before they could take a life from him by his own sword. In the night he had gone back to take what he could before escaping yet again as they figured out he was there.

The humans weren't to be trusted.

He hid in his original home, in an underground bunker where he clutched his diary filled with his descent into madness. A diary he still holds onto to this day though many of the original words are lost. He sat there and begged to be stronger, screamed into those blackstone walls of how he was still weak. He couldn't even control a few stupid humans so how could he do anything at all.

(TW // Gore)

"Give me your eye."

It was those four words, and what came after them that set him on his path for the rest of his life.

"You will never be weak again, you will see all the riches you could ever desire and all the power you could ever hold."

He didn't know where the voice had come from but he didn't care. This broken, lost man just needed some semblance of being able to handle things on his own. He never realized his own tactics used against him as he brought upon his own rebirth with the same sword. HIs eye, sliced in two for the unknown God. Blood streaming down his face the same way his childhood tears had.

Rather than sobbing, the room was now filled with maniacal laughter. He could already feel his true destiny of Utopia being laid out before him. His pain was temporary and he knew that this was going to be worth it all.

-1 Life
As he awoke the next morning, he could still see the bloodied sword at his side. His eye felt numb and when he blinked, things were different. He couldn't tell what but he wouldn't dare wait a second long as he grabbed his belongings to get moving before he was found. He had dug an underground escape path for a reason at the beginning of this for a reason. The blood had dried on his face, mixed with the tears of midnight's sorrow. There was little he thought to do after other than abandon this place.

His Utopia could not possibly prosper in such a place.

As the days passed, he would take refuge among the simpler villagers who would not bother with his seclusion. He bandaged his injury, washed it and took as much care of it as he could. It continued to bleed for days, intense pains would keep him inside for days at a time until he finally left. It was still awful and he needed to still find his new Utopia and those that would occupy it.

It was here that he found a strange person. They were exploring near the edge of the forest that Caln was traversing through. She was what he needed, what with the obvious wealth she displayed it was hard to resist. He felt a terrible hunger for that wealth, that power. He could be strong with those and he didn't even need to force it out of her hands

He'd stumble out of the brush, fall onto his knees and drop his bag. Feigning injury, she was quick to respond in assistance and even took him to her home in order to nurse him back to health. He would rarely let her touch his eye despite the pain becoming numb yet again. His false recovery was dragged on as he pulled more information out of her of her wealth. Her history was never asked and his own was always a lie. He'd tell her how he had been a prince very far away until his kingdom had fallen. His crown being that of his father's rather than the truth of it being an offering during his rule in the first paradise. He told of how he was hunted for being the last of the royal family and how he had nothing but the sword he'd used to defend himself.

She had gifted him armor and better tools to keep himself safe and get him back on his own two hooves. Her kindness was unending but how was she repaid you may ask?

She was awoken in the night to a sword being plunged deep into his chest. His eyes staring directly at her in the night, three piercing green eyes. One was on his right and the other two were on his left where it had been bandaged the whole time before. There was no sadness, nor happiness in his eyes when he did it. It was her finale.

That was what was inscribed on the sword anyway. The sword she had gifted him.

Post-Opening
Caln has taken all of his and the person's items to his new home near the Mountains faction of Amalthea. He has achieved his own horse as well to ride with, a blessedly fast horse that made him feel as if nothing could touch him ever again. All his riches were stolen and this, he knew was the work of that God. Tiamat is what he learned his name was.

He does not pray or worship Tiamat in any way, other than responding in anger as to why he hasn't become stronger still. His life so far has been that of a hermit, unknown to the life, or well, spirit that dwells beneath his home.