Role

Chapter 1

Calleston grew up happy. Since his early days, the fish was plentiful,
the storms rather pleasant to play in, and the waves ticklish.
The childhood passed, however, and Stormbreaths had a rather long
conversation about their son's future. There is a tradition in the
family, to protect and to serve those less fortunate than themselves.

Best deemed suited for a guild of paladins, off Calleston went.
Not that he was opposed any. Long fond of tales of the incredible
heroic feats accomplished by the ancestors of the same guild, he was
enamored by the choice and rather emboldened.

Since nothing bad ever happened to him, Calleston grew up callous
and without a fear of anything. He would jump in to help no matter
the task and since his physical strength was great, there seemed to
be nothing he couldn't handle. However, the duties of a paladin and
especially encounters with evil schemers and evil doers of all kinds
took a tall on a young storm's mind. Whereas before, he could handle
anything with ease, now he was a small squire in training, easily
bested by a few spells or can be disposed of with a lucky swing of
anti-paladin's axe. New to this vulnerability, but still rather reckless,
Calleston run into a few troublesome situations and have discovered the
hard way that he's in fact not invulnerable. Still bold, but not as naive,
he developed a touch mind, prone to mood swings due to this newfound
adjustment to the world around him.

However, he very much despised this new weakness in himself and tried
to appear as careless and as easygoing as before, striving for purity
of thought, of action, of his duties. It has proven quite difficult to
balance his feelings, especially the darker ones, and still appear as
cheery and helpful and always in good spirits, but he tries.
He always tries. Hard. Very hard.