Proud, Curious, Attention to Detail, Inquisitive, Intelligent, Industrious. *The first hints of nobility.
Dismissive to Contradictions, Closed Emotionally, Scheming, Paranoid, Zealous.
Loves: Religious Ceremony, Sweet Fruits, Arcane Studies, Secrets, Sculpting, Mining, Smithing, most especially Toolmaking.
Hates: Being forced into an oath, will stick to his word no matter what. Being outnumbered. Surprises or Uncertainty.
Family and Childhood.
One of three siblings, Kaladis was raised in a strict, orderly household; by his father, Beladis, a gifted arcanist and researcher, and his mother, a talented scribe. They ran a small but successful alchemists shop between them, while his father proudly did odd jobs for the local Viden Academy, which he often reminded his children about. Children he initiated into Abrogation at a relatively young age, guiding them through techniques that they could use to protect themselves in day to day life. Though he was often standoffish, and dismissive of anyone but his own opinion, he did dote on his children, reminding them of this fact at every opportunity, especially when they contradicted him! His mother, Kalia, was more caring, though retained the often icy demeanour of her race, she was more maternal towards her children, perhaps if only to contrast Kaladis’s fathers mood swings, which more than a few times became violent, but were often loud regardless.
Kaladis’s younger sister and brother all followed much the same path as him, laid out carefully by their parents, with little room for personal requests with what to study or train in. It wasn’t until they were reaching maturity, 25 arcs for an Eidisi, that the Anar siblings began to have much say in their life at all, being home schooled as was tradition. Kaladis being the oldest, felt he had something to prove in intellectual pursuits, and resented his father’s insistence that they specialise into either written research, linguistics, alchemy or abrogation. He was much more apt with his hands, liking the feel of metal, perhaps due to his shorter fingers than most of his race. There was something satisfying about working with metal or stone, though most of his early creations were tools not weapons, it began to drive a wedge between him and his father’s designs for his life nonetheless.
Rarely spoken of in the house directly, the older Kaladis got the more distant from life he became, taking on the dismissive qualities of his father, in part to protect himself from the constant judgements in his ear, and in part because it gave him a stronger will. A stubbornness developed in him, a desire to succeed despite the negativity he faced, it gave him a strong will to see things done, but also closed off opportunities or the council of others, even those close to him.
In his household, two immortals were worshipped. Audrae and Vhalar. Audrae for unveiling the secrets in his father’s research and alchemy, and Vhalar to be true to your word. For his mother and father these were practical choices, for Kaladis they became more personal. As a child he was long fascinated by the dynamics of oaths and secrecy intertwined, of deception, the shadows spoken through art and song. Song he’d never sing clearly himself, given his problems vocalising tones, perhaps all the more reason for his fascination.
The Rift and Choice.
Though his mother often defended him against his father Beladis, even when there was nothing to defend, Kaladis had moved out at the age of 26, before adulthood for his race. Being free from the shackles of his parents, something many young people feel relief over, he found himself celebrating with a wide variety of intellectual games, challenges, and tasks. At first his life was simple but free, he had many friends and opportunities for intellectual advancement. Puzzles, finding out the secret answers, like he imagined Audrae would favor, were his favorite forte. None greater than when he was tasked by a friend, to dig into a mountainside, one that everyone had told him was impossible. To dig into shadows and darkness, facing fear, he believed he could beat it with planning and forethought. Warned against it, told not to go, the caverns were full of previous collapses and failed attempts, but held rare metals for the taking, wealth he needed to start his new life. Kaladis was no structural engineer, but he did gain the help of one, personally mining his way to the fabled reward inside the cavern depths. Five Eidisi set out that day, and as they methodically reached their goal, what was supposed to pay to start their lives, an eruption from underneath them caused a collapse. Something all their arrogance and planning couldn’t have predicted, an unnatural event that he has yet to get to the bottom off, or forget
Thick black smoke plumed upwards, almost suffocating them. For three hours they struggled for breath, and to dig their way free. One miner died, and one would never walk again. The other three suvivors were held to account for their reckless actions, more so because the crippled Eidisi was a noble, which nobody walking out of there was ever allowed to forget or live down. Sadly that wasn’t what gave Kaladis nightmares, or changed his life the most. Hushed, hidden from the investigation that followed, and something nobody there had wanted to admit: a hidden necromancer revealed himself among the group, trying in vain to revive the dead man, and set the broken spine of the injured miner. It was then Kaladis had his first taste of what might be possible, when the body of his dead friend arose, to save those that were left from falling rubble.
Work was hard to come by after that ill-fated expedition, for all the survivors. It was perhaps because he never lived it down, or perhaps because his father turning up to his door day after day to remind him of how much he had failed, that Kaladis’s mind began to look for alternatives, ways out of his situation. Even his mother looked at him differently, his brother and sister still spoke to him, but he always thought they were being polite rather than wanting to.
Down on his luck, and becoming more reclusive by the day, he’d apprenticed for a local blacksmith, who paid him a pittance, far less than even a regular apprentice due to his reputation. One day Kaladis had enough living in his one room shack, feeling the judgements of those around him, living off scraps, and what he could get second hand from the two friends he still had left. Seeking out his old friend the necromancer, he learned the art, they still shared that one miserable but unmistakable bond from the accident, and he found help, even kinship there. Not long after his initiation, in one furious exchange of words, his parents were made aware of his choice. Say what you want about his family, they were always honest, true to Vhalar in their oaths and word. Proudly telling his father that he no longer needed or cared for his approval to live his life, and that this was living proof Kaladis was his own man. They disowned him, and only his mother's plea managed to convince his father not to have him thrown in the stockade for practicing necromancy, by making Kaladis leave Viden and swear an oath to Vhalar.
To never to raise the dead of a fallen mortal.
Though Kaladis was quick to add, unless there was no other choice. Which did not sit well with his parents, but then none of this did. They too, both swore to Vhalar that they would not reveal why Kaladis had left, or of his initiation, only that he had left. Most believed he left because of the noble’s death, with others glad to see the back of him, though the vast majority had forgotten he existed by that point.