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Name: Calensul Doleron... aka Cal.
Pronounciation: "Kal-en-sool"... or just "Cal."
Race: elf
Age: young by reckoning of elves... a couple of hundred yeard old.
Alias: Cal
Gender: male
Background: Cal was born in Mirkwood, and had a fairly normal childhood. His father trained many of the king's horses, so consequently, Cal spent much of his childhood around the beasts. His mother was a midwife. Cal was the youngest of four children, and easily the most troublesome child in Mirkwood at the time. He had been known to play pranks on anyone and everyone, often helped by his best friend Lithorel.
Cal had learned to ride from an early age, and when other elflings were toppling sideways out of the saddle when their pony was merely trotting, and Cal, the equivalent of a human six year old, was riding as well as one twice his age would. Learning to fight was something that this little elfing desperetley wanted to learn though, and he bugged his parents non stop until they agreed to let him learn archery and how to weild a sword. Before Cal had actually started, he had assumed that he would adore archery, and become one of the best archers in middle earth. Once he had tried it though, at first he hated it, and was disheartened because he was a lousy shot and had difficulty drawing even the smallest of bows. From then Cal concentrated mostly on swordplay, discovering that while archery was not his thing, sword fighting was.
It wasnt until he was a young adult that he met Saelir of Lorien, and discovered that archery wasnt as difficult or frustrating as he thought. The elves of Lorien were excellent archers, and their syle of archery suited Cal more than what the archery masters in Mirkwood had tried to teach him.
Cal, now an accomplished warrior, and a favourite with the ladies in Imladaris, Lorien and Mirkwood, has travelled far and wide, always in the company of his two best friends, Saelir and Lithorel.
Description: Cal is not really your typical elf, for red hair among the eldar was rare. However, Cal's hair is indeed dark red, slightly wavy, and is usually worn loose, or held back out of his face woven into the traditional Mirkwood warrior braids. Eyes are hazel, flecked with green, and ears are pointed, as is typical of the elves. He has high cheekbones, fair skin and a light dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks.
Cal is tall, easily the tallest of his friends, and stands at just over 6ft 4 and is slender, but is stronger than he looks. Unlike his friends, Cal is a swordsman, rather than an archer, and though he is capable with a bow in his hands, it does not match his skill with a blade. He is very quick, of wit as well as on foot, and uses both to his advantage, not just in battle.
He can usually be found in the company of women, as has made himself known over the years as a bit of a ladies man, and can be a hopeless romantic, even though his attempts at flattery often cause his friends to roll their eyes and shake their heads.
Cal does have a habbit of becoming flustered at times, for even elves have their faults. He often gets worked up about silly little things, and tends to panic when things go wrong. Cal isnt particularly down to earth, with his head in the clouds a lot of the time, but has the gentle art of persuasion and charm down pat. He is a favourite with the ladies, but because of this, is yet to find true love because most women who know him, know him to be a bit of a playboy, for lack of a better word, who doesnt usually court one woman only. He is cheerful and funny, very loyal to his friends, particularly Lithorel, who is Cal's dearest friend. Cal would die to save his friends, and on a couple of occassions, nearly has. However, when the need arises, Cal can be downright nasty, determined, and as people often put it, pig headed.
Though Cal may often have his own interest at heart, when it comes to his friends, he will do anything for them.